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mediumgayitalian · 26 days

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“Oh, fuck.”

The clatter of her practice sword on the ground is almost louder than the crunch that rings out from his wrist. He inhales sharply, biting back a shout — no matter how many times it’s happened, he will never get used to breaking a bone. That shit hurts.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck, Seaweed Brain, is it broken?”

“Think so,” Percy grits out. He tries for a smile, and Annabeth matches it, small and worried. He leans into the hand she cups over his cheek. “Not too bad, though. If I just dump my water bottle on it —”

“Absolutely not. Water healing leaves you achey when it rains, you know that.” Shifting to wrap her arm around his waist, she helps him stand, shouldering some of his weight like it’s his ankle that’s broken. He lets her, reaching down to squeeze the hand resting on his hip — I’m fine. We’re good. She turns her hand to wrap clasp their hands together — Okay. If you’re sure.

They walk together to the infirmary, taking their time. Aside from the pain pulsing from his arm, it’s not too bad — camp is as balmy as usual, and the spring break energy is practically visible, it’s so potent. The Demeter cabin has plants growing everywhere, flowers and fruit trees blooming as bright as a box of new crayons, and the air is filled with shouts of laughter and teasing. Annabeth’s steps fall in time with his, and she’s a comfortable warmth at his side, pressed from shoulder to hip.

“You still okay?”

“Yep.” He catches her eye, smiling crookedly at her. “Doesn’t even make my top fifty.”

She rolls her eyes, hipchecking him. “Don’t I know it, ya klutz.”

“Not sure I would call being flung from the St. Louis Arch being a klutz. Or exploded in a volcano. Or crushed under the sky. Or slashed by giants. Or chased by —”

“You’re talking, but all I’m hearing is Annabeth, please, please pinch me, as hard as you can —”

“Hey! Get those claws off me, gods you’re worse than an empousai —”

“— and when you’re done pinching me please put me in the tightest headlock you can manage —”

“I am injured! You are beating up an injured person right now!”

“— and then please just bite a chunk out of my shoulder —”

“Cut it out or I’m telling Mom!”

“Wimp,” she taunts, finally releasing him. “I don’t go running to Sally every time I lose a fight.”

“Wha — you do so!”

She ducks through the infirmary door, smirking like she can’t hear him.

“You literally — you snitched on me last week! I got grounded for two days!”

“And you deserved it,” she says primly.

He gapes. “I did not!”

“Anytime you two are done,” Kayla drawls, shoving a clipboard at them. They accept it with matching sheepish grins, cowed at her perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly tapping foot. “I got patients to deal with and older brothers to harass. Let’s get this moving.”

She is shockingly good at humbling people for a thirteen year old. The two of them turn to their clipboard, chagrined, letting her stomp away with an exasperated He’ll be with you soon! Don’t set off the sprinklers again!

“That was one time,” Percy mumbles, ears reddening.

Annabeth pats him on the back. “There, there,” she says mockingly. “The fact that it was one time definitely negates the fact that you flooded the entire Big House because you got jumpscared by a child.”

“Harley can be sneaky, okay. Let me live.”

“Literally no.”

Annabeth does most of the paperwork for him, ‘cause she’s a nerd because his wrist is far too swollen for him to write properly, so it takes maybe half the time it normally would. The infirmary is crowded as Hell, though (he knows, he’s been), so they settle in for the wait, amusing themselves by tearing little pieces off of a blank form, balling them up, and tossing them in increasingly harder places. Percy is winning 7-4, although Annabeth might just pull through if she manages to toss her paper ball into Travis’ wide-open snoring mouth.

“Hey, guys. Sorry for the wait.”

Aw. She missed. Percy was looking forward to that.

“Hey, Will.”

He drags his attention away from the son of Hermes to greet his friend, but frowns before he can open his mouth.

“Woah, dude, you good? You look exhausted.”

Will snorts. “Welcome to spring break, man.” He holds his hand out for the clipboard, scanning it briefly. “Sparring injury? Oh, thank the gods. I could use a break. Here, face me.”

He climbs up onto the minimal left over space on the cot, tucking his legs under his thighs. Percy turns to mirror him, hesitantly sticking out his arm — A break? he mouths to Annabeth, meeting her eyes over Will’s head.

