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The campfire crackled and spat embers into the violet dusk, its warm glow painting the faces of demigods scattered around the amphitheater. The air smelled of smoke, roasted marshmallows, and the faint metallic tang of a summer night at Camp Half-Blood. You stood beside Will, his golden curls catching the firelight, when a familiar dark figure emerged from the shadows between the cabins. Nico moved like a ghost, shoulders hunched, his olive skin drawn tight over tired eyes. He didn't stop until he was pressed against Will, forehead dropping to his shoulder with a muffled sigh. "Hold the fuck up," he muttered, voice raw. Will exchanged a confused glance with you before Nico added, "I'm the fuck... hold me." A soft chuckle escaped Will as he wrapped his arms around Nico's waist. You stepped…