#solangelo x reader

having a period as a guy can absolutely be dysphoric

maybe you've told them this, maybe not, but these boys are emotionally aware

every month there's about a week when you get quieter, insecure, popping painkillers like candy

doesn't take a genius to put two and two together

will, as someone with an interest and skill in medicine, is researching everything he can

causes of cramps, natural methods, best heat pads etc.

may or may not make a presentation about your hormones and how they affect people, including how to manage them

nico, bless him, is a bit more clueless

you did once catch him with a box of pads, transferring them from the overtly feminine wrapping to blue wrapping he'd somehow found

he blushed so bright but mumbled something about wanting you to be comfortable and let you melt about his consideration attempt

they have a plan now

every month, you get a basket of things

masculine scented body wash (travel sized, so you use it up before the next month so they can get you a new one)

a bunch of stick-on heating pads

will adds a bunch of vitamins and drinks and snacks that are good for you

nico finds a pin badge or a print or a keychain in the trans colours

their compliments become about how handsome you are, how lucky they are to have such a great boyfriend, anything to alleviate some of the dysphoria

but when it all gets too much? cramps too bad, hormones out of control, dysphoria hoodie not quite cutting it?

they match your energy

they're in hoodies too, so you don't look any different

everyone's slumped on the sofa, watching whatever you want

they just exist with you

will makes everyone tea

nico ignores will's suggestion of healthy snacks and brings out chocolate

they know you're a guy, you know you're a guy, and they'll support you when your body seems to be disagreeing

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.”

“How strong are your vines?”

Will plays with my fingers as the question breaks the warm quiet the three of us has been enjoying. So relaxed, it takes me a second to realise he’s talking to me.

I clear my throat. “Um, pretty strong? I can pick stuff up, smack monsters across the face, hold them down-”

“Hold them down?” Nico pipes up, a smirk on his face as he glances up at Will who is suspiciously pink. “Interesting.”

“Not like that! Will was just asking about it, right?” I look over at Will to see his blushing cheeks and lips pressed together, avoiding my eyes. “…it is like that?”

He sputters, making flustered noises that might be translated as ‘I’m not saying it is ‘like that’, but I’m not saying it’s not like that.’ Nico’s grin widens and leans into my ear.

“It’s very, very much like that.”

I hum, interest piqued, and I sit up from the bed. Slowly, almost tauntingly, greenery sprouts from the headboard and snakes over Will’s shoulders. The vines twine down his arms to his wrists, wrapping around like leafy fingers.

“Good?” I murmur, watching as Will squirms, his eyes wide as he watches the way his arms are pulled up above his head.

He nods his head, licking his lips and taking a breath. “Yeah… yeah, good, I’m good.”

Nico sits up on the other side of him, cross-legged and leaning an elbow on his knee, chin resting in a hand. Showing off just a little, my vines hold Will’s wrists securely to the headboard and new ones grow from the footboard to loop around his ankles. I guide his legs apart, grinning as Will’s breathing starts to catch in his chest now that he’s thoroughly bound and trapped.

“He’s pretty,” Nico murmurs, eyes focused on Will as he speaks to me. His free hand reaches out, running over the waistband of Will’s shorts and tugging at the ties knotted at the front.

I hum, curling my fingers and tightening the vines at the end of the bed. “Isn’t he? All tied up and helpless. Should probably take advantage of that, huh?”

With a grin, Nico undoes the ties of his shorts and unceremoniously yanks them down. Will makes an insincere sound of protest as his lack of underwear is revealed, half hard cock bobbing free from the shorts.

“You like this, don’t you?” I muse, cocking my head as Nico runs a finger up the length of it. I watch carefully as I tighten the rope of plant around Will’s wrists, and my face breaks into a pleased grin as his cock twitches eagerly in response.

Nico glances at me and his fingers curl loosely around Will, stroking almost too slowly in a deliberate attempt to make him squirm. It works, Will bucking his hips with a gasp at the contact.

I tut, scolding him through a grin. “No, no, none of that.” More vines sprout from the frame of the bed, sneaking onto the sheets to weave over Will’s waist and thighs. Within seconds, he’s rendered immobile, unable to do much more than tense his muscles.

“Much better.” Nico tightens his hand around Will’s cock, starting to work him properly.

The older boy moans, head tipping back into the pillows. “O-Oh, fuck…” It’s cute to watch him try and move, making tiny aborted movements of his hips against the strings of green holding him still, thin but strong.

