I sat down on the bench next to the man. He had slightly wild black hair, fiery purple eyes, and a rainbow leopard print shirt. He smiled at me and said he was Mr.D. "And what's your name?" "Will. Will Solace." He nodded. "I understand that Marvin died bringing you here." My eyes filled with tears, "He did? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh no. Oh God! I..." I burst into tears. "Calm down, son. He'll be reincarnated within a week. No need to be too upset. Of course, I understand why you would regret his death."
It took me a minute to calm myself down. When I heard that he would come back, I was able to stop crying and get a grip. "Yes, sir. I liked him very much. He believed I was a boy."
"You are a boy, Wilber." My name is not Wilber, but whatever I guess.
"Thanks. I appreciate that."
"Leo Fleper! Come show Wilber around Camp!" A blond haired guy ran up to us. He still had his quiver on his back, as if the had been trying to practice archery, but had been called away. He held out his hand for me to shake. "Hey there! My name is Lee Fletcher, son of Apollo. Who're you?"
"My name's Will Solace. My Mom is Naomi Solace, and I don't know who my dad is, but Mr. D says he's a god. So that's pretty cool." Lee chuckled. "That's a good start. I'll show you around Camp, and maybe you'll get claimed later. If you're lucky."I was lucky. A few weeks later, during capture the flag, my friend Malcom got hurt. He was good at making plans, but this time, the blue team had the upper hand. Malcom got stabbed, and he was dying. I didn't know what else to do, I crouched beside him and put my hand on the wound. Then I started singing. I'm not sure how I knew the words, they just came to me as I sang. I didn't even notice other campers gathering around us until Malcom was healed. Chiron walked up to Malcom and I, clearly upset, thinking perhaps that I was the one who had stabbed him. Chiron saw that I had healed him, and probably would have said something if a dome of light hadn't surrounded me. "Apollo!" Chiron shouted. Some people kneeled, most rolled their eyes. But I didn't really care.
I had a family now. I live with my brothers and sisters, I'm quickly moving up the ranks in the infirmary, and everyone accepts me here. They call me 'he' and 'him' and say that my things are 'his'. It's amazing. I'm very happy here.
People asked for a part 2, so here you go! I hope you like it!
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanfictionA good life is like a good collection of oneshots. There's fluff, angst, smut, and over explained gay puns. This has all of my old, unedited Solangelo fanfic. It's not always good, but it's always gay (like me.)