PJO/HoO
4 stories
Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away [Solangelo] by hcllasad
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Nico di Angelo- The child of Hades. He was a depressed ball of rage wherever he went. He preferred spending his time in his cabin, alone. He would often forget to take care of himself such as go outside to eat. Nobody would ever like him. Or so he thought... Will Solace- The child of Apollo. Basically a dream. He lifted everyone's spirit as soon as he walked through the door. He literally glowed when he was happy, which was most of the time. He was the best healer out of the whole camp. Come on, who wouldn't have the hots for a smart, hot, teen doctor? So out of all the people he could've found interesting, why Nico? That's what the child of Hades is trying to figure out while he's oblivious to the complete obvious. Might Will actually have a chance to break down Nico's walls and find the key to his heart?
Game on Sunshine by quick-thinkfast
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Nico DiAngelo probably has a crush on Will Will totally has one So...Game on, Sunshine?
We've all got bruises. (Leico) by Aaron-Burrn
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Mortal au! Leico. Nico gets sent by his father to a group therapy camp for teens, only to discover his roommate is more than he bargained for. Love, confessions, and games, Nico, Leo, and the rest discover that they aren't alone and hey, everyone's got bruises. But can anyone really escape from their past?
Nightmares (Solangelo) by Rosettaone
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Enjoy a small preview of the story, instead of a description. 'BOOM! The gunshot rang through my ears, being at such close proximity was not a good thing. I could feel the warm liquid seeping into my clothing, and a sharp pain in my chest. I was afraid to open my eyes, for fear of the scene I would see. But eventually, pressure got the best of me, and I opened my eyes. Laying directly over my chest was none other than the one that has stopped the bullet from going straight through my heart and killing me; the one thing that had kept me alive. "WILL!"'