She shrugs.

“Just spent four hours putting Jake’s nose back on his face,” Will mumbles, placing a careful hand on his fingertips and his forearm. Percy flinches — his skin is blisteringly hot. Like someone just dropped a hot stone onto him. “I never want to sing a skin cell hymn again in my life.” He prods at Percy’s wrist for a moment, gentle enough not to hurt. “Okay, hold still, I’m gonna fix ya right up.”

Healing hymns are familiar, by now, but Percy will never get tired of them.

The cool thing about ambrosia and nectar is that as pleasure food for the gods, it’s pleasant. It’s whatever taste you want, whatever you need to have most, you get it. But healing hymns are intentional the way nectar and ambrosia aren’t. Ambrosia and nectar happen to be healing for demigods — healing hymns were constructed to knit you back together, like you mother smoothing a bandaid over a skinned knee. They’re warm and sweet and deeply, endlessly comforting in a way most things simply cannot claim to be. They don’t feel like a medical procedure or a hasty patch job, they feel like someone gripping you tightly and promising you’ll be okay. They feel like getting carried to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. They feel like sitting down after hours of standing, like a drink of water when your throat is drier than sand. Healing hymns draw the pain and sick and ache from your body, and they feel like relief.

But this time, Percy can’t focus on it.

With every word, Will seems to get a little duller. Nothing like the horrible ash-grey he went in the war, dragging the poison from Annabeth’s body, but like his usual sunny disposition was dialed down a few notches. Enough that Annabeth frowns in concern, drumming her hands on her thighs, watching him closely.

“There,” Will says, pulling away. Percy turns his now-healed wrist, noticing the slight pant to Will’s breath, the strain to his smile. The shake of his blistered fingertips.

“You look overworked,” Annabeth says quietly.

Will holds his hands up in a what can you do gesture. “Spring break.”

“You said.”

“It’s just busy, is all.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Guys,” he interrupts, smiling tiredly, “there are two hundred ADHD demigods at this camp right now who have been trapped in a classroom for six months. There are three of us. I’m going to be a little drained; we’re all a little drained. But I’m fine, okay?” He gives them a second to scrutinize his expression, eyebrows raised in amusement. “I have been running my infirmary for years. I know how to pace myself, and I certainly know how to make sure my siblings are pacing themselves. If something goes really wrong, Chiron is a whistle away. I can go longer than you guys without sleep, anyway. Apollo kid health.”

“If you say so,” Percy says reluctantly. “I just — I can wear a wrist brace, man. Not every injury needs to be handled when it happens. You can tell people no.”

“I appreciate that, Percy, and I’ll keep it in mind. Anyways, I’ve got more patients. Stay off that wrist for the rest of the day, okay? It might be tender for a bit.”

Percy turns to Annabeth as Will leaves, frowning. He’s has never noticed the so-called spring break stress before (his camp spring breaks are usually a blast, but now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t think of a single spring break where he spent any time at all with Will, which is odd), but it can’t be good for him. There’s gotta be something they can do to ease some of the bruising under their friend’s eyes.

“I could set off the fire alarms again,” Percy suggests. “That’ll certainly get this place cleared out.”

Annabeth snorts. “I think that’ll cause more harm than good, Seaweed Brain. It’ll just fall in him to clean it all up, after.”

“Shoot.”

Percy counts nine of the forty cots currently unused. Will, Kayla, and Austin are rushing from cot to cot, handing out nectar, wrapping bandages, rattling off hymns at light speed. All three of them look exhausted, squeezing shoulders when they pass each other, knocking hips, exchanging tired smiles. This is so clearly something they’re used to.

Annabeth’s head rests on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t always like this,” she whispers. “When it was fully staffed…”

Percy exhales heavily. Yeah. He remembers. There was a lot less complication, once upon a time. The most chaotic the infirmary would get was when Lee would challenge his siblings to Hymn Karaoke — trying to heal with pop songs. There was a lot more laughter, at one point. A lot more people.

Percy sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. It never does well to dwell, but he — gods, he wish they all had more time. To sit with it, to acknowledge…everything. Siblings. Friends. A camp that’s smaller than it’s supposed to be.

