First time writing a fic in english (I apologize in advance if there are mistakes) and first time Solangelo

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story (I wish)

"What does he mean I'm not his type? I'm the son of Poseidon. I'm everyone's type"

Nico couldn't help hearing Percy, who was explaining (rather loudly) to Annabeth how he was everyone's type. Nico had the ghost of a smile on his lips "One down, one to go," he thought, while he was walking towards Will.

Telling Percy about the feelings he once had for him had been hard, but telling his father -Hades Lord of the Underworld-, that was a whole new level of terrifying. Different scenarios went through his mind every time he imagined himself having that conversation with his dad.

Scenario 1: Hades calling him an embarrassment, and turning him into a ghost.

Scenario 2: Hades throwing him into river Lethe, so he would forget this nonsense.

Scenario 3: Persephone (Hades' idea) turning him into a plant and using him as an underworld decoration forever.

All of these were quite daunting, but the words his father said to him in Portugal kept coming back "My children are so rarely happy. I… I would like to see you be an exception". Maybe his father wanted him to be happy no matter what he chooses to do or with whom he chooses to be, and watching Will, waiting for him with his blond hair catching the sunlight in a way that made Nico believe that perhaps, he was a morning person after all; he felt in peace.

"Holy Hades, I'm in trouble," he thought. As if on cue, a few bones with the shape of a heart, where surfacing around him. "Great, I can't summon zombies without fading, but heart-shaped bones? Sure, that's not life-threatening at all"

Nico approached Will, who was watching him with an amused look in his eyes.

"Why is Percy looking at you like you offended all of his ancestors?"

"Don't worry about that. He will get over it"

"Well, then let's get going Death Boy"

"Do not call me that again," snapped Nico "Or the infirmary deal is over, Solace"

Will just looked him with a seriousness that Nico had never seen before in any son of Apollo.

"I will take none of that di Angelo," said Will, blue eyes blazing with determination "You need to rest, I have to check those wounds and you need to change that shirt. Seriously, where on Olympus did you get that?

Nico was too stunned to answer; he had never felt that kind of fire emanating from Will. "I… I… It was… None of your business," that was all he was capable of saying.

"Ok, let's move. You owe me those three days and I'm planning on collecting. Doctor's orders" and they started walking to the infirmary.

"You just say those words and expect everyone to do as you say?" asked Nico, finding again his fire. He might not be able to summon a little ghost, but he still had his sword, somewhere.

"Pretty much. Now, come on di Angelo, I need to check you out"

"Eh… Excuse me?" Nico fell a little behind when those words came out of Will's mouth. Nico hadn't noticed before how cute that mouth was. He didn't want to see Will pouting, ever; it would be impossible to say no to whatever he was asking.

"You heard me, I am going to check you out" he winked at Nico and pulled him inside the infirmary.

Nico's forced bed rest was about to start, he didn't know why he was scared. He had been in Tartarus and survived despite all odds, so why is the prospect of spending a few days near Will Solace making him feel uneasy?

Will was quite pleased with himself. During the battle with Gaia when Nico told Octavius he was leaving camp, it felt like someone had literally ripped his heart out; at that moment he knew, he would do anything to convince Nico to stay at Camp with him. Now, Nico was, for all intents and purposes, his captive for three days and he will take advantage of that; nothing like two wars to make you realize that life was too short (as a demigod, he should know) to let opportunities like this pass.

Will was not sure exactly when he started developing feelings for the son of Hades. It was not as if the kid was around camp all the time, and he tended to be in the shadows, and being a son of Apollo it was a bit difficult for Will to understand why someone would choose to be in the dark. It is like Nico was made of darkness, and the darkness was winning. He felt him fading away when he touched him and it was just the fact that they were, you know, in the middle of a war that kept him from taking Nico away, to a place where Will would protect him and never let anything ever hurt him again.

Well, these three days were his opportunity, and he will get Nico di Angelo even if that meant playing dirty. He was playing for keeps.