#Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace

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“Oh, fuck.”

The clatter of her practice sword on the ground is almost louder than the crunch that rings out from his wrist. He inhales sharply, biting back a shout — no matter how many times it’s happened, he will never get used to breaking a bone. That shit hurts.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck, Seaweed Brain, is it broken?”

“Think so,” Percy grits out. He tries for a smile, and Annabeth matches it, small and worried. He leans into the hand she cups over his cheek. “Not too bad, though. If I just dump my water bottle on it —”

“Absolutely not. Water healing leaves you achey when it rains, you know that.” Shifting to wrap her arm around his waist, she helps him stand, shouldering some of his weight like it’s his ankle that’s broken. He lets her, reaching down to squeeze the hand resting on his hip — I’m fine. We’re good. She turns her hand to wrap clasp their hands together — Okay. If you’re sure.

They walk together to the infirmary, taking their time. Aside from the pain pulsing from his arm, it’s not too bad — camp is as balmy as usual, and the spring break energy is practically visible, it’s so potent. The Demeter cabin has plants growing everywhere, flowers and fruit trees blooming as bright as a box of new crayons, and the air is filled with shouts of laughter and teasing. Annabeth’s steps fall in time with his, and she’s a comfortable warmth at his side, pressed from shoulder to hip.

“You still okay?”

“Yep.” He catches her eye, smiling crookedly at her. “Doesn’t even make my top fifty.”

She rolls her eyes, hipchecking him. “Don’t I know it, ya klutz.”

“Not sure I would call being flung from the St. Louis Arch being a klutz. Or exploded in a volcano. Or crushed under the sky. Or slashed by giants. Or chased by —”

“You’re talking, but all I’m hearing is Annabeth, please, please pinch me, as hard as you can —”

“Hey! Get those claws off me, gods you’re worse than an empousai —”

“— and when you’re done pinching me please put me in the tightest headlock you can manage —”

“I am injured! You are beating up an injured person right now!”

“— and then please just bite a chunk out of my shoulder —”

“Cut it out or I’m telling Mom!”

“Wimp,” she taunts, finally releasing him. “I don’t go running to Sally every time I lose a fight.”

“Wha — you do so!”

She ducks through the infirmary door, smirking like she can’t hear him.

“You literally — you snitched on me last week! I got grounded for two days!”

“And you deserved it,” she says primly.

He gapes. “I did not!”

“Anytime you two are done,” Kayla drawls, shoving a clipboard at them. They accept it with matching sheepish grins, cowed at her perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly tapping foot. “I got patients to deal with and older brothers to harass. Let’s get this moving.”

She is shockingly good at humbling people for a thirteen year old. The two of them turn to their clipboard, chagrined, letting her stomp away with an exasperated He’ll be with you soon! Don’t set off the sprinklers again!

“That was one time,” Percy mumbles, ears reddening.

Annabeth pats him on the back. “There, there,” she says mockingly. “The fact that it was one time definitely negates the fact that you flooded the entire Big House because you got jumpscared by a child.”

“Harley can be sneaky, okay. Let me live.”

“Literally no.”

Annabeth does most of the paperwork for him, ‘cause she’s a nerd because his wrist is far too swollen for him to write properly, so it takes maybe half the time it normally would. The infirmary is crowded as Hell, though (he knows, he’s been), so they settle in for the wait, amusing themselves by tearing little pieces off of a blank form, balling them up, and tossing them in increasingly harder places. Percy is winning 7-4, although Annabeth might just pull through if she manages to toss her paper ball into Travis’ wide-open snoring mouth.

“Hey, guys. Sorry for the wait.”

Aw. She missed. Percy was looking forward to that.

“Hey, Will.”

He drags his attention away from the son of Hermes to greet his friend, but frowns before he can open his mouth.

“Woah, dude, you good? You look exhausted.”

Will snorts. “Welcome to spring break, man.” He holds his hand out for the clipboard, scanning it briefly. “Sparring injury? Oh, thank the gods. I could use a break. Here, face me.”

He climbs up onto the minimal left over space on the cot, tucking his legs under his thighs. Percy turns to mirror him, hesitantly sticking out his arm — A break? he mouths to Annabeth, meeting her eyes over Will’s head.

She shrugs.

“Just spent four hours putting Jake’s nose back on his face,” Will mumbles, placing a careful hand on his fingertips and his forearm. Percy flinches — his skin is blisteringly hot. Like someone just dropped a hot stone onto him. “I never want to sing a skin cell hymn again in my life.” He prods at Percy’s wrist for a moment, gentle enough not to hurt. “Okay, hold still, I’m gonna fix ya right up.”

Healing hymns are familiar, by now, but Percy will never get tired of them.

