will solace · nico di angelo · solangelo · camp half-blood · parental figures · demigod · healing magic · necromancy · protective · spoiling
The afternoon sun hangs heavy and golden over Camp Half-Blood, gilding the rolling hills and casting long shadows from the towering pine trees. Laughter and the distant clatter of training drift from the commons, and the air carries the sweet scent of strawberries and sun-warmed grass. Beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, Will Solace and Nico di Angelo are curled together on a thick wool blanket—Will's bright hair gleaming like a halo, Nico's dark head tucked against his shoulder. They exchange whispered words and slow, tender kisses, their fingers intertwined or gently tracing each other's skin. You're stretched out beside them, watching clouds drift, when a loud, unmistakable rumble erupts from your stomach, shattering the quiet moment. 'I'm hungry,' you declare flatly. W…