Trigger warning: anxiety/panic attacks
Seriously, please don't read this if it's not going to benefit your mental health. If you ever need to talk to someone hit me up, I love you guys and have no life so I'm always available to listen. 

6. I'm in love with you (Requested by @Death903)

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Will was getting frustrated. He realistically knew that it was just his brain lying to him, but that didn't stop his heart from going crazy and his hands to clam up, and his body to feel tense and nauseous and fuck.

He was clutching the pillow to his chest, legs folded in and trying to squeeze himself into the smallest form possible. He vaguely realized that he needed to slow down his breathing, but the voice was far away, and he was too far gone. Tears streamed down his face as he gasped for air every once in a while when he realized he wasn't breathing. He buried his face in the pillow, even though he knew it wouldn't help his breathing situation because it made him feel a tiny bit better.

He had no idea how much time had passed before he felt calm enough to try and regain control. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Briefly hyperventilate again. Exhale. He felt like puking but knew that he wouldn't. He was warm but he was freezing and his heart was still beating as if he had just run a marathon.

It was several hours before he managed to close his eyes and sleep, the sun already coming up and waking up the rest of his siblings in his cabin.

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"You look like death." Nico greeted his boyfriend, having gone to check on him after not seeing him at breakfast.

"That's rich coming from you." He tried to smile, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone.

"What happened?" Nico came and sat cross legged across from Will, looking concerned.

"It doesn't matter." Will went to get out of bed, but Nico stopped him with a glare. "I had a panic attack." He felt weak admitting that he let his anxiety get the best of him. Nico knew about the anxiety, but Will had always kept his panic attacks secret.

"Headache, not hungry, sore?" 

"How did you?"

"I had a few post-Tartarus. They're a bitch, am I right?" He cracked a smile and Will let out the breath he was holding, and nodded. "You know you don't have to pretend around me, right? The whole point of having a relationship is having someone you can be yourself around, even if you are struggling. Especially if you are struggling.

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I know I'm in love with you." Nico wrapped his arms around Will and held him close, trying to just simply be there for him.

They spent several hours like that, tangled up in each other and not having to deal with the outside world. They almost felt normal.

(A/N: Everyone experiences panic attacks differently, this is just simply what mine are like. I'm not claiming to be an expert or anything. Also, I know that it's short, but it's one in the morning and I feel like I haven't written anything in ages so I just wanted to fill a prompt quickly. Feedback is always appreciated, I love hearing from you guys!)