#ashes writes solangelo

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

pjo fics i wanna write based on madds buckley songs:

- sunset on summerville solangelo fic

- staring at the sun solangelo fic

- the red means i love you percy x ethan fic

- child of ashes nico character study

- hawk in the night jason character study

- anything anything anything frazel fic

- wine and wheat solangelo fic

- my love is sick fic about nicos feelings for percy

- drivers seat luke character study

- brother thaluke angst fic

- at my back percabeth fic

[soukokutruther]

intro !!

hi im aslan (az-lin) :3

they/he/she || mlm, aroace + nonbinary || 19 || audhd || infp-t || new york

"because thats what makes me love you"

send in doodle requests !! <3

my carrd

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about me !!

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ top kins : atsushi, dazai, poe, ranpo, nico, langa, todoroki, kenma, scaramouche

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ main fandoms im in : bungo stray dogs (main), genshin impact, bnha, percy jackson, sk8 the infinity, banana fish, omori, seraph of the end, the case study of vanitas, haikyuu

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ill draw for really any of those fandoms based on what i feel like doing + original art but usually i tend to post bsd art :)

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ main ships : soukoku, ranpoe, fyolai, shin soukoku, kazuscara, solangelo, percabeth, sunflower, renga, asheiji, vanoé, sakuatsu, bakudeku, tododeku

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ favs: dazai (pookie), ranpo, poe, atsushi, chuuya, todoroki, nico, langa, sunny, atsumu, sakusa, suna, kenma, ash, scaramouche, kazuha

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tags !!

❀˖° art tag : #soukokutrutherart

❀˖° writing tag : #soukokutrutherwriting

[chodzacaparodia]

Aand favourite all time ships from any media?

Apart from Bllk ships (in this ask), these are my favorite ships (I'll just mention them now, because seriously, I'll never finish answering this ask 😭😭)

Haikyuu!!: My absolute top, Sakuatsu, which is why I started writing fic! I also love Kuroken (!!!), Daisuga, Oisuga, Bokuaka, Kagehina, Asanoya, Tsukkiyama… MAN, Haiykuu!! has a lot of ships that I love. I love all of them, but the ones mentioned are my top.

From Tokyo Revengers, I love Chifuyu ships (because I love Chifuyu). Soo Bajifuyu, Kazufuyu, Ryufuyu… I love each of them in a different way, but equally much (although in my fics Rufuyu is always in the foreground)

From My Hero Academia, my top is Tododeku! Because of this ship, I started reading fics addictively. I love Deku ships in general, I also have a weakness for Shindeku. Kamijirou, EraserMic, Dabihawks are also great.

Kyoru from Fruits Basket It's life. I also love Rinharu. Ahhh in Fruits Basket everyone deserves love!

From Free!! I love Makoharu (my top), Reigisa, Sourin.

From Jujutsu Kaisen: Itafushi it's life. But Sukufushi fics and arts are also sooo good 😭 In general, I love it when characters simp over Megumi (I feel them lmao). Also Inuokko, Nobamaki, Chosoyuki, Satosugu..

From Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpoe, Shin Soukoku, Soukoku, Suegiku.

Shiguang from Link Click is life.

Zosan and Acesan from One Piece, but I live different Sanji ships. (I still haven't watched anime, I only know Live Action, but through zosan fics I accidentally came across Acesan and ohhh soo good!)

Akiangel from Chainsaw Man.

Leopika and Killugon from Hunter x Hunter.

Sherliam from Moriarty the Patriot.

Hualian and Fengqing from Heaven Official's Blessing.

Eruri from Attack on Titan.

Renga and Matchablossom from SK8.

Victuuri and Otayuri from Yuri!!! On ice.

Daiharu from The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited.

Narumi/Hirotaka and Kabakura/Koyanagi from Wotakoi.

Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper.

Pynch from The Raven Cycle!!

Andriel from The Foxhole Court!

Kanej from Six of Crows.

Wolfstar from Harry Potter.

Benmars from These Violent Delights.

Solangelo from Rick Riordan's books.

Okame/Daisuke and Yumeko/Tatsumi from Shadow of the Fox.

Ash/Megan from The Iron Fey.

Elle/Darien from Geekerella.

Isobel/Varen from Nevermore.

Darcy/Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice.

Raskolnikov/Sonya from Crime and Punishment.

Patrochilles from The Song of Achilles.

Gideon/Gwendolyn from The Ruby Red Trilogy.

Liam/Ruby from The Darkest Minds.

Newtmas (!!) from The Maze Runner.

Sterek from Teen Wolf.

Byler and Steddie from Stranger Things.

No no no, someone stop me! 🙈 I'm just a mega shipper and my heart has a lot of space when it comes to different ships 💖

(For sure I forgot about some ships 🙈)

Thank you so much for the ask! ♡ Have a nice day 💖

[littlelcvestory]

welcome to my account ❤️

haven't done a proper introduction on tumblr yet so here it is:

hello ! i'm ashes (she/her) and i migrated from twitter when it went to shit 😍

i'm mainly a six of crows (primarily wesper) blog :) i'm a fanfic author and an occasional fanartist. i tend to reblog a lot of things that i see so apologies in advance haha

feel free to shoot me writing prompts/art requests in my asks, or if you just want to talk i'm open for that ! <3

and now for some self-promotion :)

— FICS — 

multichaps

🌹 but i don't wanna dance (if i'm not dancing with you) - wesper ; high school au with fake dating || STATUS: ongoing, chapter 1/12

🌹 like fire and powder: a story of a romance torn apart by fate - wesper ; a romeo and juliet au || STATUS: ON HIATUS, chapter 1/5

🌹 and i wake with your memory (over me) - show!wesper ; college au || STATUS: uncomplete, chapter 2/6 [ON HIATUS]

oneshots

🕯️taught you the way you call me baby - wesper ; wylan calls jesper pretty boy. jesper loses his shit || 1.4k

🕯️ the day is gonna come (for your confession of love) - wesper ; college au involving drunken (almost) confessions and kisses || 1.3k

🕯️ i wanna teach you how forever feels - wesper ; post-ck domestic fluff, discussion of their future || 1.1k

🕯️ sparks fly (whenever you smile) - wesper ; based on the still released in december 2022 for shadow and bone || 1.3k

i pretty much exclusively write wesper. i have a few (really old) solangelo fics, and a couple from other assorted fandoms

—> find more on my ao3 !!

— FANARTS —

💣 wesper - original post

☀️ solangelo - original post

[theskymahtin]

Keeper of Words, Keeper of Worlds

Pairing: Solangelo

Summary:  Nico has a divine gift and uses it to search feverishly for a sister whose death is his fault. Will might be his answer.

Word Count: 2,265

Warnings: it’s ?? 

A journal made of paper scraps and scrambled words.

It is a heavy leather thing, nearly bursting with all of the fragments that have been pasted in. Sticky notes and odd corners erupting from the edges. A bookmark made from a red ribbon that is much too long; spilling from the center pages, trailing across the table, pooling against the floor like blood. A rubber band holding it all together, stretched nearly to the point of snapping.

Nico’s fingers tremble– quake– falter– twitch, twitch, twitch against the cover. Snag against the rubber band. It finally gives, biting angrily against his skin. Nico hisses between his teeth as its covers thud against the table, pages spilling open.

Mouth trembling, eyes flicking, searching, diving across the arrows and symbols and diagrams and pictures. A twisting, hideous road map with no end in sight. He snarls angrily at the sight of it.

Surely, by now, it should all make sense.

“A god? A monster? A fable? Ley lines cross here… too much iron. No, no no… I can’t go there. I do not want to be a man of war. Not again. Ares does not favor one man twice. That is why… after all…” Images flash across his vision, he shakes his head to rid himself of them.

Teeth chattering together, scarred hands painted with swaths of color flicking through pages. Fists slamming against the table again and again and again.

His palms skid across the wooden surface, eyes clenched shut in agony. “Athena, have mercy. I seek revelation. A spear of divine epiphany. Just a bit of hope… I seek…”

Stacks and stacks of tombs scattered around the room, spilling open, pages marked by anything that happened to be nearby–spoons, pencils, smaller books. Gutted pages are tacked onto the walls haphazardly, random sentences highlighted in glaring color. On the far wall, a mural born of divine inspiration is being overtaken by it.

“Mercy, Hades. Thanatos. I pray, I ask… Oh, gods. You have been so quiet. I don’t…” His breathing is coming in rough and ragged gasps. “Why now? When I was so close? So… So…”

Slowly, he crumples down as if being pressed by an invisible hand, fingers clawing across the table, struggling helplessly to keep him up. His knees find the ground and his whole body tips forward, fingers still seized against the ledge, the only thing keeping his forehead from meeting the tile.

“Who are you?” It’s hardly a breath, a broken, helpless breath. Tears press against the back of his eyelids, building gradually. His fortification will not be enough to fend them off, not this time. (He supposes, not every battle can be won.)

Dandelion fluff brushes against his cheeks and falls onto his shirt. No doors or windows are open.