Annabeth squeezes his hand again, and he squeezes back, resting his head on top of hers.

“Hey,” she murmurs after a moment, pursing her lips at the front door. “Look.”

Slinking through the entrance like a criminal is Nico, in all his dork ass black camp shirt glory. He looks around shiftily, like he’s trying to make sure no one sees him, and when his gaze lands on Percy and Annabeth his eyes widen. Annabeth smiles at him, but it does nothing to ease the spooked look to his face, back arched like a startled cat. He turns to leave, but before he can slip back out the door —

“Nico!”

The son of Hades whips back around so quickly he brains himself on the doorframe. Percy ducks his head and bites his lip, hard, because he can feel Nico’s glare at the side of his head like the press of hot coal, and if he laughs as badly as he wants to then the infirmary is about to look like a Spirit Halloween.

Will turns back to his patient, squeezing his eyes shut and rattling a hymn off so quickly it makes a burst of light pop from his whole body, and rushes over to where Nico’s standing. He only trips over two things, which is remarkable for him. Percy would be proud if he wasn’t a little embarrassed on his behalf.

“Nico! Hi!”

“He-ey, Will,” Nico says, voice cracking badly on every vowel. Annabeth shoves her face into Percy’s shoulder, body shaking.

“I didn’t know you were coming! I thought you were in the arena all day.”

Nico shrugs, shoes scuffing the floor. “I am. I just — uh, I got hurt? So. Came to see you.”

Will’s beam is so bright it hurts to look at, a little. Percy squints and realises that’s not just the excitement, actually — he really is glowing, faintly. His hands flap slightly at his sides.

“Well, you’re in the right place, then.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them say anything for a minute, rocking back on their heels. Will watches Nico closely, biting his lip. Nico looks resolutely at the floor.

“We weren’t this bad,” Annabeth whispers, “were we?”

Percy shakes his head. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“Gods. It’s so — I don’t know whether to smile or take a dip in the Lethe. It’s embarrassing and endearing at the same time.”

“Painful to watch, but I can’t stop looking,” Percy agrees.

“What’d you hurt?” Will asks, finally. “Did you pull your shoulder again?”

A look of panic flits briefly across Nico’s face until he smooths it to something neutral, aloof.

“Yep. Totally. During — sword fighting, I swung — I did this really big thrust, actually. Just — hugely powerful, training dummy exploded on impact.” He clears his throat. “Some might say too powerful. If you can imagine.”

Percy cradles his head in his hands. “Oh my gods — ”

“Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh,” Annabeth chants, “oh my gods, don’t laugh —”

A light flush dusts Will’s cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling with his earrings. “Woah, really? I’ve never heard of that before.”

Nico smirks, standing up a little straighter. “Well, it’s not the first time. I tend to go pretty hard.” Remembering his supposedly hurt shoulder, he exaggerates a wince. “Too hard sometimes, I guess. Could you do the — the energy thing?”

“Oh — gods, yeah, sorry. Hold on.” He stares at Nico’s shoulder, hesitating. “It, um, works better with skin-to-skin contact.”

“I have seen crystal vases less transparent,” Annabeth says, aghast. “In two years he’s going to remember this and try to drown himself.”

“I will be counting down the days,” Percy says gleefully.

On rare, rare occasions, the gods answer his prayers. Clearly, both Nemesis and Aphrodite are looking at him kindly today. Percy makes a note to scrape some of the good stuff off his plate for them both today. Hell, maybe he’ll skip the portioning and toss them an entire roast chicken each. Or something. They deserve it.

Will places both hands — interesting, Percy notes, his wrist was snapped cleanly in two and he only needed one hand, wonder why that was — on Nico’s shoulder and closes his eyes, screwing up his face in concentration.

“Huh. I’m not feeling much damage. You said it was your right shoulder?”

“I heal quick,” Nico says loudly. “I mean, some of the damage might have — um.” He clears his throat. His face glows a faint crimson. He clears his throat again. “Y’know?”

Will’s face is a similar shade.

“Right, right. Yeah. Um, brace yourself.”

