Solangelo Oneshots

How Could Anyone Not Like You (Pt. I)

"He's nervous, okay?" Will reminded his mother for the hundredth time from where he sat at the table watching Naomi Solace cook their dinner. Naomi nodded and smiled encouragingly and reassuringly.

"Yes, honey."

"And he's gonna act shy but not when you get to know him," Will continued, his sky-blue eyes lighting up just noticeably. "He'll pretend to be intimidatin' sometimes, more towards me to mess with me, but he'll be so ridiculously polite to you. He's a big softy, an adorable dork, I swear. He just has a hard outer layer. He's Italian, remember?"

"Yes, honey."

"He has a slight accent and sometimes forgets English words when he's anxious and he spent his early childhood in 1940s fascist Italy so he's bound to be."

"How old is he again, honey?"

"Fifteen. His age was frozen for eighty years so he technically stopped agin', making him seven months younger than me. He doesn't act like it, though..." Will smiled fondly. "Well, mostly."

Naomi turned around, leaning back with her hands placed on the counter to support her. She looked at her son, whose fingers were strumming the desk. She noted his foot tapping on the floor and decided to take the seat beside him, laying a hand on top of his.

"Talk to me," she said kindly. Will sighed.

"I-I just... I want it to go well. For him and for you," Will hesitated. Naomi waited, squeezing his hand gently and he took a deep breath. "Nico doesn't need any more bad experiences. It took a lot to persuade him to come because he was worried he'd do somethin' wron', which I know he would never. Not just that but also I've been with him for eight months. I'm seriously in love with him and I've never dated anyone before let alone brought anyone home to meet you and everyone else. I don't see you guys much myself! I know it sounds selfish but I really really want you to approve and I really really want you to like each other."

"Will, sugar, that's not selfish and I trust your choices. I'm sure I'll love Nico. Let's be honest, I love most people."

They both chuckled at that and Will smiled gratefully. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Go ahead," Naomi encouraged him. "I'll wait in here so he can come in when he's ready."

"Thanks, Ma. I love you."

Will darted out the room and opened the door. His heart melted when he saw his boyfriend. Piper had clearly given his messy, black hair a trim but had still left it suitably long. It had evidently been attacked with a brush and Will was overcome with the desire to run his hands through it, feel how soft it was and mess it up again. Underneath the aviator jacket Nico had had stitched up and rarely took off, he was wearing a black, button-up shirt and skinny, black jeans. He was wearing simple silver stud earrings and had several hair ties around his right wrist, which he was fiddling with as he fixed his gaze on the ground, his head snapping up when he heard the door open.

"Hey, Neeks." Will couldn't disguise the grin stretching across his face as he leant against the door. Nico's dark eyes found his and rolled but Will saw the corners of his lips twitching.

"Oh, it's you." His voice dripped with disdain but Will chuckled and all of Nico's resolve disappeared as he was pulled into a tight hug, which the he quickly relaxed into, burying his face in Will's chest.

"Missed you," he mumbled after a while.

"Missed you too, angel. You're okay after the shadow-travel, right? Do you need to lie down?"

"I'm fine, Doc, I promise," Nico laughed, pulling away to give his boyfriend a brief kiss.

"My ma's in the kitchen," Will informed him, taking his hand and leading him through. "My step-dad and half-siblings are out today. I thought it might be better to ease you more into it. They're a lot."

Nico squeezed Will's hand. "Thanks."

He stepped into the kitchen to find a very cheery looking woman beaming at him with a smile eerily similar to Will's. She had long, brownish-blonde hair tied half-up and twinkling, blue eyes behind round, rose-gold glasses. Nico dropped Will's hand and extended it to his mother.

"Nico Di Angelo," he introduced himself with a small smile. His heart was about to burst right out of his chest at the rate it was going but he told himself to calm down.

"Naomi Solace," Naomi replied, shaking his hand. "I've heard lovely things about you."

"Likewise."

Will wrapped an arm around Nico's waist and grinned as Nico leaned into him and started chatting with his mother. Sure, Nico started off as shy but Naomi, like her son, was one of those people who give off an aura of trustworthiness and happiness so they slipped into casual conversation, splattered with a lot of compliments on Naomi's cooking.

"Will, I'm Italian. I know quality food. Plus, I have yours to compare it with."

"Hey!" Will protested. "I can cook."

Both Nico and Naomi raised eyebrows and exchanged a look.

"Will, love of my life, my light in the darkness, you cannot cook."
"Well, I-"

"You burned baked beans!"

"Again?" Naomi chimed in. There was a couple of seconds silence of before they all burst out laughing.

Afterwards, Will took Nico up to his room and immediately wrapped his arms around Nico's waist. Nico draped his arms around Will's neck and managed to stare up at him with both joy and scepticism etched across his face.

"See, told you it would go well," Will murmured, dipping his head down to plant a few kisses on Nico's neck. Nico closed his eyes for a moment and opened them full of hope.

"You think she likes me?" he asked, biting his lip with his eyes wide.

"Of course she does, darlin'," Will replied, moving to press his lips to Nico's. "How could anyone not like you?"

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A/N

Thank you so much for 50 reads! This was really just for fun so it means a lot that people read what I write. Hope you stick around!

Insomniac x