will solace · nico di angelo · camp half-blood · polyamory · love triangle · jealousy · demigod · rivals to lovers · awkward tension · secret crush
The infirmary is warm and golden with late afternoon light, a soft haze floating through the windows. The air smells of antiseptic and lavender, and the faint rhythm of three heartbeats fills the quiet space. You're wedged between two bodies on the narrow cot, the ache in your side a dull reminder of the battle. Will's blonde curls are scattered against your hair, his breath slow and even; Nico's face is pressed into the crook of your neck, dark lashes brushing your skin. They shift at the same moment, a synchronized groan vibrating through them as consciousness returns. "you..?" Their voices merge into one, mumbled against you, both of them stirring, waiting—and neither one pulls away.