Chapter! Don't hate me! Here's some fluff before the shit storm. These are the scenes I always wanted to write for this flick after the main story.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, only the story.
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Bird chirped to signify the start of a new day, joining in the dawning of the sun, casting its shadow over the awakening land. The sky was ablaze with streams of warm pinks and soft oranges, bleeding into the cloudless blue. The fresh fall of the night trampled by the waking city.
It was a simple day, and nothing could go wrong.
Will had been up with the first sign of the sun, and now he hummed his way around the kitchen, feeding the hoard of cats that mauled him when he rose. Even with the cold chill from the winter wind still present, he still found it hard to sleep with a shirt on, so as normal he leaned against the counter in nothing but pajama pants and one sock that lost the other pair through the night.
Will ended up shaking off the sock when he realised that one of his feet was colder than the other. He tossed it over to the laundry room's general direction.
Only after a few moments did Nico begin to stir, tossing his head around in the bed, trying to remove the sun from his eyes. With a small huff, he rose from underneath the bedding and stumbled out of bed and onto the hard, chilling floor.
Nico hobbled out of the room, wavering as he took each step, yawning. When he stepped out of the door frame and into the side of the kitchen, he made a giant yaw, wiping his eyes from the heavy sleep that still filled them.
Will smiled, laughing silently at the dishevelled sight. He set his coffee cup down and watched the boy swivel around. Before he could speak, Nico bumped his head into his bare chest, weakly wrapping his arms around his waist, gripping at Will's pants waistline.
Nico breathed in his scent, inhaling slowly. Will wrapped a hand around the smaller boy's waist as well, gripping his side in a strong hold. The dark-haired boy only wore an oversized shirt of Will's, refusing to give it back, and his own underwear; together the two of them wore a whole outfit, well, sort of.
"Hey," Will whispered softly, resting his head gently on the smaller boy's messy mop of black fuzz.
Nico only mumbled in response, shaking his head into his chest.
Will could feel his breath on his chest, sending chills up his spine.
Nico brought his hands up and wrapped them around the blonde's neck. In respond, Will brought the boy closer by his waist, pulling him into his body with tight grip still capturing his waist. Both hands rested on it, fiddling with the fabric. When Nico brought his arms up, his shirt followed, rising to show even more and hide even less.
Nico let his head fall, landing gently on the blonde's chest with a smirk.
"If things continue to go like this, I could really get used to it," Nico said softly.
"Oh, yeah?" Will asked, raising a brow at the boy.
"Oh, yeah," Nico replied with a slight chuckle.
Nico looked up to the blonde to meet his gaze, locking with it. To him, it was the most perfect thing in the world. The way he got lost in it was something he loved more than anything.
Nico went on his tippy-toes to gain height and stretched his neck to reach the blonde lips. When they met, Will was slightly caught off guard, but he smiled into it, accepting it – even pushing back – lowering his head so the Nico wouldn't have to reach so far.
The one thing that Nico hated more than anything was his height compared to the blonde. Even compared to normal people, Nico was still below average when it came to height, but with Will, it's almost as if it screams it even more.
But When Will gave in and shrunk to his height – in a sense – it made things a lot easier.
When they finally separated, Will swayed his hips, making Nico's follow. The blonde smiled at the smaller boy, causing him to laugh and remove eye contact.
After a few more minutes of Will messing around and Nico trying to get away, Will grabbed his falling hand and took it in his own, still gripping Nico's waist with his other.
"Dance with me," Will said, sporting what sounded like a somewhat natural British accent.
"There's no music, and I'm in my pajamas," Nico pointed out, trying to evade eye contact.
"Who cares, and so am I."
"Idiot," Nico mumbled before Will started to lead and Nico rolling his eyes, following.
It wasn't long before the apartment was filled with small bits of laughter and humming, footsteps echoing through the floor. It was too early for this, Nico thought, but he was willing to go with it, enjoying the small moment of happiness when it came.
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Just as Nico was about to leave for school, Will ran up and grabbed his hand, refusing to let go even when Nico tried to complain.
"No, it's your birthday today, and we are celebrating," Will declared, a determined look on his face.
"Will, I have school today, can you wait? It's not like it can't."
"It can't and you are skipping today. No buts," Will said, sternly.
Nico rolled his eyes. "Obviously you haven't been to university before."
"Well, it isn't every day that you turn twenty. And it's your first birthday with me, so come on. You aren't going to win, you know that, right?"
Nico sighed, knowing his wouldn't be able to outrun it. "Fine."
"Good, cause you're all mine," Will whispered softly as he pulled the smaller boy closer to him, tangling his fingers in his hair.
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"You didn't have to, you know that?" Nico said, trying to sound annoyed, but failed.
"Well, I know, but I wanted to, so why not?"
Nico rolled his eyes, but smiled. Will set the cupcake in front of him, a single candle lit in top.
"Make a wish," Will spoke softly, a smile on his lips as he leaned on his arm, hand in his unruly hair.
Nico looked at the blonde, examining him with a neutral expression. With a deep breath, he blew it out, smiling.
"Yay," Will smiled softly, voice barely legible.
Nico tried to break eye contact, but he failed. He rested his head on the table and reached out to grab the blonde's hand. He turned his head to the side, a smile falling on his lips when Will looked back.
Will took a small bit of icing from the cupcake with his finger and dabbed it on Nico's nose. Will's eyes flickered in the darkness, shining as if they were their own light source.
"Happy birthday, Nico," he spoke softly.
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Will had the boy on his lap, holding on to him with a death grip, refusing to let him go. They lay on the couch, watching Mulan at Will's request. The smallest cat, black and white in colour, rested at their feet.