Several minutes pass and then, like a blessing, a flower blooming, his trembling lips slowly part. “Ah. I see… I see.”

Head nodding, body flowing to the tides of unheard music. Fingers lurching from the table and palms cracking down against the cold floor. His arm lurches upward as if pulled by the wrist by a string and his hand clasps the ribbon dangling down in front of him, glinting.

“A chain, yes. To reality. I won’t let go. I won’t. You can trust me… Yes.”

All of the air rushes from his lungs at once and then slams back against him, leaving him reeling.

“Thank you,” he gasps, and unfolds himself, body stretching upward and head tipping back, tears slipping through his defenses. “Thank you.”

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He clutches the journal tight against his chest, rushing wind from the trains blowing past, buffeting his clothes and stinging his cheeks. The red ribbon is snapping and thrashing, tied so tight around his wrist it’s almost suffocating. His hair flails wildly around him.

“Just breathe deeply,” he chokes, his words snatched away just as quickly as they’re uttered.

“Just one last time,” the voice agrees, so quiet he hardly hears it.

Standing there between two tracks, the freights wailing past in opposite directions, it’s like being the eye of a storm.

When they finally come to an end, the wind cuts away so sharply that he gasps and almost folds downward. The same hand that had forced him down now holds him ups. Barely, by the collar of his shirt.

It lets go and he stumbles forward, eyes wild.

“Go.”

White fluff brushes his nose, dances in the air in front of him, carried by the wind, taunting him. It floats ahead of him, bobbing up and down.

His nails bite into the cover of his journal. “Yes.”

Nico presses on until his bones are aching. And finally, finally, he is here. Among the hollowed-out and lifeless forms of metal monsters put to sleep. In the dead of night, it truly feels like a grave yard.

Spray paint clouds the frames of metal queues, slowly wrapping around him with its fumes. He coughs and hacks and shakes up another can until it’s finished. Just as promised: a door.

But not for him. There is another. He is thanked, and he trudges on. Follows the dandelion seed sprinkled on the wind.

Exhaustion makes his vision swim and dwindle, his eyelids feel like heavy drop curtains whose ropes are failing. Still, one foot in front of the other, even if it is only inches at a time.

Driven by an unseen force, he scratches symbols into the dirt with a stray stick, his breath shaking and his mindless murmuring coming in irregular spurts, filling the air with their presence.

He drops forward in the middle of nowhere, his mind has finally given in where his body had hours ago.

-

Light stabs in against his eyes. He’s lying on his back now and the sun is bright up above him, an unforgiving assailant.

It’s as if sand has been poured down his throat and soaked up all of the moisture. He is now filled with it, weighed down against the dirt and grass. Unused to the load, his muscles cannot lift him.

“Spirit.” His voice rasps roughly against his tongue. “Why have you brought me here?”

A dandelion sways in the wind and, impossibly, the corner of his lip lifts in a smile.

“Ah. I see…” His eyes drift closed. “I see.”

The wind sighs against his skin.

“Until nightfall, then.”

Somehow, he manages to haul himself to his feet as the moon climbs the steep ridge of the sky. Knees wobbling underneath him, hands shaking at his sides, jaw quivering helplessly. The ribbon snakes down from his wrist through the grass, pools against the journal.

He plucks the dandelion and holds it out in front of him, twisting it back and forth in his fingers. Tilts his head to the side like a quietly interested cat.

“O, genus spiritus. Ostende te quaeso ad me.”

His life is made of fervent, hopeful prayers as he blows away the seeds and watches them float off in the breeze.

For a long moment, it’s completely silent, and Nico wants to collapse into the dirt, his last hope snatched away that easily.

All of this.

For nothing.

But then the wind picks up. At first, a change so slight it’s hardly noticeable. Over time, the force behind it shifts until it’s plowing into him from behind, until he feels as if he’s trapped between the two trains again; the eye of a storm.

Every dandelion seed for miles is snatched away, thrown into the wind. They come together in a swirling, massive cloud ten feet in front of him.

Slowly, slowly, the air stills again and the seeds start clearing away, revealing a man who is so achingly beautiful he may very well be a god.

Nico drops to his knees.

The man’s head slowly circles to the side and then tips back up at the sky, welcoming the cool moonlight upon his features.

His hair is spun gold and his skin is a map of the sky, charted with freckles like stars. His Adam’s apple bobs and his ribs lift and retract, his lips parting, drawing in the crisp air.

“It has been so long,” he breathes, and this is not the voice that has been speaking to him. Not the ugly, confounded grate of a long-dead thing, but as gentle and sweet as birdsong.

Nico stares at him in shock, his wrist is throbbing where the ribbon is cinched around it. “You are not the thing I have been talking to.”

The man smiles and lets his chin dip downward, his eyes flutter open. Looking into them, Nico feels as if he’s gazing upon the entire universe. He feels like he’s sinking further and further into the ocean and when he reaches the bottom, he’ll fall through into the crushing vastness of space.

“You wouldn’t think so, would you?” he muses, lips twitching. “I was imprisoned. You have set me free. Come, allow me to show you my gratitude.” He holds out his hand and Nico drags himself to his feet and stumbles toward him.

As soon as he touches him, the strength rushes back into his limbs, his thoughts feel more clear than they have in decades. The man lets out a soft noise, “You… have a beautiful mind.”

“I’ve been told that it’s a bit chaotic.” Nico’s voice is clenched and dry, his eyes blown open wide in wonder. “I’ve never met a god before.”

The man throws his head back and laughs, his grip tightening fractionally on Nico’s hand. Something inside Nico’s chest is unraveling.

“I am no god.” He lifts his other hand and slides his fingers across Nico’s wrist, over the ribbon. It falls away and coils into the grass, a sleeping snake; Nico feels like he can breathe again. “Though people have worshiped me as one.” His head tilts, his expression is so open, so guileless. It makes Nico’s heart ache. “Why is that? That humans flock to power?”

“We are broken creatures. All we want is for someone to repair us.”

The man nods. “My name is Will. I know that yours is Nico.”

Will holds out a thick scroll to Nico and he wonders where it came from. He didn’t see it appear, it feels as if it was always there and he just could not see it.

Nico takes it from him gingerly and starts unrolling it, eyes flicking across its inscription. “What is this?”

“A list of things human beings are afraid of. Which would you be saved from?”

Really, his asking: which do you fear the most? that you would have me take that blight away from you?

Nico’s fingers skip down the endless scrawl. Youth seeping through fingers. They falter. He sees his sister’s head lolling against his arm, blood pooling around her like a ribbon. Finding loneliness buried deep inside. They tremble sideways against the letters.

“This, here. I cannot be by myself any longer.”

Will smiles and touches his chin. “And you won’t be. I shall stay.”

Nico’s heart plummets. “No. No… I need my sister. Bianca. You must have known that… that’s…”

Shaking his head, strands of sunlight spilling down his forehead. “Death is the one thing I will not tamper with. It is definite, final, and reversing it only causes grief and pain and chaos. You do not want to see your sister reborn.” The way he says it makes a sick chill go down Nico’s spine.

He stares sightlessly at Will’s chest, his expression hollow. Dreams seen through eyes clouded with grief, slipping past his fingers. His chest feels like it’s caving in. “My sister. My baby sister. I thought that I could make it up to her, that I could bring her back.”

“She would not thank you.” His words are soft, meant to be an assurance, but they slice through Nico’s skin. “She is at peace. The dead do not want to be awoken… Pain… is such a human thing.”

Tears flee down Nico’s cheeks. “I’ve wasted so many years of my life.”

Distantly, he feels Will’s rough fingertips wiping them away. “I can give them back. Nico, come with me. I can give you purpose.”

How did he know? How could he have known what I need so desperately?

He nods, feeling numb, and feels wind swirling wildly around them, sweeping them away.

-

Hundreds of thousands of years pass in a whorl.

Years of Will by his side, Will holding his hand, Will spinning him in dances, Will asking him for help, Will teaching him how to heal.

Letting go of his sister was not easy, but Will made the task possible. Gave him something to hold onto, to hope for, to focus on instead of his unhealthy obsession.

They rule together, fair and just. Nico is his voice of reason, his mediator.

They lay side-by-side in a large bed made of branches that have been wound together. Flowering vines hang down over their heads and sunlight streams in from the glass ceiling, casting them in patterned shadows.

Nico stares at the man in front of him; his husband, his stronghold, his foundation. Will’s hair fans out around his head and his chest rises and falls just the slightest bit, his arm is thrown above his head.

Nico leans forward and kisses the soft skin of his wrist and smiles against it when he feels the tendons there twitch along with Will’s fingers; his hand pulls downward and cups Nico’s cheek, so he leans into it, a sigh breaking free from his lips.

And Will was right; he has found purpose.

