One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

Dream Self

(A/N) So.... thanks for SEVENTEEN FRIKIN THOUSAND READS!!! My love goes out to all of you. (Except for you, Angelica.) Love you guys! (Fuck you, Angelica.)

Also, I'm pretty sure I've gotten addicted to roasting Apollo so.... SORRY TO ALL Y'ALL PEOPLE WHO THINKS HE DOESNT DESERVE A GOOD 'OL BURN.

My vision got blurry. I couldn't hear well, as if cotton had been shoved in my ears. There was a falling sensation and I saw his face.

Will's face. The most precious face ever.

And the world went black.

A few minutes later, I gained my vision. But I wasn't where I was suppose to be. I was suppose to be in a... specially decorated dining pavilion at Camp Half-Blood. Instead, I was in the infirmary bed. It was before they redecorated, too.

The sheets were orange, which they recently switched to white. The walls were blue, which they recently changed to... white.

I expected a well-dressed Will to walk in, but instead, regular Will walked in. He looked maybe five years younger as well.

That's when it hit me: I was having a dream.

I remembered this moment perfectly. It was one of the luckiest coincidences I've ever been apart of.

It was the day I met Will Solace.

"Hi!" He chirped, his voice high pitched and squeaky. He was nervous; I hadn't noticed that before. His eyes sparkled like an ocean.

What I wanted to do was run up and kiss him, but the dream forced me to groan. Apparently I wasn't allowed to control this dream.

"Uh... my name is Will Solace. I guess I'll be healing those wounds for you?" I wanted to squeak from all the dorkiness in the air. It was adorable, might I add.

But all I could do was groan and cover my hellhound wound. This was during the Battle of Olympus and I needed to hurry back to the outside. I needed to fight.

Will got to work. It was a complete blur the first time, but this time I wasn't worried. I knew the outcome of the Battle, so I had time to focus on things. Like how delicate his hands were, perfect for surgery and hospital things. But they were also maneuverable. Perfect for... other things... which I shall not speak of...

Gods, I really wished I'd payed attention to his details the first time. I mean, just the way his shirt clung to his chest would have made me a little... excited.

Before I knew it started, it was over. My dream self wanted to hop up as soon as possible, but I really wanted to stay.

"Not so soon, Hot Topic." Aww, he thinks I'm hot. He pressed hands against my chest, pushing me back down onto the bed. That's when I first got a good look at him.

I felt heat rush into my dream self's face and... a bit to the lower regions as well.

It's impossible not to admit, Will inherited from fine traits. He was sexy. There was no denying it. (Though, he probably got it from his mother. [Suck a dick, Apollo.])

His eyes were like crystals, his hair fell in beautiful golden locks around the center of his neck. It was scraggly, but not very long.

He was all around perfect. The most amazing creature on this world.

The room began to spin and was slowly consumed by dark linings. I closed my eyes -- not my dream self.

Consciousness came back, and it was freezing.

Probably because, from what I can tell, my face just got drenched with ice water.

"You're ruining his hair!" Jason cried. Of course, he had to be a fashion critique even in times of... stress? I have no clue what time this would be considered.

Anyhow, Will was hovering over me. A look of relief flowed through his eyes. "Guys! He's awake!"

"Thank the gods!" Percy cried as he wrapped an arm around his husband. Jason inched away from Percy, seeing as Percy's hands were covered in chicken grease. Gods, he eats a lot.

"Well," Annabeth said, "statistically speaking-"

"Statistacally speaking, nobody understands your brainiac shit!" Piper stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend.

"Well, what kind of wedding would this be without the groom?" I smiled at Will as I spoke. "Nerves got to me, I guess."

"Nerves, my ass," Percy said. "Let's just get this over with. I hate formal weddings."

I looked around at everyone. Nobody was formal. In fact, everyone was in a onesie.

But sure. Let's just call it formal.