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You Don't Have To Say I Love You (To Say I Love You) by negativefouriq, queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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“And his eyes sparkle. Do you think they’re more…moonstone, or agate?”
Crazed. Lou Ellen thinks his eyes look crazed. The sparkle in question may simply be the reflection of the tip of the dagger that has appeared in his non-sword hand, which appears to be made of sharpened human bone. Lou Ellen wonders, morbidly, what bone it is for about point three seconds before Will sways — genuinely sways! — and says, “And the way he handles that femur! Oh!”
“Dude,” she says, aghast. “Will, man, get ahold of yourself.”
There’s a thunk as her best friend throws himself dramatically upon the ground. His wrist is poised delicately on his forehead, face twisted pitifully. She rolls her eyes hard enough that she actually goes blind for a brief second and falls off the bench in panic. Will seems pleased that she’s joined him on the floor.
“I can’t. He’s too beautiful.”
Lou Ellen cranes up her neck.
“A nine year old just looked at him and cried.”
His sigh is more wistful than dreamy, this time. “He’s gonna be a great dad someday.”
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So They Killed Cassandra First ('Cause She Feared The Worst) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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“It’s not fair that you left me behind,” Will says, and it is the deadness of his voice more than the content of his sentence that makes her cry. “I hate it here.”
“You don’t,” Cass whispers, futilely. Even if he could hear her, the words don’t come from her torn throat. They get drowned in the blood, dripping down her neck. “You don’t, asteraki. You don’t.”
He doesn’t say more but there are goosebumps where her phantom fingers press — try to press — into him. His eyes are dull. She remembers Diana comparing them to electricity, once. The color wasn’t right — Will’s eyes are a darker blue, and anyway electricity is yellow if it is anything at all — but all of his buzzes, like live wire, blurring with the force if his vibrating, and his bright round eyes most of all. They are hard to look at. Dizzying. Like the churn of your stomach in the second hour of a road trip, when the speed of the car really settles in your animal body. Too much, almost.
His eyes are blue like mold, now. Like something that has been still so long it’s been left to rot.
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OR: Will is alone, for the first time in his life.He does not handle it well.
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- Part 8 of cabin seven
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I Get So Hungry (When You Say You Love Me) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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“I don’t even really need a future,” Will reasons. He leans forward hopefully. “You can just buy me a palace somewhere and I can eat grapes in bed forever while you read to me, right?”
Nico swallows. It takes a few tries. His discipline makes a brief reappearance to laugh again, and this time it brings his dignity — impressive, he hasn’t seen that in two years eight months fourteen days and half an hour, not that he has been counting or anything.
“If that’s what you want,” Nico rasps. He quickly tries to recall the various real estate listings Demeter had passive aggressively thrown at him while muttering about millennials these days. There was a palace somewhere in Serra San Bruno, he thinks?? Fuck. That would work. Right? They grow grapes there he is pretty sure.
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OR: Nico is very easy to goad. Will enjoys goading him. Nico, too, enjoys being goaded. -
If I Were A Carpenter (And You Were A Lady) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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"Fine," he concedes. "Whatever, she-demon. Let's just -- fix up, and then we'll figure it out."
"We can't stay in here," she reminds him. "You're a homing beacon and they hate me personally. I won't be bringing a horde of demons to a hospital."
"All good?" inquires Will, slipping in the room. "I got the files, moved as fast as I --" his leg brushes Nico's knee as he hustles past, and he pauses. He turns to face them both, eyes narrowed, hands on his hips. Nico freezes and has the sudden and long-buried feeling that he's in a principal's office. "Were you two roughhousing?"
Reyna's jaw drops.
"You are critically injured. In a hospital." Will shakes his head, face creased. "And you were roughhousing." He scoffs. "I have six year old patients who are less inclined to that nonsense, y'all, c'mon. Do I need to treat you separately?"
"No!" they blurt at the same time, meeting each other's eyes to mouth: how did he know??
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OR: In a desperate run to a tiny, country-Texan hospital, seasoned questers Nico and Reyna meet a doctor who not only seems to know a thing or two about demigods, but seems a little divine himself.Only issue?
...He doesn't know.
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- Part 5 of Will Solace Week 2025
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Right Track, Baby (I Was Born This Way) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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"I am living sunlight," said the man, perfectly straight nose wrinkled in offense.
"Living Sunlight," Will had mused, itching a mosquito bite on his ankle. He straightened and rocked back on the worn heels of his favorite sneakers. Only one side still lit up, but that worked for him. "I've never heard of that one. Is it Vitamin D supplements?"
The salesman sputtered. "Will, I -- I'm your father?"
Will froze in quiet awe, perking up like a watered flower.
