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well sorry i'm not full of sunshine and rainbows

Nico hated being sick. Will loved it.

 When Nico was sick, he was clingy, needy, and absolutely miserable. This gave Will the perfect chance to babysit his boyfriend the way he had always wanted to.

  Currently, Nico was buried in a mound of blankets on his casket-shaped bed, muttering in an unintelligible form of Italian curses while Will gently stroked his damp hair. It was adorable, at least to Will. Nico felt like absolute shit. 

"Wiiiilllll," Nico whined, his Italian accent more prominent than usual. Instead of Will, it sounded more like "Wheel". 

"Yes, darlin?" Will chuckled, gently stroking Nico's cheek with his thumb. Even when Nico was sick, he was still so pretty. With his tired eyes, pouty, bow-shaped lips, and flushed cheeks, the Italian looked so dam precious. Will leaned over and pressed a feather-light kiss to Nico's forehead, his touch warm and soft.

Nico stared blankly at him, slightly dazed from the kiss. He curled into Will's side, burying his face in his boyfriend's hoodie, the distinct scent of Will making him feel safe. 
"I forgot what I was going to say." He said shyly, his voice slightly muffled. Gods, Will wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let go. The closest option was to lift him up, placing the grumpy boy's head on Will's chest, trying to be as gentle as possible. He still earned a pinch on his hand, though, the skin turning slightly red.

"H-hey!" Will protested, looking at his boyfriend's sick form. Was that a smirk on his face? What a little tease. Nico innocently looked up at him, his eyes glimmering with a certain confidence that only emerged when he was sick or tired. 

"You don't get to baby me when I'm sick, Sunshine." He pouted, his eyes half-lidded. But under all that sniffly, grumpiness, Nico did have a soft spot for his lover's endless care. He'd never tell Will though. That would take away the whole "Lord of Darkness" thing he had going on, and that could never happen. 

Will smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He lifted Nico's head up, looking at his boyfriend's scowl. Then he made a face, pretending to look hurt. That face always worked on Nico. 
"You were so cute before Death Boy." 

Nico flushed slightly, though you couldn't tell with his already feverish face. How did Will always know how to get to him? It was a̶d̶o̶r̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ infuriating. 
"Well, sorry, I'm not full of sunshine and rainbows." He muttered, covering his face in his blanket.

Will snickered, crawling under the covers with him. He pressed a gentle kiss to Nico's lips, not wanting to be too harsh on the sick Italian. 
"You're just right for me." He whispered.