The cool thing about ambrosia and nectar is that as pleasure food for the gods, it’s pleasant. It’s whatever taste you want, whatever you need to have most, you get it. But healing hymns are intentional the way nectar and ambrosia aren’t. Ambrosia and nectar happen to be healing for demigods — healing hymns were constructed to knit you back together, like you mother smoothing a bandaid over a skinned knee. They’re warm and sweet and deeply, endlessly comforting in a way most things simply cannot claim to be. They don’t feel like a medical procedure or a hasty patch job, they feel like someone gripping you tightly and promising you’ll be okay. They feel like getting carried to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. They feel like sitting down after hours of standing, like a drink of water when your throat is drier than sand. Healing hymns draw the pain and sick and ache from your body, and they feel like relief.

But this time, Percy can’t focus on it.

With every word, Will seems to get a little duller. Nothing like the horrible ash-grey he went in the war, dragging the poison from Annabeth’s body, but like his usual sunny disposition was dialed down a few notches. Enough that Annabeth frowns in concern, drumming her hands on her thighs, watching him closely.

“There,” Will says, pulling away. Percy turns his now-healed wrist, noticing the slight pant to Will’s breath, the strain to his smile. The shake of his blistered fingertips.

“You look overworked,” Annabeth says quietly.

Will holds his hands up in a what can you do gesture. “Spring break.”

“You said.”

“It’s just busy, is all.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Guys,” he interrupts, smiling tiredly, “there are two hundred ADHD demigods at this camp right now who have been trapped in a classroom for six months. There are three of us. I’m going to be a little drained; we’re all a little drained. But I’m fine, okay?” He gives them a second to scrutinize his expression, eyebrows raised in amusement. “I have been running my infirmary for years. I know how to pace myself, and I certainly know how to make sure my siblings are pacing themselves. If something goes really wrong, Chiron is a whistle away. I can go longer than you guys without sleep, anyway. Apollo kid health.”

“If you say so,” Percy says reluctantly. “I just — I can wear a wrist brace, man. Not every injury needs to be handled when it happens. You can tell people no.”

“I appreciate that, Percy, and I’ll keep it in mind. Anyways, I’ve got more patients. Stay off that wrist for the rest of the day, okay? It might be tender for a bit.”

Percy turns to Annabeth as Will leaves, frowning. He’s has never noticed the so-called spring break stress before (his camp spring breaks are usually a blast, but now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t think of a single spring break where he spent any time at all with Will, which is odd), but it can’t be good for him. There’s gotta be something they can do to ease some of the bruising under their friend’s eyes.

“I could set off the fire alarms again,” Percy suggests. “That’ll certainly get this place cleared out.”

Annabeth snorts. “I think that’ll cause more harm than good, Seaweed Brain. It’ll just fall in him to clean it all up, after.”

“Shoot.”

Percy counts nine of the forty cots currently unused. Will, Kayla, and Austin are rushing from cot to cot, handing out nectar, wrapping bandages, rattling off hymns at light speed. All three of them look exhausted, squeezing shoulders when they pass each other, knocking hips, exchanging tired smiles. This is so clearly something they’re used to.

Annabeth’s head rests on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t always like this,” she whispers. “When it was fully staffed…”

Percy exhales heavily. Yeah. He remembers. There was a lot less complication, once upon a time. The most chaotic the infirmary would get was when Lee would challenge his siblings to Hymn Karaoke — trying to heal with pop songs. There was a lot more laughter, at one point. A lot more people.

Percy sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. It never does well to dwell, but he — gods, he wish they all had more time. To sit with it, to acknowledge…everything. Siblings. Friends. A camp that’s smaller than it’s supposed to be.

Annabeth squeezes his hand again, and he squeezes back, resting his head on top of hers.

“Hey,” she murmurs after a moment, pursing her lips at the front door. “Look.”

Slinking through the entrance like a criminal is Nico, in all his dork ass black camp shirt glory. He looks around shiftily, like he’s trying to make sure no one sees him, and when his gaze lands on Percy and Annabeth his eyes widen. Annabeth smiles at him, but it does nothing to ease the spooked look to his face, back arched like a startled cat. He turns to leave, but before he can slip back out the door —

“Nico!”

The son of Hades whips back around so quickly he brains himself on the doorframe. Percy ducks his head and bites his lip, hard, because he can feel Nico’s glare at the side of his head like the press of hot coal, and if he laughs as badly as he wants to then the infirmary is about to look like a Spirit Halloween.

Will turns back to his patient, squeezing his eyes shut and rattling a hymn off so quickly it makes a burst of light pop from his whole body, and rushes over to where Nico’s standing. He only trips over two things, which is remarkable for him. Percy would be proud if he wasn’t a little embarrassed on his behalf.

“Nico! Hi!”

“He-ey, Will,” Nico says, voice cracking badly on every vowel. Annabeth shoves her face into Percy’s shoulder, body shaking.

“I didn’t know you were coming! I thought you were in the arena all day.”

Nico shrugs, shoes scuffing the floor. “I am. I just — uh, I got hurt? So. Came to see you.”

