Solangelo one shots

Not okay

As long as Nico has known will, he's only ever seen him cry once. That was at his siblings funerals after the battle of Manhattan.

Will didn't cry. He had told him earlier that he had to keep it together for everyone else in his cabin. But Nico thought that took it a little too far. He wouldn't cry on the anniversaries of the battles. Wouldn't tell anyone his birthday and everybody who he told when he was little was dead. He didn't even cry when his femur got snapped in half not a single tear.. He didn't cry when Kayla broke down because she missed her older brothers. Kayla has known her for two months will had known them for eight years. He didn't cry when Kayla went missing he had to keep it together for Austin. And he would certainly never share any of his trauma Nico knew he had. A person who watched 27 of their siblings Die doesn't have no trauma. He wouldn't share how he came to camp. All Nico knew is that he was five he would never leave camp not even to visit his mom. Will just didn't cry.

At least not in public

It was 10 minutes after curfew, Nico was walking around. the Harpies were way too scared of him to ever even try to attack him. Nico hadn't seen Will all day, which was odd because only one person came to the infirmary and it was just for a sprained ankle which Kayla took care of. Nico checked everywhere all day, but he assumed that will probably just wanted some alone time or that he was taking a much-needed nap.(I mean that hypocrite never gets any sleep!) but it was already bedtime and will would usually sneak overto Nico's cabin, but he wasn't there.

Nico was getting worried

He was by the outskirts of camp in the woods when he heard the sound. he was about to pull out his sword when he realized sniffles were accompanying the panic movements. Nico slowly walked through the bushes careful not to alarm the person as they were already distressed. That's when a panicked will looked up at him

His eyes were bloodshot

Tears were streaming down his face

He was struggling to breathe

His face was red and puffy

He had obviously been crying

" Will?" I said softly, not exactly knowing what to do

"Y-yeah" Will said, as he was wiping the snot coming out from his nose and drying his tears, trying to cover up the fact he was crying

" will what's wrong" I said, kneeling my knees, wet from the small puddle of tears Will had created.

"um nothing" I gave him a soft look " really I'm fine" he said getting up, but I stopped him

" hun, it's OK not to be OK." will gave a small chuckle at the words he had told me just a few days ago after one of my nightmare breakdowns.

"Umm I-it's ah" he took a deep breath in like he was preparing himself for what he was about to say. It took about 30 seconds for him to get himself ready and still all he could choke out was.

" labyrinth"

oh my Gods. How could I forget the the labyrinth. it was one of the few things we had told me if he had nightmares about. I don't know the full story only that who is his older brother was really badly killed and will was right there. I feel so insensitive I feel so bad. How could I just-

" you need to go to bed it's already past curfew and-"

" Do you wanna come to my cabin with me? I think most your little siblings are already asleep right now." I said cutting him off.

" yeah I don't want to wake them up"

as we walked back, I was wondering why the Harpies weren't hurting him or at least trying to attack him when he was all alone, but it didn't seem like the right time so I'll just have to ask him later

We sat down on my bed as I got him a box of tissues and I wrapped the soft blanket that he had made for me for my birthday last year. I felt bad that I couldn't get him anything in return, but I just go all out on Christmas every year.

I cuddled up with him, holding him tightly to let him know that he wasn't alone and this time he didn't even try to stop crying

He was bawling Into my side, soaking my shirt with his tears and snot, but I didn't mind

"Hey" I said softly petting his head " it's OK I'm here. I'm here." he looked up at me and realized what he had done to my pajamas.

" i'm so sorry I didn't mean to ruin your paja-" he said, now, holding himself up and wiping the pajamas with the tissues I had gotten him

I gave a small chuckle to let him know. It wasn't a big deal. " it's fine how many of your shirts have I ruined with my crying at 3 AM"

" well they're actually really easy to clean" he said softly

" even better" I said, giving the top of his head a small kiss " do you wanna tell me what happened or do you just wanna stay here like this?"

" I guess I should probably tell you" he said, fixing his position so he was looking at me

And so he told me. he told me everything from how freaked out he was from his first time being a field medic the adrenaline rushes to seeing countless demigod get hurt to almost running out of supplies and finally..

Lee.

Will was Five when he got to camp and Lee was 11. As the baby of the cabin, everyone adored Will, but Lee was different.

He would always make sure that will was comfortable. that will was having fun and he practically raised him. Besides the healing stuff which Michael taught him Lee taught him everything he knew. how to read and write how to shoot a bow how to hold a sword to cook and just about everything. Lee spoiled will.he would let him do whatever he wanted, and if one of his older siblings tried to reprimand him Lee would get pissed. When he became head counselor at 16 will was about to be 10. We had always had this thing where he loved to draw on his older siblings, scars and younger siblings once he got his first one when he was nine he was so happy when Alyssa came to camp, he would draw on everyone's scars. Sometimes he would draw stars or hearts or the moon or the sun or just make little creatures out of them he said it helped people feel better about their scars and it did he would do it every time someone got a new scar and it had to be the most adorable thing ever. but that was before Lee died.

A little more than a year later, it was the labyrinth

Lee was brutally bashed in the head by a monster

We was tending to someone who had a broken leg when it happened just about 50 feet away when he heard the screams

He sprinted over as fast as he could, but he was too late

Wasn't dead, but he was close

There is nothing he could do, but that didn't stop him from trying

He gave him so much ambrosia if he had one milliliter more he would've burst into flames will had to have sung at least 50 hymns. He put so much of his energy into healing Lee that it took him two months to fully recover. his brother's last words were to him

don't cry. It's gonna be OK.

It wasn't OK

Nico knew will had more than he was letting on . Nico knew will was not OK and he knew it was going to take a long time for him to be OK and that's OK. They can be not OK together.

Together