"My time has come," he whispered.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth that the salesman stomped one sandaled foot, squeezed his fists, and hollered, at the top of his lungs, "Do not compare me to any character in that no-good loser's movies!" He spit on the ground beside them. Or, well, not really. Metaphysically. "George Lucas is a disgrace to the name of linguistic arts! He has written the worst dialogue known to man! He made Natalie Portman look robotic!"
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OR: First time Will meets Apollo is a disaster.Series
- Part 4 of Will Solace Week 2025
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Ask Me On A Date And I Show Up Late (I Can Drive You Crazy) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
23 Jul 2025
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“Nico,” he croaks, eyes sliding shut again, “It’s two in the morning.”
His eyelids reflect the flash of Nico’s grin. “You sound like a cowboy.”
Will’s eyes pop open, and his face burns. He rockets straight up, shoving his best friend, who is laughing. Crosses his arms.
“I damn well do —” He stops, catching himself. Nico snickers. He scowls, and enunciates his words carefully. “No, I don’t.”
“Like Johnny Cash,” Nico says sagely, because he’s a jerk. “Didja just roll in from town, pardner?”
Will scowls and goes back to sleep.
Except, he doesn’t. Because Nico’s laugh is low and raspy, and the mattress dips by Will’s hip, where he leans against it. Where he rubs his palm over Will’s blanket-covered arm, making him shiver. Where he presses in close. Where the warm puff of his toothpaste-scented breath tickles the curve of Will’s ear.
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OR: Nico is a nuisance who doesn't sleep and is absolutely full of bad ideas. Will loves him, though.Series
- Part 3 of Will Solace Week 2025
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All Those Days Watching From The Windows (All Those Years Outside Looking In) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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"You can join me, if you want."
Will startles, even though Austin had been careful to speak quietly, casually; flinches his arms and drops his leg to the floor, whipping up to stare so fast Austin can hear the crick of his neck.
Austin rolls his shoulders.
"You only ever watch."
"I only -- can watch."
Will says it quick, swallowing heavy. In that way he does, when he wants to hide the words. When he wants to lie, but can't.
"No? Everyone is allowed to play."
"Physically, I mean. I -- can't play." He laughs, and it is self-deprecating and mean. "Can't carry a tune worth a damn, hun."
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OR: It's Austin's turn to be protective.Series
- Part 2 of Will Solace Week 2025
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Good Morning And Good Night (I Wake Up At Twilight) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
23 Jul 2025
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Tonight the air is sweet, and the leftover vestiges of daylight warm him nicely. Today he woke up slowly, and there was pineapple -- his favorite -- at breakfast, and Nico was up early enough to join them. Today he bit his lip and ditched his shift at the infirmary, because he dreamed it would be quiet, and spent his afternoon hiding in his secret spot in the Big House, dicking around on his guitar. Today was good.
He missed his mom, a little. A lot. He kept thinking, as he made up random bullshit in between chords, that his own voice sounded lonely, and writing songs was not as fun without the four pencils always stuck in her curls near poking him in the eye, or the constant tap of her shoes against the wall. She's touring, now. Busy. Happy. Not plagued by constant monsters who won't leave them alone.
Will sighs, and kicks a rock. Sometimes being a demigod sucks major ass.
...But other times.
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OR: Will ditches his responsibilities for the day and enjoys his own company. He's also his own alibi, go figure.Series
- Part 1 of Will Solace Week 2025
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Pillow Princess (Don't Call Him That) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
01 Jun 2025
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"I'm going to off myself," Nico threatens. "For real, I don't know how much longer I can take —"
"It has been two days."
"Two fucking days!" He shakes his shittily engraved medical bracelet at Lou Ellen. She rolls her eyes. "I have a mood disorder, Lou! If I don't see him soon there might be a genuine case of a zombie infestation!"
"A two-day Will Solace withdrawal will not actually impact you in any meaningful way."
"Shows what you know," Nico sulks. "You try having him ignore you for —" he checks his watch — "fifty-two hours and nineteen minutes."
"Not a chance. I would never put myself through that."
"He won't even let me talk to him to apologize," Nico laments. "He was less mad the time I shadow-travelled myself into the middle of a tree and went missing for a day."
"You wounded the pride of an Apollo kid, stupid. I'll be surprised if he talks to you again this month."
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OR: Nico teases Will about being a pillow princess. It is the wrong thing to say. He apologizes, and thinks that's the end of it, but Will has much more in store for him.He'll show him pillow princess.