Will’s beam is so bright it hurts to look at, a little. Percy squints and realises that’s not just the excitement, actually — he really is glowing, faintly. His hands flap slightly at his sides.

“Well, you’re in the right place, then.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them say anything for a minute, rocking back on their heels. Will watches Nico closely, biting his lip. Nico looks resolutely at the floor.

“We weren’t this bad,” Annabeth whispers, “were we?”

Percy shakes his head. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“Gods. It’s so — I don’t know whether to smile or take a dip in the Lethe. It’s embarrassing and endearing at the same time.”

“Painful to watch, but I can’t stop looking,” Percy agrees.

“What’d you hurt?” Will asks, finally. “Did you pull your shoulder again?”

A look of panic flits briefly across Nico’s face until he smooths it to something neutral, aloof.

“Yep. Totally. During — sword fighting, I swung — I did this really big thrust, actually. Just — hugely powerful, training dummy exploded on impact.” He clears his throat. “Some might say too powerful. If you can imagine.”

Percy cradles his head in his hands. “Oh my gods — ”

“Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh,” Annabeth chants, “oh my gods, don’t laugh —”

A light flush dusts Will’s cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling with his earrings. “Woah, really? I’ve never heard of that before.”

Nico smirks, standing up a little straighter. “Well, it’s not the first time. I tend to go pretty hard.” Remembering his supposedly hurt shoulder, he exaggerates a wince. “Too hard sometimes, I guess. Could you do the — the energy thing?”

“Oh — gods, yeah, sorry. Hold on.” He stares at Nico’s shoulder, hesitating. “It, um, works better with skin-to-skin contact.”

“I have seen crystal vases less transparent,” Annabeth says, aghast. “In two years he’s going to remember this and try to drown himself.”

“I will be counting down the days,” Percy says gleefully.

On rare, rare occasions, the gods answer his prayers. Clearly, both Nemesis and Aphrodite are looking at him kindly today. Percy makes a note to scrape some of the good stuff off his plate for them both today. Hell, maybe he’ll skip the portioning and toss them an entire roast chicken each. Or something. They deserve it.

Will places both hands — interesting, Percy notes, his wrist was snapped cleanly in two and he only needed one hand, wonder why that was — on Nico’s shoulder and closes his eyes, screwing up his face in concentration.

“Huh. I’m not feeling much damage. You said it was your right shoulder?”

“I heal quick,” Nico says loudly. “I mean, some of the damage might have — um.” He clears his throat. His face glows a faint crimson. He clears his throat again. “Y’know?”

Will’s face is a similar shade.

“Right, right. Yeah. Um, brace yourself.”

Instead of starting to sing, Will closes his eyes, holding completely still. After a moment, the tips of his fingers begin to glow; soft, ambery yellow, flickering like lit candles. He opens his eyes again and focuses intently on Nico’s bare skin, tracing patterns around every defined muscle, leaving a trail of light behind. He lingers, for a moment, when he connects the last string of light, waiting until it has faded entirely from Nico’s skin to remove his hands and shove them in the pockets of his coat.

“That better?” he asks softly.

Nico swallows. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m glad, Nico. It means a lot that you — came to me. When you needed it.”

“I trust you, I guess.” Nico looks away. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Percy says thoughtfully.

Annabeth laughs, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t be mean.” She pauses. “Me too.”

With a sigh that can only be described as besotted, Will steps reluctantly away.

“I have patients,” he says, in the same tone of voice Percy usually says I have midterms. “So I gotta…”

“Yeah, no, go. Do your —” Nico gestures vaguely. “Doctor thing.”

“Right. Yeah. I’m gonna — go.” He turns, walking back towards a group of Hephaestus kids who appear to be tightly entangled in some kind of net. After a few steps, though, he pauses, biting his lip, then darts back over to Nico, pressing a lightning-fast kiss to his cheek — “Um, bye. Thank you for visiting. Bye,” — and then runs back over to his siblings, shy smile on his face.

Nico’s jaw is brushing the floor of his father’s palace. He stands, still as a statue, for four entire minutes.

“I think he just died,” Annabeth observes, eyebrows climbing higher and higher up her forehead with every passing second “Damn. Survived so much only to literally die because a cute boy kissed his cheek. A true hero’s end.”

Percy, because he is a kind, concerned friend, clears his throat loudly.

“Yo, di Angelo, you alive?”

Nico startles so violently he falls right over. Percy shoves his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Nico hisses venomously, scrambling upright. “Both of you, shut the — not a word —”

Percy and Annabeth make the mistake of looking at each other and simply erupt. Percy can’t feel his stomach. His lungs have abandoned ship. He’s glad as hell he’s in the infirmary because he is heaving for breath, tears streaming down his face, entire body convulsing. Nico stands in front of them literally shaking with rage, entire body redder than one of Apollo’s sacred cows, trying and failing to string together a threat that will ease any and all of his suffering. Annabeth screeches, almost falling off the bed as she cackles. Percy cannot even find the strength to catch her, his muscles are so weak.

