Solangelo Oneshots

9

By thebigqueer

Trigger warnings: death

The clouds overhead choke the sky with the scent of ozone and swelter the battlefield with mist. Nico stares ahead at the enemy lines, his brows creased together.

Despite their distance, Nico can still see the flash of his gold armor, the gleam of his golden hair. His heart wrenches at the sight of him in all his glory, glowing like the son of Apollo he is. He's beautiful - but too far.

They've both strayed too far. Only one thing can be done now to diminish the riot that they've caused the gods of Olympus.

Percy bumps Nico with his shoulder. The king looks up at his guard, a frown flashing across his features. "What?" Nico asks. "We're about to go to war."

"Do you really want to do this?" Percy asks, leaning in. "Don't you think that... maybe they have a point? Have the gods actually done anything good for us?"

Nico scowls at Percy. "What? You're going to betray your own king, son of Poseidon? Join them?"

Percy's green irises swirl in the gray setting, something deeper flowing within them. "Maybe. But I know what Will meant to you. Maybe he... has a point in overthrowing Zeus."

"What are you saying?" Nico demands. "Are you joining them?"

Percy shakes his head quickly. "You are my king. If I left you, I'd be dishonoring everything you've done for me. As a guard, it's my duty to serve to you. I am merely offering you a voice of reason." He raises a brow. "Do you really want to do this, Your Highness?"

Nico grits his teeth and presses his sword against Percy's breast plate, anger swelling up in his chest. "Don't you think I know they have a reason? But I must keep Olympus safe. Zeus may be a terrible god, I have no reason to like him, but if he is overthrown... a lot will go out of balance. It's more important to slowly manipulate him off. I may have loved Will, but... I do not agree with his tactics. He won't listen to me, though." A shaky sigh falls from his chest and he turns once again to the enemy. "This is the best way. I must defeat them from overthrowing him this way."

Percy raises a brow but says nothing more. He clatters away, his armor clinging at his side, and Nico is left to stare at the gray expanse of the battlefield. Is this wrong? he wonders.

But he has no choice anymore.

He takes a deep breath, soaking up the mist of the early morning. Will hated mornings. He loved to wake up late, to hold Nico under the blankets, to stop him from doing anything.

But the man in front of him is no longer Will. He is a stranger. Nico must not latch onto these memories anymore.

"Son of Apollo," Nico calls, his voice rising over the misty morning. He tries his best to carry it through with force, but he knows he's weak right now; he can't help the crack in his voice as it slams through the wind. "You still have a choice. Stop this right now, or face battle."

Though Nico is yards away, he doesn't miss the flash in Will's blue eyes. The blond raises his chin and calls back, "I suppose I will face battle. I will not let a lover stop me from justice."

Will's words cut right through Nico, stab him in the chest and make him lose his breath. He's already dying. "Very well," he says.

He turns to his battalion. "You have heard him," Nico says, trying to keep his voice steady. "He wants a war. We will give him one."

He points in the direction of the enemy and, taking another deep, painful breath, he cries, "CHARGE!"

The setting becomes a bloodbath within seconds. As soldiers fall, red blood spills everywhere, blooming across the ground and bursting against their clothes, their hair, their eyes, their faces. Everywhere. Everywhere.