Instead of starting to sing, Will closes his eyes, holding completely still. After a moment, the tips of his fingers begin to glow; soft, ambery yellow, flickering like lit candles. He opens his eyes again and focuses intently on Nico’s bare skin, tracing patterns around every defined muscle, leaving a trail of light behind. He lingers, for a moment, when he connects the last string of light, waiting until it has faded entirely from Nico’s skin to remove his hands and shove them in the pockets of his coat.

“That better?” he asks softly.

Nico swallows. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m glad, Nico. It means a lot that you — came to me. When you needed it.”

“I trust you, I guess.” Nico looks away. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Percy says thoughtfully.

Annabeth laughs, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t be mean.” She pauses. “Me too.”

With a sigh that can only be described as besotted, Will steps reluctantly away.

“I have patients,” he says, in the same tone of voice Percy usually says I have midterms. “So I gotta…”

“Yeah, no, go. Do your —” Nico gestures vaguely. “Doctor thing.”

“Right. Yeah. I’m gonna — go.” He turns, walking back towards a group of Hephaestus kids who appear to be tightly entangled in some kind of net. After a few steps, though, he pauses, biting his lip, then darts back over to Nico, pressing a lightning-fast kiss to his cheek — “Um, bye. Thank you for visiting. Bye,” — and then runs back over to his siblings, shy smile on his face.

Nico’s jaw is brushing the floor of his father’s palace. He stands, still as a statue, for four entire minutes.

“I think he just died,” Annabeth observes, eyebrows climbing higher and higher up her forehead with every passing second “Damn. Survived so much only to literally die because a cute boy kissed his cheek. A true hero’s end.”

Percy, because he is a kind, concerned friend, clears his throat loudly.

“Yo, di Angelo, you alive?”

Nico startles so violently he falls right over. Percy shoves his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Nico hisses venomously, scrambling upright. “Both of you, shut the — not a word —”

Percy and Annabeth make the mistake of looking at each other and simply erupt. Percy can’t feel his stomach. His lungs have abandoned ship. He’s glad as hell he’s in the infirmary because he is heaving for breath, tears streaming down his face, entire body convulsing. Nico stands in front of them literally shaking with rage, entire body redder than one of Apollo’s sacred cows, trying and failing to string together a threat that will ease any and all of his suffering. Annabeth screeches, almost falling off the bed as she cackles. Percy cannot even find the strength to catch her, his muscles are so weak.

“I fucking — I hate you! Both of you! You’re dead to me!”

“Your face!” Percy shrieks.

“Percy Jackson, I am going to turn you to fucking dark matter! I despise your very essence! I —” He stomps his foot. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave a rotting corpse in your cabin! Screw you!”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth wheezes, digging her nails into his arm. “Oh my gods, that was —”

Percy wipes a tear from his eye. “I love being alive. I love being alive so much.”

“It really is great.” Composing herself, and biting back the leftover giggles that keep bubbling out, Annabeth looks back towards Will. He stands much straighter, now, smile back to full brightness. His siblings, too, look rejuvenated, snickering to each other and making kissy faces behind Will’s back. “So many beautiful things to witness. I’ve never seen his face go that red.”

Percy sighs. “This is genuinely going to carry me through the semester. I think his soul died a little. And Will just — gods, that kid is bold.”

“Oh says you, Mr. Do I Get A Good Luck Kiss.”

“Hey, I earned that.”

Annabeth grins, punching him in the shoulder. He grabs her wrist and tugs her towards him, chasing the curve of her smile. She laughs into his mouth and it taste like strawberries and freedom, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, to her jaw, and the side of her neck, resting there, breathing against her skin. After a moment her hands come up and slide in his hair, gently untangling the knotted mess.

“He is one thousand percent going to put a zombie in your bed, you know,” she says after a moment.

Percy snorts. “Yeah, I know.” He smiles. “Worth it.”

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mlmshipbracket · 2 months

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ROUND 2: POLL #24

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

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Nico di Angelo/Will Solace:

They’re like sun and moon. Will is the son of Apollo, very happy and friendly, an excellent healer. Then you have Nico who is son of Hades, a much more gloomy person. They are mostly opposites, but fit together so well.

