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@sungodssolace​

“Nothing better than a morning run” Sakura sighed, pulling her hair into a ponytail and straightening her jacket. Her usual morning tasks done, now she could head to work and suffer the long quiet hours. The down side of this peaceful world. 

She was used to battle and hard work once upon a time, now it was plain day to day normality. She wondered how her mother did it all those years after she retired. Not that she could ask her. 

Sakura tucked her hands into her pockets and paused mid step as she noticed a slightly familiar face leave her apartment building as well. 

   Not that Will wasn’t grateful, he absolutely loved it.

   This particular morning he had slept in a little later than he meant to, and hadn’t even had time to grab anything more than a granola bar for breakfast before he was kissing Nico’s forehead and telling him he’d see him after work. The son of Apollo dashed out of his apartment building with a kick in his step.

    The voice in Nico’s head was whispering in his ear that Will was lying to him and that Nico didn’t deserve to be with him; let alone being Fated with him. The whispering voice knew that Nico was weak to their words and Nico was a slave to it…but something in Nico swelled: defiance. The whisper was wrong; Nico knew that Will wouldn’t lie to him about sticking by him…and while Nico didn’t have the best image about himself, he knew that Will loved him with his whole heart…and Nico loved him too damnit.

    Putting his hand on top of the blond’s and smiled, “You b-better keep that promise Moonshine, o-otherwise I’m gonna kick your ass,” a broken laugh came out of him has he crushed his body against Will’s, letting the now happy tears trail down his face.

     Fated…being someone’s other half, basically being united as one person in basically matrimony- oh. The sudden thought of that implication of being Fated made Nico’s brain go into overdrive. Did this mean that he and Will were basically….basically…

     “Does this mean we’re basically married?” Nico’s face felt so hot that he swore that eggs could be cooked pretty well on it.

   Gods, Nico was so beautiful when he smiled. More than just attractive, more than just handsome, he was stunning. When Will saw that smile, saw the way Nico’s face lit up and his eye crinkled around the edges, his heart fluttered and everything sank into the background. It was just the two of them, his sense filled with everything Nico. Will hadn’t ever expected the son of Hades to walk into his life and consume his ever waking thought, but damn was he grateful he had. The life of a demigod had always been fast-paced, wondering when the next danger would strike and who would be in it’s war path, but when Will was with the other half-blood... things seemed almost manageable. Nico made Will feel like he was invincible, like he could conquer anything for the sake of their future.

 Leaning his forehead against the ravenette’s, Will’s smile grew into a beam and he pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose. “You have my word, Sunshine, I swear it on the name of every God in Olympus. I’ll love you until the end of time.” His free arm wrapped tightly around Nico’s side as his thumb gently wiped away the tears from his cheek.

   The blond buried his face in Nico’s hair and allowed the full extent of his grin to hurt his cheeks and cause him to blush. This was really happening, he was fated to the person he loved more than anything in any realm, and this was further proof that he was right in doing so.

    Nico’s heartbeat was rapid to match his breathing. He could feel himself start to get lightheaded but Will’s calming touches slowed his breathing and the lightheaded feeling slowly melted away. Feeling the other’s fingers move his head, which Nico allowed, he felt Will’s medically trained eyes examine him…and he couldn’t help that his hearing was hyper focused.

    “Will, my wonderful boyfriend, where in the hell would I get a tattoo at 3am?”  Nico’s anxiety was low enough so he could pull out his signature sarcasm.

    Nico’s hands were still clenched in Will’s shirt and some of the anxiety came back up, but not as overwhelming, “…they match…the eight of hearts…we’re fated…”

     He should be jumping off the walls at the fact that this was happening; that he was right in choosing Will as his partner and that Wonderland agreed…but that familiar drain of self-doubt was eating at him, in a whisper, “…please don’t let me fuck this up…please…”

   The doctor in training shrugged lightly, as if to say ‘why are you asking me, you’re the one with the tattoo!’ Tanned fingers dropped from Nico’s face back down to his hands once more, returning to their pattern of circles as bright eyes study dark ones. He was watching closely, looking for any sign that something else was wrong or that the sudden spike in anxiety may lead to any of Nico’s powers acting up. 

