˗ˏ ➶ "WHEN THEY KNOW." . ✧ ˚
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺
NICO
𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺SLEEPING HAD NEVER
been Nico di Angelo's strength. He tended to only get around three hours a night, due to the overwhelmingly exhausting nightmares that plagued his dreams. They were like small virus sells, sticking to his head as if it were their lifeline. That meant that he hardly ever got dreamless nights, or a joyous dream when he was sleeping alone in his cabin. The only time that happened frequently was when Will Solace, his boyfriend of three months, was snoring softly beside him.Yet, right this second, he was asleep. No dreams, no nightmares. Just asleep. And it was strange to say the least. The last thing he remembered- well... he was training, tiredly may I add. Nico had been terribly drained, yet he was persistent in slashing up these dummies.
He definitely didn't remember settling down for a nap, and even if he did... there had certainly been no Will. So, how was he asleep? Why was he asleep? When had he even fallen asleep?
Wait a minute, was that a ... voice? Speaking to him? Nico tried to open his mouth to respond, to awaken and answer the person's blabbering. But he ... couldn't. He just couldn't.
Why couldn't he wake up?
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺
WILL
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺NICO DI ANGELO.
Gods, Will would kill that boy when he woke up. The idiot, going and overworking his body when it was clearly in need of rest. It was a stupid decision, yet one that he was sure only his boyfriend would make. Nico was stubborn and generally refused to be taken care of, which landed him in these situations."You stupid, stupid, stupid boy!" Will muttered angrily as he checked Nico's vitals, watching as his boyfriend's chest rose up and down slowly- breathing completely even. His face was peaceful and sweet, like he was experiencing cloud nine. It was quite a different expression than his usual scowl. It was something Will could appreciate, that even in this... state- Nico could still find peace.
Running a shaky hand through his blonde locks, Will collapsed onto the chair at his boyfriend's bedside. It wasn't the most comfortable seat, but he could easily make do. He didn't quite care for his own comfort right now, and was more focused on making sure his boyfriend wasn't going to die.
Well, he knew Nico wasn't going to die- but he couldn't help but worry. His boyfriend, the idiot, had gone and gotten himself into a coma and had been out for around two days. Of course, everyone had come (by everyone, I mean the seven, Coach Hedge and Reyna.) to see the boy as soon as word had spread. The looks on their faces, especially Hazel's... it made Will shudder.
The worst thing was, they all thought him and Nico were just friends. So he couldn't comfort them without letting it slip that they were more, nor could any of them comfort him because they wouldn't understand. It was quite the mess.
But, as he sat and watched Nico sleep, he pushed all of that to the back of his mind. All that mattered right now was Nico. And Nico only. Everything else could wait, their somewhat secret relationship, what everyone thought- all of it could wait. He just had to make sure Nico was going to be okay.
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺
WILL
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗜
≻〉 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〈≺"Hey Neeks," his voice almost cracked at the end, but he remained his calm demeanour. Which was extremely hard, may I add. "I hope... I wish... I need you to wake up soon. Hazel needs you to wake up soon. Reyna, Jason, Percy, Annabeth, all of your friends. We need you to wake up, okay?" He sucked in a shaky breath, fiddling with his fingers.
"You look so beautiful right now," he laughed slightly, glancing at the doorway: just to check no one who shouldn't hear this was listening. "Just laying there, asleep. You seem really peaceful, I guess I should be grateful for that..." Will's voice trailed off at the end, a small lump forming in his throat. "If you were awake right now... gods, I can imagining you telling me that 'need' is too strong of a word for this." Another small, broken laugh escaped his lips- yet it soon died down.
"Need may be a strong word, di Angelo, yet it fits how I'm feeling perfectly." Will murmured, biting his inner lip to hopefully prevent himself from crying. He continued to talk to the sleeping boy, whispering compliments and sweet nothings. His blabbering was soon cut short, however, when his little half-sister Kayla marched in.
She seemed to be angry, yet as soon as her gaze reached him- and had assessed his position- it softened into one of pity and understanding. "Will? It's dinner time." She spoke, walking closer and tentatively placing a comforting hand on her older half-brother's back. "You can't miss another meal, Nico wouldn't want that. You know full well he'd scold you for picking up on his bad eating habits."
Kayla sent an assuring but sad smile his way, rubbing his back soothingly. A small laugh slipped out of his throat at her last sentence and he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he would." Will mused, sending her a thin smile back. He appreciated the little comfort she was providing, it was sweet. Unlike the seven and a few others, all of CHB knew about his and Nico's relationship and they honestly loved it. The aphrodite kids had started calling them 'solangelo.' which never failed to make Nico flip them off, with both fingers. But the son of Apollo knew that secretly, deep down, his boyfriend absolutely loved it.
Nico couldn't hide anything from him anymore.
Will let Kayla lead him away from the Son of Hades' infirmary bed, knowing that he'd be back in around an hour. He was content with that, as long as he was doing what Nico would tell him to do.
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this is my first solangelo fanfic, but I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
Feel free to leave constructive criticism, but in no way be mean about it, please.WORD COUNT 1034.
PUBLISHED ON 5/6/2K20
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Fanfic💭❕ DISCONTINUED. ❝ I know I've said this before but ... I /need/ you to wake up. ❞ ❝ Turn around you dork. ❞ ❛ Show not tell. A writing device to some, an acting tip to others. Or maybe, a very literal wa...