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be-crazyinsane · 8 months

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

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willsworldd · 1 year

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they are so gay

conservatives would hate them

#solangelo #i love will solace so much #will solace/nico di angelo #will solace x nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico di angelo x will solace #nico di angelo

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tortured-demigods-department · 3 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Nico di Angelo & Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase & Nico di Angelo, Nico di Angelo & Everyone Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Kayla Knowles, Austin Lake Additional Tags: so i've been sitting on this fic since middle school okay, and im aware that its likely in no way original OR unlike anything else you've ever seen before, it's that obligatory-three-days-in-the-infirmary-fic BUT, it starts AT THE END of those three days, Starting Over, Friendship, Developing Friendships, learning how to be accepted, Learning Self-Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, but in order to get there, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Self-Doubt, emotional roller coasters, Canon Compliant, at least up to a point?, not sure if i'm going to keep ~certain~ aspects from TOA, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, like seriously who let these kids fight TWO wars, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Leaning to Be a Kid, Nico di Angelo Needs a Hug, Nico di Angelo-centric, Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson Friendship, Percy Jackson is a Mess, listen percy fucked up a LOT okay, but that will be addressed, Percy Jackson is a Good Friend, Will Solace is a Good Friend, Will Solace is a Mess, lets just establish that EVERYONE IS A MESS, Protective Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo is Trying, Nico di Angelo is Scared of the Dark, AIJFKGJKSDLJFKLJSD, that was NOT a tag when i was in middle/high school, i am SO FUCKING EXCITED that thats a tag now, Nico di Angelo is a Mess, LMAO how did i miss that one before now, i'll probably be back with more tags later, Will Solace is a Ball of Sunshine, Will Solace Has Anxiety Summary:

He doesn’t remember the last time that he had the time to do something as simple as just look up. He’s been running for so long, he’s been trapped and let go and pushed and dragged across the world and back again, and he doesn’t know how it happened but somehow he has found himself standing still—maybe for the first time since he found out he was a demigod. Maybe for the first time since he and Biance were brought out of the Lotus and back into the real world, when she’d cupped his face between her hands and promised, “Now we’ll have a real life, you and I.”

He wonders, as he often does, what she would think if she could see him now.

or,

Starting after Nico's three-day-stay in the infirmary, the repercussions of being alone and fighting in two wars—across the span of only four years, might he add—begin to manifest. Featuring the formation of new friendships, reconciliation with old ones, self-reinvention, and the revolutionary concept that it's okay to just be a kid and need people sometimes.

THE SECOND CHAPTER OF MY NEWEST FIC IS UP GO VALIDATE ME AND TELL ME IM—AHEM, I MEAN MY FIC—IS CUTE <33333

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #nico di angelo/will solace #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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lavenderclearwater · 1 year

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Chiron gave up on the assigned tables after the Romans came along. Most of the campers were overjoyed about the change, especially the ones who didn't have many if any, siblings. The Seven took it exceptionally well and set up their own table, plus a few friends. Nico and Will joined them this morning for breakfast. It has been a while since they caught up. He piled on his plate with bacon and eggs, with his darkling boyfriend got a bowl of oatmeal and a single pomegranate. They chatted a little while eating, but they focused mainly on stuffing their faces.

The life of a demigod took a lot of energy and even more food. Even then, seeing Percy eat a comical stack of pancakes was off putting. He watched in amusement as Nico struggled with his hair, constantly tucking his hair behind his ears to prevent it from getting in his food.

"Dude, you should get a haircut," Jason said through his breakfast sandwich.

"My hair is not that long," Nico tried to defend himself, failing miserably.

"You can't even eat anymore without having to incessantly mess with it," he pointed out.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it? It's not like anyone here knows how to cut hair."

"I do," Annabeth told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some of the Aphrodite kids taught me years ago. I could do your hair if you want. I've done it loads of times."

"It's not even that bad right now! You should see it in the morning.

"Okay," he replied without thinking.

Absolute chaos erupted. Leo laughed. Percy choked on his drink. Annabeth rolled her eyes. Frank was appalled. Hazel was very proud of himself for being so smooth. Jason tried to climb over the table to get to him while Piper held him back. Nico was confused, and it was later explained to him what he was implying. Of course, being the innocent that he was in the matter, he turned into a blushing mess. However, he did decide to take Annabeth on her offer.

