#solangelo x reader

I don’t think my head has ever been this loud.

Every time I look at my phone, there are more messages. Every time I look at my laptop, there are more emails. Every time I try and take a breath, there’s someone asking me questions and stealing the oxygen out of my mouth.

Five o’clock can’t come soon enough, and the second my alarm goes off, I shut everything down. The drive home is a concerning blur, and I don’t really come back to myself until the front door closes behind me with a distinctive click.

For the first time today, there’s quiet. The knot in my chest is still there, but at least my ears aren’t ringing with the sound of notifications. So invested in enjoying the lack of noise, it takes me a moment to realise that with Will and Nico, this level of quiet is wildly suspicious.

This realisation hits me at the same time that the smell of burning does, and I’m across the hall and in the kitchen in a heartbeat. I switch the oven off and open the window before opening the oven to a cloud of smoke and a smell that might once have been chicken.

Worst of all, I can feel the hot prick of tears behind my eyes. I sniff hard, pretending to myself and the spider in the corner that it’s because of the smoke, and yell out for my boyfriends.

“Kitchen! Now!”

There’s a surprised commotion from the bedroom, and the boys come careering around the corner before coming to an abrupt halt; if they’d been cars, their tyres would have screeched. My temper rears its ugly head and I take a good five seconds to lower the volume of my voice.

“…why did I come home to the kitchen nearly on fire?”

Nico keeps quiet, standing a little behind Will, who clears his throat. “Um. We were making dinner?”

“Are you asking?” I drawl, an unimpressed eyebrow raising as I grab the oven gloves and retrieve the cremated corpse of ‘dinner’.

Will winces, and in fact pushes Nico in front of him like a shield. The younger glares back at him before turning back with an appropriately guilty face. “We were making dinner and got a little distracted.”

“Understatement.” I take off the oven gloves carefully, making a conscious choice to put them on the counter rather than thrown them at my boyfriends. My voice is controlled but still condescending. “How about next time, you don’t go make out when there’s food cooking without a timer?”

“That’s fair,” Nico nods, hands shoved in his pockets and hair covering most of his face. Will isn’t much better, trying to hide behind Nico despite being several inches taller, both looking like scolded teenagers, and my frustration flares.

I take a sharp inhale, running my hands through my hair. “You’re grown adults, you should be able to cook food without nearly burning down the kitchen! I’ve spent the whole day fixing shit, why do I have to do the same thing the moment I get home?”

Will and Nico exchange a look that I can’t decipher, and my phone vibrates in my pocket with the same notification sound that I think is engraved in my skull by now. Without thinking, I take out my phone and drop it on the floor, my foot raising—

“Whoa!”

One set of hands grabs my knee while another rescues my phone from the threat of being stamped on. I click back to myself with Will’s hands cupping my face and Nico setting my phone far away on the opposite side of the kitchen after switching it off.

There’s a pause, tense and suffocating, before Nico clears his throat. “Long day?”

I visibly deflate. “…yeah. I’ll be fine, I just need a minute.”

Will snorts softly in affectionate disbelief, running his thumbs over my cheekbones. “You need more than a minute, babe, you nearly smashed your phone.” He leans in enough to press a soft kiss to my forehead, a gesture I refuse to admit is soothing. “You need the rest of the evening at minimum.”

“Sentiment appreciated,” I begin, straightening up and looking at the burned husk of chicken on the side. “But someone has to make dinner and it’s not gonna be you two.”

“We’ll order.” Nico pads over to link his fingers with mine. “With all the love in my cold dead heart—” A smirk tugs at my lips at that. “—if you’re at ‘property destruction’ levels of pissed-off, I’m not letting you have access to knives or fire or spices.”

While perhaps a little insulting that they don’t trust me to control myself, he has a point. Will stifles a smile with a kiss to my cheek, rude but sweet. “Our baby is overwhelmed, so we’re gonna take care of him, okay?” He pulls back to look into my eyes, sternness in his eyes akin to a doctor explaining why his patient has a treatment plan in the first place. “You are doing nothing, understand?”

Nico tugs on my hand, drawing my attention. “You gotta trust us, we’ll look after you.”

I release a long-suffering sigh, like the task of letting my boyfriends take care of me is inconvenient and arduous. “…Fine, fine, if you insist.”

The pair of them have me in the bedroom before I can blink, pushing me (lovingly) onto the bed. Nico wastes no time in clambering into my lap, slender hands on my face as he pulls me into a heated kiss. I make a noise of surprise, successfully distracted from whatever Will is doing behind me.

