Fuck. FUCK.

"Will? Will, where are you?" Nico's vision of Will had been obscured by a fallen tree, but the king was no longer hacking at the ground. In fact, he was rapidly making his way towards Nico. The way he saw it, he had two options; he could stop the army and go check on Will or he could continue raising the army and hope for the best for Will. He would probably be able to raise it just before the king got to him, but, Will. He couldn't just abandon Will like that, there was no way. But what help would he be without the army if Will was injured? Against his better judgement, Nico decided to continue raising the army. It'd only take a few more seconds now, during all of which he resisted the urge to abandon the army and check on Will. Gods, how could he do something so reckless? Why did he even give Will his sword in the first place?

The second the skeletons became sentient Nico sprinted. He couldn't even feel his legs, barely able to move, but it didn't matter. Will needed him, so he had to be there.

Oh my fucking gods. Will's arm was gushing blood. For a son of Hades, blood probably made him more uneasy than what was considered normal, but he wasn't scared of it or anything. Nonetheless, he grabbed Will's limp body, and, luckily, there was some life inside of him yet. Will was in dire need of assistance, and Nico was no medical professional. He had to get Will help, immediately. He could walk back to camp, but it would be too slow, Will very well could be dead by then. He'd have to shadow travel.

"Go. Drag the king back to Tartarus." He gave the skeletal army his final command before shadow travelling away with Will's body.

It proved to be a harder task than he'd expected. Onn his first try he'd moved them barely a foot, and he could feel his own consciousness flickering. He mustered up all of his courage, determination, and willpower. He had to do this. For Will.

He left the shadow realm with blurred vision, but he saw what he hoped was people around him. The exhaustion from the shadow travel caught up to him, and he slumped to the floor.

- (AN: I usually don't like time skips, however, since both Will and Nico are unconscious and recovering, I have no other choice) -

"…start moving these cots back to the infirmary."

Nico sat up, wincing at his aching muscles.

"Will?" he asked groggily.

"Wh- Death boy! You're awake! I thought you were going to die on me! That's not what I meant by the nickname, I swear."

"Hey! You did the same thing! Did you seriously charge at the king? Did you have a death wish or something?"

"Yeah, you would know about that." Unable to hold up the facade of anger anymore, Will grabbed Nico in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Not quite ready to reciprocate, he leaned into the hug, not quite accepting it, but not denying it either. Suddenly something Nico was definitely not ready for was happening. Oh my gods, Will was kissing him. Will fucking Solace sunshine of Apollo Cabin was kissing him. Holy shit. He was kissing Will Solace. He was ashamed to say that at that moment he froze up a bit. To be fair, it came out of nowhere. It was only for a second though, and he was kissing Will back with the same amount of gentle passion. He wished he could stay in this moment forever. I mean, it was bound to end soon, Will would come to his senses, and realize what a fucked up idiot he was. You know what? No. Shut up. I'm finally happy. Let me have this. Let me go one fucking minute without all the self doubt. Will likes me, and I like him. That's all that matters. And at that moment, it was. The only people that mattered were the two of them, the rest of the world slipping away.

AN: It finally happened! I'll probably do one more chapter after this one in Will's pov and I'll end the story there. Since this story is finishing up, I will be taking requests for solangelo in my dms, however, i don't write smut so please refrain from requesting it. And, as usual, please r&r!