Solangelo Oneshots (Fluff/Angst)

Flashback (TW)💔

Trigger Warning!!!
Blood, Minor Gore, Panic attack, Self-harm (unintentional).

Nico couldn't remember. Nico couldn't remember where he was or what he'd been doing or how he got here. The Italian couldn't remember how long his lungs had been on fire, how long his throat had been closed up with fear. All he knew is that he wanted it to stop.

Everything was so loud and overwhelming, but he had no idea what the sounds were. He could see blobs of colour swim past his eyes, but he didn't know which colours they were. He couldn't discern the source of the colours, his eyes far too wet with tears and too unfocused to make out anything in front of him.

Nico could barely move from his position, knees up to his chin, hands covering his ears, nails ripping into his scalp. All he could manage was a muffled scream for help. He didn't know which name he screamed, or if he had screamed at all.

In what Nico assumed where seconds but felt more like days, he heard a loud voice yell something he didn't understand. It scared him.

Who was here? Did he know them? Were they hostile? What did they want? What would they do to him? All of these questions rushed through Nico's head at once, giving his brain whiplash, breathing speeding up and catching in his throat.

His body was on fire.

Nico let out a scream. Pure agony, was reflected in it. He could feel the heat of the Phlethegon ripping into his throat, boiling his stomach acid and evaporating his blood.

The colours in front of Nico's face began to shift, turning darker and more menacing. Red, Nico realized. Everything was red.

He went quiet. Red isn't safe, Nico thought. Red means I need to be quiet.

His body still burned, and his hands continued to shake, but he refused to make a noise.

He felt a tear run down his face, hitting his leg with a soft sound. He saw a monster turn in his direction.

He whimpered involuntarily.

He screamed. He could feel venomous claws digging into his ribcage, teeth sinking into his leg and ripping.

A loud noise. A voice. Everything went dark.

The pain didn't stop, but it did dull, turning into a sharp burn rather than an excruciating series of stabs. He could feel cold walls surrounding him.

He couldn't breathe.

He panicked, clawing at his throat, his small whimpers echoing around him as he tried to suck in the air that wasn't present.

He could feel his mind go fuzzy, hands abandoning his throat to fall against the hard bronze of the jar, creating a loud bang that made him jump, only to hear the muffled laughter of the twin giants.

Everything went white.

Nico wondered if he was dying.

The white morphed into colour. Nico blinked hard, hearing someone yell his name. What was going on?

Nico gasped, coughing, letting air flood his lungs before it was, expelled again.

Nico felt something touch his foot.

He screamed, scrambling back, or at least trying to, only finding his back pressed against a cold, hard wall.

Nico sobbed, feeling trapped. He didn't know what was going on. He waited for the attack.

There was none.

"Nico?" He heard a shaky voice. It sounded familiar. Nico blinked again, hard, trying to focus his eyes. "Who-" he tried to say, before choking on his own words.