I lose myself in the kiss, eyes closing and hands resting on Nico’s waist. My fingers begin to sneak beneath his hoodie— my hoodie— but get about an inch onto his stomach before they’re forcibly removed. Will takes my wrists and holds them behind my back, and I feel the familiar drag of rope across my skin. Well, semi-familiar— usually I’m the one doing the tying.

“Hey, what?”

My confusion is mumbled into Nico’s lips, and he pulls away just enough to whisper, “Colour?”

A moment to think, and I nod. “Green.”

“Good.” And that’s the end of that, Nico re-instigating the kiss and licking into my mouth as Will skilfully binds my hands behind my back. I tug experimentally at the knots, simplistic but snug.

“Have you been practicing?” Nico roll his eyes as I break the kiss again to speak, and Will laughs at both of us.

“Yes, but shh, you’re supposed to be not doing anything.”

Nico sits back a little on my lap, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at me in scrutiny. I raise my eyebrow in silent question. Rather than answer, silently or otherwise, he climbs off my lap and opens the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

Both Will and I follow him with our eyes, watching as he withdraws a clicker and a ball gag. Our eyes widen, but Nico simply returns to my lap and passes the clicker to Will. “Put that in his hand.” He looks back at me. “You want to stop, you click. Open your mouth if you understand.”

It’s a little disorienting to have my own words twisted and turned on me, but I’m more than interested in where this is going. Will presses the clicker into one of my hands and I open my mouth.

Nico fits the silicone ball between my teeth and swiftly buckles it behind my head. He slips a finger either side between the soft leather straps and my cheeks, making sure they’re not too tight. “Good?”

I nod, and Will leans from behind me to kiss my temple. “Good thinking, Neeks, no more speaking, no more thinking.” His hands reach around to my front, unbuttoning my work shirt with deft, casual fingers. “You or me?”

“You, you’re taller and I want to keep an eye on him from the front.”

The short conversation goes over my head, but I have no time to decipher it. Working with coordination borne of a joint cause, I’m flipped onto my front by two pairs of hands. My open shirt flutters around me, the sheets pressed against my stomach and binder.

Nico moves to sit in front of me, and Will hoists my hips up so I’m on my knees with my chest to the bed, back forced into an arch. A click of his fingers, and Nico passes two pillows over my head, which Will shoves underneath me. I don’t get a chance to move myself, my knees yanked from underneath me so my hips fall onto the pillows.

“No moving, no speaking, no thinking,” Nico murmurs, burying a hand in my hair as Will makes quick work of my belt and zipper. “Will’s gonna fuck the thoughts out of your dumb head, and you’re gonna let him, without a fuss.”

There’s no room for argument, not that I could argue anyway, but the certainty and clarity in his voice is… nice. The knot in my chest finally begins to loosen.

Will tugs down my pants, and Nico pulls sharply at my hair as I try and lift my hips to help. “What did I just say about moving?”

I make a soft noise of an attempted apology around the gag, and Will hums a laugh behind me as he proceeds to pull down my underwear to mid-thigh. “Careful, baby, he might think you’re trying to speak.”

Red blossoms on my cheeks as Will runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass. My hand not holding the clicker flexes as he dips a hand between my thighs, wasting no time and nudging two fingers at my opening.

“How wet is he?” Nico asks, quiet and low, keeping his eyes on me as he guides my head to one side more comfortably.

Will almost coos, his fingers making my body shudder as he eases them inside me. “Pretty wet… poor baby’s been so stressed he can’t even get wet properly.” He slowly drags his fingers out and pushes them back in, all the way to the knuckle, and I moan through the gag as he curls them. “That’s okay, we’ll get him there. Top drawer.”

Without hesitation, Nico reaches for the bedside table again, grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom. Will murmurs his thanks, accepting the lewd offerings.

I squeak in surprise as cold gel drips onto Will’s fingers and into me, his hand continuing to move as he slicks my warming flesh. He twists them to let his thumb push through my folds to find my clit, pressing circles into it as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“Better,” he muses, and I can feel him leaning down to look, his free hand grabbing one of my asscheeks and pulling it to get a better view. My actual cheeks are glowing with red, and every time I squirm, Nico gives my hair a sharp tug.

Will removes his fingers and I whine quietly in protest, my hole fluttering weakly around nothing. He shushes me gently, and I hear the sound of sweatpants being pulled down. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’m gonna give you something better, promise.”

Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Nico moves the hand in my hair to under my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. Cheeks red, spit gathering around the ball gag at the corners of my mouth, hair messy from being tugged— I paint quite a picture. He smirks, and lets my head drop back down to the bed.

“He’s already pretty gone, but there are still some thoughts behind his eyes.”

“I can fix that.” Will leans over me, planting one hand by my head as the other grips the base of his cock. He presses a quick kiss behind my ear as he lines himself up with my pussy, already nudging the tip into my hole. “Relax, sweetheart, we’ve got you.”

I inhale sharply as Will presses forward, slow and steady, forcing me to feel every inch and ridge even through the latex. Nico returns his hand to my hair, stroking softly this time as he watches Will sink his cock into me with rapt attention.

While I’m physically stronger than both of them, Will is taller, and right now he feels massive above me. Both his hands brace either side of my head as he buries himself to the hilt, releasing a shaky breath as I instinctively squeeze around him. I tug uselessly at the rope around my wrists, and for my troubles I earn another harsh tug on my hair from Nico and a sharp snap of hips from Will.

“Stay. Still.”

For a few seconds, everything is still, and I know they’re waiting to see if I use the clicker clutched in my hand. I don’t even consider it, and the lack of response is exactly what they need.

Will quickly works up speed, moving his hips faster every time I think I’ve adjusted to it. His hips meet my ass with every thrust, the slapping sound smothering any other thoughts my exhausted brain can come up with. Nico watches carefully, dark eyes hooded and focused almost entirely on my face, my reactions, every involuntary twitch my body makes.

“That’s better,” he mutters, thumb swiping at the spit drooling down my chin, smearing it over my cheek to make even more of a mess. “Much harder to think or be angry when you’re being fucked.”

Will pauses, shifts his hips a little, and I choke on a cry as the head of his cock kisses my sweet spot. Pleasure bleeds into my system, saturating my limbs and pooling heavy in my gut. I can hear his grin. “There it is.”

His aim gets more precise, hips pounding sharper as I feel myself start to come undone. Adding welcome insult to pleasurable injury, Nico leans forward and slips his hand between my hips and the pillows propping them up, finding my clit. He doesn’t move his fingers, simply keeping them tucked against me, Will’s thrusts forcing me to grind against them every time.

I’m panting around the gag, stomach spasming as my orgasm curls at my toes before spreading rapidly through the rest of my body. Will’s hips stutter as my walls clamp around his cock, his breath catching as he forces himself to keep moving, working me through my release. Nico keeps his attention on me, only removing his fingers from under me when he sees the twitches of oversensitivity start.

A few moments later, Will’s arms give out, his body falling on top of me as he grinds his cock into me, his own orgasm shuddering through him. He buries his face into the back of my neck, pressing messy but sincere kisses to my warm, sweat-tacky skin.

“So good,” he whispers, giving me one last kiss to my ear before he drags himself out and off of me, flopping onto the bed beside me.

Rolling his eyes, Nico takes the initiative. “He comes and is out of commission for two to three business days.” With gentle hands that were pulling my hair twenty seconds ago, he unbuckles the gag and carefully pull it from my mouth.

I swallow the excess saliva in my mouth, panting softly, and staying quiet even with the gag removed. Nico sets the gag off to the side to deal with later, and moves to undo the rope around my wrists.

Once Will has come back to himself and discarded the condom, they both strip me of the rest of my clothes. After some gentle cleaning and re-dressing in comfier clothes, I find myself cuddled up between them, Will massaging my wrists and Nico running his hands over my back and shoulders under the guise of also massaging.

I clear my throat, shy in a way I’m not really used to being. “…thank you.”

The pair of them grin, cats that got the cream. “You’re welcome,” Nico whispers back, words muffled into the back of my shoulder.

“Yeah,” Will murmurs, lifting my hands to kiss them. “You don’t always have to be on top of things, y’know? We can take care of you when you need it.”

There’s a pause before Nico’s gleeful voice pipes up.

“Yeah, sometimes we can be on top of you.”

The sun had began to set long ago, its hues of vibrant orange as it slowly faded into the velvety navy sky in the west. Thin whispy clouds hovered around the melting sun like they were offering comfort as it sank further and further beneath the horizon.

You and your partners: Nico and Will had all been sent on a quest together, retrieving some artifact for a God who couldnt just get it for themselves. At least it wasn't a particularly hard quest.

The bus had been fine so far, we'd managed to get decently far. We were sat in the back of the bus. There was a strange scent that smelled suspiciously like a molding aged hot dog, and one of the seats had gum shoved between the crevices and a stain that looked like someone dumped a gallon of sweat on the seat. The sun blazed through the windows even as it died below the skyline.