“I fucking — I hate you! Both of you! You’re dead to me!”

“Your face!” Percy shrieks.

“Percy Jackson, I am going to turn you to fucking dark matter! I despise your very essence! I —” He stomps his foot. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave a rotting corpse in your cabin! Screw you!”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth wheezes, digging her nails into his arm. “Oh my gods, that was —”

Percy wipes a tear from his eye. “I love being alive. I love being alive so much.”

“It really is great.” Composing herself, and biting back the leftover giggles that keep bubbling out, Annabeth looks back towards Will. He stands much straighter, now, smile back to full brightness. His siblings, too, look rejuvenated, snickering to each other and making kissy faces behind Will’s back. “So many beautiful things to witness. I’ve never seen his face go that red.”

Percy sighs. “This is genuinely going to carry me through the semester. I think his soul died a little. And Will just — gods, that kid is bold.”

“Oh says you, Mr. Do I Get A Good Luck Kiss.”

“Hey, I earned that.”

Annabeth grins, punching him in the shoulder. He grabs her wrist and tugs her towards him, chasing the curve of her smile. She laughs into his mouth and it taste like strawberries and freedom, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, to her jaw, and the side of her neck, resting there, breathing against her skin. After a moment her hands come up and slide in his hair, gently untangling the knotted mess.

“He is one thousand percent going to put a zombie in your bed, you know,” she says after a moment.

Percy snorts. “Yeah, I know.” He smiles. “Worth it.”

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Solangelo

its crappy but its fun lol

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I just finished Blood Of Olympus, my favourite parts at the end were definately the solangelo moments. But fr 'You're cute but you're not my type' walks over to his future boyfriend. (Nico we love the foreshadowing, but dammmmmmmmm)

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Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic]:

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Nico di Angelo/Will Solace:

They’re like sun and moon. Will is the son of Apollo, very happy and friendly, an excellent healer. Then you have Nico who is son of Hades, a much more gloomy person. They are mostly opposites, but fit together so well.

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Who do you guys think gives Hazel away at her wedding? Hades or Nico???

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i think that nico as a man who would drop bands on mythomagic cards would absolutely adore hades (the game)

will hits him with a flipflop for saying “zag is just like me for real” for the seventeenth time that day

his favorite boons are whatever do the most damage so by the time he gets to the end everything is basically a one-tap + somehow he always ends up with a heroic artemis’ aid thats level four nobody knows how he does it

AND he plays on mobile since the demigod phones that hephastus cabin made can run netflix which means they can run hades

so will pokes his head into cabin 13 after a late shift in the infirmary and nico’s zonked out but his phone is on and eurydice’s song is playing

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they are so gay

conservatives would hate them

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Nico di Angelo & Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase & Nico di Angelo, Nico di Angelo & Everyone Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Kayla Knowles, Austin Lake Additional Tags: so i've been sitting on this fic since middle school okay, and im aware that its likely in no way original OR unlike anything else you've ever seen before, it's that obligatory-three-days-in-the-infirmary-fic BUT, it starts AT THE END of those three days, Starting Over, Friendship, Developing Friendships, learning how to be accepted, Learning Self-Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, but in order to get there, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Self-Doubt, emotional roller coasters, Canon Compliant, at least up to a point?, not sure if i'm going to keep ~certain~ aspects from TOA, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, like seriously who let these kids fight TWO wars, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Leaning to Be a Kid, Nico di Angelo Needs a Hug, Nico di Angelo-centric, Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson Friendship, Percy Jackson is a Mess, listen percy fucked up a LOT okay, but that will be addressed, Percy Jackson is a Good Friend, Will Solace is a Good Friend, Will Solace is a Mess, lets just establish that EVERYONE IS A MESS, Protective Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo is Trying, Nico di Angelo is Scared of the Dark, AIJFKGJKSDLJFKLJSD, that was NOT a tag when i was in middle/high school, i am SO FUCKING EXCITED that thats a tag now, Nico di Angelo is a Mess, LMAO how did i miss that one before now, i'll probably be back with more tags later, Will Solace is a Ball of Sunshine, Will Solace Has Anxiety Summary:

He doesn’t remember the last time that he had the time to do something as simple as just look up. He’s been running for so long, he’s been trapped and let go and pushed and dragged across the world and back again, and he doesn’t know how it happened but somehow he has found himself standing still—maybe for the first time since he found out he was a demigod. Maybe for the first time since he and Biance were brought out of the Lotus and back into the real world, when she’d cupped his face between her hands and promised, “Now we’ll have a real life, you and I.”

He wonders, as he often does, what she would think if she could see him now.

-

or,

Starting after Nico's three-day-stay in the infirmary, the repercussions of being alone and fighting in two wars—across the span of only four years, might he add—begin to manifest. Featuring the formation of new friendships, reconciliation with old ones, self-reinvention, and the revolutionary concept that it's okay to just be a kid and need people sometimes.