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He hasn't seen Nico since yesterday afternoon. Annabeth had cut his hair by now, and he couldn't wait to see his little makeover. Will eventually bumped into him during training. He and Percy were in the middle of a fascinating sword match, each of them keeping the other on their toes. He was floored when he saw him pause to slick back his hair. It still had some length to it and still looked messy but in a professionally done way. She did a great job and could consider going into cosmetology instead of architecture if she wished.

His boyfriend looked very…hot, and it had nothing to do with the high summer temperatures.

"You're drooling just a bit there, Solace," Leo teased.

"Shut up," he snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment from being caught staring.

"Better not let Jason catch you looking at his baby cuz like that. Boyfriend or not."

"I'm not worried," he lied.

Jason could definitely kick his ass if he wanted to, hands down. Although, that would likely result in Nico kicking his ass in retaliation. He still wasn't going to risk it.

"What do you think?" Nico asked, pulling him back to reality.

"You look terrific."

"Thanks."

"Wanna head to your cabin to clean up and hang out?"

"Sure."

* * *

Jason watched them leave the arena.

"Where are they going?"

"Nico's cabin," Leo answered.

"What are they going to do there?"

"I don't even want to think about that, but you could say they are definitely not playing Mythomagic."

Jason looked at them fade from view in horror.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36372412

#PJO #HOO #Fanfiction #Nico di Angelo/Will Solace #Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson #Jason Grace/Piper McLean #Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang #Fluff #Humor #Crack #AO3

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redheadosity · 9 months

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To Belong and Be Loved (A Solangelo College AU)

I can't believe I haven't posted this here! Well, here we go tumblrland. I'll share this exercise in creative writing with y'all as well. There are currently 13 chapters and I am currently updating bi-weekly. I don't claim to be creating a masterpeice, but its fun, so I don't apologize for anything. :)

Summary: Going off to university means changes in every aspect of life. New living environment, new routines, and new relationships (definitely friends, but maybe more). The changes can be overwhelming, but when you have friends that go to the same school, it can ease things, or make things worse if they like to meddle. Follow Nico and Will as they start their college years and navigate the rollercoaster of campus life, friendship, family, and love. A new start does not mean the traumas of life simply end but finding that space where you feel you belong and finding those who love you even on the dark days, that's a happy ending that everyone can hope for.

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Today was not Nico’s day. The anxiety caused by the official start of classes resulted in a night of tossing and turning. Insomnia was no stranger to him, but Nico felt as if it had partnered with some outstanding bad karma as he watched the hours go by. Fortunately, he had multiple alarms set. He knew it may take him forever to get to sleep, but once he did, he slept like the dead. Unfortunately, he turned his last alarm off instead of pressing snooze. So, instead of having a morning to mentally prepare for new social situations and put in the effort to make good impressions, he was now throwing on whatever clothes he could find first, praying they were clean. He didn’t bother looking in a mirror as he threw on his well-loved converse, grabbed his bag, ran a hand through his hair, and hurried out the door.

The cool morning air whipped in Nico's face as he rushed out of his dorm building. He cursed whoever thought classes at 8:00am for college students was ok. It was bad enough that he was tortured through his 13 years of public school. This was supposed to be the start of freedom. Instead, he was rushing across campus to his very first college class, already running late. Glancing at his watch, he knew he would make it, but just barely. He had made sure to time how long it would take him to get to each class. He may press snooze one, two, or ten times, but he was always prepared and he did not like when things didn’t go his way. This morning was a prime example, his frustration getting closer to boiling over with each step he took. He reached the large brick building and swung the door open with abandon; hopefully, no one was behind him as he would not be holding it for them today. He skidded to a stop as he almost missed the classroom. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to slow his heart rate, he opened the door and went inside.

Fumbling with his bag, Nico pushed his way to an empty seat towards the back of the classroom. The room was set up with long tables, each on a different level, like stadium seating. Since class started in less than a minute, almost every seat was taken, except most of the first row, which Nico would definitely not be sitting in, and one in the middle of the second to last row. Nico mumbled “excuse me” and “sorry” as he walked behind the other students to the empty chair. He sat with a loud sigh and dropped his bag, not worrying if the noise disturbed anyone around him.