Nico squeezes at the tip of Will’s dick, precum leaking from the slit and gathering in his hand to make the slide easier as he continues to jerk him off. I watch, keeping my focus on my vines, loosening and tightening them rhythmically just to see Will’s eyes flutter each time the pressure increases around his body.

“Are you gonna come already?” Nico grins, raising an eyebrow as his hand speeds up, occasionally letting his thumb press under the head of Will’s cock and earning a whine from the blonde.

“C-Can’t help it,” he gasps, cheeks bright red and cock achingly hard within Nico’s slender hand.

I coo, coaxing a leaf to stroke over his cheek, part sweet and part mocking. “Aww, poor baby, brought to the edge with a hand and a houseplant.”

That gets a laugh from both boys, one significantly more strained and breathless than the other. Will’s laugh cuts off as Nico squeezes his tip again, a shaky moan pulled from his lips. “Please- fuck, ‘m gonna come-”

Nico moves his hand a little faster at the same time as I pull my vines tight, and Will barely manages to react before he’s spilling over Nico’s fingers. His eyes roll back as he comes, stomach flexing beneath the ropes of green.

“That’s all it took?” I tease, slowly releasing the hold on him as Nico works Will through the last of his orgasm, easing to a stop.

Will breathes a laugh, body soft and relaxed. “…uh huh.”

The vines retreat from him, guided back into the bed frame with my encouragement. Nico grabs tissue from the bedside table, wiping the mess from his hand, and we both lay back down beside Will once he’s pulled his shorts back up.

I cuddle into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I will be making a note of that for future use.”

Will hums, turning to nuzzle into my temple sweetly. “Yeah, please.” He looks down at Nico, kissing his forehead. “What about you?”

Nico pauses audibly, then shrugs. “…I will consider it.” I grin, a final vine snaking up over the bed to wrap around Nico’s ankle. He yelps in surprise, yanking his foot away. “On second thought, I’m good.”

We promised we wouldn't do this.

What with Nico's habit of refusing to talk and Will's habit of putting on a smile when he's falling apart, we promised that no matter what, if one of us was struggling, we would talk about it. No shutting ourselves away, no suffering in silence.

I haven't shut myself away, technically. And it's still daytime, so there's no night for me to retreat to like I kind of wish I could. The living room is bright, sun beaming through the windows in a way that hurts my eyes but makes Will light up like summer.

They look... pretty. Nico has actually been dragged outside a few times so his pale skin has gained some of the olive tone he must have had as a kid. It suits him. Of course, Will is glowing, blonde hair haloed around his head as he pretends like he's totally not fake yawning to put an arm around the son of Hades pretending to hate it.

And where am I? Where have I put myself, if not with the boys I love watching something inane on the TV?

There's a small table at the back of the room, a couple of stools on either side, only really used when we have someone over. I roll my eyes at my own dramatics. Have I really placed myself at the level of a mere 'guest'?

I turn back to the empty document open on my laptop, wondering if it's the light or the love that hurts my eyes. The compromise on me being allowed to do some work was that I had to do it in the same room as Will and Nico... but did they only ask so I wouldn't feel left out? Was it cruelty, to make me watch as they laughed quietly and bickered while I sat apart, the metres feeling like miles?

I shake my head sharply, shifting in my seat and clear my throat. Shut up, shut up, they wouldn't do that. Even if they thought I was... intruding, or something, they aren't cruel, no matter what Nico likes to pretend. They love me, I know that. I... I know it.

"How you gettin' on over there, honey?"

Will's voice startles me out of my thoughts, and it takes me a second to make myself appear less like a bunny in the headlights as I look over. "U-Um, yeah, fine, just... more stuff to do than I thought."

He frowns slightly, but quickly shrugs and gives me a blinding smile. "Alright, let us know when you're done, yeah?" I nod in return, and that seems to satisfy him.

The boy beside him seems less convinced. Dark eyes bore into the side of my head as I refocus on my computer screen, and I do my best impression of someone absorbed in their work.

With surprising speed and agility, Nico is off the sofa and standing next to me before I have time to close the empty document. He reaches out and closes the laptop, then folds his arms over his chest.

"Why are you lying?" Somehow, he doesn't sound accusing or interrogatory, just... confused, the words flavoured with anxiety in a way only an experienced connoisseur can detect.