THE SECOND CHAPTER OF MY NEWEST FIC IS UP GO VALIDATE ME AND TELL ME IM—AHEM, I MEAN MY FIC—IS CUTE <33333

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Chiron gave up on the assigned tables after the Romans came along. Most of the campers were overjoyed about the change, especially the ones who didn't have many if any, siblings. The Seven took it exceptionally well and set up their own table, plus a few friends. Nico and Will joined them this morning for breakfast. It has been a while since they caught up. He piled on his plate with bacon and eggs, with his darkling boyfriend got a bowl of oatmeal and a single pomegranate. They chatted a little while eating, but they focused mainly on stuffing their faces.

The life of a demigod took a lot of energy and even more food. Even then, seeing Percy eat a comical stack of pancakes was off putting. He watched in amusement as Nico struggled with his hair, constantly tucking his hair behind his ears to prevent it from getting in his food.

"Dude, you should get a haircut," Jason said through his breakfast sandwich.

"My hair is not that long," Nico tried to defend himself, failing miserably.

"You can't even eat anymore without having to incessantly mess with it," he pointed out.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it? It's not like anyone here knows how to cut hair."

"I do," Annabeth told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some of the Aphrodite kids taught me years ago. I could do your hair if you want. I've done it loads of times."

"It's not even that bad right now! You should see it in the morning.

"Okay," he replied without thinking.

Absolute chaos erupted. Leo laughed. Percy choked on his drink. Annabeth rolled her eyes. Frank was appalled. Hazel was very proud of himself for being so smooth. Jason tried to climb over the table to get to him while Piper held him back. Nico was confused, and it was later explained to him what he was implying. Of course, being the innocent that he was in the matter, he turned into a blushing mess. However, he did decide to take Annabeth on her offer.

* * *

He hasn't seen Nico since yesterday afternoon. Annabeth had cut his hair by now, and he couldn't wait to see his little makeover. Will eventually bumped into him during training. He and Percy were in the middle of a fascinating sword match, each of them keeping the other on their toes. He was floored when he saw him pause to slick back his hair. It still had some length to it and still looked messy but in a professionally done way. She did a great job and could consider going into cosmetology instead of architecture if she wished.

His boyfriend looked very…hot, and it had nothing to do with the high summer temperatures.

"You're drooling just a bit there, Solace," Leo teased.

"Shut up," he snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment from being caught staring.

"Better not let Jason catch you looking at his baby cuz like that. Boyfriend or not."

"I'm not worried," he lied.

Jason could definitely kick his ass if he wanted to, hands down. Although, that would likely result in Nico kicking his ass in retaliation. He still wasn't going to risk it.

"What do you think?" Nico asked, pulling him back to reality.

"You look terrific."

"Thanks."

"Wanna head to your cabin to clean up and hang out?"

"Sure."

* * *

Jason watched them leave the arena.

"Where are they going?"

"Nico's cabin," Leo answered.

"What are they going to do there?"

"I don't even want to think about that, but you could say they are definitely not playing Mythomagic."

Jason looked at them fade from view in horror.

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Nico wakes up to gagging and a soft glow coming from the bathroom.

His first thought is, bizarrely, that Hazel’s home. But her bunk is still empty, and her shoes aren’t by the door, and she didn’t wake him when she came in. She always wakes him when she comes in, even if it’s four thirty in the damn morning, because nothing makes her cackle quite like Nico choking back curses and tweaking under her smothering pillow.

“Shit,” comes a small voice from the bathroom, followed by more retching. “Shitshitshit, no —”

Nico bolts for the door.

“Hi,” Will says, or tries to. His scarred knuckles clench with every gag, wrapped too tightly around the rim of porcelain to tremble like the rest of him.

Something about the wobbly smile he keeps trying to form in between gags. Something about the sweat that has drenched his t-shirt, something about the deep circles under his eyes, something about his spot in the bed completely cold, wrinkled.

Something is not adding up.

“You’re not sick,” Nico murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to Will’s forehead. Will mutters something about bliss, leaning into Nico’s hand; he smiles again, but it is strained, and at odds with the glassy look in his eyes. The sharp, rapid breaths.

“Just don’t — feel good.”

Every word is punctuated by a big, heaving gasp, like he’s trying to breathe through heavy cotton. On a hunch, Nico slides his hands down Will’s face, brushing the goosebumps on his neck, the irritated, pulsing tendons, and rest flat against his chest, over his heart.

His heart that is pounding, so quickly it is actually challenging to recognise as a beat rather than a buzz.

“You’re having a panic attack,” Nico says quietly.

Will shrugs. He gags again, but clamps his mouth shut before it goes anywhere, breathing deeply and carefully through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart pounds faster, and the rapid movement of his chest grows shallow, but he manages to choke back his bile, swallow down whatever nausea is plaguing him.