   He’d expected something to follow his boyfriend’s sarcastic quip, but it certainly hadn’t been that. Will’s eyebrows furrowed in something a little harsher than unease but not quite reaching fury -- jealousy, probably. “Wait, what? You’re fated to who? Who’s got the other mark?” First of all, fuck Wonderland for fating his boyfriend to someone else, and second of all--

   And then it clicked, and Will’s darkened stare suddenly lifted, mouth falling open in shock. “Wait a second... Do I have the other mark? Are we fated?” And then the sun’s son couldn’t keep the dorkishly wide smile from gracing his lips, heart skipping a beat. 

send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.

a hug with a forehead kiss

a relieved hug

a hug to say sorry

a hug from behind

a good morning hug

a goodnight hug

a hug where one muse picks the other up

the hug that comes after a bad dream

a hug that isn’t returned

a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug

a hug for good luck

the hug that comes after a rough day

an angry hug

a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow

a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug

a goodbye hug

a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing

the hug that lasts longer than the rest

the hug that ends too soon

an overjoyed hug

a tearful hug

a protective hug

    …he’s been blessed and cursed with Will Solace as his boyfriend. Many thoughts went through Nico’s head as Will was suddenly going to sleep after hissing the top of his head; one of those thoughts was who in the hell did Will share a mark with? Was…was it him? Panic started to take hold of Nico’s breathing in the form of shallower and quicker puffs of hair.

    “I can’t go back to sleep right.. =Doctor’s orders are gonna have to freakin’ wait.” The panic in his was slight, but should be obvious to his boyfriend.

    Nico kept staring at the number and suit as his anxiety grew; was everything last night nothing according to Wonderland? Did this place really think that after everything that the pair of them have gone through that they shouldn’t belong together?

    Nico gripped hard onto Will’s shirt, his knuckles going white, “…Will you have to check my ears. Now. Please.” Thoughts that maybe Aphrodite was in charge of the Fating in Wonderland crossed his mind and that maybe Hera had persuaded her to torture the child of Hades…he wouldn’t put it past her.

   Will took notice of the increased pace of Nico’s breathing instantly, feeling it against his arms and against his face. Azure eyes shot open and his eyebrows creased, concern lacing his expression. “Nico?” His voice shot out as a question, his tone uncertain as he tucked an elbow under his side to lean up and study the other.

   The first thought that came to mind was that the son of Hades’ was hurt. Had he been injured in the night? Accidentally shadow traveled again and Will just hadn’t stirred awake in his absence? Not likely, but still possible. Giving his partner a quick once-over, nothing outwardly seemed to be damaged, but he also knew that any damage that came from Nico’s powers was  often internalized and severe. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

   The realization hit him like a train when his eyes met his boyfriend’s. Nico was panicking, this was an emerging anxiety attack not something medical. Slowly, the blond placed a freckled hand over the pale ones that gripped his t-shirt, rubbing soothing circles into the back of Nico’s hand with his thumb. “Okay,” He easily complied, nodding understandingly as his free fingers moved up to touch Nico’s chin, moving his head around gently. 

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    Nico’s rest last night was the best that he’s had in months; not a single nightmare, in fact, the dream that Nico had was down right fluffy…which was strange, even for him. Waking up, Nico felt strong arms circled around his waist and a chin on his head; Will Solace, his boyfriend that he finally confessed his love for to.

    “Gods…that actually happened,” Heat spread across Nico’s face as he remembered that night and the fact that neither of them were coughing up flower petals anymore, “but I guess us finally saying that stupid word finally stopped it…” a small smile formed on his face.

    Looking up at his boyfriend’s face, Nico couldn’t stop the memories of that night from flooding back and just…how much he loved this boy. Nico looked at ever inch of Will’s face: the curls of blond hair that looked perfect no matter what, the sea of freckles that went across the bridge of his nose, and the 8 of hearts Fate mark in the shell of his ear-

   Will had the sweetest dreams that night, visions of his siblings back at camp, of Nico with his crooked smile and soft features, and even of the two of them years in the future, where he hoped they would still find themselves tied to one another. Will Solace knew in the future he would still be hopelessly in love with Nico di Angelo, and he didn’t need a prophecy to tell him that. 

   The distant sound of his boyfriend’s voice stirred him awake, and the blonde made a soft humming noise. Instinctively and maybe even purely to satisfy his own craving to have him close, Will tightened his encirclement of Nico’s waist and pulled him against his side. The demigod nuzzled against the other male’s head with his own and murmured, “Five more minutes...”

“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”

“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”

“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”

“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

“Let go of my hand.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Why are you — saying all these things —”

“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”

“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”

“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”

“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”

“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”

“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”

“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”

“Is this even going anywhere?”

