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diangelosarmy · 2 years
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I hope Nico gets to have a little smooch with his boyfriend and just gets a little high off it. Like this poor sweet boy is from the 1930s. A kiss???? In PuBliC??? With a BOY?!?!?
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mischievousmary · 5 months
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Will:women want me, fish want me and the state wants me.
Drew:too bad Nico doesn't
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yonemurishiroku · 10 months
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What belief did Will Solace have to be so adamant in asking a son of Hades for help in the infirmary anyway? What were you trying to do?
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guest-1-2-3 · 24 days
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so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable
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thestarstoasun · 1 month
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Will stared at the sight before him with hardly restrained tears glistening in his blue eyes. He was in the infirmary office, a place he spent countless hours of his days, but it was different. Sitting in the chair he normally occupied was his older brother Lee...who had died 3 years ago in the Battle of the Labyrinth.
"Lee?" His voice cracked around the named as a tear slid from his face. The boy, who had the same blonde hair as Will, turned to face him. When Lee was alive, most people joked that if it wasn't for Will's unruly curls and Lee's forest green eyes, they could get away with lying to people that they shared a mother as well.
"Will...what are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be at archery with the others? You've been insistent on Michael helping you get better." His brothers words were so genuinely curious with that concerned tone all of the Apollo kids had called his "fatherly nature."
Will squeezed his eyes shut, forcing a few tears down his face, and shook his head back and forth. "That's not...it's not p-possible." His bottom lip trembled as he clutched onto his orange camp tee-shirt.
Lee gave a sad, caring smile. Will refused to open his eyes. He didn't feel like it would even matter if he did, considering the tears he had been fighting, although not too well, would only blur his vision anyway. "Why isn't it?"
Suddenly, there were two arms wrapped around Will's torso. He threw his arms around his big brother's neck and hid his face. "You're a-all dead...everyone e-except Kayla and Aus-stin." His body trembled as his sobs echoed through the empty infirmary.
Will could hear Lee's sigh and felt the kiss on his forehead moments later. "I know, Sunflower. None of this is real...it's all you."
"Why? This isn't like my nightmares...you're alive.."
"Sunflower, you're dying...you have to make a choice. You could come stay with me, Michael, and our siblings in Elysium-"
Will took a deep breath. That sounded nice. To be with family again. To not have to shoulder all of the responsibilities of being head counselor. To be able to see his big brothers again.
"Or you could go back. You have people to go back to, Will. Kayla, Austin, your mom, Nico."
And the guilt of wishing to cross over kicked in almost instantly at the sound of his sound of his boyfriend's name. "I can't stay with you guys. I can't see you again yet. I have to get back to Nico. He must be so worried."
Lee laughed and pressed his lips to Will's forehead. "All you have to do is wake up, Sunflower. We will all be waiting for you when it's your time, but I'd rather not see my baby brother join Elysium so young."
"I miss you so much. Even if you aren't real, I feel like you are.."
"Wake up, Will."
And blue eyes blinked open to meet worried dark ones.
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bottledbamboo · 4 months
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statistically, he wouldn't be able to save everyone.
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sheriiam · 3 months
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TSATS:
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hyacynta · 2 years
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No but the concept that Nico used to have a crush on Apollo is so funny. No wonder he was so mean when Lester showed up and met none of his expectations.
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"How though?"
"How what?"
"How did you know?"
Will laughs. "Know what?"
Nico just looks at him. All his life his disjointed thoughts and ineptitude with words were met with irritation and ridicule; sometimes even a ruler to his stinging fingers. Here, however? In camp, everyone's thoughts run away from them. Everyone obsesses over the stuff that doesn't matter while at the same time forgetting the things that do. Even literal deities are unable to form a single sensible sentence most of the time. He's finding that being around people can be actually fun when he doesn't have to keep himself in check at all times. Who would've thought.
Will's smile widens, less private than before but still equally sincere. "You're staring."
