Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story LXIII

ATTENTION this is angsty, but I promise it's not angsty for that long and it results in so much comfort. it is very fluffy once the angst is over don't worry ;)

"Hey!" Nico heard a familiar voice shout as he bled out of the shadows, the black that curled around him receding.

He whipped around to face the person, his vision blurring slightly and his center of gravity tilting, before he caught himself on the flag pole. When his vision cleared he was faced with the most stunning person in the world, Will Solace. His face was screwed in half worry half annoyance. He had red face paint on in stripes on his cheeks and a red smock on.

"Sorry, Solace, but this flag is mine now," Nico quipped as he jumped up and snatched the red flag from the top of the pole.

"You little—" Will lunged at him and Nico gave him a knowing smirk before swiftly moving out of the way. Will grabbed for him again, his hand grazing Nico's arm in a feeble attempt. "You know you're not supposed to be shadow traveling," he heard Will grumble as he jumped out of the way and down the boulder the flagpole was sticking out of.

As his feet hit the ground with a loud thump, his vision caved in a little more and it felt harder to catch his breath. No matter, Nico would simply shadow travel back to his team base and the game would be won.

He tipped on his hand, feeling the wet grass beneath his palms, before pushing up and standing straight, and stumbling back into a nearby tree that surrounded him in shade.

Will was right behind him and he smirked at the blond, but his head throbbed and his ears rang. He could see Will's mouth moving but he couldn't quite hear what he was saying and when he looked at him, everything got dimmer around the edges of his vision, the tips of his fingers feeling numb.

He tried to gather his strength to get back to him team, but the moment he tried to call on the shadows, his knees buckled and gave out, his head thunking on something hard before everything went dark.

Will saw the moment Nico was about to pass out. Nico's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, the flag in his hand fluttering down with him.

Will wasn't fast enough to catch him.

"Nico!" Will exclaimed, just feet away from catching his boyfriend, feeling him slip just out of his reach and collapse on a rock, the crown of his head landing on it with a dull thud.

Will was on him in an instant, carefully turning him over, blood dripping down his cheek and into the grass from the wound. Will tore off a part of his shirt and applied it to the injury, but warm blood weeped around it, trailing down the insides of his fingers and wrist.

"Shh, it's okay," Will whispered mainly to himself. He hardly breathed, applying as much pressure to Nico's head as he could. "It's gonna be fine, Will," he gritted, his jaw locked. He willed his powers to start, trying his best to get the bleeding to stop.

It wouldn't.

It kept coming, and he screamed, yelling for anyone who was around. He propped Nico's head in his lap tearing more of his shirt to soak up more of the blood. It caked Nico's face, sticky and warm as it ran down his cheeks, down his chin and pooling on his neck. More seeped into his ink black hair and around his ear.

Will sobbed, he willed himself to put more of his energy into his hand, trying to get the blood to start clotting until he felt fatigue set in, and even then he kept at it. It would not end like this. Will would not let this happen.

The forest crowded in around them, trees glooming dark and dangerous, the sunlight seeping away as darkness flooded in, swallowing everything in black except of the blood stains on the grass.