#nico angst is good

[eyluvu]

I still dont know what to write i was hoping id be out of my slump by now

[1800-lemon-boy]

I’ve seen a few headcanons (especially in fics) that Will solace actually is naturally brunette but when he was claimed by Apollo his hair turned blonde (weither it’s over time due to sun bleaching or straight away).

And I just wanted to say I love this so much purely because of how heartbreaking some of the implications can be. 🤗

It’s never happened to any Apollo campers before, Will doesn’t know why it had to happen to him, his one sense of normalcy taken away so quickly, his one connection to his previous life- gone.

Will starts to pick up quite quickly he’s not like his other siblings, he’s can’t write and is average at archery. But he can heal, better than anyone else can.

He was different from the start, he was claimed differently, and his gift was different too.

And while still struggling with what to do, at the ripe age of 12 he’s now in charge of a cabin full of kids younger than him, because he was the oldest to survive.

Just imagine how the plague powers would also affect him. Apollo himself said that it seemed Will had gained all of his good qualities and none of his bad.

How would this 15 year old feel that the same hands that can heal can cause harm?

<33

[angee1011]

I love pjo fandom because we are watching this show and people are like “wow these kids’ parents sure do suck”

And we are just like “✨yes they do✨ isn’t it great ✨”

[mediumgayitalian]

The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

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art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap

[seagull9111]

"and i know that you mean so well

but i am not a vessel for your good intent"

[astrophilix]

Context:

Nico and Piper met again after some years by Jason’s gravestone. They chat for a bit, catching up.

Piper was able to completely move on and she’s making big progress in her relationship with her girlfriend while Nico’s relationship with Will ended and after the break up Nico realized that Jason’s death hurt him bad cause he wasn’t only his friend.

Hearing the other demigod being happy despite everything didn’t sit well with Nico.

(They both deserve to move on and be happy but I have to put my angsty feelings somewhere)

[impel-clown]

Devil fruits users not immediately knowing their power upon eating the fruit makes sense, but I can't stop thinking about their df power activating immediately whether the user wants it or not

Luffy eats his fruit and he suddenly can't move, can't stand. All his joints are rubber and all he can do is panic. Shanks is yelling and no one has a clue what's going on. The more he tries to will himself solid, the more he loses control of his own body.

Worse is Robin, eating her devil fruit only for her senses to immediately be overloaded as she sprouts eyes and hands and ears. The townspeople are too terrified to do anything to help, instead leaving a child terrified and overwhelmed, screams echoing from too many mouths.

Its just got so many possibilities

[somewillwin]

I needed to draw their first kiss! Jsjsjjsjs I love that side story so fucking much

Do yourself a favor and go play @infamous-if ✨

[im1hangry1pjo]

Will isn't the best at lying (especially to Nico)

TW: Panic attack

Will was shaking. He's been in the infirmary working for 10 days straight now. He just couldn't stop, he needed to heal and help people cause if he doesn't then why is he alive? What's his purpose? No, don't think like that, just get through the rest of my shift and then I can let it out just a few more hours and then I can break down. Gods what would everyone think of him? Apparently he was so out of it he didn't notice Kayla walk into the infirmary until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Huh what! I'm awake! Good to know Will but your shifts over. What no I have a few hours left. Well now you don't Chiron shut down the infirmary." what why would he shut it down what if someone gets hurt what i- "Hello earth to Will. Oh sorry. Yeah, yeah now let's go. Actually I need to clean up. I'll be out soon though. Ok fine" I waited for her to fully leave then I went to one of the private rooms, locked the door and then the thoughts of all of my dead siblings, all the people I wasn't able to save and all the reasons why I shouldn't be the head counselor or head medic came flooding in and I just collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing.

Will has been working for 10 days and I don't know if he's taken a break. I headed over to the infirmary when I went in. I heard quiet sobbing from one of the private rooms. I tried to open the door but it was locked "Will!? are you in there, are you okay! Y-y-yeah! j-j-jus-t g-g-go." it sounded like he was hyperventilating and sobbing or two major signs of a panic attack. I started to pick the lock "Will! Can you unlock the door? Y-y-you s-should g-go I-I d-don't want y-ou to see me l-like t-this." that just made me worry even more "Sunshine please unlock the door." After a few seconds I heard the door unlock. I began to slowly open the door and what I saw was truly saddening. Willam Andrew Solace the always happy Apollo kid is on the floor sobbing and definitely having a panic attack and Nico knew he had to help him like he has helped him. Nice carefully lowered himself to Will's level "Will, can you hold my hand?" Nico gently held out his hand and Will took it shakily. "Hey follow my breaths" I put his hand on my chest and took slow, deep breaths as Will tried to follow along. After about half an hour Will's heartbeat and breathing finally slowed down back to normal. "So wanna tell me what happened?"

