#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)

[frostyblustar]

Percy and Nico accidentally piss off a dream god and get stuck in a dream where their deepest desires are real. Their dreams mix together and rather than them being stuck in separate dreams, their in the same one.

Once they become aware they’re in a dream and wake up, their both have to grapple with the fake their “perfect life” was actually an illusion and what that means for their relationship.

Ps. No they aren’t dating before this, they are both in relationships already. Whether they get together afterwards is your choice.

Nico sat down beside his husband, Percy, on their porch during a pleasant fall evening.

Everything felt right. The texture of the sofa, the comfort he partook in when his cheek rested on Percy’s shoulder, and the pleasant feeling of an arm gently wrapping around him all put him at ease.

He looked down at their joined hands with a feeling of giddiness in his heart. This is what he always wanted.

Then it was ripped away from him.

The life he lived with Percy.

The dates they went on.

The battles they fought side by side.

The quaint house by the sea where they decided to live.

The proposal.

The wedding.

Somehow, it could all be ripped away in an instant.

Nico woke up in the infirmary. Blearily, he could see Will instantly standing up from a chair nearby and sitting Nico up slowly. “Nico?” He sounded shocked, “He’s awake!”

Blinking his eyes, he realized Will looked a lot younger than usual, and the infirmary was smaller than he remembered when he saw it last. Something was wrong, very wrong.

“Percy’s awake too!” He heard a faraway voice call out, much to his confusion.

“The curse must have worn off!” Will grinned, and then he was wrapped in a hug. He swore he imagined it at first, but lips pressed against his cheek too.

Alright, something was seriously wrong. He didn’t like to be hugged without being asked by anyone but Percy, he set that boundary years ago. The last time he got cursed was by an angry god a few years ago when he was forced to steal from an altar to fight some monsters. The curse seemingly did nothing noticeable.

“Get off.” Nico pushed Will away, “What’s going on? Explain.”

Will frowned, but explained. “You’ve been asleep for a week, so has Percy. Man, you two really need to stop angering the gods.”

A week…

“I need to see him.” Nico stood up, but his legs wobbled. Instantly, Will was at his side to balance him. “Let me see him.”

“No, you need to calm down for a second.” Before Will could even sit him back down, the door burst open and Percy stumbled inside.

“Nico?” He stared at Nico with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”

This wasn’t his Percy, and judging by Percy’s expression… He looked down at his hands, and they looked smaller.

He wasn’t himself.

It took a few hours to come to terms with it all, and he was separated from Percy once more. He wasn’t sure what to do. Percy and him were dating different people at this time, and it was hard for him to hurt Will, but the feelings just weren’t there anymore.

He knew who he loved, and it couldn’t be Will. It was better to take him off the hook now than to leave him hanging.

After that break up, which mostly consisted of them both crying, he decided to head outside and to the top of the Hades Cabin. It was the place he and Percy met up for the first time to confess their love to each other, but that wasn’t real. One question stuck to Nico’s mind, did Percy share the dream? Or was it only his fantasy? They slept the same amount of time, but what could have Percy dreamt?

“Thought I’d find you up here.” Nico gasped softly, not turning around from where he was sitting. His feet dangled off the edge. Even with Percy sounding younger, he could still recognize that voice anywhere.

“Why is that?” He mumbled in response, hesitant.

Percy came to sit beside him, not answering directly. “What kind of dream did you have, Nico?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. “You go first.”

“No, you go.”

Nico’s brows furrowed at that retort, they were both stubborn as ever.

“Gods, fine. We lived on a beach together.” He didn’t want to say anything else, just in case he embarrassed himself.

Percy hesitated, and Nico could tell he desired more. “And that’s all?”

In their marriage, he and Percy highly valued honesty. He still felt compelled to be truthful with Percy, even when the dream was over. This likely wasn’t his Percy, but if any of his Percy was in there he needed to know.

“In my dream we were married. I-I don’t know why.”

Percy let out a huge breath, his face relaxing. “Me too.” He seemed relieved. “Yep. We were. House on the beach and everything.”

Nico felt happiness for the first time since he woke up, but it was mellowed out by the dread of it all. He lived years inside of a dream. He had everything he needed, and he was so happy. Now, he was back to square one. Someone flipped over the chess board and now the game was starting over.

“I already miss it.” He admitted quietly. Nico felt an arm go around his shoulders like it had back when he was sitting on their porch during the fall. Then a hand brushed against his cheek gently, thumb lightly pressing on his skin.

“It’s alright. We could get to the point we were again. I still love you, Nico. You’re still my Nico in there.”

Looking up at him, Nico leaned into Percy’s hold.

“And you’re still my Percy.”

[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-

[princessofghosts-posts]

Gods freaking out over Nico di Angelo [pt.5] (feat. Hazel)

Note: This is set during House of Hades

Pasiphaë to Hazel: You can't beat me!

Hazel: Watch me!

Hazel reopening THE Labyrinth using the mist,deceiving her,making her believe she has won,when she was actually losing:

Pasiphaë,strangely impressed and frightened by her skills: And you just learned how to do that–!?

Hazel: Yes,it's called improvisation. My brother Nico taught me that one.

Pasiphaë,realizing who's name is that: As in Nico di Angelo?

Hazel,clueless: Yes-? You know him?

Pasiphaë,realizing that the sister of the demigod who condemned her husband's ghost,in THE Labyrinth, has just confronted her by reopening THE same Labyrinth: ...YOU,CHILDREN OF THE UNDERWORLD ARE THE WORST! First my husband,and now me?! I never liked him,but at least I never condemned him! But then your brother happened and everything went to shit! And now you want to do the same to me?! Hazel Levesque you aren't getting away with this! My Labyrinth will not be used against me again!

Hazel,confused because Nico never told her anything about the labyrinth or everything else: I– ok?

Mewhile Nico is having a full PTSD flashback because half of his trauma is back and his sister is battling Minos's wife: I already played this games before....

[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 🤦🏻‍♀️

[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)