“I’m — fine.” His laboured breathing is the loudest sound in the cabin. In the camp. “I’m handling it.”

Nico watches him. Watches him clench his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut and make a noise like he is being betrayed, like he is being sold for thirty silver by his own body, his own mind; watches him flex his muscles rigid and hold himself still like he can stop the nails and thorns from coming. He thinks of wide smiles and far away eyes and mental health pamphlets and cheerful slogans on infirmary walls.

“I think one of those things are true.”

“I don’t need —”

Whatever he doesn’t need is forgotten, because he is heaving again, only this time his body finds something to dredge up, even if that something is stomach acid and he cries as it burns its way up his throat, and in between heaving he wheezes, horrible whistling gasping noises, and his hair plasters to his forehead, and his body slumps into Nico’s hold and jerks away from him like rocky waves against a lakefront.

“How long have you been here?”

Will just shrugs again, and he cries, and he says “Leave, please,” and Nico wraps an arm tighter around his waist, and presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, lingering, holding, tasting salt from Will and from his tears both, and squeezing his eyes shut, and holding back the anger. Gritting his teeth and softening his hold, deliberately, resting his fingers delicately on the dip of Will’s hip, the raised pink of the stretch marks along his ribs.

“I hate it when you run from me,” he murmurs, and Will sobs again.

“I can’t breathe,” he says, and Nico squeezes and promises he can. “I’m dying. I’m dying, I’m gonna —”

“I’m here, Will.” He doesn’t say you’re not dying. He doesn’t say you’re fine, because this is the longest they’ve sat together in five days, because it is the the quiet middle of June, because yesterday Kayla spent half her shift screaming at Will to get out and ignoring him when he shouted back. Because the bandage around Will’s wrist has been worn to threads, because Lee’s hoodie has not been washed in weeks, because there is a newcomer named Michael and Will cannot even look at him. Because it has been bad. “I’m here.”

It is as much a reminder as it is a plea as it is a reprimand as it is a fruitless nothing, because when Nico struggles he gets angry, when Nico struggles he gets mean and biting and violent, but when Will struggles he wants the world to kill him. And for all that Nico is halfway to the grave he has clawed and chewed and fought his way to survival. And when Will scratches at the skin around his ears and screams into his hands and opens the chapped over scars on his lips his palms his fingers, Nico can only hold him, Nico can only gently pry his nails from his flesh and tell himself that one day they will get to the point where Nico wakes up. Where Will wakes him up, where he burrows into the place between his arms and his chest and hides in someone else for once. Where he trusts someone outside of himself enough to bare his back.

“I’m here,” he whispers again, and he presses his lips to Will’s hair and holds him as he sobs, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”

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Can't be that hard to raise a kid (spoiler alert: it can) Solangelo fanfic

https://www.quotev.com/story/16539575/It-cant-be-that-hard-to-raise-a-kid-spoiler-alertit-can

Will is a teen parent and nico is working at a daycare. Updates come faster on Ao3 (link in bio on quoteV)

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Important question

Should i read the sun and the star before i read toa and hoo??????????????????????

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ROUND 1: POLL #48

Solangelo edit, original individual character art by viria on Tumblr

ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace:

They’re like sun and moon. Will is the son of Apollo, very happy and friendly, an excellent healer. Then you have Nico who is son of Hades, a much more gloomy person. They are mostly opposites, but fit together so well.

Tan/Bun:

hey are the ultimate freak4freak. they are not normal at all about each other and see each other's red flags and think it's sexy. Bun thinks that Tan is a murder suspect in a case he's investigating (he's a doctor who hates cops so he's taking things into his own hands) and still agrees to move in with him. Bun installs a tracker onto Tan's phone and tells him about it and Tan is just like "wow we're getting closer aren't we that's so cool." They are both such freaks and no one else could handle them but each other.

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this video really shows it off well

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To Belong and Be Loved (A Solangelo College AU)

I can't believe I haven't posted this here! Well, here we go tumblrland. I'll share this exercise in creative writing with y'all as well. There are currently 13 chapters and I am currently updating bi-weekly. I don't claim to be creating a masterpeice, but its fun, so I don't apologize for anything. :)

Summary: Going off to university means changes in every aspect of life. New living environment, new routines, and new relationships (definitely friends, but maybe more). The changes can be overwhelming, but when you have friends that go to the same school, it can ease things, or make things worse if they like to meddle. Follow Nico and Will as they start their college years and navigate the rollercoaster of campus life, friendship, family, and love. A new start does not mean the traumas of life simply end but finding that space where you feel you belong and finding those who love you even on the dark days, that's a happy ending that everyone can hope for.

