Solangelo Oneshots

Trans Sparring

Will's POV
Slash. Swipe. Jab. Honestly, I just don't the know sparring lingo. I just know that my boyfriend is absolutely rocking in the arena. I assume. I don't really know who's winning, because, like I said, I don't know anything about non-medical training. I mean, before I knew about my parentage (Apollo is one of the more family oriented gods, and he still took about a year to claim me), I would try to sword fight and stuff, but my talents really lie in healing.

I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I don't notice until it's too late. Nico's been stabbed in the shoulder and pushed to the ground. He's not moving. I run down to him frantically, pushing people out of the way. I don't even know the name of the person who he was fighting. But that doesn't matter now. I put my hand on his wrist and I don't feel a pulse. His pulse is usually hard to find, but this feels different. I scoop him up bridal style and run to the infirmary. I can't help him without the lifesaving stuff I keep there.

His pulse is strong again. Thank the gods. All it took was some unicorn draught and he's pretty much back to normal. I mean, he's still unconscious and I can sense some broken bones, but he's alive.

I hate invading his privacy, I really do. But in order to heal him, I have to touch the skin above the broken bone. I take off his shirt and see a binder, which I did not expect. So I begrudgingly take off his binder and put my hand on his chest to heal his ribs. Oh, gods, I feel awful. I had to do it to heal him, and I know he'd rather have me touch him than Kayla.

The second his ribs are healed, I put his shirt back on. Also a hoodie because you can't wear a binder with fragile ribs and hoodies are soft.

Nico's POV
I wake up in the infirmary. I'm wearing a hoodie that smells like Will, and— oh gods. I'm not wearing my binder. It's sitting on the table next to me. He knows. Oh, gods, no. I can't deal with this right now. My ribs hurt and my mouth is super dry. I just curl into a ball and go back to sleep.

I dream about what happened earlier today. I was fighting that Ares kid when I saw Will staring at me. He was so cute and it distracted me just long enough to get stabbed. Well, that explains my shoulder pain. Then they pushed me onto the ground and stepped on me. I imagine Chiron's gonna be upset with them.

"Hey, Nico." Will's southern accent wakes me up. It takes me a moment to open my eyes. When they're open, I see him sitting next to me, holding a glass of water to my mouth. I take the glass from him and drink the entire thing. Then I just look at him, waiting for what he's going to say.
"I love you." He says, taking the empty glass. "I'd hug you, but your ribs were broken earlier and I'd still rather not risk it." He pauses and I take the chance to speak. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather never talk about it, but I know that's not an option. If I can't avoid something, I'd rather just get it over with.
"Speaking of my ribs, and, um, chest," I look to my boyfriend, searching every inch of his face for a reaction. I find no reaction, so I continue. "I'm sorry I lied." I say. This gets a reaction out of him. "Nico, stop." He says. "You don't need to apologize. You weren't ready for me to know. I feel awful about how I found out. I mean, I had to, but I still feel bad."
"You aren't mad?" I ask.
"What?" Will looks confused. "No, of course not. I'm sad that you felt like you had to hide this from me, but I get it. I love you. Just know that you can trust me with anything." He smiles and takes my hand.
"I love you, too."