#Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace

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"Don't cry."

"...I'm not."

"Omigods. Will. Don't cry."

"I'm not!"

But there are welled up tears making his eyes looking huge, and even as he bites it his lip still trembles. In seconds there is the slightest of sniffles.

Nico groans, slumping against the handle of the grocery cart. A WASPy mother glares at him in passing. He glares back and sics an errant soul onto her monstrosity of a hairdo for good measure.

"Will," he groans, metal bar digging into his forehead, "Will, it's a lemon."

"I know," Will sniffles, bravely. "Just -- leave it. Let's go."

Nico moves his arm, just enough to watch his too-tall over-empathetic dumbass best friend try and fail to pull himself together in the, and Nico cannot emphasize this enough, very public grocery store in the suburbs of Long Island, where people stare.

And, like.

The staring is not too unusual.

Will is in cutoff shorts and flip-flops. It's early March. Climate change is not that bad yet. The two of them are wearing neon camp t-shirts -- Nico's good, goth t-shirts have been stolen from him to be 'washed' -- and are both, Nico must emphasize again, fifteen years of age, with a grocery cart each full to the actual brim with Pop Tarts, Twizzlers, medical supplies, socks, and silly string. Will is approximately nineteen feet tall. They make a scene. That is a fair evaluation.

But rare is the day where Nico cannot quell the stares by reflecting hellfire into his eyes. Mortals usually flee in terror or at least walk away traumatized. Today they aren't even looking.

"Will," he says, as gently as he can manage. Will looks over, after a minute, and his bright eyes look so glassy and miserable that whoa, hey, Nico can manage a whole lot gentler than he thought he could, can't he. He reaches up and pats a palm against Will's wet cheek, swiping a thumb under his eyes. "Do you. Want." He glances over at the lone, half-dried up lemon on the floor by the produce baskets. "Would you like to take the lemon home with us.

"Yes," says Will quietly. Nico's hand falls away and Will wipes his face, crouching down to scoop it up. He hesitates before putting it in the cart, cradling it against his chest. "It's just." He looks at Nico through his eyelashes. Nico tries to smile encouragingly. Based on the immediate tears and sobbing of a child directly behind Will's shoulders, he is unsuccessful. "If we don't take it, no one will, you know."

"Yes," agrees Nico slowly. "Due to the fact that it is garbage."

Will snatches his hand back like Nico had smacked it, glaring hard. Nico is really starting to consider those bipolar pamphlets Kayla left pointedly on the Apollo table. Yeesh.

"It's not -- garbage! Just because -- just because something isn't as good as everything else doesn't mean it's garbage!"

...Or not.

Ah.

"Ah," says Nico. He clears his throat. "Ah."

Some cultures attribute tact and gentleness to his father -- Death accepts all, and in facts invites all, to reside with Him. He will take your hand and guide you to whence you have never travelled, where you have no kin. He will speak to you in your shock of your life and your triumphs. He, when you have no one, is your compassionate, voluble friend.

Hazel inherited all that, unfortunately. Nico got the dead-eyed stare and fruitiness.

"Uh," he tries, anyway, "if you were a rotten lemon, I would take you home."

Will looks at him skeptically. "You would?"

"Y -- uh, yes. I would make." He wracks his brain. "I would use you to clean surfaces."

"...Oh."

"Yes. Like -- chopping boards, and the like." He makes a karate chop motion with his hand. He immediately takes the hand and shoves it into the untraveled depths of his pocket, which is a challenge due to the fact that it took him forty minutes to paint his jeans on this morning, and vows to cut its quisling digits off as quickly as possible. Why is he alive.

He is grateful at least that his friend is about as stupid as he is.

"That would be a good use for me if I was a rotting lemon," Will agrees. He looks down at the rotting lemon cradled in his hands. "Maybe we will use you to clean."

"Yes," Nico says, gentle coaxing. "Now let's put the lemon in the cart, okay? We're almost done. We just need the nineteen quarts of ice cream Cecil paid me ninety dollars not to disclose to Chiron. Let's go."

"'Kay."

