solangelo one shots

the chronicles of n&w p4

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Nico's POV

"You hungry?" Will asked. I was still a bit annoyed that he had told Annabeth, but I put that aside for now. Will looked too innocent to be mad at, head tipped in question.

I nodded, blinking against the sun. I hadn't had breakfast, so by now I was pretty hungry, despite the fact that I rarely ate much. Will rummaged around in a strawberry plant and pulled one out. Plucking out the leaves on top, he handed it to me.

"Picnic time," He announced. I rolled my eyes. He was so strange, not that I was one to talk.

"I am not going to sit in the middle of this field and stuff my face with strawberries. I'm busy trying to figure out the best way to kill Aphrodite." I ate the strawberry reluctantly, contradicting my statement.

"Well, her "experiment" did work. Besides, how are we going to get her over here?" Will looked up at the sky, as if he could possibly see Aphrodite in Olympus.

"Aphrodite, we need to talk to you!" I called out, hoping that I didn't look delusional in my hope that this might work.

"Like I haven't already been watching," She giggled, appearing out of thin air. I let out a breath of relief.

"Your plan worked, but do we really have to stay like this?" Will asked, attempting to sound respectful, but sounding like he wanted to swear at her. I wanted to elbow him. Although to be honest, I'd rather kiss him again. But last time I did that, I nearly passed out. I wasn't brave when it came to things like that.

She seemed to consider this. "Well, you're getting off easy, but if that's what you want, cuties." Cuties? I opened my mouth indignantly to protest, but changed my mind.

We shared a shocked look, surprised that it was this easy to convince her. She snapped her fingers, smirking in a self-satisfied way. The world went blurry once more, but this time, Will and I sat before we could fall over like drunks, and at the last second Will took my hand as we fell unconscious.

I opened my eyes and was relieved to see Will lying on the ground as himself. I gave him a nudge, and he rolled over onto his back, opening his eyes. He stopped short when he saw me, mouth hanging open. "What?" I demanded, and saw my arms.

My skin was the same olive it used to be, several shades darker than my usual pale. It triggered several flashbacks of when I was younger and used to stare into a mirror, wondering who my father was. I wandered over to the lake in a daze, Will at my heels, and gazed into my reflection in the water. Like Bianca, a smattering of freckles now visible across my nose, like Bianca. It made my heart hurt. Was this how I would've looked if I'd been happy, if I'd always lived in the light? My hair was ever so slightly less messy, and my eyes were now identifiable as dark brown to observers, instead of dark pits of hell, with less shadows underneath.

Will touched my shoulder. "Nico…" He murmured.

"This is how I would've looked if Hades hadn't been my father," I told him, fear making heart pound. I was less thin, but mostly the same height and build. Will wouldn't stop staring at me. "Sorry if I look weird. I don't know how…" I searched for the words, but never had to deliver, because he was kissing me again.