[walkingaftermidnight07]

Oneshot requests!!

im opening up my ask box to any sort of oneshot fandom requests :D

Fandoms I will write for:

TSC (anything shadowhunters related)

Stranger Things

Rick Riordanverse

Harry Potter

Heartstopper

Young Royals

Simon Snow

i'll add to this list when there's more stuff but im blanking rn idk

Ships I'll write:

byler

steddie (fluff or angst)

ronance

lumax

Kit x Ty

Malec

Jemma

Clace

Sizzy

Dru x Ash

Herondaisy *or jordelia, they're the same lol*

any other shadowhunter ship that's canon. if theres another ship you'd be interested in seeing, just ask and i'll probably be willing to write it

Nick x Charlie

Tara x Darcy

Tao x Elle

Wilhelm x Simon

SnowBaz

Wolfstar

other than that, send asks for hp ships bc i geuninely can't think of any right now. i'll probably write whatever

Percabeth

Solangelo

any other Riordanverse ships i guess lol

I also write non ship related stuff so you can ask for that too!!

Types of oneshots I will write:

AUs of literally whatever you want

rewrites of scenes from different POVs

just like. characters interacting and it being adorable

angst

fluff

crossovers

anything ship related

fix its

honestly pretty much anything

note: i DO NOT write smut so please don't ask for it i will also not write anything too mature for characters that are underage in the fandom content. i also dont do characterXreader fics.

anything else im forgetting? idk i think that's all. anyways, i'll try to get these done as soon as i can and i will also take tag requests if you wanna know when i post new oneshots.

ok that's it :D byeee

[thebigqueer]

Thinking about Solangelo and their characters...

I feel like being in a relationship with Nico is probably something Will is so so so so excited about. But there are some points where he gets a little... jealous, too. 

Here he is, dating one of the most powerful demigods of the century. They’re well-known for his strength and heroic decisions. Nico is the kind of hero the gods would write epics about. 

And here is Will, merely a healer. In comparison, Nico’s the sun, but Will is just another planet in his orbit. He hasn’t done the same things that Nico has, hasn’t even deserved the same attention that Nico does. 

He’s jealous. Why doesn’t he get to have these powers? Why does he have to be so fucking useless? Dating Nico is beautiful, it’s amazing, it’s full of laughter and sunny smiles. But dating them is also a constant reminder that Will is... nothing. 

That’s not to say that Will doesn’t acknowledge the tragedies Nico has been through, the absolutely horrifying things he’s seen. It’s not really about that, though... It’s more about how much more important Nico is. Will feels like a shadow, which is ironic, because isn’t Nico the one who uses those kinds of powers? 

Will doesn’t share this with Nico, though. Why would he? Nico doesn’t deserve that. It’s not even his fault; it’s Will’s for even having these thoughts. 

But when Nico does find out, boy does he get angry. How could Will ever think that? Doesn’t he understand that without him, the entire camp would be reduced to ashes? Doesn’t he understand that he is important? Without him, the camp would be absolutely nothing. He’s a powerful healer, one of the best. Nico is so heartbroken to think he even thinks that about himself. 

“But I’ve lost so many lives... More than I’ve saved.” 

“But you saved them, Will. You brought them back from the brink of death. I’ve seen their souls etching to get out, to go down to the Underworld, almost completely untethered from their bodies. But you pull them right back in and save them. How many people can do that? You’re more important than you think you are. Without you, imagine all the people we wouldn’t have here.” 

Because Will is important. He’s strong-willed (pun intended) and ready to fight for those he loves, even if he doesn’t exactly take the “direct approach” to fighting. He’ll hang on to hope until the very end.

The camp needs that. 

[yourstarringrole]

「Hanahaki!Leo」

「Hanahaki!Leo」

Hi. It’s me. I had this idea a while back and wanted to write it down, but found it really difficult to start and finish. So, yeah, this took me one whole month to finish. But, on the bright side, solangelo and (just a little bit) of valangelo is in this AU, and although this is a little depressing, I hope you enjoy! Bye! Muah! -Venus

Leo never really realized that Calypso didn’t like him like he did to her

He didn’t live long enough to realize that

It all started when they arrived at Camp Half-Blood, basking in all their glory as they touched down on the emerald green blades of glass

They had just traveled the world together, visiting the deepest and darkest dungeons of the ancient Pyramid of Giza and flying over the white marble arches of New Rome

They had gone through everything together, accidents, crash landings, being spotted by mortals... you name it, they’ve done it

Leo’s heart was beating a little faster every time Calypso laughs that beautiful laugh of hers

His mind was running a little wilder every time she looks his way and smiles

It didn’t take him long before he was hopelessly in love with her

I wish I could say the same about Calypso

Sure, she did enjoy his company and, yes, she did feel comfortable enough to hold his hand in hers

But she just didn’t get the same jolt of electricity like Leo did every time they had touched each other

She didn’t know her one innocent smile was as deadly as a poisoned dagger, going straight for Leo’s undefended heart

The butterflies in his stomach should’ve been was a warning sign, a warning sign that Leo ignored as he chased after her untouchable heart

Like someone had once said, “it was all fun and games until someone falls in love”, or loses an eye, depending on the version you prefer

Leo was in his cabin, sketching up a VR machine design for Piper and listening to some music when violent coughs wracked his whole body

His lungs were on fire, burning down to ashes as he layer his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself, but it just kept going

When the coughing finally seized, he felt something sticky and warm oozing from his lips and onto his palm

He took his hand off and stared in horror as warm, sticky blood dripped from the palm of his hand and down his wrist

And laying in the midst of the red puddle was a single pink petal, laying there, soundly asleep

It took him no time to never speak of that incident again

But nothing would change his mind about Calypso and the godly halo around her every time she sticks her bottom lip out and pretends to be mad

He did nothing with the pain in his chest, the very pain that ended up ripping him apart

Petals kept falling from his delicate lips, but he hid that well

He started to stay in his cabin more and more, claiming he had work to do

No one really knows about his dirty little secret, no one really notices anyways

Probably because he hides everything so well

When he wants it hidden, it stays hidden, until he wants it to be found

Piper was the only one who actually started worrying for him

There was this one time when Leo ran out of the mess hall, tugging at his shirt as if he was in pain, his face twisted in agony as he tries to hold the hacking and coughing in

Piper followed him out, only to find him lying a few hundred feet away, a pool of his own blood and a few petals gathering near his mouth, writhing and gasping for air desperately

She was about to let out a shrill scream when Leo pulled her down to the ground by her wrist, pale lips pressing into a thin smile

“Gotcha” he rasped out, his voice breaking with letter

He was thrown back into a heavy fit of coughing, and to Piper’s horror, thick red liquid dripped from his lips, staining the emerald blades ruby

“Leo?! Are you ok?! You-you’re coughing up blood!”

“Woah, beauty queen! I’m totally fine! This is nothing, really. But you have to promise not to tell anyone else about this. Promise me!” His tone became urgent, desperate, begging even

“But-!” “Swear on River Styx you wouldn’t tell anyone!” “...okay.”

Big mistake

Nyssa found his body three days later, lying on a bed of flowers stained with his very own blood

Needless to say, the Seven were downright heartbroken

They had just gotten their friend back, only to lose him again, this time never to return

No one could wipe the image of Piper clinging to Leo’s cold, lifeless body, sobbing as Jason sat by her side, silent tears trailing down his own face out of their minds

The cold and menace glint in Percy’s normally relentless ocean eyes sent a chill down everyone’s spine

The puffiness under Hazel’s golden eyes and her gaunt cheekbones didn’t go unnoticed by campers. Neither did Frank’s worries expression and his slumped posture

The tired look in Annabeth’s eyes as she broke down crying in front of Leo scared everyone

The absence and sudden social withdrawal of Nico shocked everyone

Who knew he actually cared that much?

Will found him passed out on the cold marble floor of the Cabin of Hades, pale as bones

He was in a coma for weeks

The sight of him laying there, alive but not living, shattered Will to his core

He sat by his side, day and night, crying into his lukewarm, skeletal hands and silently praying to his father

“Hanahaki” a whisper echoed in the empty infirmary, waking Will from his light slumber

His sleepless sapphire eyes met with hollow onyx ones, staring tiredly into the oceans of his crystallised eyes

“Um, Hana-what now?”

“Hanahaki. The disease of one sided love.”

A silent tear slipped down his olive face as he wept silent, burying his face into his hands

Will silently pulled him into his warm embrace, resting his chin on top of his unruly black waves, stroking his back gently as salty tears fell from his own eyes

If they had known earlier, maybe Leo would’ve had a chance to live...

As for Miss Calypso...she is completely oblivious that Leo’s death was her fault

She was sad that she lost a really good friend, but thought nothing more of it

The seven and Nico never spoke to her, even if it was about something vital, like Capture the Flag strategies

Like, ever again

Leo wasn’t someone you’d forget easily

To this day, Frank still feels sadness and grief wash over him every time someone does something goofy

To this day, Annabeth still feels pain tugging at her heartstrings every time someone tries to deny their intelligence

To this day, Percy still feels anger and shame shiver down his spine every time someone calls him by the nickname of “water boy”

To this day, Hazel still feels a gaping hole in her chest every time she sees someone smile

To this day, Jason still feels a dull ache in his heart every time someone cracks a joke

To this day, Nico still feels hollow every time he lays eyes on cabin nine

To this day, Piper still breaks down when the word “Leo” is mentioned in any conversations

One thing’s for certain, Camp Half-Blood would never be the same again

[solange-lol]

Solangelo Fic Awards 2019 - Winners!