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Today was not Nico’s day. The anxiety caused by the official start of classes resulted in a night of tossing and turning. Insomnia was no stranger to him, but Nico felt as if it had partnered with some outstanding bad karma as he watched the hours go by. Fortunately, he had multiple alarms set. He knew it may take him forever to get to sleep, but once he did, he slept like the dead. Unfortunately, he turned his last alarm off instead of pressing snooze. So, instead of having a morning to mentally prepare for new social situations and put in the effort to make good impressions, he was now throwing on whatever clothes he could find first, praying they were clean. He didn’t bother looking in a mirror as he threw on his well-loved converse, grabbed his bag, ran a hand through his hair, and hurried out the door.

The cool morning air whipped in Nico's face as he rushed out of his dorm building. He cursed whoever thought classes at 8:00am for college students was ok. It was bad enough that he was tortured through his 13 years of public school. This was supposed to be the start of freedom. Instead, he was rushing across campus to his very first college class, already running late. Glancing at his watch, he knew he would make it, but just barely. He had made sure to time how long it would take him to get to each class. He may press snooze one, two, or ten times, but he was always prepared and he did not like when things didn’t go his way. This morning was a prime example, his frustration getting closer to boiling over with each step he took. He reached the large brick building and swung the door open with abandon; hopefully, no one was behind him as he would not be holding it for them today. He skidded to a stop as he almost missed the classroom. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to slow his heart rate, he opened the door and went inside.

Fumbling with his bag, Nico pushed his way to an empty seat towards the back of the classroom. The room was set up with long tables, each on a different level, like stadium seating. Since class started in less than a minute, almost every seat was taken, except most of the first row, which Nico would definitely not be sitting in, and one in the middle of the second to last row. Nico mumbled “excuse me” and “sorry” as he walked behind the other students to the empty chair. He sat with a loud sigh and dropped his bag, not worrying if the noise disturbed anyone around him.

“Rough day already?” Whoever he sat next to asked, clearly stifling laughter.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah, not exactly walking on sunshine over here." Nico spat, his words dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, you don’t look like a Katrina, so that makes sense.” Who was this guy? Nico had not had time to wake up enough to deal with this level of absurdity.

"What in the name of Hades are you going on about?" Nico, primed and ready to scare the stranger off, finally looked over and was taken aback by the startling blue eyes staring at him.

“Katrina and the Waves. The band who sings ‘Walking on Sunshine’?” The guy raised an eyebrow in question, surprised Nico didn’t know this.

"Yeah… I have no idea what you're talking about. Is that a new song or something?" Why was Nico still talking to him? He saw the teacher come in and knew she was probably starting to introduce herself and the course. Nico didn't want to talk to this guy. He just wanted to show up, get whatever information he needed, and get on to the next class. He was not like the other bright-eyed freshmen who were excited to just be at college. This was Intro to Humanities, an elective, and it was the first day. He knew they would discuss the syllabus, probably play a horrible 'get to know you' game, and be on their way. He expected to be able to slip in and out of his classes, barely noticed, and make it back to his dorm with minimal socialization. Instead, he was being distracted and manipulated into conversation with the blue-eyed, golden-skinned, curly-haired blond sitting beside him.

“Are you serious? That album came out in 1983! It was one of my mom's favorites." The blond chuckled, and Nico watched as his nose crinkled when he laughed. Nico also noticed the seemingly perfect sprinkling of freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks.

“Guess I’m not some sort of musical encyclopedia. Sorry. Just assumed it was a figure of speech.” Nico shrugged.

"Boys, would you like to introduce yourselves to the class first since you seem so eager to converse?" the teacher asked pointedly, and Nico watched as all the other students turned to look at him and the guy he had been talking to.

"Oh… uh…" Nico started to stutter under pressure; he hated being caught off guard and he despised looking intimidated in front of a crowd. The blond seemed to notice his uncomfortable demeanor and spoke up first.

"Oh, of course, ma'am! I am sorry if we were disruptive. I'm just so excited for this course. My name is Will. Will Solace. I'm from Austin, Texas, and I am pre-med, going for a neuroscience major, but I have always had a huge interest in other cultures and the arts, so here I am!" The blond, Will, stood up and introduced himself to the room effortlessly. He exuded cheerfulness and warmth.

“Well, thank you, Will, for leading the introductions." The teacher turned her attention to Nico. "Your turn, although you definitely do not have to stand if you don't feel like it." Clearly, her guard had fallen with Will's eagerness to please during his introduction. Nico did not want to stand, but he sat up straighter.

“Uh… my name is Nico di Angelo. I’m from L.A. I am thinking about an anthropology major. I enjoy studying language, literature, and history, so I thought humanities would be a good start as an elective to feel things out." Nico started to shrink into himself a bit the longer he talked. He could show confidence when he knew he had the skills to back it up, but after Will, who clearly had his life plan together on the first day of college, Nico felt unimpressive.

“Do you speak more than one language?” Will whispered to him as the class continued the introductions.

“Oh, uh, yeah. A couple.” Nico shrugged, surprised Will wanted to continue a conversation.