Will sputters at Nico's blunt question, stumbling over and pulling him back a bit. "Neeks, you can't just say that-!"

Nico doesn't move, entirely locked onto me, like he can catch every twitch, every blink, every intake of breath, and find the answer. There's a thick, tense pause that blankets the room, the sun outside seeming to dim just within these four walls.

Will opens his mouth to break the silence and Nico, without looking, holds up a hand to the older boy's mouth. He's waiting. He asked a question, and he wants an answer.

I can only bear it for so long before the beginnings of the truth start to escape. "...I didn't want to be in the way."

Again, Will opens his mouth and Nico actually covers it with a palm. "Why do you think you're in the way?"

Bastard, hateful boy, forcing me to talk, I've never despised anyone more (I love him so much my chest might cave in and expose my heart just so I can give it to him.)

"Because... because you looked happy, by yourselves, watching TV. I didn't- I didn't want to intrude." If I were a plant, I would have withered away under Nico's judgemental glare. Will makes a noise of distress behind Nico's hand.

"Have you been sitting here this whole time, pretending to work, because you thought we were, what, better off without you?"

The brutal phrasing of the question chews up my metaphorical leaves and spits them out, and I'm forced to face my thoughts out loud rather than just in my head. My voice is quiet and hesitant. "...yes?"

"I can't believe I'm dating a hypocritical moron." Nico's eyes roll so hard I'm a little worried they'll pop out their sockets.

Will finally yanks Nico's hand away from his mouth. "Don't call him a moron!"

"I'll call him a moron when he's being a moron," Nico drawls, deadpan in disbelief. Turning back to where I've become a husk of a demigod, he reaches out and flicks my forehead. "And thinking we'd rather be just the two of us when he exists is one of the most moronic things I've ever heard." A second flick to my nose. "Weren't you the one who insisted we have the whole 'talking about our feelings' crap?"

I visibly wince. "Yeah, I guess."

"You guess?" Nico flicks my forehead again. "You were the creator, dumbass. I agreed to-" He practically shudders. "-tell you both when I feel bad, and you've been sat stewing in misery for like, two hours? That's my job, I have a monopoly on stewing in misery, you don't get to just take it!"

I don't know whether to laugh or cry, a wobbly smile pulling at my lips at his scolding that sounds a little too much like worry. "I'm sorry for stealing your job, Neeks."

He sniffs haughtily, folding his arms back over his chest and flicking hair out his eyes. "You should be. I've had to deal with Will alone for two hours, do you know how hyper he gets when it's sunny? It's like he's supercharged by photosynthesis or some shit."

Will makes a sound of mock-outrage and I laugh, a little fragile but not as fractured as I thought. The corners of Nico's lips quirk up, and his hard stare softens just enough for me to get the message; I've been forgiven for being stupid, but don't let it happen again.

With a step to the side, Nico gestures towards me. "Go on, we both know you're dying."

"Oh, thank the gods-" Will is on me before I can react, sweeping me off the stool. "I know Nico's method works on you but it's so hard to not smother you! You're not leaving my side for at least three days, either of you!" (I love you both so much I couldn't bear it if you left.)

He deposits me on the sofa, sitting down so close he might as well be on my lap. Nico comes to sit on my other side, leaning against my arm and lacing bony fingers with mine.

"Don't be dumb," he murmurs, the tips of his ears red as he looks very firmly towards the still-sitcom-playing TV. "I'd drag the pair of you out of Tartarus if I needed to." (I love you both so much I don't know what to do with myself.)

With Will's curls brushing my cheek and Nico's chilly hand in mine, I can feel the self-doubt slinking away into the few shadows cast by the sun coming in through the window. "I know." (I love you in a way that feels inevitable; the day, the night, and death.)

holy crap i haven't written angst in ages, this was so fun actually! i hope you enjoyed, i know it was a bit more nico-focused but i think i respond better to being told i'm being stupid than being coddled the way i think will might. thank you for requesting!

A couple days and now, for the entire day, my lovers have been squirreling themselves away in corners and muttering. Sinister behaviour, an Apollo kid and a Hades kid scheming, but I let them have their fun.

Frankly the YouTube video on my laptop is a successful distraction from the boys whispering in the next room, sat in front of me on the bed, earphones in and eyes focused on the screen. So focused I hardly register the bedroom door opening, or the pad of four feet across the floor. I only deign to look up when the bed either side of me dips.