“Why can’t we just talk about it —”

“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“You were broken to begin with.”

“How am I supposed to ‘love you’ when I never had feelings to being with.”

“Haha, I don’t know who gave you THAT idea, but we’re not an item. We never were.”

“I’d like for you to leave now.”

“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”

“Why are you — saying all these things??? Where did they come from???”

“If you never were happy to begin with, how come you never told me?! I would have listened, I would have helped —”

“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”

“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with.”

“Lately you’ve become a burden, and I can’t handle it anymore.”

“If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.”

“Oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. We were never meant to last forever. Our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it; so, what you gonna do?”

“This is all on you.”

rose - describe your crush.

cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?

daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?

daffodil - which colour suits you best?

peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?

iris - favourite 90s song?

sunflower - sun or moon?

narcissus - your best physical feature?

freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?

orchid - favourite fruit?

violet - have you had your first kiss?

gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?

gerbera - neon or pastel?

carnation - does true love exist?

alstroemeria - dream vacation?

anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?

cymbidium - sexuality?

rhododendron - what’s your biggest fear?

tulip - lucky number?

gladiolus - who do you look up to most?

snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?

hydrangea - proudest moment?

heather - what’s your favourite musical?

delphinium - what’s your star sign - does it suit you?

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

  Will knew the gears in Nico’s head were always turning, and there was no shutting them off. He was always thinking, and Will would bet money he could guess he was worrying. About if it was good, about what would happen next, if Will was happy. But Gods, as long as he got to touch Nico it was more than fucking good and as long as Nico was enjoying himself, Will was more than happy -- he was turned on to all hell.

  Nico’s hands were in his hair, kissing him hard and fast, and then the Italian’s breath was fanning out across his face as he plead, and Will had to fight the urge to jump him that second. Instead, leaning his forehead down to rest against his boyfriend’s, Will gave one more roll of his hips. This one was slow, and deliberate, making sure he reached Nico in all the places he could from their position and the blond had to bite down on his bottom lip to stifle his own noise before he leaned in to kiss him again.

    Seeing the tears fall down Will’s cheeks left Nico in a soft sense of confusion and anxiety; was he mourning their relationship already? Was he relieved that he didn’t have to deal with Nico anymore? Was…was Will not in love with-

    His spiraling train of thought was quickly stopped when Will started to talk and Nico’s eyes continued to let out the tears that fell down his face. This boy was so fucking stupid, idealistic, optimistic, and…and…the man that he was in love with.

    Finally thinking that phrase fully in his mind, Nico couldn’t help the large smile that formed on his face but also the small bubble of anxiety that floated in the pit of his stomach. Should he say it right now? Could he say it right now?

    Feeling the other boy’s lips touch his forehead, “…what did I ever deserve to have a boyfriend like you? Y-You’re really s-sitting here…t-telling me that…that…you l-l-love me?” Nico knew the answer already and didn’t give his boyfriend the proper time to answer his invisible question before locking his lips with him.

    They have shared many kisses before but this one just felt…different? There was less restraint on Nico’s end with his emotions and he tried to convey that himself…and he knew what he could do.

     Barely separating Nico locked eyes with Will again, and said barely below a whisper, “…ti amo anch'io…” Will could barely get the familiar Italian phrase out before he rested his head onto Will’s should and let the rest of the tears fall…

    Will’s smiled, and despite the shaking corners of his mouth and the droplets that still streaked down his cheeks, he managed a small chuckle. “I hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but it looks like you’re stuck with me for a long time, like it or not.” Warms hands caressed the Italian’s cool cheeks, thumb tracing every crevice and curve, as if he were trying to commit it all to memory. 

   Gods... this man was his boyfriend. How lucky was he? Who, in all the Greek myths, did Will Solace owe thanks to for the brilliant light in his life that was Nico di Angelo? Well, Hades, he supposed, but it felt like something else, something stronger had brought them together. Fate, maybe.

   But something even more than that had kept them together, was keeping them together now. Something like... love. There was no second guessing about that answer. Will loved Nico, more than anything, more than the entire universe and galaxy combined.

   Will could only offer an adoring smile at his boyfriend’s semi-question before lips were on his, and he was melting into their kiss. Everything about the intimate gesture they shared was... more, if that made any sense at all. More free, more open, more loving. Neither of them was holding back, and Will’s heart skipped a beat in his chest.