Will grabbed something from behind the cushion, bringing it in front of him and Nico.
"Here," he spoke gently.
Nico looked at it then turned to face the blonde with a perplexed expression.
"Take it, dummy, it's your birthday." Will shoved it in his hands, closing Nico's grip around it before letting go.
Nico gingerly unwrapped it, watching Will out of the corner of his eye. When he tore away the wrapping paper, he examined the cover of the book.
"Will," Nico said in a small voice. He held in his hands the first Harry Potter book.
"I know that yours got wrecked in the move and you were really upset about it, so I wanted to replace it."
Nico ran his hand over the cover, smiling to himself. He cracked it open, listening for the sound of the fresh crack, but surprised when it didn't make that much of a noise, if at all. When he opened it and saw what was on the inside over, he almost broke into tears. It was autographed by the author.
Will shifted and sat up more, his arms wrapping around him once again, leaning his head on his shoulder.
"You got me an autographed version of one of my favourite books for my birthday, so I did just that," Will pointed out.
"Yeah, but that was me scribbling on it. This… this is…"
"And this," Will huffed as he bent backwards to grab a scarf and wrapped it around his neck. "Slytherin," he laughed while adjusting it around the dark-haired boy's neck.
"You are too much," Nico mumbled, leaning into his embrace.
"Nothing is too much when it comes to you."
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When Saturday rolled around, Will was lazily mauling around his kitchen looking for something to eat for breakfast. He was just about to give up when a knock came from his front door, startling him a bit.
When he answered the door, he was met with a hug from his mother. He was surprised at first, but when he realised who it was and not some stranger; he happily took the embrace and returned it back.
After they broke apart, Will lead her inside and into the kitchen after she removed her shoes at the door.
"Look at you, my boy," she spoke calmly, gesturing to the blonde.
"Hi, mom," Will replied back, embarrassed.
"How have you been doing? Life treating you well?" she asked, settling in.
Will walked over to the coffee pot and poured her a cup. "Everything's fine."
"And that boy you are living with?"
Will sighed and handed her the cup. "Yes, everything is fine, everything is going well. You don't need to worry."
She grabbed the cup and started making arounds in the kitchen, opening cupboards. She opened the fridge and sighed. "Ah, yes. I can tell no need to worry."
"Mother, I was going shopping today," Will tried to justify, but his mother was taking none of it.
"You better." She was taken back when she suddenly felt something brush up against her leg. When she looked down, she was met with the biggest pair of green eyes looking back at her. "And who's this?"
"Oh, that's Honey, she's Nico's cat."
"I didn't know you were into cats." Her brow rose.
"They've grown on me," he replied, smiling.
At that moment, the door to Will's room cracked open and a sleepy Nico hobbled out, stumbling his way over to the male blonde in the room. He leaned his head on him with a thud.
"What time is it?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.
"Nine," Will informed him, setting a hand on his lower back.
Nico groaned. Will laughed before pecking his lips. Nico hummed and headed towards the bathroom, stumbling around and slamming the door closed.
Will's mother looked at him judgingly. Will tried to look anywhere but at her, knowing she wanted to say something but held it back.
When the toilet flushed and Nico came out drying his hands on his oversized-Will shirt, he made his way over to the bedroom, waving tiredly and mumbling, "I'm going back to bed."
When the door shut and a thud from the bed was heard, Will dared to look back at his mother again.
"That's the boy you're sleeping with?" she asked, resting on a seat at the center counter.
"Mom," Will groaned.
"Are you being safe?"
"Mother!" Will growled, trying to keep his voice down. His face got hot.
"I just want to know if you're being safe, is all." She shrugged nonchalantly.
"We are not sleeping together in that sense."
"I just want to make sure."
"Mother, please, there's nothing you need to worry about," Will reassured her, uncomfortably.
"Well, apparently there is."
"What?" Will looked up at her.
"This thing with you and that Drew girl?"
"Mother, please, that's nothing. The studio wants us to continue this little lie for a while. Everything's okay."
"Are you sure?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yes, everything is fine."
"And with the boy?"
Will looked at her sceptically, unsure of what she meant.
"Is the boy okay with it?" she asked again.
"Yeah, we already talked about it," Will replied gingerly.
"Well, just make sure. Don't want anything to go wrong, now do you?"
Will thought about it for a short while before taking a sip of his coffee. He wasn't sure on how to respond. They were okay, weren't they?
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"Woah, Drew, I didn't know your dating Will." Octavian said amusedly. "When did you two move in with each other?"
"What?" she asked, turning to face the weird blonde.
"Well, Will told me he moved in with his girlfriend the other day," Octavian clarified.
"No, he moved in with his friend," Drew told him, unsure.
Octavian shrugged before walking off. "Must have been more drunk than I thought," he mumbled to himself.
Drew thought it over, confused. Didn't Will move in with his friend? Why was Octavian saying that he moved in with his girlfriend?
The more drew thought about it, the more she realised that both of them were correct. Will must have been actually dating his friend.
"Wait, is Will gay?" she asked out loud.
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Hope you don't want to kill me! Hope this keeps the inner fangirl in all of you calm, even if you are a boy.
So I literally just saw Deadpool and he is my spirit animal. I pray to him in my hour of need.
Talking about hour of need, for those who read X, this is probably a weird update. If you read my other one, How About No, then you already know, so for those who don't, I'm currently writing the entire play so I'm dying inside. Already have to rewrite an entire part of the play cuz nothing makes sense, and I'm dying, so hold on, it's coming.
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