Will and Nico were lying on the floor of the Apollo cabin. Most of Will's siblings had gone home for the winter holidays, and the others were busy doing whatever they did during the cold, snowy days. Nico and Will were less than a foot from Will's bed, but they didn't care. The floor was comfortable when you're wrapped in your boyfriend's arms.
"I crave death." Nico sighed from the floor. Will stared at him. "Is this because I ate your Pop-tarts?"
"It's because I have depression. And I don't even have Pop-tarts to console me."
"I got you more Pop-tarts."
"I already ate them, though."
"I can't really take responsibility for that, but I love and support you."
Nico felt arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground with difficulty. "Oh, gods. I am not as strong as I thought I was." Will groaned as he moved Nico to his bed. Will collapsed next to his boyfriend. "What a rush." Will got up and grabbed some things from his closet. Nico wasn't sure what until he felt blankets wrap around him. He opened his eyes and saw a box of Pop-tarts and Will's smiling face. "I got my emergency Pop-tarts! And I built a pillow fort."
"I love you so fucking much." Nico said from within his pillow fort.
"I love you so fucking much, too." Will said from beside him.
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanficA 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.)