Eyebrow raised, I look between them. "...Good afternoon, predators, why am I being cornered?"

Will gently takes out my earphones and sets them on the bedside table, and Nico removes my laptop from the bed and leans over to set it on the desk a few feet from the bed. Neither speak, and so I attempt to prompt an answer again.

"Okay, even Echo at least repeated what she heard, either of you wanna give that a go?"

"We've been talkin'," Will begins, and before I can interrupt with a witty comment he has the audacity to cut me off. "We know you've seen us talkin', darlin', keep your smart mouth shut for just a bit."

My eyes widen slightly, lips still parted in preparation for sass, and Nico chuckles. A slender, slightly chilled finger flicks a strand of hair from my face. "Weren't expecting that, huh? See, Will and I figured we never... well, he says we never thanked you, I say we never got our revenge."

"Those are two wildly different things, Neeks," I point out, before promptly getting a warm hand over my mouth as Will sighs.

"Can't shut you up for one second, huh?" Will drawls, shaking his head. "That's fine, we can fix that, can't we?" He shoots a filthy smirk to Nico that spells trouble, the best kind.

This is new, this is... interesting. It's quickly evident that my lovely boys have decided to be in control, cute. I smirk behind Will's hand, levelling a challenging gaze at him.

Nico taps my nose to get my attention. "If we do something you don't want or don't like, snap your fingers. Show me you understand."

His voice is low, commanding but easy, like he expects his requests to be followed. I move my eyebrows in a way that communicates 'are you really asking me to prove I can click my fingers?'

"Show me you understand," he repeats, not an ounce of waver in his words. 'Calm' isn't a word I tend to use to describe Nico, but he seems to be... prepared, I suppose. Well, might as well humour them, hm?

I snap the fingers of my right hand, once, the sound sharp and clear.

Will squishes my cheeks with the hand over my mouth. "That weren't so hard, huh?" He cooes. I turn a withering look his way, and the fucker laughs. "Yeah, yeah, that don't work as well when I've got my hand over your mouth, pretty."

"We good?" Nico murmurs, fingers drumming on the bedsheets.

Will nods, and for the first time I get the feeling that they might be taking this seriously.

With Will's assent, Nico shifts until he's in front of me, pulling my legs out from their crossed position and sitting between them. Will takes his hand off my mouth long enough to bodily move me forward on the bed so he can sit behind me, and promptly shoves his fingers in my mouth that had opened to say something undoubtedly snarky.

"No, thank you," he hums, watching over my shoulder as Nico's fingers deftly undo the closure on my pants. "No commentary from you, honey, just shut up and let us work."

Hands pulling at the waistband of my pants, Nico looks to my eyes, then to my right hand long enough to let me snap if I want to. When there's no movement, he yanks down the fabric and tosses them off the bed.

It's almost clinical, the way Nico shoves up my hoodie (read: Will's hoodie I'd stolen) to get a better look at my underwear, examining the article of clothing like it were a map. He traces over the darkened spot, and I jolt a little when he taps it lightly. Nico smirks, looking up at Will rather than me.

"Cute, we've barely done anything and they're already turned on."

Will laughs, soft and a little dark, and wiggles his fingers in my mouth. "Really? This is all it took? Did you throw away the pair you were wearin' a few days ago 'cause you ruined 'em?"

Cheeks a little hot, and unable to verbally defend myself, I smack Will's knee for his cheek.

Nico's little 'tch' of disapproval barely registers beyond the sting of the slap he lays on my thigh. It's more sound than impact, but it shocks me. Again, Nico pauses and glances at my right hand, but I don't snap; honestly, that was fucking hot, the pain dissolving into a vague ache that stokes the heat curling in my body.

"Behave, love," Nico murmurs absently, more focused on tracing light circles over the damp patch on my underwear that is slowly getting bigger. I squirm under the light touch, and Will loops his free arm around my waist, securing me against his chest. Pressed so close, I can feel him hard in his pants, and sparks of want go off in my head.

As if he can read my mind, Will ducks his head to press his lips to my ear. "In a bit, darlin', be patient."

I whine without thinking, the sound garbled around his fingers in my mouth, and both of them smile in amusement. Saliva gathers at the corners of my mouth, threatening to spill over my chin and drip onto my hoodie. Neither of them seem to care, both sets of eyes fixed on where Nico has changed tactics, palming and rubbing over my underwear.