“A couple? Like more than two? That’s amazing! I took a few years of Spanish in high school, but I’m nowhere near fluent. I basically knew enough to compliment the owner of our favorite Mexican restaurant back home. She and her husband ran the place. She worked the front, and he cooked. They were the sweetest couple. Made the best tamales and horchata. So, what languages do you speak?" Nico just blinked as he tried to take in everything Will was saying. He talked too fast and spoke in a low whisper so only Nico could hear. Keeping up with the tangent was a lot for Nico this early. It was an 8:00 am class. How was this guy so chipper?

"Well, I grew up in Italy until I was 10, so I grew up with that as my first language. Then I took Latin in high school. Then decided to learn Greek on my own one summer when I got really into mythology and ancient cultures. I never learned Spanish, but the romantic languages have a lot of similarities, so if I'm reading, I can sometimes make out the gist of things in Spanish and French." Nico shrugged and answered Will while pulling on a loose string on the hem of his shirt. Nico knew they weren't the most impressive facts. It wasn’t creative or original nor nearly as challenging as neuroscience. But when he looked up again, Will was gaping at him in awe.

"That's… wow… I mean, ya said ya enjoyed studyin’ language, but like… man… that’s so impressive. I mean… I could never.” Will’s whisper was almost mumbled now. He just kept staring at Nico. A pink tint started to flush over his cheeks as he looked down at the table. However, Nico didn’t notice as he was too busy focusing on the southern drawl he heard when Will spoke more casually.

"I guess, but it’s not as impressive as medicine. I mean, I'll never be saving lives or anything. Anyone can learn a language; we all do it as babies. But learning to treat illness and injury? That's a real skill." Nico fidgeted with his skull ring, suddenly very nervous to look at Will. Nico was never one to take compliments well, and here was this complete stranger telling him he was impressive. By this point, Nico usually would have shied away from the conversation. Nico didn’t know what made him so willing to talk to Will. He was not what one would describe as a 'people person.' He didn't always give off the best first impressions and wasn't great at making new friends. Not that he tried to be outright rude to others. He was shy and quiet most of the time, and wearing dark colors (primarily black) wasn't what people saw as overly inviting. But Will, with his sunny demeanor and welcoming presence, made Nico feel… something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Friendly? Amiable? Cozy? Nico decided not to focus on that.

"Well, I'm no doctor yet. Just first aid certified." Will blushed harder, but again, Nico was too distracted by his thoughts to notice. "Basically, I'm a glorified band-aid dispenser. But I can do CPR, so I guess I got some skill. Those chest compressions are no joke!" Will forced a laugh and looked at Nico from the corner of his eyes, trying to determine if his self-deprecating comment had lost Nico's interest.

"Well, seeing as I literally never have bandages when I seem to need them, at least now I know someone who does." Nico half-smiled at Will. He still didn't know why, but he wanted Will to know he was appreciated at whatever skill level. Although Nico was sure he could do much more than place a bandage.

“Don’t you have a first aid kit? Like in your dorm?” Will looked shocked by this information.

“Eh, maybe? Do they come with one? Guess it just wasn’t on my essentials list for packing.” Nico shrugged.

"That's… you should make sure you get one," Will said. Nico thought he sensed Will holding back a lecture about the necessity of first aid and emergency items.

"Well, if there aren't any questions, I will let you all go early today. The required texts are listed on the syllabus. Please ensure that you have these by the end of the week, as you won't be able to continue past them without them!" Their teacher announced, and the sound of students shuffling their things to leave filled the room.

“One class down, three to go!” Nico declared as he stretched his back over his chair.

"What else are you taking this semester?" Will asked, quickly turning to grab his bag on the opposite side from Nico.

“Critical Composition, Statistical Reasoning, and Intro to Anthropology,” Nico rattled off.

“Cool! I’m takin’ Critical Comp too. Wonder if we have the same class.”

"I'm Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11," Nico shared as he looked over the schedule he shoved in his pocket.

“Oh, I've got it Monday and Wednesday," Will said, looking… defeated? No, Nico definitely read that wrong.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow? This is a daily class, right?" Nico asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Yeah! Seeya tomorrow then!" Will smiled, and they made their way out of the classroom. Nico replayed many moments of their conversation as he made his way to his statistics class. He was proud of himself for making an acquaintance so quickly. And one who was so willing to take control of the conversation, despite Nico's initial awkwardness. He may actually look forward to coming to class tomorrow. He may even get there early.

Continue reading here: To Belong and Be Loved - Chapter 2 - redheadosity - Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan [Archive of Our Own]

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Will introducing Nico to different cuisines: This is shrimp fried rice

Nico in awe: you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice??

Percy in the kitchen commanding the shrimps: keep at it boys

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150 DAYS UNTIL THE SUN AND THE STAR COMES OUT!!! ONLY FIVE MONTHS LEFTTT!!!