The bright orange beams landed across nicos creamy olive skin, his dark lashes brushed against his cheeks and his jaw hung lax. He looked so beautiful -- not that he didnt look beautiful when he was awake, you were just noticing it more in this moment. His hair hung in dark waves, like an ocean made of ink, it laid against his forehead slightly tusseled.

You had to resist touching the side of his face, just to see how soft the skin there would feel. Just to feel him alive, and right there. But you didn't want to disturb his rest, so you didn't reach out to touch him.

You noticed your heart beat more, it was softer than normal -- but everything felt softer than normal. There was a warm fluffy feeling inside your chest, like there was a warm towel being wrapped around your heart. The feeling brought a flush to your cheeks, you hadnt figured out how to name said feeling yet, but you always felt it around either of your boyfriends and you liked feeling that feeling.

You glanced at your other boyfriend who was sitting just on the other side of you. The feeling intensified. Maybe this was how the grinch felt when his heart grew three sizes bigger? You thought, as your eyes traced the blond haired boys side profile. The curve of his lips, the bump in his nose, the line of his forehead, his jawline and chin. It was like both of them were just trying to be beautiful (and succeeding). You continued admiring him. The curve of his neck, his chest...

But, it seemed Will noticed your staring. "Darlin', my eyes are up here." Will shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Am I not allowed to admire artwork when I see it?" You responded, making eye contact with him.

"Are you saying you want to put me on display then?" Will asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You smiled. "Maybe we could fly a picture of you on display from the back of a plane."

Will tapped his chin in mock skepticism. "I was thinking bigger, flashier," he gasped melodramatically. "I know! Let's project my face on billboards all around the world. You'd be able to see me from anywhere in the world."

"Yeah, but other people would see you too." You mock pouted, leaning on his shoulder.

"Oh, gods forbid, others looking at me? Tragedy!" Will bemoaned.

"I guess I'll start wearing a paper bag over my head whenever I step out. Wouldn't want someone... looking at me." Will teased.

I elbowed him affectionately. "Maybe that'd be for the best." You replied.

Will frowned, flopping back in his seat. "How unlucky am I, to have such a cruel lover. I guess im just so hideous I should never step foot outside of cabin seven." He dramatized, sighing loudly at the end.

"Oh, come on. You know your not hideous. Well maybe except when you get back from a long shift in the infirmary--"

Will scoffed, pushing you playfully. "At least I don't look as bad as when you wake up after going to be late." Will retorted, but still wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You closed your eyes, a smile playing at your lips as your fingers brushed against Nicos. Will Solace the creature you are. You thought.

You missed the time you spent at home. Of course, you loved camp, you loved your friends, but every time the holidays came around you felt homesick to a place you would never return to. The worst part was remembering the specific traditions you used to have with your parent - and knowing that you wouldn’t get to do those this year again. You often go through this period fine, a little high strung sometimes but with your friends, and boyfriends, on your side you would get distracted enough to only get sad when you’re alone. 

And it felt wrong to celebrate the holidays without your traditions, it felt weird to bring up your traditions and it was simply hard to communicate what you wanted. Maybe you wanted to be back home, never having known demigod life, or maybe you just wanted a hug and baked a specific recipe you used to make every year, or see your living room decorated specifically like it used to be. 

Either way, the holidays come and go every year and it seems that today was simply the day that your brain decided to be sad and homesick. Thus, you figured you would just spend some time wallowing in your misery on your own instead of bringing down the general mood around camp. Maybe a part of your reasoning was that the more happy atmosphere of camp would simply make you sadder and feel worse. 

However, your boyfriend seemed to have a different idea. You see, your sour mood around the holidays didn’t go unnoticed by your lovers, as you seemed to close off a little more each day from them. Nico especially wanted to make the holidays a bit special. In the previous years, before he stayed at camp year round, the holidays had always been tinted by grief and sadness. He barely remembered how he used to celebrate when his mother and Bianca were still around, but Will and you had slowly been giving him new hope. Perhaps, with the two of you on his side, he could slowly move on, and one of the steps he wanted to take was to rejuvenate his energy around Christmas. Therefore he had made some plans for the three of you.

“I’m not really in the mood to go out today, Nico.” you looked away from your boyfriend, “I’m sorry,” 

“Please?” Nico wasn’t one to beg, but he really wanted to spend time with you, “Will’s already in my cabin.” he offered as he held out his hand to you.