Nico blinks. Once. Twice. Realizes he truly has been staring at Will's freckled face for however long. "Yeah." Nods. "I know". Makes no move to change that fact. Will stares back. His freckles are even more noticeable over the flushing cheeks.
This is perhaps the most noticeable change. It's no wonder Will Solace is no combatant because that boy is the living antithesis of subtlety. ("My father is the god of the sun. AND truth." is his excuse whenever Nico teases him about it. He even pretends to buy it sometimes: a true testament to how far their friendship has come)
So he didn't think much would change, when he arrived at the infirmary on the afternoon of the very same day (there was nothing Nico hated more than being forced to change his routine), only to immediately be confronted by the head medic himself.
"You'd tell me if I made you uncomfortable, right?", fingers nervously playing with bright blond hair. And Nico couldn't help it: he laughed. Did Will truly think that Nico wasn't used to the looks and the smiles and the touches? Did he genuinely believe he was good at hiding it?! Then, because he enjoyed being a bit of an asshole: "Just tell me what y'all so desperately need help with." As if he didn't willingly go into the infirmary every day, regardless of how necessary his presence actually was.
Will had asked again "just to be sure" and Nico had rolled his eyes because if it hadn't bothered him then, why should it do so now?
And then.
And then Will just...looked at him. Didn't scratch at his nose to try to hide the smile. Didn't pretend to to have some super important issue on the other side of the room in a poor attempt to stop Nico from seeing the look of pure adoration he was currently wearing. As if Nico had personally hung the sun and the stars and any other number of celestial bodies. "This okay?" voice quiet and a bit out of breath. Nico hoped the warmth he could feel on his cheeks wasn't visible. It feels powerful, having so much unhidden affection directed at his person. A bit impossible, that the target of all that is truly him. "The only thing making me uncomfortable is you asking the same question over and over and over". The answer lacked any bite - he hadn't expected his own voice to come out breathless as well.
Impossibly, Will's smile became even more sincere, his gaze even softer. "The Hermes Cabin is currently at the climbing wall, and today is lava day, so we'll definitely need some more bandages for the inevitable burns we'll be treating" he'd explained, with the solemnity of a man speaking his wedding vows. And then, as if summoned, the first victim of the lava wall limped into the infirmary; and then Will disappeared to help her; and then Nico focused his attention on his beloved menial task; and then everything was the same as it had always been; except.
Except that every time Nico looked up Will would already be staring, with flushed cheeks and an infatuated smile.
So there was a difference, turned out, between catching it from the corner of your eye and having it directed at you on purpose. He started noticing more things, now that Will wasn't trying to hide it anymore. How Will bit his lips when Nico was particularly excited about something; how Will always had an extra hair tie on hand for when Nico got irritated with the strands constantly on his face; how Will fiddled with said hair ties whenever Nico used his powers, as if the awe he was feeling (for it could not be anything else) was too big to contain inside his body. Much as Nico loathed to admit, the stolen glances truly had been subtle. Comparatively speaking, that is.
He may not understand it, but it's....nice. Flattering, definitely. Whether it is because he is just a genuinely nice guy or because everyone knows that they will eventually be under his care, Will is without a doubt one of the most well-liked demigods in camp. And if one of the most popular guys here is so obviously and unashamedly enamored with him... That must mean something, right?
Sometimes, when he lies on his bed and his cabin is empty and he can't fall asleep and his thoughts try to eat him alive, he'll think of these moments. He feels a bit guilty about it, using Will's feelings as a shield like that, but it also helps. And Will would probably appreciate that. Helping people. Helping him.
How can I be unlovable, he'll think, when Will looks at me like that, just for breathing. How can I be terrifying, he'll wonder, when Will acted like that when he saw me summon that skeleton rabbit yesterday. How can I not belong here, he'll ask, when Will visibly relaxes whenever it is just us, alone, together.
