I am solangelo trash and I’m proud. I’ve published (including this) three fics already and I’ve gotten one unfinshed oneshot. I do not own these characters, they all belong to the amazing Rick Riordan. Enjoy! “:D
“Nico!” the sun of Apollo shouted as Nico ran away laughing hysterically, holding the flag in front of him, beaming brightly.
That’s right, the son of the death god was actually laughing.
Around eight months had passed after the war with Gaia. Everything had pretty much settled down normally, or as normal as a demigods life gets. A broken limb every so often, campfires and this particular today they were playing capture the flag.
Nico had grown out of his shell in these past months. It was a slow process, starting with a shy smile -accompanied by a sarcastic remark of course- that slowly evolved into the smiling, happy boy he had once been, minus the Mythomagic cards. He pretty much shed his barriers, letting the light finally seep in.
Nico was running away from a screaming Will, a maniac grin spread on his face, running as fast as his legs could take him. Running wasn’t exactly his strongest point, so before he knew it he had stumbled on a tree root, falling face first onto the ground. He groaned loudly, scratching his nose, which already felt swollen beneath his touch and probably red.
He heard Will’s footsteps behind him. The taller boy didn’t see Nico lying on the ground, because even though Nico’s personality had changed drastically, his clothing style wouldn’t budge, no matter how much Will nagged. And the son of Hades blended right into the ground, causing Will to trip over him and land on top of him. At first he didn’t know what struck him, but he felt a body groan beneath him, cursing in Italian.
“Solace get off of me.” The sassy remarks hadn’t left his tone either, and if he was honest with himself, Will actually liked them.
He quickly scrambled off, brushing his clothes awkwardly, blushing ever so slightly.
“Sorry sunshine.” He grinned sheepishly.
“It’s okay, I’m gonna whoop your ass anyway.” He smirked, scanning the perimeter for the flag.
“You looking for this?” Will mused, holding up the flag. Now it was his turn to smirk.
“Well, um, yeah, maybe can you kindly give it?” Nico asked him, scratching his neck slightly, expecting Will to run away with the flag, which he did of course.
“Come and get me, Death boy.” And with that statement he turned around and sprinted into the forest.
Nico sighed, but didn’t go running after him. Will wanted attention and he wasn’t about to give it to him, no way. He figured Will would come back, wondering why Nico didn’t follow.
He was right. Again.
Will came back in less than ten minutes, his lips molded into a pout. Nico just laughed as one of Will’s siblings ran past them and grabbed the flag from Will, sprinting away in the opposite direction.
Soon enough they both heard cheers erupt from the other side of the forest, signaling that Will’s side had one.
“Hm, who whooped whose ass now?”
“Shut up, Solace” Nico grumbled as they walked back to camp. In the distance they heard the conch horn.
When they arrived, everyone was smiling and laughing, cries of laughter escaping from every direction. Will was engulfed by his siblings, all patting him on the back, congratulating each other.
Nico was left behind, but not for long. Piper, Jason and Annabeth came up to him, discussing a better strategy for next time. You see Annabeth was, let’s see, very competitive. And that’s only a mild description.