Happy Valentines Day everybody!

Once again a big thank you to everyone who submitted, voted, and supported me all while running this again. Be sure to let me know if you would like to see this a third time around in 2020!

And now, our winners!

(click here to see the nominations)

Best Fluff - Winners:

First Place: for the first time in forever I won’t be alone  by @significant-what

Second Place: Dirty Laundry by @buoyantsaturn

Third Place: The End Of The Earth At 3am by SpencerMalloy (@spencerwritestuff)

Best Smut - Winners:

First Place: The Knight and the Necromancer by @gatesofember

Second Place: Resolution by @gatesofember

Third Place: Healing With Dr. Solace by AAThanatos (@shleezaemour)

Best Angst- Winners:

First Place: From The Ashes by @gatesofember

Second Place: Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink​ / @bookplush​

Third Place: when you look to the night skies, don’t think of goodbyes by @solange-lol

Best AU - Winners:

First Place: And I Can’t Stop by @significant-what

Second Place: My Neighbor, The Sex God by Cherrypie62666 (@cherrywrites626)

Third Place: paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick

Best Chaptered (Finished) - Winners:

First Place: Normal Lives by Delta_Rose (@delta-roseblr)

Second Place: With The Lights On by nikkiRA (@aravenlikeawritingdesk)

Third Place: Christmas looks good on you by @significant-what

Best Chaptered (Unfinished) - Winners:

First Place: I’m in Hell by @buoyantsaturn

Second Place: Will of the Sun by HonorH (@rubyhonor)

Third Place: querencia by @significant-what

Congrats to all of our winners! If you didn’t place this year, better luck next time, this just gives you a bigger reason to keep writing!

[multifandom-damnation]

Take care of him

Nico was ready to kill a man.

Fatigue gnawed at his bones and the pull of irritation was hard to ignore. This morning, he was tasked to teach the younger campers sword fighting, trying to keep his temper when kids gave him cheek and questioned his teachings.

Nico wondered how much trouble he would get in for summoning skeletons and scaring the kid.

Will had asked him to help in the infirmary, running around and fetching bandages. Almost as soon as he said goodbye to Will and left the infirmary, he got into a fight with some stronzo who taunted him, making his blood boil. He was at the end of his tether, all the other campers knew it and left him alone. Nico couldn’t go to his cabin, to fume in the comfortable silent darkness because Hazel was there, visiting with Frank and Reyna.

Nico just wanted to be alone. After stalking towards the training arena, he was now taking his anger and stress of the turbulent morning out on a training dummy.

A hand landed heavily on his shoulder and he froze, his swinging sword slowing and falling flat. Sweat dripped down his face, staining his shirt. Panting like a dog and adrenalin pumping through his veins, electric and thick, as he prepared himself for a fair-dinkum fight.  The hand on his shoulder didn’t move, so Nico grabbed it and twisted it, spinning around and placing his thumbs in the middle of the palm and pushed. Looking up through his hair, he saw who it was and hastily drooped their hand, taking a few steps back with his arms up.

“Sorry Clarisse,” He apologised, the last of his adrenaline draining from his body. “Gods, you scared the crap out of me. Is everything ok?”

Clarisse didn’t take any steps towards Nico. In fact, she looked a little awkward. She was fiddling with the handle of her dagger, but not in a menacing way. Nico couldn’t be more confused. “Uhhh Clarisse?” He prompted.

Clarisse had her fingers tugging at the back of her hair. Sighing, Clarisse turned her back on Nico. “Follow me.” She called over her shoulder.

Tentatively, Nico slid his sword back into its place on his belt and slowly followed her. Still apprehensive from his tantrum from before, the other campers we’re still leaving him be, giving him a wide berth as he made his way after the daughter of Ares. Nico didn’t feel the least bit sorry.

He found Clarisse sitting on Half-Blood Hill, leaning against Thalia’s pine-tree and overlooking the camp.  Nico slowly sat down beside her, crossing his legs and putting his hands in his lap. He didn’t want to break the non-volatile silence they had, but he really wanted to know what they were doing up here.

“What do you think of Will?” She asked, and Nico was taken aback.

“Ummm…” The words he wanted to use to describe the shining star in his unending darkness, his happiness incarnate, turned to ash on his tongue, making him unable to find the words. “I love him. Why?”

Clarisse didn’t answer, instead stared out toward Cabin 7, eyes darting towards the infirmary. Needless to say, Nico felt a little sceptical. “Listen, Clarisse, did you just bring me up here to ask me what I thought of my boyfriend or did you have something important to tell me? Because if that’s all, I have other things to do.”

Clarisse snorted but didn’t move her eyes away from Apollo’s cabin. “Yeah, like beating the crap out of a dummy.” Her voice didn’t have any of the usual bite, the usual gruffness that accompanied the usual sarcasm. “I’m only asking because I care about him.”

“Why would you care about Will?” Nico questioned, peering out at the camp, spying Will coming out of the infirmary and smiling to himself.

Clarisse sighed, reaching up and fiddling with the beads on her necklace. Nico hadn’t realised that she had almost the same number of beads as Will, and Nico wondered if they had been friends in those years alone. “I’ve known him for a very long time. Almost as long as I’ve been at camp. I just want to make sure that nothing’s wrong.”

Nico couldn’t understand why Clarisse would care. Especially about Will. “What’s Will got to do with anything?”

Gnawing at her lip, Clarisse turned from the camp to look intently at Nico. Her stare made him a little uncomfortable, making meeting her gaze difficult. “I will not let anything happen to Will Solace.” She alleged, gently putting her hand on Nico’s knee, making him flinch. “Gentle” and “caring” were not common words used to describe Clarisse or her actions, and Nico was surprised that they were being targeted towards him and Will. “And that includes making sure that he is taken care of.”

“Why wouldn’t I take care of him?”

Clarisse looked down. “Will has had some shit happen to him. Michael died, during the battle of Manhattan, and then he was made head councillor of his cabin. He’s the best healer in the camp, and he’s had to…” Her voice trailed off, catching in her throat. “He’s only 15.” She whispered sadly, taking in a breath.

Nico wanted to comment that he was 14 and knew how Will felt, but he didn’t want to ruin what he had with Clarisse. “So you wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt Will?” He asked instead.

“No,” she amended, smiling. Like this, Nico thought she looked almost… nice? The years of battle and hardship had drained from her features and the fiery anger had vanished from her eyes. Nico didn’t usually care about looks, but right now, he thought Clarisse was rather beautiful. “I wanted to make sure you loved him enough to help me look after him and not just leave him alone.”

Nico sighed, holding back a smile. “Clarisse, I’m not going to let anything happen to Will. I swear on the River Styx. I love him too much to hurt him. Why do you think I helped him out in the infirmary? Why do you think he slept in my cabin when that nymph had a miscarriage? I wouldn’t let anything happen to him if there is something I can do to fix it.”

Nodding, Clarisse put her hand out with a grin. Not a violent, conniving grin, but a relaxed one. Nico liked that one better. He thrust his hand out to meet hers, and they shook.

A glowing window of rainbow light appeared next to Nico, and without thinking he quickly fished around inside his pockets for a drachma to throw into the Iris Message.

Will’s smiling face appeared in the window and he waved. “Hey Neeks,” Will laughed, pushing his hair back away from his face. “What are you doing on Half-Blood Hill?” Catching sight of Clarisse, Will tilted his head. “Hey Clarisse, is everything going on?”

“Everything is fine.” Nico assured, “We were just coming back to camp now. I’ll meet you at your cabin?”

Will’s grin grew “See you soon!” and the Iris Message faded.

Nico stood. “We should probably get back down there. You coming?” He asked Clarisse, thrusting out his hand to help her up. She looked at it before she took it, and he hefted her to her feet.

They walked back down towards the camp, but as they made it over the lake, the demigod from before came up beside them and shoved Nico in the shoulder. Nico regained his balance and just kept walking, trying to ignore him. He was with a group of campers, and they all started taunting him. Nico placed his hand on his scabbard as he saw the demigod approach him again, but the daughter of Ares stood between them.

“Get lost punk,” she growled, lip curling. The anger was back on her face, and Nico thought that this time, it was justified. “Or I’ll beat your ass ten days ‘till Sunday.”  

The campers scattered, and they continued their silent walk back to camp.

When Nico spied Will out the front of the Apollo cabin, he said goodbye to Clarisse and went to meet him. Clarisse’s hand on his shoulder again stopped him, and he turned to face her.

She was smiling. “Take care of him.” She whispered, dropping her hand.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He promised. He walked over to Will and after embracing him, Will walked into his cabin, leaving the door open for Nico. Before Nico walked inside, he turned and gave a thumbs up to the daughter of Ares and her heart swelled knowing that her friend was in good hands.

