Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story XLVIII

Nico trudged into his cabin, jacket soaking wet and bones aching as he moved. He was just on a mission from his father, and he was utterly exhausted.

He supposed he should have gone to the infirmary to check on Will and let his boyfriend do his routine check up on him, but he happened to emerge right next to his cabin and he would have for sure passed out if he had to make it all the way to the infirmary.

So instead he passed out on his bed. Which was much better than falling face first into hard ground. He reached the foot of his bed before his knees buckled and he collapsed face first into the covers.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but by the time he blinked awake, he was turned over to his side and warm glowing hands peeled off his bomber jacket and were checking him over.

"Will," Nico said groggily as he strained his eyes to look at the healer. His face was surprisingly calm.

Will immediately turned to him and bent down. He ran his fingers through Nico's hair. "Hey, death boy," he said, his voice a warm blanket over Nico's mind. "Tough mission, huh?"

Nico nodded shakily and tried to move. He winced and went limp again. Everything hurt.

Will gently pushed him onto his back after removing his layers and gently put down the arm he was examining. He moved down Nico's body, removing his sopping jeans and checking him over thoroughly for any abrasions. He only found a few cuts and scrapes, but nothing too bad.

Nico's eyelids slid shut, the comfort of his boyfriend's touch making him dizzy and heavy. Will nudged him softly.

"You're filthy," Will said, wiping some grime from Nico's face. He scrunched his nose. "Let's get you in the bath,"

"Don't wanna," Nico slurred, "Just wanna sleep,"

"Sorry, my love, but I'm not letting you into bed until you're cleaned up. You've got ghost sludge on you," In one swift motion, Will swung Nico over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and headed to the bathroom.

Nico groaned, his body hurting from the movement, but didn't protest otherwise. Will turned on the tub and in no time, it was filled with steaming water.

Nico didn't have enough strength to hold himself up in the bath when Will put him in there, so Will got in, too, and sat behind him, hugging him to his chest and scrubbing away the grime that coated his limbs.

Nico leaned back into Will, pretty much immediately falling asleep. The soft splashes and sweet-nothings filling his ears with reassurance and love.

When he woke again, he was in soft pajamas, resting on the edge of his bed, his legs hanging off the side as though he was placed there to sit, but fell back.

He turned his head to look for Will, but he wasn't in his line of sight. Panic seized through him for a moment and he whined. "Will?" he called weakly, he didn't have the energy to do any more. His eyes blinked shut before he shot them back open.

Then strong arms were on either side of his head and Will's face was above his, looking lovingly down at him. A strand of his hair twisted around Will's fingers. "Shh," Will cooed, a small smile gracing his lips. "I'm right here, Nico. It's okay, I was just changing. I'm here now," he rested his head against the smaller boy's. "Would you like to snuggle up now? Get all nice and toasty?"

Nico hummed a yes. It was all he could do anyway. Will's hands slid under him and he was lifted up the bed, his head dipping into a fluffy pillow and blankets wrapped up to his chin. He let out a long sigh.

Will kissed his head and stroked his cheek, before climbing in beside him from behind. He pulled Nico to his chest and Nico wiggled back into him, seeping into his warmth.