Solangelo Oneshots

You Have Me

Nico's POV

I stumbled blindly through the woods, blinking back tears. Through my bleary eyes, the trees and plants around me looked like watery blurs. I didn't slow down.

So what if I run into a tree? "Go ahead, stupid tree. Crack my skull open." I muttered. "The dead like me better than the living, anyway." Unfortunately, the tree did not oblige.

I reached Zeus's fist a few minutes later, still crying. I sunk to my knees behind the large rock, shoulders heaving with every bitter sob.

Salty tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn't bother wiping them away. They would just be replaced in a matter of seconds.

I didn't cry often, but now it was like my face had sprung a leak. All of the pain, fear, anger, resentment, and sorrow of the past few months was catching up with me.

The worst part was that I knew nobody from camp would come looking for me. It was doubtful anyone would even notice I was gone. They were too busy at the campfire, singing songs with their friends.

Friends. Ha. Funny word. I wondered what it was like to have those. Everybody at camp probably thought I was a freak. A son of Hades, the death god. I wasn't even supposed to be born, but there I was. Making the world just a little more dark and miserable.

My sister was dead, my half sister Hazel was always with her boyfriend. Percy probably thought I was repulsive, and Will was way out of my league, and most likely only talked to me out of pity.

I had lost myself in thought, so I didn't hear footsteps nearing the boulder. Without warning, a worried voice called out from behind me. "Nico?" Oh gods. Speaking of Will. I'd recognize his voice anywhere.

He'd probably come to tell me off for running away during the campfire sing-along. I didn't say anything, hoping he'd give up looking for me and walk away. No such luck.

He rounded the corner of Zeus's fist and, brow furrowed sympathetically, crouched down beside me. "Nico, what's wrong? You ran away from the campfire and—" he stopped short, maybe finally noticing how distraught I was.

"Neeks, why are you crying?" He asked, wiping a tear from my cheek. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. "I'm fine," I mumbled, sniffling and turning away from him. He just shuffled around, turning to face me.

"You are NOT fine. You ran away from the campfire in tears. That definitely implies that you are not okay." So someone had noticed. He was right, and I really did enjoy his company, but he would only ever think of me as a friend. What was the point? I shrugged away from him, but he placed a comforting hand on my back, gazing at me with concerned eyes.

The physical contact sent pleasant tingles down my spine. I looked at my feet and blushed. I seriously needed to chill. There was no way in Tartarus that Will had feelings for me...except... No, pull it together, Nico. I took a shaky breath.

"Honestly, nothing's wrong." I said. "I just..."

That's all I got out before I broke down sobbing. Will wrapped his arms around me in a full embrace, heedless of my tears as they soaked his shirt. He spoke again, sounding almost desperate. "Nico, please. Tell me why you're crying. I'm worried about you." I managed to calm my breathing and spoke weakly, my voice hoarse.

"I'm alone. I don't have any real friends. Everyone thinks I'm creepy and I feel so alone and unwanted and everyone singing together at the fire, smiling and laughing, it just made me feel—" I broke down again, sobbing into Will's chest.

Will stroked my face, wiping tears from my cheeks. "Nico, don't talk like that! It's easy to judge someone when you don't know everything about them. Their past, their problems, their relationships." I looked up into Will's eyes. Was he blushing? He looked away shyly, and his voice softened."It takes an incredible person to do the things you've done, Nico, and if the other campers don't see that, it's their problem, not yours.".

He still didn't care that his orange CHB hoodie was soaked with tears. That was one thing I loved about him. He always put others first.

Sometimes I liked to hide in the shadows in the infirmary and watch him work, caring for patients and whatnot. (Yes, I know, creepy. Don't you watch your crush from the shadows, too? No? Just me? Okay.) He always put a patient's comfort before his.

Snapping back to reality, I pulled away, my face red. I was only wasting Will's time. I turned away so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks. "I'm... I'm just gonna leave." I stuttered, rising to my feet and starting off into the woods, away from Camp Half-Blood.

I expected Will to walk back to camp and forget about me, but I felt him grip my arm. I turned. Will stood there, fixing me with a concerned gaze.

He took a shaky breath. Surprisingly, his eyes glistened, like he was on the verge of tears. "Nico, come back to camp with me, please." I lowered my head. "I don't belong there, Will. I have nobody." He moved closer to me, taking my hands in his. We were less than an inch apart.

I could smell his hair, his fruity shampoo. I noticed little details on his face, his freckles, the way the moonlight danced in his bright eyes.

Will met my eyes. "You have me." He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. I tilted my head up towards him.

Then Will closed the gap, and we kissed. The entire world melted away, and I didn't even have time to be surprised. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and hoped he'd never make me let go.

Hey! I know this kinda sucked, but I promise more Solangelo is on its way. Right now the updates are coming pretty slowly, because I'm kinda working on five different things at the moment, but it'll all be published soon.

~ Ella