Will really didn't know what to say because this is what he does everyday so nothing really happened. It's just normal at this point. Gods Lee and Michael would do never break down like this "This is just what I do?" Will answered he technically was telling the truth this is what he does everyday "What do you mean by that?" Nico sounded really concerned immediately he felt guilty Nico shouldn't be this concerned about him that was his job and his job only. "I mean that I do this everyday after work" I adminted getting quieter with each word "WHAT." Nico sounded pissed which was actually scary "You mean you have a breakdown everyday the second you get off work? Yeah but I'm fine you don't need to worry." I tried to muster my best smile hoping to fool him. I got up slowly and again reassured him that I'm fine and again did my best smile but he saw straight through it. He stood up and grabbed my wrist. "No, we're talking about this." Nico demanded. Will knew that he wasn't getting away with this. "This is not normal. Why did you never tell me? I could've helped. How long have you been doing this'' Nico went full on worried boyfriend mode. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth because that would just make him more worried and even more mad. "I just didn't think it was important because I've been doing this for so long" I admitted very quietly "Everything about you is important to me." Nico said it like he meant it which was rare mainly cause he's so sarcastic. "Now how long have you been doing this whole mental breakdown thingy" Nico asked remembering that I didn't answer one of his many questions "A little bit after I became head medic and Head counselor" I said pretty quiet mainly because I usually am the person comforting not the person being comforted so It was weird to be comforted after so long of just sucking it up and dealing with it. I was prepared for Nico to say to suck it up or that's nothing, why are you complaining or tha- "Tesoro" then he hugged me no yelling no calling me a baby he just hugged me. I hugged back as tight as I could and sobbed into his shoulder I couldn't stop I just keep crying "Shh it's okay Tesoro let it all out" Nico voice was as soft as silk "I'm sorry I'm so sor-" he cut me off by kissing me lightly "You don't need to apologize love. Bu-" he kissed me again "No buts, now do you want to go to the Hades cabin. Yeah that sounds great, " I replied.

Nico and I headed towards the Hades cabin. He opened the door and led me to his bed. It was a queen bed about 2 feet above the ground. The sheets were a dark gray, the pillows were covered in black silk and he had a giant black quilt that touched the floor. I sat down first and took off my shirt and shoes. After he took off his shoes and aidiver jacket he joined me. "So we can either talk about it or go to sleep" Nico asked, "Let's sleep. Ok Will" he laid down and pulled the quilt up after a few seconds I joined him under the covers. My head was on his chest and his head was on top of mine.

[aaronminyardthebettertwin]

Because I have them and I feel like more people deserves to be blessed by his face. Here are some pictures of young Nico Rosberg

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that just like Nico had to learn it’s okay to be queer, Hazel would have had to learn that it’s okay to be queer, a person of colour or a woman.

Hazel was born in the 1920s-1930s and we don’t talk about that nearly enough-

[ace-and-ranty]

The death keel to my Percy Jackson phase was some really shit decisions made in the Greek Gods guide, but I gotta admit it, the way Nico's romance storyline was handled delivered the first fatal blow.

The man manages, I'm gonna guess by accident, to deliver a poignant, angsty, delicious queer character to make me go frothing-at-the-mouth feral, and then immediately ruins it with unearned fluff.

In one book, Nico's feelings for Percy are so thorny and difficult and real that CUPID HIMSELF has to come down from the heavens to force a confession, followed immediately by the truly Shakespearen tragedy of seeing his beloved JUMP INTO HELL after someone else......

............and then IMMEDIATELY AFTER, nah, forget it, nevermind, it was just a dumb teen crush, Percy is not even my type anyway

Fuck my life 🤦🏻‍♀️

[jasicothoughts]

Nico's bones sometimes ache, longing for the touch of a boy he would never see again.

[spankysparkles]

Chapter one of Holidays with Parents-- OUT NOW! Nico, Will, Frank, and Hazel are invited to the Underworld for Thanksgiving. AND Nico meets Will’s grandparents and stays with them over Christmas.

Read it from me on wattpad here: https://www.wattpad.com/1490346422-holidays-with-parents-a-solangelo-story-chapter-1

Read it from my co-author emonemo on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60250846/chapters/153751237

[nocontextgoofi]

Marry My Dead Body Jasico au but instead of Jason being a homophobic straight police officer, he’s just some guy who develops his first boy crush on his new ghost husband. Helps Nico find his killer, confront his ex (don’t think Will is one to get caught up in secret affairs), and provide Hazel closure on whatever misunderstanding she and Nico may have had before he died.

(Please watch the film, it’s on Netflix and it’s very good)

[tincanton]

confession time: i do not. like nico di angelo as much as the whole fandom does. i don't know whyyy his character just feels soo on the nose to me. like. ghost king emo and also everyone is freaked out by him and he doesn't belong anywhere and its so angsty and he cant catch a break. and then solangelo feels even MORE on the nose to me because of the whole sun and moon thing. i have TSATS and i wanted to see if they developed the relationship but apparently they were really badly characterized and they just made them a copy paste of percabeth or smth so (i haven't finished reading it yet though) i do like him and the ship to an extent though. maybe i just don't like how he's written in the books ._.

this is just a weird opinion thing lmao if you like nico good for you have a very lovely day