Hi! This is a birthday gift for @willyoubemybuddy ! Happy birthday Shan, my first internet friend. I hope you have a great day x I got this prompt from Helen on AO3 approximately 158 days ago according to the comment on my last Solangelo fic. I started writing it then but didn’t know how to continue it, but Shannons birthday gave me the motivation I needed. Sorry, it’s so short and so shitty haha. I tried. Love you Shan x (”stronzo” means “idiot” in Italian and as I am Italian as well, I thought it would be fitting) Bye!

[rosyredlipstick]

somebody’s old friend (1/4)

The night began with wine and dinner, cake and champagne. It began with boring conversation, tense smiles, and eyes that should not have been lingering. A gathering, with known names and too-sweet comments. This was a party of politics, and everyone there knew it. This is where it began. But the night of October 23rd 1969, a date that would later go down in Chicago city history, truly started with a murder. But even before that - a scream. - The PJO Murder Mystery AU

“Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend.” - Agatha Christie

It was five in the morning of the 24th of October, the sky was just beginning to pink, and she was still covered in blood.  

Her pupils were wide and dilated but her chin was steady as she angled up her face to meet his gaze. Her body seemed to be going into shock without her permission, and she was choosing to ignore the symptoms instead. In her seat, she was shivering, the action causing her metal cuffs to clang harshly against the table. Chiron vaguely wondered if he should be fetching her a blanket.

Instead, he focused on the still-warm photos that had just been shoved into his hands moments prior to entering the room. He kept his expression clear, and took a moment of nonchalance to flick the building ash off his burning cigarette.

“Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano,” The Chief read off the file, taking a seat in front of the young woman. “You’re the first interview of seven to discuss what happened last night at the di Angelo Manor.” Chiron clicked his tongue, taking another drag of his cigarette. The newspapers had already managed to grab up the story and they were already bloodthirsty for the few facts the officers few called to the scene could figure out.

He eyed the girl critically. “Three murders in one night, and you’re the first to talk.” He cocked his head to the side, “Why is that? What happened last night?”

He set the crime scene photo in front of her, but she hardly winced. They were graphic, even for a seasoned Chief officer such as Chiron himself. She hardly spared them a glance, only meeting Chiron’s heavy gaze with a serious air. She leaned in, and seemed not to notice the metal of her handcuffs clicking against the table at the action, holding her back.

“I know everything that happened that night,” She told him in a hushed voice, her words rushed. “And you’re going to need to listen to me very closely.”

The night began with wine and dinner, cake and champagne. It began with boring conversation, tense smiles, and eyes that should not have been lingering. A gathering, with known names and too-sweet comments. This was a party of politics, and everyone there knew it. This is where it began.

But the night of October 23rd 1969, a date that would later go down in Chicago city history, truly started with a murder. But before that - a scream.

“She’s…dead.” Will stood up with wide eyes, the tips of his fingers glazed with her blood. At his quiet announcement, there was a gasp that sounded all throughout the room. They had all rushed in at Hazel’s horrified scream, and Will had gone to the body - so obviously dead - immediately. His hands were shaking - tips of scarlet thick on his fingers - and his skin was an ashen pale.

“We - we have to call someone,” Hazel breathed out, horror still etched on her face. She stumbled back, leaning into the wallpaper. Her brother was at her side in a second, his arm around her for support.

“The power’s out,” Leo was shaking his head, wide-eyed, disbelieving, his gaze glued to carpet that had previously been a soft cream. “And the towncars won’t be back until the morning.”

“There must be something....” Hazel trailed off, unsure, now clenching her brother’s sleeve.

“We’re stuck here until then,” Annabeth’s voice was barely steady as she leaned into Percy’s side, probably what she thought to be subtle. Percy was quiet and still at her side. “We’re stuck here with…her.”

“Her name was Drew,” Piper snapped, but her eyes were not misty. “And she was my sister.”

“Now’s no time to fight,” Jason stepped forward, his hands up in a placating manner. “We can’t panic right now.”

“Someone’s dead,” Frank hissed at the other boy, “I think now is the perfect time to panic.”

“She was stabbed,” Reyna’s heavy gaze flickered over each one of them. “She was stabbed, and we’re the only ones here.” She bend down low to examine the body, and only cocked her head slightly to the side before meeting the gazes of the others. “She was murdered by someone here.”

This was obvious. One of them had done it. But there were other things not as obvious, not as clear. Such as -

Why was Will Solace in such a rush to touch the body first? Why would he want his prints all over an already obviously dead girl? What was he trying to put there?

Why was Hazel Levesque so faint at the sight of blood, despite working with it at her volunteer job at the hospital? Why would this push her over the edge? And that dark stain on her dark dress - was it really the gravy she claimed to have spilled on herself at dinner?

Why did Nico di Angelo - notoriously dark - seem to be the most composed out of all of them? He had hardly winced at the sight, after all, and why was that? He was had such dark humor, yes, but he hadn’t even winced nor gasped at the sight, almost like he had been expecting it, and why was that, Nico?

Why was Leo Valdez so quick to dismiss a way out - wasn’t he the most capable to fix - or break - the wires of electricity around here? And wasn’t he the only one with a criminal record - two counts of arson - here? And wasn’t Drew provoking the boy during tea time, saying cruel and mean things that had the boy stomping out of the room, away from the crowd?

Why was Annabeth Chase feeling so off, leaning into another? And didn’t she have a not-so-secret dislike of the other sister, claiming on several occasions that she just wanted the other girl ‘gone’ after Drew had made one-too-many attempts to steal off Annabeth’s fiancé?

Why was Percy Jackson so uncharacteristically quiet, content to let them fight before him? He had never been a quiet soul before, why was he so suddenly now? Percy, what are you hiding?

Why was Piper McLean so snappish and upset over her dead sister, despite their notoriously terrible relationship? And what about the rumor that Drew was attempting on stealing away Piper’s share of the family fortune?

Why was Jason Grace the one to always put on a peacekeeper role, one to always douse himself in a white light? And what was in his coat pocket, weighing it down, like it hadn’t before? And what’s that scratch on your face, Jason? Still bleeding?

Why was Frank Zhang so agitated, despite his usual calm nature? Why was he so eager to pick a fight with the other boy? Did it have anything to do with his recently scrubbed clean hands - so much so, that they were still an angry red?

And why was Reyna Ramirez-Arellano so quick to place the blame on others, on one of them?

It’s a mystery.

Notes:

i posted a drabble of this like, two months ago  but I wanted to post something official for halloween before finals killed me sooo. here's a heeeella short prologue. Chapter 2 will be much longer promise. Four chapters is a loose estimate.

There aren't a lot of ships in this fic btw bc, you know, murder.

i finally decided who's the murder ANY GUESSES. Any idea for who the other two murders are? I love murder mystery's so much. so sorry i did you do bad baby girl drew ily also im considering a short solangelo vampire au (hahaha sHORT) before the month is over so like, keep an eye out for that if you want! i listened to lana del ray's paradise while writing this so hEAVY VIBES FROM THAT

[last-an-eon]

proudnerdnet tag; I was tagged by @confusingconfounding, I apologize for how long it took, I didn’t get a notification for it for some reason?

tagging (10 people) @till-proven-guilty @mausmurder @punkrockpeggy @crutchieheadcanons @hali-ra @newt-scamander-niffler @acciolunalovegood @september-sapphires @wolfenshire @officially-a-magizoologist

What is your name? Eon

How old are you? 17

What kind of blog do you run? Okay. It was supposed to be an ask blog, but then I decided NAH and it’s turned into the big messed-up jumble of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson and too many musicals and complaining about asthma

What is your biggest nerdy obsession? Anything to do with a musical. Especially Newsies or Heathers or Dear Evan Hansen or Sweeney Todd or

Who is your favourite character of all time? HOOOO BOY

Crutchie (Newsies), Racetrack (Newsies), Luna (Harry Potter), Neville (Harry Potter), Jared (Dear Evan Hansen), Evan (Dear Evan Hansen), Motel (Fiddler on the Roof), Toby (Sweeney Todd), J.D. (Heathers), Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts), Laurens (Hamilton), Eliza (Hamilton), Augustus (Fault in Our Stars), Sadie (Kane Chronicles), Wasabi (Big Hero 6), Nico (Percy Jackson), Fiyero (Wicked), Elphaba (Wicked)

What is your favourite book of all time? HOOOO BOY Part 2

Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Kane Chronicles, Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Heroes of Olympus, Narnia, Fault in Our Stars, How to Raise Unicorns, 

What is your favourite magical creature? The Phoenix; I love the idea that something can die and burn and then rise from the ashes in a brand new skin.

What made up object do you wish was real? How I think of it is that everything exists, just maybe not on your plane of reality. What I wish existed in this reality would have to be the Invisibility Cloak that was passed down from Death to father to son until it got to Harry Potter.

Where do you wish you went to school? Hogwarts. No, Ilvermorney. No Hogwarts. No,

Name your favourite ships.  HOOOO BOY Part 3 (!!)

