Hey guys, this is my first time attempting something like this (Boy x Boy, I mean) But after reading The Blood of Olympus, I became OBSESSED with Willico Solangelo! XD I hope you enjoy!

~ This story takes place directly after Nico's last POV in The Blood of Olympus ~

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus franchise! AND, I DID NOT WRITE THE EXCERPT IN ITALICS BELOW! Rick Riordan did, and I'm just using this section of HIS book (The Blood of Olympus) to help things flow along. I give full credit to Rick Riordan.


"For a long time," Nico said, "I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know."

Percy looked at Nico. Then at Annabeth, as if to check that he'd heard correctly. Then back at Nico. "You"

Yeah," Nico said. "You're a great person. But I'm over that, I'm happy for you guys."

"You . . . so you mean"

"Right."

Annabeth's gray eyes started to sparkle. She gave Nico a sideways smile.

"Wait," Percy said. "So you mean"

"Right," Nico said again. "But it's cool. We're cool. I mean, I see now . . . you're cute, but you're not my type."

"I'm not your type . . . Wait. So"

"See you around Percy," Nico said. "Annabeth."

She raised her hand for a high five.

Nico obliged. Then he walked back across the green, where Will Solace was waiting.

~ Ω ~

"Sorry about that, had to take care of—something." Nico sighed as he approached the son of Apollo. He thought it was going to be hard, but confessing to his ex-crush was definitely easier than he had expected. He felt a huge weight lifted off his chest. He felt, for the first time in years, truly happy.

I've moved on. . . He thought triumphantly. I've given up on Percy.

Will Solace snorted indignantly, but then smiled. His sandy blonde hair rustled as the Long Island Sound breeze blew through-out the camp, and his sky blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

He wore his green surgeon's scrub, a pair of Bermuda shorts, and his favorite flip flops, which he tapped on the ground impatiently. Strangely thought, that just added to his relaxed and carefree aura . . . probably not the best aura for a doctor.

And now I've fallen for Will—are you shitting me Cupid? Nico thought.

Nico instantly regretted thinking that name. Anger flared inside of Nico as he remembered his and Jason's encounter with the "love" god at Diocletian's palace. He just wanted to take his black Stygian Iron sword and cram it into that fucking cherub's—

"Hey Death Boy, are you okay? You look angry. Did something happen over there?" Will asked.

Nico caught his anger and composed himself, he didn't want bones to start surfacing, then Will would get really mad.

"Nothing happened, I just went over there to clear something up, you know?"

Will chuckled. "Percy looks extremely dumb-founded, and Annabeth is cracking up . . . what the hell did you pull on them?"

Nico cleared his throat nervously. He couldn't tell Will about Percy. Period.

"Uh, I told them—a joke?" Nico said.

The son of Apollo raised his brow, before laughing hysterically. "Wait, wait—Of all people, Death Boy is cracking jokes? Yep, my suspicions have been confirmed. You, infirmary, three days, now. Understand?"

"But—"

"No buts!" Will said as he—quite literally—picked Nico up and started to walk.

"H—Hey! Sunshine! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Nico stammered, blushing furiously. He tried to escape the grasp of the mad demigod, but his efforts were futile.

"My job," Will said. "I take care of my patients."

Nico still wasn't very comfortable with physical contact with another person—especially this person.

However, after struggling in vain, he resigned to himself and sighed. He felt Will's muscles move under him as the athletic demigod carried him, and felt his breath in short bursts. It smelled sweet, kind of like mango and honey. Subconsciously, Nico wondered what kind of mouth-wash he used . . .

Nico closed his eyes and just listened to the body of the boy carrying him to the place where he would spend the next three days with him. This was going to be a long three days.

~ Ω ~

The infirmary was busier than the last time he'd visited the place . . . much busier.

Almost all of Apollo's Cabin 7 was running around, using their medicinal gifts to tend to the wounded, which unfortunately summed up to be a lot.

Nico couldn't sense anyone close to death—that was good. He wasn't exactly keen on performing another burial ceremony at the moment.

Solace continued to drag Nico between demigods, tables, and beds until they reached an unoccupied one at the very end of the huge room.

"Here is where you will be staying for the next three days, and you will not move. Do you understand Death Boy?" Will said as he placed the sulking Nico on the unicorn down bed.

Nico rolled his dark brown eyes and sighed. "Doctor's orders. . . ."

Will nodded and grinned widely. "And don't you forget it—now—a little bird told me that you prefer unicorn draught over ambrosia and nectar, is that right?"

Nico started at the boy, dumbfounded. "H—How the hell did you know that—"

Will waved him off. "A little bird told me alright? Now, you would've been fine if you had showed up earlier, but you shitted on that. So you're just going to have to deal—with these."

Solace walked over to a medical table nearby and handed him a glass of nectar and two small pills

Nico eyed the pills suspiciously. "Mortal sleeping pills? Are you fucking kidding?"

Will shrugged as he pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Apparently, we have nothing else left to help you get some rest—except maybe Austin's singing, but I don't think you'd like that very much.

Nico grunted and swallowed the pills—not even using the nectar to wash them down. "I don't suppose . . . you could sing for me?

The son of Apollo widened his eyes in surprise. "Me? You want me to sing?"

Nico blushed violently and looked down at his glass. "Uh never mind, if you don't want to. I'm totally fine with these—"

Nico was interrupted.

By the voice of Apollo himself. . . .

Will was singing in Ancient Greek, a sad baleful tune. Notes of pure innocence and purity rang into Nico's very soul.

The song was about a man who fell in love, but had his love ripped away from him by death. He pleaded with the gods to bring his love back, but was rejected. So he tried to kill himself—many times too—but failed each time. Then, he prayed to Hypnos and asked for an eternal sleep, to forget his life and be nothing. Hypnos, taking pity on the man, granted his wish and placed him into an eternal slumber.

When Will finished, his last note rang like a bell throughout the entire infirmary. He looked around and blushed violently, because every person there was staring in their direction.

Nico felt his heart melt into his stomach—which was not something that happened very often.

I know now, Nico thought. I am in love with Will Solace. . . .

Will continued to blush and got up quickly from his chair. People were starting to go back to what they were doing, but every so often someone would steal a glance back at the two demigods.

"I—uh," Will stuttered. "I probably should get back to my other patients . . . I'll be back when you wake up okay?"

Will started to leave when Nico grabbed his arm suddenly. Will flinched, looking down at the scrawny, black haired boy.

Nico cleared his throat. "Will—um—that was . . . that was beautiful."

Will blushed even fiercer, but then he gave a toothy grin. His smile was blinding, like very the rays of sunlight that reflected off Apollo's cabin.

"Thanks Death Boy, see you in a few hours." Will said.

Nico nodded. "See you later Sunshine. . . ."

With that, Will started walking around the infirmary, caring for patients, smiling the whole way.

Nico smiled too—which was again, something he didn't do often—and slowly drifted off to sleep.


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