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and i feel trapped.

pairing ⸝⸝ william solace and gender neutral reader .

trigger warning ⸝⸝ not-so-very-good angst, reader is purposely trying to step into harms way to visit will more — nothing too graphic, did i mention terrible angst?

summary ⸝⸝ reader will do anything so they can spend more time with will — but the blonde has had enough.

note ⸝⸝ this is my first request ever and oh my god you dont know how excited i am! theres truly no need to be embarassed at all, sweets! thank you so so much for requesting and im sorry if this isnt very good — i never write angst — but i tried! thank you again!

it was no secret to anyone in camp that will was an extremely busy person.

everyone knew; new campers, veteran ones, chiron and even mr. d himself — which says a lot since the god couldn't care less about any camper or, in general, anything that has to do with camp half—blood.

and the person who knew it best, besides will himself, were you. his partner.

you rarely ever saw will outside the infirmary anymore, you can't even place the last time you two had talked about non camp related stuff for more than an hour, much less the last time you went out on a date. he had no time for you. for your relationship.

you couldn't blame will. it truly wasn't his fault. he cared and loved too much, he couldn't rest until he knew everyone was safe and cared for. it's not that he didn't love you, it's that he didn't have enough time to show you.

though, that hurt a lot more than you would ever admit. you wanted to be his priority.

so you took it upon your hands. if the only place you could see your boyfriend was in the infirmary then so be it. you can work with that.

all it took was some calculated moves, stepping the wrong way during sword practice, taking a little too long to climb the lava wall, provoking the ares cabin more and more everyday.

the last one proved to be the most dangerous of them all, but that worked in your favour.

the more injuries you got, the more severe they were, the more time you could spend by wills side. that's all you ever wanted. and for a couple of months now, it seemed to be working.

"..again?" asked will when you opened the door of the infirmary, slightly limping. you had failed — purposely — to dodge an attack whilst swordfighting.

you were about to respond, mumbling out the usual 'i'm sorry, babe.' but something stopped you. the tone of wills voice, not just tired, but exasperated, eyebrows furrowed.

"do you think i'm stupid?" he huffed, now having turned back to restocking the bandages. "coming here everyday with a new injury. each one more severe than the last. i am not stupid, darling." the pet name that used to make you melt now felt weirdly uncomfortable.

"will, i just—"

he cut you off. "just want to fucking kill me, right?" his eyes found yours then and you felt as if he stabbed you in the chest. there was no warmth behind his gaze.

"i have to worry for all these people.. working nonstop everyday just for you to act like a fool and add on to all that stress!" your eyes widen, will had never raised his voice before.

"it's not funny, it's not cute and it sure as hades is not fucking endearing! are you trying to kill me? tell me, is that your plan? to deliver me to charon early?!"

"will, no, i just—" you expected him to cut you off again. instead, he looked at you expectantly, anger barely contained.

"..i miss you. i miss.. us. before.." you took a step closer, almost falling over as you still weren't used to the limp you had recently acquired. he made no move to catch you. your chest hurt more than your leg at that. "before all this," you gestured around the room. "i miss my boyfriend."

will ran a hand down his face, shaking his head. "you're oblivious. you're.. you're hopeless!" he fired back. "has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, i throw myself into my work so i don't have to.." will bit his lip for a moment.

"deal with you." he admitted finally. "i can't fucking deal with you anymore, you.. you stress me out, you don't make me happy anymore."

you realised then that he had been bottling those words in for a long time — that this was the most truthful he has been in weeks, maybe months.

"you're exhausting, you're all over me.. i just need some time to myself. you're so clingy.. so.." he trailed off, "so.. pushy, the only way i can be by myself is if i work myself down to the bone." he looked at the floor, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly.

"i feel trapped. i feel—" you shook your head at his words, biting down on your bottom lip so hard it bled.

"trapped? because i love you?" you asked, biting your lip tighter as your voice cracked.

he didn't correct you.

noone spoke for a moment.

you realised you were crying when a guilty look flashed on wills face. you shook your head, message clear; 'don't you dare.'

