Solangelo Oneshots

We Didn't Make Her With His Magical Penis

Satan is seen as bruised, beastly and broken. He is seen as a bringer of destruction and chaos that is reflected in his ghastly appearance with curled horns and empty pits for eyes and translucent skin with blood risen all the way to the top until he glows a dark red.

But Lucifer was beautiful. He was the most beautiful of all the angels. He was crafted with God's steady hand and patience. His hair was threaded with a delicate needle, his face was etched with careful strokes, his skin was painted with the softest brush. His magnificence rivaled God's.

Will looked upon his boyfriend as he stood with his shirt buttoned incorrectly and his collar jutting out and his jogger's drawstrings tied into a lopsided bow and deftly drew the parallel.

The son of the God of the dead was never going to be easily accepted. He was suspicious and impulsive and imperfect. He was the gods' most beautiful creation.

Hades was not Satan. But if he was, Nico would be everything Lucifer once had been.

Breathtaking. Divine. Angry. Twisted. A complex glory.

Nico's anger was beautiful. Will would stand in the eye of its tornado and know that he was perfectly safe even as it whirled and whipped around him.

Nico glanced up from his coffee with a frown. His eyes lingered on the precipice between black and brown.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Will nodded, reaching Nico's side in two quick strides, and cupping his face. Nico set his coffee down and leaned into the hand.

"You sure?" Nico covered Will's hand with his own and pressed a kiss to his palm. "You seem lost in your thoughts."

"I'm okay," Will promised. "In the drifting sea of my consciousness, you are a lighthouse."

Nico smiled. "What's got you so poetic at nine in the morning? Not been sneaking drugs, have you, doctor?"

"I have principles."

"Sure you do," Nico teased. "You're also tired. You're like a toddler only, instead of going nuts, you monologue."

Will's free hand cradled Nico's neck and Nico's held onto Will's arm.

"You love my monologues."

Nico stepped closer. He was a breath away.

"You're pretty when you're passionate," he grumbled as if it were a hardship. He kissed Will anyway.

"Woah! We're cockblocking!"

At the familiar voice, Will broke away and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Nico's for a moment before turning to face his dad.

He jumped when he noticed Hades behind Apollo, looking distinctly unimpressed.

"Why are you here?" Nico demanded.

"Why does everyone ask me that?" Apollo complained. "What happened to 'hello'? Or 'how are you'? Or 'what are you doing with my wife in our bed'? Or 'what are you doing with my husband in our bed'? The answer to both is magic. The magic of this dick."

"Why would you say that?" Will sighed. "I'm your son."

Nico patted him comfortingly on the arm.

"Father, what's going on?"

Hades' face contorted into an expression both alarming and uninterpretable.

"We got you a gift." Hades nervously exchanged eye contact with Apollo.

Apollo grinned. "Remember how you're going to have a baby?"

Will folded his arms. "I remember you telling me that all infants look like unripe tomatoes and taste like them too."

"And I stand by it," Apollo said. "Nonetheless, Hay-Hay and I got together and we made something for you."

Apollo twirled his hand and a cradle appeared from air.

Will watched, frozen, as Nico approached it and reached inside. Nico's head snapped towards Will, his eyes filled with tears.

"Will," he said quietly. "Amore, come look."

The ice thawed and Will jolted into action. He stumbled over to the cradle, swaying as he laid his sights on a newborn baby swaddled in a blanket.

"We made her," Apollo piped up proudly.

"Not with his magical penis," Hades hastily interjected. "We made her from the universe. She's your child."

Will gently picked up his daughter, laughing and kissing his tears of joy off her bald head.

His daughter was made from birdsong and brimstone; sunlight and scars; freedom and falls; rescues and realisations; loss and love.

She looked up at him and her eyes were as dark as ink.

Will kissed Nico's head as his boyfriend gently touched her face with nothing but pure awe.

"Thank you," Will managed to say to the gods.

"Can we call her Amaris?" Nico asked, not once removing his eyes from his child.

"Of course," Will said. "What about her middle name?"

"You chose, tesoro."

Will beamed. "Lucy. Amaris Lucy."