Garbage lemon safely laid among a braid of licorice packages, dead centre in the cart, they move on. The stares follow them, but Will at least does not seem to mind -- used to it, veteran camper that he is -- and slides his arm through Nico's crooked elbow. Nico takes that as the opportunity it is to steer him away from the cake that a nefarious teenager has pushed to the floor, lest that set him off next. They have only minutes until they make it to the cash register, where Nico will pay for whatever Will is watching him scan, and are home free.

"Hey, Nico."

Nico hums, eyeing the self-checkout line. "Yeah?"

"Would we still be friends if I was a worm?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

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Solangelo

its crappy but its fun lol

[xixovart]

pjo outfit headcanons :D

i think this is a common conversation topic in this fandom, negatively or positively, and i wanted to weigh in!! if you don’t agree thats okay, just respect my opinions and i’ll respect yours

PERCY JACKSON

whatever this is called.. i think tyis is canon? probably. these are all gonna be based on personality and vibes and i probabky won’t be the most articulate person while writing this but yeah. percy’s is more grungey and with muted colors and layers. always baggy pants and messed up shoes and a ring or two :)

ANNABETH CHASE

cannot explain it. i think she’d wear lighter, grey-ish tones. comfort over style. her hair is almost always up, lots of woolen friendship bracelets, CONVERSE?? band shirts. yeah its just annabeth idk what to tell you

GROVER UNDERWOOD

sort of similar to percy’s just more. messy? and greener. midwest bisexual bf i guess

NICO DI ANGELO

nico’s style is really hard for me to picture or describe but it’s just loads of dark clothes because it’s easier for him to shadow travel that way, tons of jewelry and accessories, boots/doc martens, painted chipped nails, just a hint of eyeliner that you won’t notice unless you look for it. just very gay man idk what to tell you.

WILL SOLACE

need i say more?

also chipped nail polish like nico but his is colorful and sparkly because the colors calm him down. messed up converse with doodles and lyrics all over them. nico’s ring. star necklaces. friendship bracelets. hair ties on his wrists for his sisters. cargo pants. shirts with designs of his hyperfixations. band shirts. UHHHHHGGGG THIS GOOBER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

thats it for now!! i might make a part 2 with the rest of the argo2nauts and some other chb kids but yeah for now it’s just solangelo and percabeth :))

OK BYE LY HAVE A NICE DAY!!!:

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ROUND 2: POLL #24

HeavyMedic/Red Oktoberfest art by ma2ereki on Tumblr

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PROPAGANDA BELOW

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

NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED

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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art i made for @willthespy ’s art contest!!!!

[soulreapin]

will loves doing morning stretching

obviously most morninhs he doesnt get to cause he gets up at ass oclock every day and then goes to work

but when he CAN (often in nico’s cabin cause “its got more space nico shut the fuck up”) he spends a good hour making sure all his joints are limber and well cared for

its neurotic how much he cares about it

[be-crazyinsane]

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

[theshakykid]

Chapters: 1/1 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, The Sun and The Star - Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace Additional Tags: Inspired by Addams Family, Humor, or an attempt at it, Love, Established Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are Cute, Gay Nico di Angelo, Happy Nico di Angelo, Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are Dorks, BAMF Nico di Angelo, Nico di Angelo is a Little Shit, Will Solace is a Ball of Sunshine, Will Solace is a Mess, Bisexual Will Solace, Husbands, Cute, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, Dorks in Love Summary:

Very, very, very loosely inspired by the Addams Family

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1 DAY UNTIL THE SUN AND THE STAR COMES OUT!! TOMORROW IS THR DAY!!!!!

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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.

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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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"Take my seat."

"Your seat sucks."

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine this morning."

Nico scowls at him. It, unfortunately, does nothing, because Will was born with zero fear instinct and is looking forward to the day Nico kills him.

"It's six in the fucking morning, Solace. The sun is not even a ray of sunshine this morning. Because it is too fucking early."

"Children," drawls Will, lazily. He gestures to the children in question, who watch Nico, giggling. Nico flushes.

"Move."

"I'm movin', I'm movin'."