“I don’t want to bring your mood down,” you explained, but you slowly took his hand anyway, unable to tell him no. 

“That’s fine,” Nico grinned a little, “If there is anyone who would bring the mood down it would be me and you know it.” Then his face flushed a little, “besides, it wouldn’t be the holidays without my family.” 

“Your family?” you asked before, softly, “oh,” Your heart stammered, he had meant you and Will as his family, you looked at him fondly, “I love you, Nico.” You stepped closer before softly sharing a kiss with him.

When you finally entered the Hades cabin you didn’t notice much to be off. Will was laying on Nico’s bed, with his feet still on the floor. You sat next to him, putting your hand on his hair. Will smiled at you. 

“Nico got you out of your cabin?” Will asked, grabbing the hand that was on his hair and pressing a kiss to the palm as you hummed. 

“He had some rather good arguments,” you elaborated, “like loving me, and loving you.” 

“I didn’t take for our sunshine to be a poet,” Will sat up as Nico sat down beside him. They kissed softly, “But your talents are uncountable,” Will finished his sentence as he broke away. Nico had a blush on his face as he stared at his boyfriend. 

As you sat there for a moment in silence you realized that for a moment the never ending sadness you had felt the past few days had gone, chased away by simply being near your boyfriends. Perhaps you should note down that your loved ones would make you feel better, as much as loved ones could also make you ache. You shuffled your body closer to Will’s, and felt his warmth against your side. 

“So what’s the plan?” You asked, looking at Nico as he came out of his little daze. 

“Well, I thought maybe,” he hesitated for a second, the slightest sliver of doubt in his mind, “that we might celebrate the holidays with the three of us. As in, we make our own tradition?” he suggested, and Will nodded slowly. 

“My mom and I used to write each other small poems,” Will said, “Or I guess songs, sort of, each year.” Will then smiled softly, “Well, we still do. She sends them in the mail and I use Hermes Express to get mine wherever she is. It’s a small way we communicate. Although, the three of us don’t have to do that, it’s honestly a bit private for me.” Will admitted. 

“Did you have any traditions, Nico?” You asked. 

Nico shrugged slowly, “I don’t remember a lot, and never really had a celebration since coming to camp.” Then he flushed slightly, “I used to go to McDonalds, and simply get a festive meal.” 

“Festive?” Will poked Nico’s side, “What, do they add Christmas lights to it?” Nico shook his head. 

“No, but the people there,” he sighed, “I suppose I just sought out the energy, okay?”

“You’re cute,”  you told him, leaning over Will to kiss Nico’s cheek. On your way back Will grabbed your cheek and pressed a kiss to it.  

“What about you?” Will let your face go. You thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long  as you had been sitting with these feelings for a while. 

“There wasn’t much outside the standard things-” you sighed, “I suppose for us what mattered most was to spend the time together.” after another beat you resumed, “I mean, we always made a dessert together but the recipe changed every year,” you laughed at the memory, “we really should’ve written it down somewhere. I don’t even remember the name.” 

Nico perked up a little, “Do you remember the ingredients?” but you shook your head. 

“I only remember the taste when the nectar tastes like it,” You leaned on Will’s shoulder, “Which isn’t always.” 

“Well, we can just bake a different dessert each year until we find it, starting now.” Will suggested and you rolled your eyes, “That would take ages,” you objected, but Nico ignored you.

“Where will we bake?” Nico asked, “Last time I checked anything that could serve as a kitchen here is a bit off-limits.”

“I’m pretty sure Leo can give us something to work with.” Will said, and you felt the trembles of his voice through his chest. 

“What, he’ll let us bake on top of him? He’ll lay still for twenty minutes?” You joked. 

“No, we’ll lock him in a small, metal box until the food is cooked,” Nico said and you laughed. 

Nonetheless, after you made your way to Bunker Nine it only took Leo half an hour to have a baking station set up, with the condition that he would also get a part of the dessert. 

“And kisses?” He puckered his lips, and as you stepped towards him, Nico was faster, pressing a rock he had on hand to Leo’s mouth. Leo backed away, as he grimaced. 

“Hey! That’s unhygienic!” he objected, but Nico just smiled widely. 

“I dunno, stones are rather tasty if you ask me.” Nico put the rock on the table.

“Yeah, you need minerals in your diet Leo.” Will chimed in from next to you. Leo looked unimpressed as he waved you off. 

“I’ll be somewhere on the other side working on Festus, just make sure to call me when your dessert is ready.”