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Bound By Wild Desire (I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
21 May 2025
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"You make me — you make me —" he breathes hard and pushes the words out, hips doing a slow, punishing roll to make Nico grunt and shudder — "you make me feel like my body stops listening to my brain," he says, helplessly, and burns red in a way that promises honesty as much as arousal. "I don't — no one else makes me feel like that —"
"They better not," Nico growls, and Will huffs a moaning, broken laugh as Nico thrusts up into him, pressing deep enough that there is a bulge in his stomach that makes them both lurch, that gives them both desperate pause.
"No one," Will promises, breathless. He loosens his nails from Nico's chest and rests his flat, scraping palms over his pectorals, stroking gently. "No one has ever made me feel like you do, Nico. Like I'm — burning, from the center of me out."It is a familiar statement, one that feels reflected from Nico's own obsession with him, with his own constant need to touch, to taste, to have. Will smiles at him and Nico burns like magma, from the dead center of his chest; Will stretches the line of his throat and the urge to sink in his teeth, to bite, is so strong it hurts.
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OR: Nico and Will, naked, under the Northern Lights. -
I Was Dancing, With My Darling (To The Tennessee Waltz) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq) for cometjuice
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
15 May 2025
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"Long day, huh."
"Long fuckin' week."
"Mm. You're cold, too."
Will squeezes, again, and then reaches back for the knife. Nico tries not to pout too obviously at the loss. At the teasing, rolled eyes he can feel from Will's direction, he doubts he is successful, but Will concedes to lean farther into him, even though it throws him off balance. So it cannot be too bad.
"I don't know how much it will help with the shitty week, sweetheart, but I guessed at the cold." He points his chin at the pot sitting neatly on the stained stovetop, wooden spoon balanced precariously off the half-bent lid. "I made -- well, I tried to make, don't get your hopes up -- pasta fasioi. Called Chiara about it."
He says it easy, nonchalantly, but Nico watches the grip he has around the knife's handle, and grins. Don't get your hopes up, he says. As if he didn't half-grow up in the back of a diner, as if he doesn't know his way around a spice rack.
Nico loves him more than anything.
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OR: Nico has a shitty day. Will helps. -
Singing Sweet Lullabies (Staring Into My Soul) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
15 May 2025
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"Hi, baby," she murmurs, kissing the crest of his forehead. "Did I wake you?"
Will shakes his head. Diana raises her eyebrows, and he must anticipate it, because he murmurs, "Haven't slept yet." He pauses. "Followed you."
"Hm." Diana runs a hand down his spine, pressing firmer when he shivers. She turns so her cheek smushes against the top of his big head. "You were definitely sleeping, bug."
"No."
"Mhm. Heard you snoring and everything."
Will scowls. "I do not snore."
Diana smiles, and cannot help squeezing him. He squirms, huffy, but remains in the circle of her arms, tucked into the crook of her bent leg. He settles, after a moment, small hands balled up against her stomach. Trembling, a little.
"Oh. Must be Michael, then."
Will nods. "Mhm."
"And all the snoring I hear before Michael goes to bed…?"
Will pauses. "A trick of the wind."
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OR: Diana has a nightmare. Will makes her feel better.Series
- Part 7 of cabin seven
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All My Precious Secrets, Yeah (You Knew Them All) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq) for ripeindecember
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
02 May 2025
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For a moment, there is nothing.
Stillness.
Silence.
Lee glances over at the journal. Will holds his breath. Lee moves his hand, ever so slightly.
They bolt at the same time.
"Nothing!" Will shouts, diving for the book. He is, unfortunately, a pipsqueak, and easily lifted to the side and dropped, screeching and clawing, on Michael's top bunk. "Nothing, nothing, I'm doing nothing --"
"If you're doing nothing, then it's fine if I look," reasons Lee, knowing that if he kept a diary and any of his rat ass siblings tried looking through it he'd kill himself. "Just blank pages, right?"
Will lunges, but Lee is stronger than he is, and his arms are longer. He plants a hand on his squishy face and holds him there, struggling, arms scrabbling for the journal, Cass's wheezing echoing through the largely empty cabin.
"Cass! Tell him -- tell him to give it back --"
Lee flips open the book.
Will screams.
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OR: Will does NOT have a crush on Nico. He does NOT. The hundreds of Will Solace + Nico di Angelo hearts in his diary are -- coincidence.Series
- Part 6 of cabin seven
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You're The Broken Glass (In The Morning Light) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
02 May 2025
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"What am I doing here, Will," he says, out loud. He lets an edge of frustration bleed into his voice, tugging his arms free. Will doesn't stop him. "I mean -- look." He gestures to the rows of cots, where dozens of people look hastily away. "I am a child of Death and destruction. I don't belong here. I don't --" He raises his hands, and then drops them, staring at Will helplessly. Will meets his gaze head-on, those blue eyes almost black in the low light. "Nobody wants an omen in a place like this."