The increase in friction is heady, and I sigh happily as I tilt my head back to rest on Will's shoulder.

"Feel good?" He hums, peppering kisses over my neck and ear. "Think you can come like this?" His fingers in my mouth begin to move, slowly dragging out only to ease back in again. Nico matches the rhythm as he works over my underwear, and I have the disorienting but pleasurable feeling of being fucked without actually being fucked.

"They can come like this," Nico muses, and the way he says it is so matter-of-fact that I forget to disbelieve him. "They will, whether they want to or not."

The kindling need in my stomach becomes a fire; I don't have a choice, they're going to make me come like this. It's not up to me, it's not in my control whether I have an orgasm or not, because they've decided for me.

For a moment, the thought of not being in control like usual makes my fingers of my right hand twitch, but I don't snap. I... like it, I like that this is something they're doing to me.

Will senses the switch being flipped, the way my body deflates slightly like a sigh of relief. "Oh, there ya' are," he cooes, voice loving and a little condescending. "There's our sweet honey, jus' needed the reins taken from you, huh? Always lookin' after your boys, forgot you needed a li'l lookin' after too."

"Weren't gonna ask for it," Nico mumbles, shifting so he's on his front between my legs, kitten-licking and sucking at my underwear with his arms hooked under my thighs. "Know you too well to know you'd never ask."

A burst of affection blooms in my chest at his words, the intimacy of being known and loved proving to be too much for the tightening knot tugging at my gut.

With a sweet, soft moan, I come undone under the gentle ministrations of Nico's mouth. Bliss sinks into my system, a slow roll of pleasure that loosens my body and coaxes soft sounds from behind Will's fingers.

Nico laps at the now-soaked fabric, eyes closed as he savours the flavour, hands kneading and squeezing at the flesh of my bare thighs. Will whispers nothings, warm and indistinct, into my ear, gently pulling his fingers from my mouth.

Even with my mouth free, I say nothing, attitude gone to sleep under the careful, combined efforts of my boyfriends. Nico kisses his way up my body, slightly awkwardly lifting his front off the bed to kiss persistently up my neck to my jaw to my lips. The kiss is a little messy, almost lazy, blissful calm bubbling all three of us as I'm sandwiched between the two people I love most in the world.

It's new, this feeling. Not being in charge, leaning fully on Will and Nico to take care of me, not having to ask because they already know what to do.

With a final, hard kiss to my forehead, Nico slips off the bed to find new underwear. Will gently turns my head to press his lips to my nose and then my lips. "How ya' doin', honey?"

I hum, a small but steady smile on my face as I blink at him like a cat. "Mmmmgood, 's good."

Will breathes a soft, adoring laugh. "Good? Good, you want more? Or are you tapped out?"

"Th' second one." I came once, neither of them did, normally I'd be down for at least two more rounds, but...

...I feel soft, and warm, and fluffy, and Nico is being so gentle as he slips off my underwear and replaces them with a new pair, and all I want is-

"Cuddles."

The boys laugh, and between them they lovingly manhandle me into the bed properly, the three of us snug under the covers. My face is buried in Will's neck, Nico's hand running over my side comfortingly, and there's nowhere I'd rather be.

A moment later, Nico pipes up. "Hey, wanna order food again? We could get McD-"

"No," Will mumbles, his eyes already closed.

Nico pokes me gently. "What about you?"

With a grin hidden in the crook of Will's neck, I snap my fingers.

Percy had taken the lead- but Manhattan was big, and the amount of people at camp was small. Especially since the Ares cabin had refused to join the fight. You wished you knew what was happening, but you simply didn’t. You were still unclaimed- so you got appointed to go with the Hermes cabin, and with your healer kit on your back and an unpracticed sword hand at the ready you ventured out there. Firstly to take a stand, but mostly to find those hurt around Manhattan and get them to the Empire State building. Somehow you were in the zone- you ignored your feelings as you worked, removing any thoughts related to the consequences of what was happening- ignoring the blood staining your hands. 

Until the Manhattan bridge exploded. It was where the Apollo cabin had been situated, and for the first time you thought about your friends, how you cared for these demigods, how death was final. For the first time your heart dropped to your stomach, as you prayed to Apollo that his children were fine- that Will was fine. 

