Solangelo Oneshots

54 (s)

By zjass06

Trigger/content Warnings: A mention of side charecter death as well as a mention of sex but it doesn't go into detail :). I LOVE THIS ONESHOT SM ITS SO SWEET AHHH.

Nico is four years old when he first meets Will. He's sprawled out on his new lawn, summer sun beating down upon the young boy, plucking spears of crisp grass as he watches them dance away with the wind. His parents are still unloading the boxes around the house while Bianca particularly focuses on her own room, leaving the bright eyed, Italian boy to his own tidings -- soon enough being whisked into boredom just like the dandelion fluff in the warm breeze.

It's just when Nico is about to push himself off the ground and go dig around for his Mythomagic figurines when the unfamiliar boy makes his presence known. He stands over the four year old, looking down with a beaming smiling and an adorable dimple.

"Hi! I'm Will! You're my new neighbour!" the blonde boy beams; Nico frowns in turn, peering curiously at this Will.

"My ma' says not to talk to strangers," Nico replies as he sits himself upon the grass.

Will plops himself down next to the dark haired boy, who giggles so purely it makes his smile contagious. "I'm not a stranger, I'm your neighbour! You live next to me now and we can be friends!" Nico regards Will and he's cheery and bright; his hair reminds him of sunshine and his freckles look like a dusting of golden sand. He's very summer, Nico thinks, it was a lot different to what he was used to.

"Okay," Nico says because he is bored and he's eager to find out more about his new friend, "My name is Nico Di Angelo." Then he extends his shaky hand out just like his mother had told him, his mother telling him that it was the polite way to meet new people.

"Nico Di Angelo," Will repeats, meeting his grip eagerly, but the name feels unusual paired with his voice, it lacks the emphasis on the O's, something that Nico dully picks up on. "I like your name, haven't heard of it before, it's different. The way you speak is funny, but I like your voice as well."

The Italian doesn't feel offended, just mildly mystified, "But you're the one that speaks different. In Italy, everyone talks like me and nobody talks like you."

Will shrugs, reclining back on his palms; looking all too confident for a five year old ("Hah, I'm older, I'm five!") but they continue their carefree chatter until Nico's mother calls out that he comes back in the house before five minutes.

The olive skinned boy doesn't make his leave immediately, instead he looks down at his lap, fiddling with the loose threads at the hem of his red t-shirt, winding and unwinding them from his fingers.

"Will you be my best friend?" Nico musters, shy and sheepish. Even though his head is ducked, he can tell Will's grinning because he can practically feel the warmth radiating from it.

"Nico Di Angelo. My new best friend!"

Nico is five years old when they build the treehouse. Initially, it was Mr Solace's ("Apollo, sunny. Mr Solace makes me sound old, it's just Apollo") to have the treehouse made, and doubtless when the two young boys heard the suggestion their eyes practically glowed in enthusiasm.

Nico and Will would run to the blond's back garden every Saturday and Sunday where days were devoted into the process of construction. The Italian helped as much as he could, passing a few safer tools to Will's dad all in the while he sipped on his juice boxes. When Nico one day returns home with sawdust on his trousers, Hades catches him and the younger Italian is all too eager to explain. Next Saturday, the both of them go over to the Solace household together. Hades smiles at Apollo when he answer the door, who seems a little surprised, as he demands that he help out on this treehouse that he keeps hearing about from his enthralled son.