Solangelo One-Shots

"Go To Hell."

"Go to hell."

He'd listened. When Will told him to go to hell, Nico did, stepping backwards into the shadows until he ended up here, stumbling across the Fields of Asphodel.

"Go to hell."

The last half an hour wouldn't stop replaying over and over and over again in his head. He heard again and again the fighting, the shouting, and Will, his voice colder than Nico had ever heard it before.

"Go to hell."

Those words echoed through Nico's mind, bouncing around his skull until he sat, curled up on the shore of the Styx. The river was polluted as always with the unachieved dreams of dead humans. For some reason this was calming to Nico, watching the Styx wash away the hopes of others.

"Go to hell."

Nico wasn't quite sure what he was feeling. He was upset, clearly, but was it anger? Or was it sadness? Or anxiety? There were no tears in his eyes or thoughts in his head and still all he could hear was

"Go to hell."

They didn't even sound like words anymore. He sat there for hours until the shock of it all went away. It was only then that he could think properly. Only then did thoughts fill his head and tears fill his eyes.

Nico and Will had been together for a while now, but never before had they fought like this. And now Nico realized he was all three - angry, sad, and scared - all at once. Angry because they fought and sad for the same reason. But most of all he was scared, scared of where that left them. Scared that Will might hate him now. And he was scared to go back and find out, even though he knew he should.

Finally he stood up. He'd lived in the underworld for years before, surely there was still room for him here until he figured out what to do.

-

"Go to hell."

Will had regretted those words as soon as he'd said them. He regretted them even more when Nico looked him straight in the eye and said, "Ok." Before disappearing into the shadows.

Will stood there for a good five minutes, thinking Nico would come back any second. When he didn't, Will sighed and walked away, going about the rest of his day like normal.

But his heart felt heavier and heavier with every day that passed without any sign of Nico. Whatever anger he'd felt towards his boyfriend while they were fighting was gone, replaced with guilt and worry. Not a day went by that he didn't lay awake at night thinking of so many better ways he could be dealt with that fight.

By now it had been about a week since Nico disappeared and Will was so worried, he felt sick.

He was taking a walk through the the forest, trying to clear his thoughts, when he saw a familiar figure.

Nico had clearly just shadow travelled, leaning against a nearby tree with one arm to steady himself. Will found himself holding his breath as Nico looked up.

The two of them just stared at each other until Will took a hesitant step towards Nico. And then another and another until he pulled the other boy into a hug, holding him close. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will muttered.

"Me too." Nico whispered back.