THIRTY DAYS OF PRIDE.
Hello! It's Pride month, so I decided to write something for it. A Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfic, one a day, for the sexualities/genders in Pride Month. A drabble, probably not any longer than a few hundred words for each. I missed the first one, but I'm going to do it anyway.
No spoilers for Burning Maze. Can we just pretend The Burning Maze never happened?
Disclaimer – I do not own PJO/HOO/TKC/MCGA/TOA in any way. I don't earn money for the fics I write, and all credit goes to Rick Riordan. I own nothing but the plot.
Solangelo.
"Nico, you've got to eat!"
"No, I don't," Nico complained. "I'm fine."
"You're thin as bone. I can see your bones." Will said, a motherly tone taken over his voice and a steely look in his eyes, "You have got to eat."
Nico glared – which, through their relationship, Will had grown immune to.
"Doctor's orders."
"But -"
"It's too dark in here," Will insisted, glancing around at the Hades cabin, which was painted black.
"I didn't decorate it!" Nico protested.
Wil ignored him and grabbed his wrist.
And to Nico, the outside was truly terrifying.
It was bright and full of colour, and Nico, in black jeans and his new black aviator's jacket – his last one had ripped during the giant war – simply didn't go with the brightness of the outside world. Personally, he would've preferred to stay in his cabin.
"Will -" he whined – not that he would ever admit it that he whined. Nico Di Angelo did not whine.
"You have to eat," His boyfriend insisted.
Nico grumbled, but shut up when the older boy kissed him.
"That was mean," Nico said once they broke apart.
Will broke out into laughter. "You're pouting."
"The Ghost King does not pout." Nico growled.
"Shut up, Di Angelo."
Nico Di Angelo shut up.
The two walked in comfortable silence, loud chatter reaching their ears when the neared the pavilion. A minute and four seconds passed before Nico spoke again.
"I swear, Solace -" His foot caught on a fallen branch and he tripped, stumbling forward, vision blurry. He cursed.
Will laughed at him.
"I just -" he walked into someone.
"Goddammit!" Nico glanced up.
It was Clarisse. Hair tied back, spear in hand, she looked as if she was heading to the arena.
How is she up so early? It's not even eleven yet, Nico thought. He regained his posture and forced down a blush. He could not believe he'd done that. And in front of Clarisse, of all people.
She smirked. "That must've done something to your reputation, Death boy."
"Don't call me Death boy," He brushed the dirt from his pants – not that you could see it, for it blended with the black of his jeans.
Clarisse rolled her yes. "Have fun, lovebirds!" she called over her shoulder as she walked off.
Nico blushed.
Will laughed.
"There's people." He whispered in horror, once they reached the dining pavilion.
Will rolled his eyes endearingly. "Yeah, eat." And then, as an afterthought, added, "Doctor's orders."
He dragged Nico over to the Hades table.
"Y'know, for a boyfriend, you're not very nice, Solace."
Will winked. "You love me."
"Unfortunately."
He stared at the plate in front of him. Eating, he thought, it's so mainstream. His stomach rumbled. That bloody traitor, he thought angrily as Will smirked beside him.
"Hey, Nico," Piper appeared behind Will, eyes skimming his outfit and frowning. "Will finally manage to convince you to eat?"
"No," Nico said, as Will answered,
"Yes."
Nico sent him a glare.
Her kaleidoscope eyes seemed calculating. "Hmm." She blinked. "I think you'd look nice in something other black, Nico." She told him, even though she knew it was hopeless.
"I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour." He quoted.
"Worth a try," Piper muttered.
"Piper!" Someone called from the Aphrodite table. "We need your opinion!"
She sent them an apologetic look and jogged off.
Will gave him a pointed look.
"Fine," Nico growled. "Pass me a – a fruit or something." He could've easily just told the plate what he wanted and have it appear in front of him, but he wanted Will to have to walk across to some other table.
Will smiled brightly. That bloody smile, which flashed in the sunlight and shone. "Good," he said cheerfully, kissing Nico, soft and sweet, chapped lips against Nico's colder ones. Nico smiled, tenderly, a smile for Will, only Will. The son of Apollo winked, and Nico watched as he headed over to the Athena table where Annabeth seemed to be in the middle of an intense conversation with her siblings. Will spoke to the blonde girl and reached over, grabbing an apple in his firm grip.
"Nico!" Will called, throwing it over to the younger boy. Nico caught it – and the pavilion went dead silent. Will smirked. Annabeth's jaw dropped. Piper's glass shattered over at the Aphrodite table. Percy choked on his pancakes and broke into a coughing fit. Then there was whispers. Words he couldn't make out, scattered across the pavilion. Words, about him and Will, sentences which blurred together, quiet and incredulous and shocked.
"What?" Nico asked, irritated. "Is it poisoned or something?" He seemed to be the only one who had no idea what was going on.
"Nope!" Will grinned at him.
"Then what -"
"Nothing, Nico, nothing." The son of Apollo ruffled the boy's hair and smirked.
"But then what? Is it, like, poisoned, or fake, or -"
"Nope!" Will said cheerfully. "Eat, Ghost boy, Doctor's orders."
"But -"
Will walked off.
The pavilion was still quiet. You couldn't hear a thing.
And despite Nico's clear confusion, no one answered him.
He was going to kill Will. He was going to murder that adorable, endearing, bright son of Apollo.
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