     WolfStar (LupinXSirius) (Harry Potter)

     Jaran (EvanXJared) (Dear Evan Hansen)

     Evor (EvanXConnor) (Dear Evan Hansen)

     Solangelo (NicoXWill) (Percy Jackson)

     Lams (AlexanderXJohn) (Hamilton)

     JefferMad (JeffersonXMadison) (Hamilton)

     Haliza (AlexanderXEliza) (Hamilton)

     Mietel (MotelXTzietel) (Fiddler on the Roof)

     plus too many more

Which character do you want to marry? Crutchie Morris (Newsies)

What is your favourite song? anything *deep breath* NEWSIES, DEAR EVAN HANSEN, NEXT TO NORMAL, HAMILTON, SWEENEY TODD *another deep breath* VERY POTTER MUSICAL, WICKED *camera pas off, voice fading into distance, still continuing*

What is 3 facts nobody knows about you? I’m terrified, not of the dark, but of what I can’t see in the dark. As soon as my parents are out of the house, the OBC soundtrack of (insert musical here) is playing and I’m acting as specific characters and it’s so much fun oh my gosh. I’m working on a play that will probably never be finished because I’m so picky about everything that I usually rip out about as much as I write when I sit down to work on it.

Least fave book of all times and why? I really dislike the book The Secret Life of Bees. My parents made me read it to try to decrease my fear of bees, but I went into multiple panic attacks while reading it and so I still don’t like it.

What characters are you role models? Luna, Davey (Newsies), James Madison, Remus Lupin, Eliza Hamilton

Favourite video game? Super Smash Bros. Or those old Club Penguin D.S. games.

Are you proud to be a nerd? why? YESS YES YEEESSS. It helps me find people who can handle my weirdness, and often have weirdness to match.

[theskymahtin]

cannot believe,,,, tonight i was video chatting my partner and they started telling me about this fic they were reading and at first i was just like okay sounds good sounds great ! but then it started to sound Familiar and I just sat there like,,, literally covering my mouth, the most delighted/shocked/amused fucking expression on my face, trying SO HARD not to say anything as I let them keep going like mhm mhm babe tell me more!! and what happened next??? :O and SURE ENOUGH it was my fucking fic !!! that I wrote three whole years ago and they were just telling me the whole premise and how good it was and finally I had to break in and be like "wait wait wait wait wait that's MY fic!!!!" and they were like "what the FUCK?!?! You're sherasaidgaywrites?!?!" and I was like "YA!!!" and we just laughed about it for So Long but then they told me that it made them cry and that it made them feel so validated and shit about their gender expression and it basically made them realize how much they want to start embracing and reinventing their femininity and just.. holy shit..... sorry babes but is it really romance if your partner doesn't read something you wrote without knowing it's your writing and have a whole euphoric epiphany about their gender because of it

[theskymahtin]

Fanfic Masterlist

Here is an up-to-date list of all of my fanfiction

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I have written Solangelo, Snowbaz, and Pynch! Click on the ship heading to view my tag for that ship, click on the titles to bring you to a specific fanfic. 

Solangelo

Atramentous: (Chaptered Fic, High School AU - Angst and Fluff)  Four years ago, Nico’s life was perfect. He had two loving parents, a caring older sister, and a beautiful house in Italy. Then a fire started in their house and everything Nico loved crumbled along with the walls and family photos. Now, Nico and his dad live in America with Nico’s step mom and sister, but Hades is almost never home and Nico has hardly smiled since the fire. Maybe the boy who just moved in across the street can help him bring a stop to the relentless bullying Nico has been dealing with for two years, and maybe he can teach him to smile again in the process.

Fulmination: (Chaptered Fic, Superhero AU)  Will is a part of the city’s elite force of superheroes and he’s only one who can defeat The Wraith, a fearsome entity born of shadows and violence. (But recently, Will is starting to think that maybe The Wraith isn’t the villain he seems to be.)

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Take A Break: (Mortal College AU - Mindless Fluff) It turns out that Nico can barely function when Will kisses his neck

Get Better Kisses: (Mortal Childhood AU - Fluff) They’ve been best friends forever and Nico may or may not be abusing Will’s “magic kisses”

Song Current: (Siren AU - Lots of Plot ?? Kisses ??) Will is a siren. Nico is weak.

Smoke: (Mortal AU - dOMestIC, Steamy Kisses) Will is distracting and Nico burns dinner.

Upside-Down: (Non-AU - Mindless Fluff) Nico and Will sittin’ in a tree…

Without Words: (Undefined - Steamy Kisses) Basically, Nico and Will are kissing and being sweet (a lot of these are kiss prompts from a prompt post okay)

Ticklish: (Non-Au - Fluff) Nico claims he’s not ticklish, Will isn’t so sure

If You Insist: (Mortal College AU? - Steamy Kisses) exactly what it sounds like (the last of the kiss prompts!)

Unconventional: (Mortal AU - Fluff) Will has been worrying himself sick over this for months, trying to make it perfect, so why in the world does this seem like the perfect time? They’re not even wearing pants, they’re watching Groundhog Day for gods’ sake

It Goes Like This: I Want and I Want and I Want: (Mortal AU - Unprecedented Amounts of Fluff and Angst) Of the course of love and heartbreak

It Goes Like This: I Hurt and I Heal and I Break: (Mortal AU - Angst and fluff) Part 2 of the It Goes Like This duology

Sshh, Sshh: (Non-AU - Mild Angst, Fluff) Will asked Nico out on a date and Nico is hopelessly, ridiculously late

Cursed: (Soulmate AU - Angst) The name on Nico’s arm is “Solace” and Percy tells him he’s lucky, but he’s not so sure

Bloody Knuckles: (Mortal AU - Mild Angst, Fluff) Nico is always getting into fights and Will is always cleaning up his messes

A Rush of Chemicals or a Vital Thing: (College AU - Enemies to Lovers) Will is optimistic, Nico is cynical, and they both have very different views on love. (And someone definitely has a sense of humor, whether it be God or fate or their philosophy professor.)

Truth: (Mortal AU - Angst and Fluff) Will doesn’t want to lose him again and Nico doesn’t want to leave

Where Have You Been: (Rockstar AU. Singer!Will - Angst and Fluff) - Will Solace is the lead singer of Day Fighter, a rock band that’s gotten wildly popular since they released their album Of The Angel. Will has everything he’s ever wanted, he should happy, but the irony of it all is that the boy who inspired the album that brought him so much fame is the exact reason he’s not happy. Nico di Angelo disappeared three years ago, leaving a three-word note and the necklace he used to wear every day as the only evidence that he ever existed.

Overheard: (Mortal AU - Fluff) Will and Cecil really need a new phone and Nico is weak for boys with freckles

Mercurial: (Singer!Nico AU - Fluff, Very Vague Nudity) Nico di Angelo has a voice like charred cinnamon and Will Solace is addicted

Abandoned: (Angel of Death!Nico - Fluff and Angst) Will Solace finds love hidden in a hauntingly abandoned theme park and it’s not quite what he expected.

Ticket Boy: (Movie Theater AU - Fluff) Nico likes movies, but he likes the boy who works at the theater a lot more

Earth Angel: (50s AU - Fluff, Very Minor Angst) 1954 isn’t the most progressive year, Will’s family isn’t the most open-minded, and Nico di Angelo isn’t the safest boy to have set his sights on. But Will is stubborn.

Pretty: (Mortal AU, Fem!Nico - Minor Angst, Fluff) Nico has never felt quite right– he’s always liked pretty things and he’s always been afraid to express himself. And Will wants to fix that.

Keeper of Words, Keeper of Worlds: (Fantasy AU, Angst & Fluff) Nico has a divine gift and uses it to search feverishly for a sister whose death is his fault. Will might be his answer.

Snowbaz

Hungry and Wild Things: (Canon Divergence - Angst, Fluff, Steamy Kisses, Slightly NSFW) Simon is going on and on about Wellbelove and Baz has had enough of it

Just This: (Canon Divergence - Angst, Fluff) Their fate has always been laid out for them, Baz will kill Simon unless Simon gets to him first, but neither of them really wants that

Tastes Like Destruction: (High School AU - Slight Angst, Steamy Kisses) Baz and Simon are best friends, but lately Baz is distant and Simon is frustrated. (But really Baz is desperate and Simon is flustered and they’re both hopeless.)

With C With Course Charcoal and Crumbling Chalk: (High School AU - Minor Angst, Fluff) Baz Pitch doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, he wears it on a wall because walls are impersonal and Simon Snow can’t get too close.

Flour, Flower: (Bakery/Flower Shop AU, Fluff) Baz manages the family bakery, Simon works at the family flower shop, and one day their worlds collide.

Afflatus: (Artist!Baz and dancer!Simon - Fluff, Pining) Baz is an artist and Simon is his unwitting muse

Pynch

A Myth More Real: (Fairytale AU - Fluff) To find Glendower, they must first find the Greywaren. (Or: Ronan is a legend, Gansey is the son of a Lord, Adam is intuitive, and the Greywaren isn’t as aloof and powerful as he’d like to have them think.)

