@warmestbloggerever asked me to write something with Nico turning three years old again for some reason, and Will having to take care of him. Sorry, this is late, but I hope you like it!
You should all check out her blog, ‘cause she’s great!
Solace decided he had enough of the gods using demigods as toys to be played
with whenever they were bored. He kind of wanted to go up to Olympus and yell
at them, although he didn’t think he would be received well if he did.
he had time to do that now, anyway, seen as he had to take care of a toddler. A
toddler with dark hair and big dark eyes the color of melted chocolate. A
toddler that was also his boyfriend, or what used to be his boyfriend, anyway.
A grown boy (although he hadn’t exactly grown
that much and still perfectly fit into Will’s arms. When the world felt a
little too big, a little too much, Will’s arms were grounding and warm and safe) that talked easily and with full
sentences. This kid was very, very small and did not speak full sentences.
Well, fortunately Will had always been good with kids and with all the work in
the infirmary he knew how to stay calm under extreme circumstances, which lead
him to not freak out this morning.
morning Will woke up to the laughter, groans and chatter of his siblings in the
Apollo cabin. Every morning there felt like a new beginning and there was no
room for morning grumpiness, which wasn’t exactly surprising when you put a
group of children of the sun god together. The bright smiles and personalities
chased whatever bad feelings you’re having away. And so, Will got ready that
morning, happily joining when his siblings broke into an impromptu singalong/dance-party.
He got dressed, brushed his teeth, quickly raked a hand through his messy hair,
stepped into the bright sunlight.
still humming when he knocked on his boyfriend’s cabin door. When he got no
response, he assumed Nico was still in the shower or something so he decided to
head over to get breakfast and save a seat for Nico. But then he heard a noise
coming from inside that sounded a lot like a sob.
Will called, but he got no response. Now, he was sure he hadn’t imagined the
sound. It happened again. He carefully put a hand on the knob and pushed the
door open. He peeked his head inside and at first he didn’t see anything
different, he didn’t even see Nico in the dark. He squinted his eyes and after
a couple second they adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make out a
figure bundled in the blankets and sitting far in the corner of the bed that
was pushed against a wall, knees pulled up and letting out heartbreaking sobs.
Will had heard Nico cry, though, and although it was heartbreaking, it wasn’t the same as this.
stepped closer to the bed. The floor squeaked and the boy looked up with wide
eyes. Eyes as big and beautiful and the exact same shade of magical brown as
Nico’s. Will inhaled sharply when he noticed that, yes, his eyes were the same
– he would recognize those eyes even in the dark – but this boy was decidedly
not Nico. Or, at least, not the Nico Will knew and loved. This boy must be
around three or four years old. How Nico had turned into a three-year old
overnight, was something that Will did not comprehend and it made his head spin
with such force he thought it might fall off. But, as mentioned earlier, all
the years Will had spent working in the infirmary, had given him the ability to
act quickly and be surprised later.
“I love you, Bonnie. I know i’m a "monster”,“psycho” and that i’m not the type of guy you usually would like to date and that i’m fucked up but… god Bonnie, you made me realise that it’s never too late to change and start caring about people and i care about you now"