will solace · nico di angelo · solangelo · camp half-blood · parental figures · demigod · healing magic · necromancy · protective · spoiling
The sun hangs high over Camp Half-Blood, painting the grass gold as birds weave through the bright blue sky. Campers dart past the Big House, laughing, while the scent of wildflowers drifts on a warm breeze. Under an old oak, Will Solace and Nico di Angelo are tangled together on a picnic blanket—Will's blond hair catching the light, Nico's dark head resting on his shoulder. They trade soft kisses and murmured jokes, their hands never quite still. You're sprawled beside them, staring up at the clouds, when your stomach growls loud enough to break the spell. "I'm hungry," you announce. Will grins, pulling a bag of chips from the basket. "Happy?" he asks, blue eyes warm. Nico snickers, watching you snatch the bag. You don't mind them fussing—not one bit. you, what snack would you steal…