He scooches down the bench, pushing his little siblings as he goes. They offer zero help, letting him manhandle them around on the little wooden bench and boasting about how big they're getting. Will rolls his eyes playfully at them and tells them to eat their vegetables to keep that up.

Nico perches tentatively onto the open spot, holding his breath.

"Sorry," he mutters, gaze locked onto the table. "For -- cussing."

The oldest of Will's sisters -- Kayla, if Nico remembers correctly -- barks a laugh.

"Oh, don't you worry, Nico, you shoulda heard Will last night when he walked right into the --"

"Aaaaaannd that's two weeks of laundry for you."

"What?! No! That's abuse of power!"

"That's what you get for being a loudmouth.

Will's eyes flash something amused and dangerous -- daring her to continue. Kayla scowls, pushing her plate away and sticking out her tongue.

"Ugh." She mutters something, under her breath. It might be stupidhead.

Nico suddenly works very hard to tamp a smile down.

"You'll get used to it," Will offers, nudging their shoulders together. "Kayla is biding her time, see, so when I finally keel over --"

"Don't tempt me."

"-- she'll be ready to take over as Dictator of Cabin Seven."

Nico pokes at the omelette Will put on his plate. There is something green in there. Gross.

"Dictator?"

"'Democracy is by the people, for the people, unfortunately you brats are little demons sent to test my patience and so this is what you get,'" quotes the toddler on Will's left. Probably not a toddler. But he's approximately the size of a peanut M&M, so Nico takes a guess. "Will says when he stops waking up to new gray hairs we can discuss shifting into an electoral system."

"Mhm."

Next to Kayla, Austin -- the musician, Nico remembers -- pipes up. "Although we've been interesting in staging a coup. Would you be interested, Nico? I've heard you have an army or two you can --"

"No," Will says loudly, looking pointedly at his brother. "We talked about this, Austin. No magic from doofus over here until he's healed. You can wait a couple weeks to see a zombie again."

Austin pouts. It takes Nico a few seconds to realize he is the doofus in question. He misses Austin's mumbling about video games and real-life boss battles in favor of sputtering, loudly, and waving his hands with enough force to knock four utensils off the table.

"Ex -- excuse me!" he stutters, glaring at a laughing Will. "I know you are not referring to the King of Darkness as -- as doofus!"

Will has dimples when he smiles, on the dead centers of his round cheeks; they blink in and out of existence as he tries, halfheartedly, to school his face.

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty," he says, not sounding very sorry. "I shall never refer to you as such again."

Nico scowls. "Good!"

"It would be Prince Doofus, to you. I cannot believe I so misspoke."

The rest of the table -- even Kayla, who is still determined to launch as many pieces of bell pepper into Will's hair as she can -- bursts into giggles. Only Austin bothers to muffle them in his hands.

He, Nico decides, is his favorite. The rest of them are -- are insubordinate, unbelievable, plebian yokels.

(Cute yokels, the little ones.)

(But yokels.)

"I'm leaving," Nico growls, pushing himself up from the table. "I don't know why I even --"

"Hey." Will smiles when he looks, small and apologetic and genuine. "I'm sorry, Nico, I'm only teasing. I'll stop. Stay."

"Yeah," pipes up Kayla. "I'll hit him every time he teases you."

"Me too!" adds Austin. "I'll throw homefries!"

Three other little voices cheer their agreement.

Will nods sagely. "See? They'll hit me."

Nico hesitates.

Will sticks out his bottom lip, fluttering his eyelashes.

Nico melts.

A little.

"Fine," he mutters, dropping back on the bench. "I'll -- whatever."

Will grins, slinging an arm over Nico's shoulders. "Stay as long as you like."

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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)

[redheadosity]

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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ROUND 1: POLL #48

Solangelo edit, original individual character art by viria on Tumblr

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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.

[SPOILERS]

this video really shows it off well

[jimdrummond]

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[soulreapin]

maybe will solace sewing up the holes in nico’s clothes.

maybe will’s socks being darned with scraps of fabric and his oldest camp shirt patched up with slightly more flourescent orange.

nico realizing that the hole in the calf of his jeans has been patched over with black gingham and blanket stitched.

what if