The hours dragged on and you caught no sight of any Apollo camper. You never entered the Empire State Building, leaving whoever was hurt in the hands of those stationed there. You were tired, you wanted a break but a break meant laying down and crying. You never wanted to be here and stopping meant facing the possibilities that people were dead. 

At some point someone told you the Ares cabin had joined the fight- you saw a glimpse of Will, but didn’t get further than a touch to the shoulder before you had to focus on another wounded, everything was fucked. Then, in another breath you heard from Travis the whisper that Silena had died- that she might’ve been the traitor. But maybe you misheard, and what did it matter. She died, for camp, for you and your friends. What did anything matter in this war?

The first breather you got was when Kronos showed his face. It was weird seeing Luke, a boy barely college age, leading an army. The horror that was the reality of his face and body carrying the titan Kronos was one you wouldn’t face. You were breathing heavily, clutching your kit close to you. At some point you had lost your sword, but a dagger was tugged into your belt. You couldn’t make out what the conversation was about- at some point you got caught near an explosion and although the ringing had stopped, the sound still sounded a bit muffled. 

But that didn’t matter- you stood at the ready, for either an attack or to drag someone out of the fight and keep them alive. You stood ready, as you noticed the enemy forces behind Kronos stir, as they parted uncomfortable as if forced to. You weren’t sure how to act, so you simply stood still as a loud bark sounded, and you saw Mrs. O’Leary ran towards Percy, ignoring the monsters around, and just a moment later you saw him. 

Nico, wearing a skull-shaped helmet. You slowly started making your way towards the front- if Nico was there you wanted to be near him in the fight- help him if he needed it. It wasn’t a rational thought, but you considered Nico your friend and that was reason enough. As you got closer you felt the ground rumble, and saw cracks appear underneath your feet. You jumped back as skeletal hands clawed their way out of the ground. The sky turned cold and you swore it got darker as a war horn sounded, and as the skeletons formed ranks. 

An enormous chariot raced down Fifth Avenue, pulled by horses that resembled living shadows. The chariot was inlaid with obsidian and gold, depicting scenes of death. You could not believe your eyes as you realised that the person holding the reins was the Lord of the Dead, Hades and that behind him were Demeter and Persephone. You couldn’t help but smile as you realised that Nico had managed to convince his father to help the fight- that finally it was no longer Camp Half-Blood versus Kronos and his army, but that the gods were on your side. 

Hades wore black armour and a cloak the colour of fresh blood. On top of his pale head was the helm of darkness: a crown that radiated pure terror. As you watched the crown changed shapes- monsters to bones to flames. Yet you looked away, fearing that if you got too close to the crown it might take your worst nightmares and change into the shape of those. Unlike the previous conversation, Hades’s voice reached far, and as you slowly inched closer- only stopped by the skeleton ranks- you could finally hear what was being said. 

"Hello, Father. You're looking . . . young." The Lord of the Dead spoke. 

"Hades," Kronos growled. "I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance." 

"I'm afraid not." Hades sighed. "My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritise my list of enemies.As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do 

for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on—it is that you were a TERRIBLE father." 

Hades drew his sword, a double-edged Stygian blade etched with silver. "Now fight me! For today the House of Hades will be called the saviours of Olympus." 

"I don't have time for this," Kronos snarled. Kronos struck the ground with his scythe. A crack spread in both directions, circling the Empire State Building. A wall of force shimmered along the fissure line, and you noticed that outside the barrier, car engines revved to life. Pedestrians woke up and stared uncomprehendingly at the monsters and zombies all around them. You saw that Nico took a turn towards the mortals and quickly followed, finally meeting up with him. 

“Good to see you here!” You greeted Nico, spotting no injury on him, and therefore moving to his side so you would have his back while you made your way forward together. Nico didn’t say anything in return, but he glanced over quickly and you saw that he was smiling. Whether it was from seeing you or the general adrenalin you weren’t sure- but you did know that somehow the smile fit him, he deserved to be elated. 

Suddenly a gun sounded, Nico’s sword was bigger than your dagger as he pushed you behind him and thrusted it out, right into the giant monster that was pushed your way. As it dissolved you saw a woman and man - both way too old to be from camp, and as Percy ran your way it became clear that the woman was his mother. 

"When did you learn to fire a shotgun?" Percy demanded of his mother. The woman blew the hair out of her face. "About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!" she urged him, and from next of you Nico agreed. 

"Yes,we'll handle the army. You have to get Kronos!"