Honeyed: (Non-AU - Fluff, Vague Nudity) There’s the lake, and it’s beautiful, but Adam is better. (Or: Adam and Ronan skinny dip in broad daylight and are massive dorks.)  

Rhyme and Reason: (Non-AU - Fluff) With everything going on, Adam and Ronan haven’t really talked yet.

I Worship You, Your Fingers Snag My Soul: (Post Canon, Smut) Ronan does some contemplation during mass and then comes home to his second object of worship. He likens Adam unto God’s creations, Adam likens him unto God.

[theskymahtin]

Fulmination

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Will's stomach was in his throat and his sensible thoughts were buried deep beneath everything else as he clutched at The Wraith like his flaccid form could somehow save them both.

Falling is all heart-wrenching terror, air whipping past and clawing viciously, and too much time to think, but not enough to do. It's shock and a heartbeat that seems to be frozen, breath being sucked out of lungs. Legs kicking and twitching and wheeling.

Lumine had a brief moment of realization that the boy he was clutching at might have already been dead and it wouldn't have mattered if he was still alive, anyway, because they were both going to be a large splat on the pavement in a matter of seconds. He was desperately clenching his eyes shut, his mind dredging up hopeless wishes that he could just float, be as light as light itself. So, that's what he clung to, what his frenzied mind stuck all of its will and strength into instead of the ground rushing up to meet them at dizzying, impossible speeds.

Images of rays bending and swirling and rushing around them, soaking into their skin until they were nothing but blinding, radiate, weightless light.

Will's whole world jerked, a force knocking him so hard in the ribs that he gasped and almost lost his grip on The Wraith, his eyes flying open and nearly popping out as he tried to suck oxygen back into his caving lungs. It was only when he finally had his breathing under control that his eyes focused and he realized what was happening, what he was seeing.

There, barely five feet below them, was the pavement, and they were hovering above it. Weightless. In that tiny moment of utter disbelief, Will immediately lost whatever concentration he'd been clinging to in the back of his mind, and his stomach took another leap for his throat, coming out in the form of a strangled yelp as they plummeted the remaining distance.

They landed in a mass if limbs and torsos and knocked foreheads and pain. Will rolled off of The Wraith, groaning and trying to decide which part of him hurt the most.

He then remembered that he still wasn't entirely sure if The Wraith was even still alive, so he forgot about his own injuries and heaved until he was in a sitting position. The Wraith was utterly motionless: jaw slack, hair splayed out around him, one arm bent at an unnatural angle. Will scooted forward and pressed his fingers to The Wraith's neck, searching for a pulse. His own heart was hammering in his chest and, for a moment, he couldn't find anything and it skipped a beat.

He moved his fingers an inch to the left and immediately slumped with relief when he found it: The Wraith's blood thrumming under his fingers, a steady assurance that he was still breathing.

"This might hurt a little, Wraith..." he muttered, setting his hands on his arm. He was already shaking with exertion. "You're lucky you're unconscious."

He reached out with his mind, humming quietly, feeling every break and crack in the bones of his arm and then imagining them righting themselves; drawing them back together, reconstructing and sealing torn muscle and tissue around it. It wasn't the most serious injury Will had ever healed, but with the amount of energy he'd already used and the lingering effect of The Wraith's shadows sucking at him, it certainly felt like it.

Will barely managed to pick him up, stumble into the Base, and drape him over the table before he collapsed into a chair next to it.

He'd only laid his head in his arms for a total of five seconds before someone burst in through the door, gasping for breath. "Will, what happened?"

Will pulled his head up, giving Jason a look of utter disbelief, "Your presence would have been really helpful about ten seconds ago when I was falling off a building."

But Jason wasn't looking at him. Instead, his gaze was locked on what was laid out on the table behind him. (Or, rather, who.)

"Will," he said, warily, like if he rushed his words too much The Wraith might have jerked into consciousness and lashed out at him.

Will reached back slowly, put a hand on top of The Wraith's chest protectively (it was rising and falling shallowly, his breaths were warbled rasps of air). "Jason. Hear me out, alright? I don't think. . . I don't think that he's dangerous."

Jason's mouth dropped open and then closed slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut shook his head like he was trying to shake off Will's statement. It made his glasses fall down his nose and the way he pushed them back up spoke more of his exasperation than anything else. "Not dangerous?" he repeated, "Will, you know that's The Wraith, right? The same guy who's been trying to kill us for years, the son of Hades?"

"Look, Jason, I know how it sounds, alright? I just. . . I need you to trust me on this one. And I need you to be here when he wakes up. . . Just in case things don't go the way I want them to." Will looked at him with a pleading expression, his mouth bent into a worried frown.

Jason deflated slowly, "Fine. But we're not letting him take a step out of this room. This is the Base, Solace." He sounded like he was seriously regretting every single word, even as he said it.

Will brightened immediately, looking so relieved that it almost made it worth it anyway. "Thanks, Jace."

Jason nodded, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it. He lifted his hand up, speaking into the mic built into his watch, "Everything's good, guys. The Wraith has been deterred." He looked up and walked over to plop down in a seat next to Will. And then he glanced at The Wraith and pushed backward, his chair screeching against the tile.

Will laughed softly at him and turned his focus back to The Wraith. He looked peaceful, his head lolling to the side and hair falling across one eye. A cat was curled up beneath his left eye beneath the graceful crescent of his eyelashes, its flank rising and falling softly as it slept. The corner of Will's mouth twitched upwards at the sight.

"What makes you think that we can trust him?" Jason asked quietly, studying his expression.

Will considered how to answer that question. It was not just one thing in particular, but an accumulation of events that had slowly solidified into this feeling in his gut. Will told him as much. Jason was still frowning, so he took a deep breath and started talking.

He started with the time he had spent in The Wraith's base, told Jason about how human he looked when his eyes were not pitch black. He explained to him the raw desperation in his voice, the longing when he spoke of the outside world, his apparent fear of his father. He was just moving on to their recent encounters and how The Wraith never seemed to fight anymore--not how he could, anyway--and that was when The Wraith jerked upward, gasping like fish that had been dragged out of water, and reached, floundered for Will--catching at his shirt--like he was fighting not to fall from the edge of a drop-off.

Will turned to him, his heart thrashing and his mind wheeling at the suddenness of it all, and The Wraith's fingers scrambled upward wildly until he was clutching his face in his hands, his fingers digging into his flesh. His eyes were half-crazed, frightened beyond all belief, but a deep, deep brown that somehow kept Will from panicking completely.

The Wraith's mouth was stuttering soundlessly, so much that Will almost thought he was trying to scream, but then he just choked, "Lumine," and it was so much worse.

"Wraith," Will said, his hands fluttering upward to grip his his wrists, "Wraith, calm down. It's okay, you're alright." His voice is shaky and frantic.

The Wraith was shaking his head, his breaths trembling and tattoos flooding across his cheeks, ugly and hopeless. Will saw the word 'no' several times. "Don't call me that," he choked. "Don't call me that. I'm not. . . I'm not. . ."

"What should I call you, then?" Will asked, trying to make his voice soothing despite the erratic beats of his heart. He brushed his fingers up and down The Wraith's forearms without really thinking about it at all.

There were tears dripping down his cheeks now, but his breathing was starting to even out and the tension was leeching out of his limbs. He was not so much gripping Will's face now as he was holding it. "Nico," he whispered, like a relief. "My name is Nico. Nico di Angelo."

Will nodded, staring at him. "Nico," he whispered, and watched the name be written over and over again. Slowly, it overtook his face like someone was writing lines in detention. On his left temple, Wraith appeared in an ugly scrawl and then quickly got crossed out, scribbled over recklessly.

"My name is Will," he told him quietly, because it only seemed right. "Will Solace. . ."

Nico nodded, a tiny smile pulling at his lips, "Will." It appeared too, written in precise cursive across the bridge of his nose.

Will grinned, "Yeah." His voice sounded reverent, almost. Awed.

Everything slowly dripped away, all of the ink falling from his face like raindrops running down a window, and then it was just 'Solace' written on the edge of his jaw. Vines were curling around it, flowers blooming randomly over the edges of the letters.

There was no air left in Will's lungs. He wanted to take back every single time he ever tore this boy down, wanted to go back and offer him a way out. Wanted to have rescued him instead of ripping him apart time and time again.

"I'm so, so sorry. . ." he uttered.

Nico laughed quietly. "Me too, Will."

A/N: If you’re going back to read previous parts, the links (to other, previous, parts) at the top of the posts won’t work, but the ones at the bottom will.

[tagging: @rendrebleu , @warmestbloggerever i finally updated this!!]

[theskymahtin]

Pretty

Pairing: Solangelo

Summary:  Nico has never felt quite right-- he's always liked pretty things and he's always been afraid to express himself. And Will wants to fix that.

Word Count:  1,989

Warnings: unsupportive parents/brief mention of homophobia.

Memories are always just a little on the blurry side.