Will doesn't reach for his hands again. He does stand, though, close; close enough to crowd, close enough that Nico can feel the heat throwing off of him, can hear the quiet uptick of every inhale.
"Tell me," Will says, quietly, "What kind of place is this?"
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OR: A moment of reflection, just after war. -
And I Don't Care If You're Sick (I Don't Care If You're Contagious) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
27 Apr 2025
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Sometimes Will thinks he was destined to die at 4, in penance. He should have choked on his own disease, his own plague; he didn't, and the only thing that died in him was the sparking flame Prometheus gifted them all, blown to matted ember in the stalk of his chest.
Instead his brothers watched his shame bubble out of his mouth, circle him in clouds of spores, and they lied for him. And then they were slaughtered, as were the punished firstborns, for the crime of their knowing existence: Will, marked, stood on their shrouds and ashes.
He smells of guilt, he thinks. Of guilt and germ and rot. He hides it, in all the antiseptic he can bathe in, in all the ethanol he can consume. But his breath still stinks of it and his lying tongue burns. He is tall, removed from those around him; they cannot see the sores in his mouth or the inflammation of his throat from years and years of choking hands.
But the tallest obelisks are swallowed by the length of their shadows. Nico gets closer, and closer. His hands are cool compresses on the hidden sores on Will's skin. It is relief, as he is never felt it.
Will is afraid.
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OR: Will is Apollo's marked harbinger. Not an easy role. -
They Say (Cum With Your Arms Raised High) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
23 Apr 2025
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"You can touch yourself," he says, quiet, "when I say so."
Nico scowls. "And how are you going to stop me?"
Will shrugs. He ducks out of view for a moment, and Nico's heart stops -- he cranes his head around, for a second, like that will magically work, like he's be able to see outside the screen. Will's voice is muffled, interrupted by the wheels of a pulled drawer and the rustling of it's contents.
"Well --" He huffs, audibly, off screen, humming when he finds what he's looking for and crawling back on his bed -- "I'm going to finger myself, regardless, but if you're good I'll let you watch."
The grin he shoots in Nico's direction is goading and devilish. He is under no delusions that Nico is going to up and walk away -- his cock is actually straining in his pants, and his balls are starting to ache -- and no matter what, he gets off. He wins.
And gods, Nico does not mind in the slightest.
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OR: Long distance is a pain in the ass. Sometimes literally! -
Heaven, Now (Comes Crashing Down) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
22 Apr 2025
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"You're starin'," says Will, quietly.
Nico swallows. He doesn't even know what to think in response.
"Everythin' alright?"
Nico's hands twitch, again, and this time he doesn't have half to strength to stop them; unbidden they move slowly up the curve of Will's cheek, pinky lingering on the prominent tendons of his scarred neck. He rests his palms on the softness of his jaw and his thumbs on the dips under his eye, hands cupped like before the holy Eucharist. He waits, mouth dry, tongue poised in anticipation of the I believe.
"Your eyes," he breathes, finally. Its mirrored in the hitch of Will's chest. "My God above."
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You Can Fight This, All You Want (But Tonight Belongs To Me) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq) for cometjuice
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
22 Apr 2025
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"Don't," Will pleads, when Nico pulls back, "please, I don't want to hear, I don't want to think --"
The rasp of his voice curls in Nico's gut like roiling Vegas heat. "Okay," he soothes, he promises, "okay, trust me. I got you, baby. I got you."
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OR: Sometimes Will gets himself so worked up come hell or high water, nothing will help him. Except Nico, really.Series
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Compress, Repress (And Then, Just Surrender) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
17 Apr 2025
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"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."
"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"
Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.
"Yeah, he's a babe."
"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"
"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"
"--you're so literally right --"
"You ever watched his shoulders?"
"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"
"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."
"Freckly, too, it's so --"
"His eyes??"
"I know??"
"Honestly wild."
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OR: Will is just so easy to rile up. Lou Ellen and Cecil enjoy themselves. -
Death Does Not Discriminate (Between The Sinners And The Saints) by queencontrarian (negativefouriq)
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
07 Apr 2025
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“No reason,” Nico defends. “Do I need a reason?”
“Some people look for reasons for staring, yes.”
“Well, now you’re just fishing for compliments.”
Will laughs, and Nico smiles, because that had been the point. He is just as pretty when he laughs as when he’s sitting, only this time Nico can hear it, hear him, hear the snort that always happens and the clap of his hand when he slaps it over his mouth. I would carve you from marble, Nico thinks at him. I’d spend my life replicating your radiance, had I half the skill for it.
Instead, he says: “If you’re going to poke around until someone says something nice, I should let you know you’re cute.”
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OR: Will glows in the sun. Nico, living creature, stands in awe.