Never ask me to write smut.
I just can't.
Plus...
All I want in a relationship is tooth-rotting cute and cuddly fluff tbh.
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Will smiled at the light seeping in through the window, the pale glow of the rising winter sun illuminating Nico's features. Will was incredibly comfortable, the fuzzy blankets tucked around him to shield him from the cold air. The lazy blanket of sleepy fog had not yet lifted.
Nico's skin was still abnormally pale from his injuries. Will fought back a shiver, remembering the look of fury and a sort of tortured, exhausted that had lingered in his boyfriend's eyes.
Will still felt laden with guilt, remembering how he had cowered away from the scene, a panicked mind, only able to think that he didn't want to see this.
Nico's head lay nestled in Will's lap. Will threaded his fingers through the messy curls, fingers splayed as he combed through the dark strings of brown hair. Nico shifted in his sleep, making a noise of contentment.
Will felt his face flush, his nerves fluttering in the pit of his stomach like butterflies. He felt a laugh bubble up within him and tumble past his lips. His heart was light, the air was crisp and clean, and his home was warm and sleepy.
Will had a feeling that he was going to like today more than he liked yesterday.
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In which Nico gets in a fight with someone that was bullying Will at school.
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