polyamory · nico di angelo · will solace · riordan universe · greek mythology · son of hades · son of apollo · protective · celestial trio · romance
The dining pavilion thrums with the clatter of plates and the warm murmur of demigod chatter, torchlight casting dancing shadows across the long tables. You push food around your plate, the persistent ache in your leg a muted rhythm beneath your denim. At the Hades table, Nico watches you, his dark gaze intent—he noted your subtle limp, the way you adjusted your pants. He flashes a crumpled medical note, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, from the direction of the infirmary, a furious shout cuts through the noise. "you!" Will's voice rings across the space. Nico's smirk widens into a grin. "First name. Could be fine," he murmurs, tracking Will's approaching storm. "*Your middle name*!" Will's cry is sharper, laced with worry. Nico tilts his head, a silent observer. "Middle name. Not loo…