Solangelo Oneshots

Mortal! Will Part Two

Ever since that encounter, Will had studied Greek mythology. He had to see what god Nico was. Maybe Nike? Nike was a similar name to Nico. Maybe Hades? Nico was pretty dark and creepy. In a good way, though. Will liked it. He thought it was cute. Maybe Erebus? Hecate? Achlys? Eros? Dionysus? Will wasn't sure. But he was sure that there was a whole other world that he didn't know about. And he wanted to know more.

Will had really taken a liking to ancient Greek healing. He couldn't do any of the practices he read about, but it was still cool to learn. Asclepius had big dick energy.

Will really wanted to see Nico again, to ask him things and to just chat. Nico seemed like the kind of person who would be fun to hang out with, once you got to know him. And Will would be lying if he said that he hadn't thought about how attractive Nico was.

A few weeks later, Will got his wish, just not in the way he would have chosen.
Good news: he got to see Nico again.
Bad news: Nico was lying on the ground outside of Will's apartment, covered in scratches and cuts.

The bad far out-weighed the good.

Will picked up Nico, who was surprisingly heavy for such a small person, and took him inside. He plopped him on his bed and ran to the kitchen. In the kitchen he kept medical equipment. Will grabbed some before pausing. What if normal medicine doesn't work on gods, he thought. That was a risk he'd have to take.

When he got back to his room, Nico was awake, just barely.
"Nico! Can you use mortal medicine?"
"There's nectar in my pocket," Nico groaned. Will pulled it out and poured some into Nico's mouth. Nico's cuts began to heal. "I knew you were a god!" Will exclaimed.
"I'm not a god."
"I just gave you nectar and it worked. You're a god. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
Nico sighed. "I'm a demigod, not a god."
"Oh. Still cool."

Nico started to get up, but Will pushed him back into the bed. "No!"
"What the Hades? Let me go."
"No. You have to stay here until you're better. Stay here, I'm going to get some alcohol wipes to clean your remaining cuts."

Nico looked around Will's room. It was nice. There were a lot of plants and posters for musicals. He also had a window. Nico could easily climb out that window and flee into the night, but he chose not to. Will seemed nice. He wasn't the worst person to spend an afternoon with.

"Alrighty! I've got some neosporen, some alcohol wipes, and some bandages. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
"No. How are you feeling?"
"I said I'm fine."
"How are you really feeling?"

Nico sighed. "Alright, fine. You win. My arms hurt and my head hurts. But it's not that bad, I've been through far worse."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Nico considered this for a moment. "Sure."
"Great! I'll patch up your cuts while you talk about your feelings."

"Bianca sounds like she was amazing. And Percy sounds really hot, not gonna lie." Will said when Nico was finished. Will was done bandaging the cuts, and now they were just chatting.
"You're right about both of those things. Bianca was amazing. I thought Percy was hot for a long time. But then I decided to stop wasting time on a straight guy. He's not my type anyway."

"I should probably get going." Nico said about an hour later.
"Are you sure?" Will asked.
"Yeah. But we should do this again. You know, minus the blood and gore and stuff."
"I agree. Maybe we could meet up next Sunday? You could meet me here and I could show you my favorite book shop."
"That sounds great. And, Will?"
"Yeah?"

Nico pressed his lips ever so slightly against Will's cheek. "See you Sunday." He stepped into the shadows, and then he was gone, leaving Will to stand alone in his room, hand on cheek, daydreaming about what had just happened.