In the romcoms and dramas he watches in secret, love confessions are always an ultimatum. Either the person loves them back, or they don't. Either they stay in the show, or get a last slow motion shot set to sad music before being written out forever. Nico knows that Will is in love with him. Will knows that Nico knows that he is in love with him. And Nico never gave him an answer. Nico knows he cares for Will. Sometimes he even thinks that it could be, though more often he knows it isn't. Most of the time he realizes it doesn't matter. They are friends, and it's good.
(Sometimes he even considers finishing the conversation. I don't think I'm in love with you, Will, he'd say. I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone. But he is still scared of losing him, of being written out of Will's life and out of camp, and so they continue in this limbo. It isn't bad. And sometimes, when the sun is setting and they are sitting together on the riverbank and Will's hair looks as if it was spun out of pure gold; sometimes, when he looka at him and he'll already be looking back and it will feel as if Zeus's fist has come alive with the sole purpose to squeeze his heart to death; sometimes, when he'll allow Will to envelop him in a hug and a part of him will want this moment to last forever, he thinks this is the closest I'll ever come. And it's good. Not good enough, just good.)
(His biggest fear is being alone and right now he isn't. So he doesn't need romance. He doesn't need to cling to Will when the other clearly has no plans of letting go. Sometimes this in-between feels safer than steady ground.)
"So, how did I know?"
This time it's Nico's turn to be confused. "How did you know what?"
Will laughs. Then he asks if Nico wants to hear about the medicinal uses of the dandelion.
Nico's heart doesn't beat faster when he looks at Will. His belly doesn't squirm. He feels...calm, which seems much preferable to all of the above anyways.
Nico doesn't care about dandelions. He nods anyways.
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helpmeimblorboing · 9 months
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He smiled slightly, and bowed his head, noting how similar Nico's stance looked to another he had seen so many years ago. It spoke of power, of strength... of a young prince, deeply in love. Raising his head, he spoke, " Everyone dies. Everyone fades. In the end, even we, the immortals, are transient"... He turned to look at Nico, and spoke again, words he wished he could have said so many centuries ago, but could not, for they seemed too bold then, too much, but now... "Remember, glory is not everything. Kleos is not everything. Your life is worth far more"
Nico blinked once, and again, seemingly confused, and a heavy weight settled on Chiron's heart. Ah. Right. Even if it was... them, they were gone. The Lethe may not wash away love, but it did wash away personalities. Pain gripped Chiron's heart, as he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. When he opened them, he half-expected to see Patroclus and Achilles standing where Will and Nico were.... but alas, it was for naught. They stubbornly refused to change... and Chiron sighed as he thought to himself, "It's been 2000 years. They're dead, Chiron. They're dead"
He shook his head, clearing it, and smiled, a fake, forced smile, "Nothing. Nothing. Just something I thought you should hear."
Will shrugged, and waving both of them goodbye (though his eyes lingered on Nico a second longer than on Chiron, Chiron noted), began walking all the way to his cabin. Nico turned to leave too, only to stop when Chiron called out to him
In the dying fire of the pyres, and the stars above, he could almost imagine that Nico's hair, a dark black, was a brilliant blonde, and his eyes, a clear blue, were green. The years faded away then, as he gave Nico the same advice he had given so many centuries ago, to another life, to another man, "I heard about your sister, Nico. I'm sorry. I truly am. There is no law that the gods must be fair, Nico. And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on Earth when another is gone. Do you think ?"
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Anyways go read the fic from which this came : https://archiveofourown.org/works/49147756 (The Mentor of Heroes)
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kekaki-cupcakes · 1 year
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Heroes of Olympus Characters as Random Pictures <3
Leo:
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Reyna:
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Hazel:
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diangelosarmy · 2 years
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Short angsty Solangelo drabble
⚠️Mentions of self harm⚠️
“Nico” Wills voice is soft and low, and filled with concern. Nico hated that tone. The one you give an injured animal, between pity for it and caution of it lashing out. “I’m fine” Nico insists. “It’s nothing” Will looks doubtful. Nico is already regretting agreeing to this infirmary stay, even if it was for Will. “The darkness and the werewolf scratches I get, but I can sense these old injuries. Where are these from?” Will offers Nico a piece of paper listed with ailments. Third rib broken, sprained ankle, hairline fracture on the scapula, minor spinal damage… the list went on. Old wounds that had only half healed. Nico pushed it away.
