Solangelo Oneshots

Will On Ice

"Will! Guess what? I got us tickets to that ice skating show everyone's been talking about!"
Will's stomach lurched. He tried to hide his fear behind a plastered on smile and a, "Oh, Nico, that's great!"

But it was not great. It was, in fact, a very bad thing. You see, Will Solace had a secret. A terrible, shameful secret. No one knew, not even Nico. Will felt bad about not telling his boyfriend, after all, Nico trusted him with his flag making, but Will just couldn't bring himself to tell him.

Will was an ice skater. He did a show a week, and Nico never knew. "Wow, Will. You sure love the infirmary!" Nico would say. Will did love the infirmary. That wasn't a lie. He just wasn't always there when he said he was.

Annabeth had caught on. New York's favorite ice skater looked eerily familiar.
"William Fredbert Solace!"
"That's not my middle name. It's Bartholomew Smith. The Smith is pronounced Smithe. With a capital I."
"What?" Annabeth dropped her hands to her sides. "That's worse than Fredbert!"
"Yeah," Will admitted, "It's not ideal."
"Anyway, you're an ice skater?"
Will laughed nervously. It was honestly more of a cackle. "What? Um, no. I hate ice. And knife shoes. You've been hanging out with Percy too much," he says, grabbing his bag and inching toward the door, "Anyway, thanks for coming in. It's always nice to see a friend."
"William Bartholomew Smith Solace."
"It's pronounced 'Smithe,'"
"I don't care how you pronounce your name, I care that you're an ice dancer. And you're really good at it."
"Aw. Thanks."
"So you admit it's you,"
"No."

"Hey, Nico. I'm so sorry. I can't make the ice skating thing. I'm busy that day."
"Oh, man. That sucks." Nico frowned.
"Yeah. I'm really sorry, I feel awful. Maybe you could give someone else those tickets?"
Nico nods at his boyfriend. "Maybe."

Will truly did feel awful. He wanted to tell Nico, he really did. But how do you tell your boyfriend that you were secretly a very talented figure skater? There isn't exactly a WikiHow article about it.

Will thought about what he would say as he laced up his skates. He would just be honest. Nico most likely wouldn't be that upset.
Will gracefully glided across the ice, twirling and flying in a perfect ice dance. He never got tired of this.

"What the Hades?" Will jumped at the sound of his boyfriend's voice.
"Oh, hi, Neeks. I'm- wait, why are you here?"
"You didn't tell me you were an ice skater. I'm so happy for you! You're so good at skating."
If Will had been in a movie, there would have been a record scratch sound.
"Wait... you're not upset that I kept it from you?"
"Well," Nico admitted, "I was a little at first. But now I'm just really proud of my boyfriend." Nico walked over to Will and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's chest. "But the bad news is that I panicked and told Reyna. Now she's not going to let you hear the end of it."

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me?" Nico asked.
"I- it's hard being a medic. I'm seen as not being as tough as fighters. You can raise the dead, Percy can control water, Piper has mind control. And ice skating doesn't really help my badass image."
"Well, for the record, you are really badass. I get your concern, but I don't think anyone else thinks of you as weak or anything. We've all seen you during combat and times of war. We know you're super tough."
Will smiled. "Thanks. I love you so much."