Oneshots

Solangelo

Nico x Will
Big ass fuhking TW: Death, suicide, graphic imagery

"NO!" I scream.

"Nico." Will chokes, through a mouthful of blood.

"No. No. No. No. No. It's not- you can't!" I rock back and forth, holding the broken figure of Will Solace. The attack had come so suddenly, none of us had expected it. A horde of Hellhounds. I should have been able to control them, to command that they leave us be, but I didn't. This is my fault.

"Nico." he repeats, I feel his life aura fading, slipping from his clutches.

"No, Will, this isn't-"

"Nico." I stop, realizing this might be the last thing he ever tells me.

"I'm here Will. I'm here." I assure him, tears pouring down my face, quicker than the blood pouring out of my love, my only true love.

"Nico, I love you." he mutters, his voice barely audible.

"I love you too, Will."

"Nico, I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Don-" he coughs, "Don't mourn my death, keep moving forward, find someone new, someone better."

"No, Will, I can't! I CAN'T" I cry, feeling like it's me who's dying, rather than Will. I feel my life force ebbing away, trying to leave this world, right along side Will.

"Nico, p-promise me." he insists, "promise me you'll keep smiling, remember me, but don't stay stuck up on me, live your life."

"Will..." I clutch at him desperately, trying to hold onto his life aura, force it back into him, even though I know it's hopeless.

"Nico, I need you to promise." he whispers, I can feel him on the brink of death.

"I- I promise." I sob, leaning down for one last kiss, I taste the blood in his mouth, his lips are soft, warm as ever, but still cold, cold because he's dying, cold because this will be our last kiss.

"Ti amo." he whispers, as the last of his life, Will Solace's life, leaves him.

"Ti amo." I sob over his broken form, I feel a hand on my shoulder, the smell of salt water reaches my nose.

"Nico, he's gone." Percy tells me, I clutch onto him harder, even though I felt him die, even though it was me who heard his last words, I can't bring myself to accept it, to accept that my Will, my only Will, is gone.

"No!" I scream, forgetting my promise to Will, forgetting everything, except Will. Images race through my mind, the fist time I met him, in the war with Gaea. The three days in the infirmary, during which we had grown close. Our first ever kiss, under the stars, he had tried to peck me on the cheek, but I had turned my head, and he caught me full on the lips, before running away, throwing a fist in the air.

"Nico, it'll be ok." Percy tries to assure me, as Will so often did, but it won't be ok. Will Solace, the one in my life who mattered more than anyone else, is gone, and there's nothing I can do.

"Hey, Neeks," A softer voice, with a softer hand appears behind me, this one I listen to. "Come on, help us make the shroud, give him a proper burial." Annabeth's voice tells me. I stand up, holding Will's limp figure, I don't know how I manage it, I've never been able to pick him up, but I don't question the surge of strength I've suddenly been blessed with.

"Do you nee-" Percy tries to offer me help.

"No." I carry him back into the camp's boundaries, holding him bridal style, like he would do with me.

The shroud we made for him was gold, I had added a black trim, but everyone insisted that we should embroider it with a yin yang style sun, bright yellow on one side, fiery black on the other.

2 years later.

I hadn't kept my promise to Will, the one thing he needed of me, and I couldn't do it. Hades had banned me from seeing Will in Elysium, though he said he was waiting for me. Every night, I'd get piss drunk or high on something, it was the only way I could sleep, the only way I could stop myself from doing something terrible, after crying all day. For two weeks after he died, I didn't leave my cabin, I just sat there, barely eating, drinking or sleeping, just lying on my bed, surrounded by Will's things, his jacket, his shirt, even his bow was hung up on my wall. Now, I can't take it any more, this is no way to live.

I grab a piece of paper, scribble a goodbye to my friends, go into my bathroom, and grab a razor blade. I stay in the bathtub, so I don't make a mess. After two years of mourning Will, I'm finally going to see him again, and that's all I've ever wanted. I dig the blade deep into my wrist, dragging it along my forearm, blood gushes out, just like it did with Will. I slit the other wrist, just to be sure, feeling no pain. As I feel my own life force leaving me, I realize it's not all there, part of it had left when the love of my life had left me. I'm not a person anymore, just a memory, a reflection of who I once was.

As the last of my life leaves me, I close my eyes, and welcome the nothingness.

I wake up suddenly, the first thing I notice is the dark, then the rocking, then the hooded figure next to me.

"Hello?" I call. The figure turns around, I recognize him to be Charon. "Oh, I'm dead?" I ask hopefully.

"Yes." he answers, "your father gave me special instructions for you, I am to take you to Elysium immediately." My nonexistent heartbeat speeds up. Elysium, Will.

We pass through the Underworld, the judges of the dead, today, it's John F. Kennedy and Kobe Bryant, they clear us for passage right away. As we enter Elysium, I see a familiar figure a couple hundred yards away, ghostly, but no one can miss that mop of blonde hair. I sprint, or rather, glide, towards him, he looks over to me, and his ghostly face lights up, first with confusion, then with excitement, then with fear and understanding. I dive into him, our bodies finally able to collide again, and I meet him with a huge kiss.

"Nico?" He asks, confused, but happy. "Oh no, what happened? Nico, you didn't..." his tone becomes worried and sad. I look up at him and nod. "Oh Nico, you didn't have to, you shouldn't have."

"Will, I belong here with you. That's all that matters." I assure him.

"Ok, alright." he accepts.

"I love you, Will"

"I love you too, Nico."

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Look at that, sad, angsty, then happy? You're welcome.

"Significant annoyance in your case"

-Nicola