“They’re old. What does it matter? I’m not the only demigod with some old scars” Wills voice didn’t waver from that calm, infuriating tone. Still, his concern seemed genuine. “These were never treated. Not even with ambrosia. I get you didn’t want to come back to camp but I know you had access to ambrosia, at least. Why wouldn’t you take it?” Nico bit the inside of his cheek. He should have known Will could sense those. His father had given him ambrosia to carry around with him. Will was right. It wasn’t as though he purposely tried to hurt himself. But when he did get hurt, fighting a monster or following some mission yet again. Somehow the pain became… cathartic. He was paying penance. Penance for his mistakes, for what he had done, for who he was. Nicos expression wavered, just slightly as he tried for an answer. “It wasn’t that bad.” Wills tone wavered too, he was started to get exasperated. Maybe desperate. “I can feel how bad they are Nico! Even now, they must still hurt. I just want to know why you would keep them to yourself” They did hurt. They hurt when he walked, drank, laughed. Sometimes more than others. In spite of himself Nico’s face went red. He broke his gaze with the son of Apollo in favor of staring at his shoes. How was he supposed to explain that he’d kept them as a form of punishment? He’d kept them because he deserved them. He’d also kept them because… they helped. The ache in his bones, in his body, kept his thoughts away. Somehow those were always worse.
“I just.. I needed to.” Will put his hand on Nicos shoulder, something Nico normally would protest but at the moment he let it be. “You don’t deserve to be in pain Nico.” Wills voice was soft and sincere, but every muscle in nico’s body tensed. “How did you-“ Will cut him off “I’m a healer” he offered “I see everyone in camp. You aren’t the only one to go through this kinda stuff. Listen I’m not gonna tell anyone and you don’t need to feel bad about it, just, promise me the next time you get hurt, you’ll let me fix it?” Nico sighed quietly. His shoulders sagged and his muscles loosened as the fight left his body. Will smiled just a little “these will take a little longer to heal since they’re old. I won’t make you stay for them, but just drop into the clinic twice a week or so. I think I can have them gone in a few weeks.” Nico nodded his head “thanks, Will” he muttered quietly. He was surprised to realize he meant it.
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mischievousmary · 3 months
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Nico:Ran into my boyfriend in the kitchen at 1 am last night and when I asked him what he was doing he just shrugged, said "these are my roaming hours," and walked off strumming vaguely on his guitar.
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srvbryn · 3 months
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More tweets with PJO characters 🙏🏻💯🗣️
Warning: implied Luke X Reader, the word slut 🤔🤔, Solangelo, This is just Luke tbh 🙏🏻🙏🏻
A/n: force feeding myself with Luke content , if you want to be tagged in my SMAU content just comment <33
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jinxed-lemon · 1 year
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Some of y’all completely ignoring the parts of the book that show/strongly imply that Solangelo is a healthy ship who both completely adore one another and help balance each other out despite their flaws, show that despite the huge difference between them both socially and mentally-love can still grow only so that you can make Will out to some whiny, toxic, and somehow racist(?) character who doesn’t deserve Nico
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Before I start, if you ship this, no disrespect this is just my personal opinion.
I JUST FOUND OUT PEOPLE SHIP APOLLO AND NICO. LIKE- SERIOUSLY AND ACTUALLY NON-IRONICALLY? UHM. WHY? I PERSONALLY DO NOT SEE THIS. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. APOLLO LITERALLY IMPLIED HE DIDNT LIKE/MISTRUSTED NICO IN THE HIDDEN ORACLE. AND THEN HE BECAME (after Jason ofc) ONE OF THE NUMBER ONE SOLANGELO STANS. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY OH WHY PEOPLE WOULD SHIP THEM. LIKE HONESTLY PPL WILL SHIP NICO WITH ANYONE-
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