"i will not bother you anymore." you decided finally, leaning onto the wall for support as you walked — tried to — out still holding onto the hope your will would run after you, tell you he was just tired and kiss your tears away.

you stood behind that door for ten minutes.

will never came.

you missed him already.

⌗ 𝔑ICO DI ANGELO /

home; here, with you. (on my arm)

⌗ 𝔚ILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE /

and i feel trapped.

i only write for pjo! for now, at least.

im not comfortable with writing smut, anything else is on the table!

i havent finished all the books yet - though, i will do my best to write for any character, even if i havent met them yet.

i am a procrastinator and a very busy person, im sorry if your request takes time!

english is not my first language, if you spot any mistakes please kindly point them out!

i dont bite! do not be afraid to request a fanfic! ill do my best everytime!

pairing ⸝⸝ nico di angelo and gender neutral reader .

trigger warning ⸝⸝ none — fluffiest of fluff !

summary ⸝⸝ nicos home was taken from him too soon, but with your arrival at camp, he seems to have found a new one.

nico di angelo was a boy who was forced to grow up too fast.

shoved back into the harsh world of demigods and prophecies at ten after having been in a time—stopping casino all his life, losing his only ever true home — his sister, bianca — meant he lost part of his heart and soul with her. he sometimes felt her presence when looking in the deep night sky, when the stars twinkled.

but it never felt the same. it never would be the same. nico realised it the moment percy had delivered the news that he had broken their promise, that his sister was gone. his theory kept confirming itself everytime a camper in his supposed 'home' — camp half blood — would look at him in fear or look away from his form entirely, as if he was a thing of darkness, not human.

then you showed up.

and nicos world tilted off it's axis.

it had been a normal camp day. laughter echoing through the hill, water splashing, swords clashing, a few harsh words exchanged here and there.

this time, though, campers were whispering more than usual; a new camper had arrived.

nico didn't care. just another face to lose in the crowd, another set of eyes that would look at him with fear or would avoid him entirely. he was about to turn to leave and hide out in his cabin for a year or two when he saw you.

you looked shocked. maybe still pinching your arm to try to wake up from this supposed dream. who could blame you? it's not easy to get used to this world. your eyes were tracking chirons centaur half as he showed you around camp, not really paying attention to his words and slightly tensing everytime his hooves clicked the ground as if afraid that, like a horse, he would suddenly decide to kick you for standing behind him.

nico gave a small, barely there smirk at that. it was gone the next second.

he didn't even realise he was standing there, body half rotated, looking at you like an idiot, until your eyes finally landed on him.

nico was ready for your face to conform entirely, to look away fast and act like the interaction didn't happen. that you were looking at someone or something else entirely, but you surprised him.

you gave him a small wave, smiling kindly before you nodded. "good morning," you had called and he had blinked in disbelief.

".. morning."

he was lodged out of his thoughts when he felt you stirring beside him. you sighed, hiding your face deeper in his chest while he still, absentmindedly, stroked you hair. his free hand moved to bring the blanket higher, ensuring you felt as cozy as the hades cabin could manage.

the room felt warm now, welcoming. the shadows were not creeping in like usual, they stuck to the corners. there, but not overwhelming, threatening, like they always were when nico was alone.

nico realised it that moment,

"what are you thinking about?" you asked, eyes still half closed looking up at him. your voice was raspy from disuse.

"nothing."

this was his home.

"you were looking at me like i built olympus myself." you wrapped your arms around his neck, nose nuzzling his cheek that was now uncharacteristically warm. "what's up?"

nico held you tighter against him, hands hesitantly landing on your waist. "i just.." he shook his head softly. he looked down at you with that soft smile that was reserved for you and you only.

he leaned in closer, his slightly chapped lips touching your soft ones for a moment before he pulled back again. you let out a soft noise of satisfaction that made his heart beat faster.

"i think i found my home."