When Nico looks back, he's always surprised by what seems to be the most clear and what his brain decided to smudge out. He finds that, usually, whatever it was about that particular moment that made him feel something, that's what appears to be the most distinct in his mind's eye.

In the second grade, he'd fallen down a flight of stairs. When he thinks about it, he sees the tile rushing up to meet him, he feels his stomach drop, he remembers lying at the bottom on his back, gasping for breath and being so in shock that for several long seconds he could not even cry.

In the seventh, he'd stood in front of one of his best friends, his hands shaking and his heart thudding like a death march, and had told him about his crush, that he liked him. He remembers watching the smile slip from his friend's face, he remembers him taking a slow step backward. He does not remember if the other boy had uttered anything at all, but he remembers the feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach, he remembers the expression on his friend's face.

And when he was much, much younger, before he'd even gotten past preschool, he'd sat on the bathroom sink in one of his sister's dresses, and she'd told him, her voice deathly serious, that he had to keep absolutely still or else this wouldn't work. But with a makeup brush dusting over his cheeks, Nico had found this nearly impossible; he'd giggled the entire time and stuck his tongue out when Bianca chided him.

Nico doesn't remember what he'd looked like afterward, but he can only assume that it had been something akin to a clown. Bianca was, after all, only a year older than him. He seriously doubts that she'd known how to correctly apply an eighth of the stuff she was playing with.

He does, however, recall that they'd been having a pretend tea party in her room later and their father had come home to find them. He remembers jumping up and running to greet him just like he always did. And he remembers the horrified look on his father's face, remembers him demanding that he take a bath immediately and get rid of the stuff and he remembers coming back later to find that Bianca's cheeks were stained with tears and her telling him that they could not play dress-up anymore.

And he remembers being confused and sad. Feeling just a bit hollow because he hadn't known what he'd done wrong.

Just a few weeks later, he'd snuck into Bianca's room and pulled out the dress. And then he'd hauled himself up onto the bathroom sink and covered himself in his mother's old makeup (she'd died before he was born and now Nico thinks that maybe that was why his father was so harsh), made faces and laughed at himself in the mirror. He remembers most clearly, his father looking at his older sister and uttering defeatedly, "Look what you've done to him."

And it's not just that, he thinks that maybe he could have looked past the disdain of his father if everyone else were not the same. If he didn't get made fun of at school for playing with girl's toys or if he hadn't gotten strange looks at daycare when he'd delved into the girl's dress-ups.

So, that's what he's thinking about, standing in the middle of JC Penny's and staring down at a short red dress. Because he still likes pretty things. He always has. For twenty-two years, he's adorned himself in all black--just plain t-shirts and jeans and tennis shoes--and stood in front of his bedroom mirror, never feeling quite like himself, never being confident in his appearance, and trudged out into the world despite it. Feeling sick and wrong and hating who he is. (He's already gay, he can't let his father down another time.)

"That's pretty."

He jumps and whips around so fast that he's just a bit dizzy. It takes his eyes a few seconds to fully focus on Will's features. He's grinning, his head tilted to the side just slightly and his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.

Nico's cheeks are burning. "Oh, this?" He lifts the dress in a way that's too jerky and stiff to be casual. He's fighting to keep his voice level. He's not very sure at all that he's being even remotely successful. "I was. . . just wondering if Bianca might like this. You know, for Christmas."

Will's eyebrows dart upward, "Oh? Well, yeah. . . I think that she would." There's something in his expression. It's too tight. Nico is almost certain that Will doesn't believe him, that somewhere deep inside, he's just as disgusted as his father had been all of those years ago.

He just gives him a forced smile and declares that he'll buy it for her, then. Will doesn't make any further comments. It's only when they get back to their apartment that Nico realizes that the dress might not even be Bianca's size.

-

Three weeks later, they're sitting in their living room and Bianca is opening the gift. And she does love it, practically tackling Nico in a hug and declaring that he's always had better fashion sense than anyone she knows.  And Nico is smiling, but Will knows him, and he sees that it's just a little bit forced, that he looks away quickly at Bianca's compliment and his jaw tightens just the slightest bit. That he looks just a little bit sad, maybe even wistful.

So, when the party has ended and everyone has cleared out, Will tells him to sit back down on the couch and then carries out a white clothing box and sits down next to him, braces his hands down on it and lets out a nervous breath. "This is your actual gift, but I didn't want to give it to you in front of everyone because I. . . Well, I didn't want to embarrass you and I'm. . . I'm still not even sure if I'm right about this whole thing."

He meets Nico's gaze. It's troubled, he looks just as nervous as Will feels, but pulls the box from Will's lap onto his own and slowly lifts the lid off, places it to the side. He just stares for a moment, and then reaches in, like he almost doesn't believe it, and lifts the clothes out one by one.

First, an over-sized sweater. Cream-colored and delicately crocheted.

Second, a floral-print pencil dress with shoulderless sleeves.

Next, pastel pink skinny jeans.

And last, a simple, loose, dark gray t-shirt with maroon stripes.

Nico just sits, clutching the garments in his hands, and stares for what seems like hours.

Will's hands are clamped together, his brows tied in a tight knot. "We can take them back. . . I. . . I just saw how you were looking at that dress the other day, Nico. And I've seen you look at things like that before and I just thought-- but you don't have to take them."

When he finally looks up, Will realizes that he's crying.

"Will, I love them." His voice is shaky and waterlogged. When he finishes speaking, he sobs quietly, clutches the clothes tighter to his chest.

Will reaches out and urges him forward until Nico is snuggled into him, his head resting on his shoulder, and wraps his arms around him, presses his face into his hair. "What's wrong, Nico?"

Nico laughs shakily, "Nothing. Nothing at all. I just--" He pauses to sniffle and gasp, press his face into Will's soft shirt, "No one has ever. . . No one has ever told me that this is okay."

"Of course, it's okay, Nico. You can wear whatever you want. Be whoever you want to be. I just want you to be happy and if this is what is going to make you happy then you can sure as hell bet that I'll be here to back you up." He's grinning, Nico can feel it against his scalp, and it makes him smile too.

"Thank you," Nico whispers. It's so quiet, almost reverent. Will has to take a few seconds to just close his eyes and breathe. Just push his fingers through Nico's hair and listen to his shaky breaths and know that he loves him.

After several long, drawn-out moments, Will pulls back slowly and gently lifts Nico's chin. "Do you think you're trans? Because that's okay too."

Nico smiles at him, laughs because he's relieved and elated and he can't believe that he got someone this good to love him so much. "No. No, I just. . . I like pretty things." He blushes and looks away, bites his lip.

Will grins, "Well, that's fitting."

Nico's brows draw together and his lips twitch, "Why?"

"Because you're pretty." Will cups his face in his hands, brushes his lips over Nico's nose and then his chin, "You're beautiful."

Nico is just staring now. Openly, blatantly staring. "You really think so?"

"God, yes." He says it like he can't understand why Nico doesn't believe him, like it's completely obvious and truer than daylight or wind or love itself. It makes Nico's heart break. So he leans forward and pushes their lips together, drags Will as near to him as he can possibly be, and kisses him until they're both a little breathless.

Will pulls away first, just so that he can nudge their noses together and murmur, "You should try them on for me."

Nico grins and jumps up, runs off to the bathroom without any further prompting. Will can't stop smiling, he's never seen him this content. (And he did that, it's the best feeling in the world.)

Nico comes out a few minutes later, having pulled on the sweater and the pants. He has his arms wrapped around himself, is almost caving inwards. He looks nervous, hopefull, biting his lip and giving Will a hesitant smile.

Will is gawking. He pushes himself up off the couch slowly and walks forward, his eyes sweeping over Nico's form. The sweater is slipping off one of his shoulders (revealing the clear-cut and delicate line of his collarbone) and he's made sweater paws, so Will is a little more than slightly enamored with him.

Will reaches him and takes hold of his arms gently, pulls them around himself and slips one of his own arms around Nico's waist, cups his jaw with his other hand. Just stands and looks at him.

"Do I look okay?" Nico says. Breathlessly, like Will's answer will change everything. And, maybe, in some ways, it would.

Will laughs, "Are you kidding?" He kisses him, soft and sweet, because he feels like he needs to. And then he trails a few more down his jaw, drops one on his neck and then two or three on his exposed shoulder, just because he can. Buries his face in the crook of Nico's neck and holds him close, "You look fantastic."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I'll wear them in public just yet. . . I. . . I'm not ready for that but. . ."

Will nods--more nuzzzles against his skin--and starts tracing patterns into his shoulder blades, "Okay. Maybe. . . Maybe we could work up to it? You could get. . . like, just little things: bracelets and rings and such. . . Maybe even some light makeup if you want. You know, so that you feel more confident and comfortable but people won't notice as much and then later. . ."

Nico feels like he might start crying again, so he just fists his hands in the fabric at the small of Will's back and presses his face into his neck, breathes in his scent. "I love you so much, Will Solace."

Will is getting distracted again, pressing affectionate kisses onto the side of his neck, "I love you too. . ."