“Rough day already?” Whoever he sat next to asked, clearly stifling laughter.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah, not exactly walking on sunshine over here." Nico spat, his words dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, you don’t look like a Katrina, so that makes sense.” Who was this guy? Nico had not had time to wake up enough to deal with this level of absurdity.

"What in the name of Hades are you going on about?" Nico, primed and ready to scare the stranger off, finally looked over and was taken aback by the startling blue eyes staring at him.

“Katrina and the Waves. The band who sings ‘Walking on Sunshine’?” The guy raised an eyebrow in question, surprised Nico didn’t know this.

"Yeah… I have no idea what you're talking about. Is that a new song or something?" Why was Nico still talking to him? He saw the teacher come in and knew she was probably starting to introduce herself and the course. Nico didn't want to talk to this guy. He just wanted to show up, get whatever information he needed, and get on to the next class. He was not like the other bright-eyed freshmen who were excited to just be at college. This was Intro to Humanities, an elective, and it was the first day. He knew they would discuss the syllabus, probably play a horrible 'get to know you' game, and be on their way. He expected to be able to slip in and out of his classes, barely noticed, and make it back to his dorm with minimal socialization. Instead, he was being distracted and manipulated into conversation with the blue-eyed, golden-skinned, curly-haired blond sitting beside him.

“Are you serious? That album came out in 1983! It was one of my mom's favorites." The blond chuckled, and Nico watched as his nose crinkled when he laughed. Nico also noticed the seemingly perfect sprinkling of freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks.

“Guess I’m not some sort of musical encyclopedia. Sorry. Just assumed it was a figure of speech.” Nico shrugged.

"Boys, would you like to introduce yourselves to the class first since you seem so eager to converse?" the teacher asked pointedly, and Nico watched as all the other students turned to look at him and the guy he had been talking to.

"Oh… uh…" Nico started to stutter under pressure; he hated being caught off guard and he despised looking intimidated in front of a crowd. The blond seemed to notice his uncomfortable demeanor and spoke up first.

"Oh, of course, ma'am! I am sorry if we were disruptive. I'm just so excited for this course. My name is Will. Will Solace. I'm from Austin, Texas, and I am pre-med, going for a neuroscience major, but I have always had a huge interest in other cultures and the arts, so here I am!" The blond, Will, stood up and introduced himself to the room effortlessly. He exuded cheerfulness and warmth.

“Well, thank you, Will, for leading the introductions." The teacher turned her attention to Nico. "Your turn, although you definitely do not have to stand if you don't feel like it." Clearly, her guard had fallen with Will's eagerness to please during his introduction. Nico did not want to stand, but he sat up straighter.

“Uh… my name is Nico di Angelo. I’m from L.A. I am thinking about an anthropology major. I enjoy studying language, literature, and history, so I thought humanities would be a good start as an elective to feel things out." Nico started to shrink into himself a bit the longer he talked. He could show confidence when he knew he had the skills to back it up, but after Will, who clearly had his life plan together on the first day of college, Nico felt unimpressive.

“Do you speak more than one language?” Will whispered to him as the class continued the introductions.

“Oh, uh, yeah. A couple.” Nico shrugged, surprised Will wanted to continue a conversation.

“A couple? Like more than two? That’s amazing! I took a few years of Spanish in high school, but I’m nowhere near fluent. I basically knew enough to compliment the owner of our favorite Mexican restaurant back home. She and her husband ran the place. She worked the front, and he cooked. They were the sweetest couple. Made the best tamales and horchata. So, what languages do you speak?" Nico just blinked as he tried to take in everything Will was saying. He talked too fast and spoke in a low whisper so only Nico could hear. Keeping up with the tangent was a lot for Nico this early. It was an 8:00 am class. How was this guy so chipper?

"Well, I grew up in Italy until I was 10, so I grew up with that as my first language. Then I took Latin in high school. Then decided to learn Greek on my own one summer when I got really into mythology and ancient cultures. I never learned Spanish, but the romantic languages have a lot of similarities, so if I'm reading, I can sometimes make out the gist of things in Spanish and French." Nico shrugged and answered Will while pulling on a loose string on the hem of his shirt. Nico knew they weren't the most impressive facts. It wasn’t creative or original nor nearly as challenging as neuroscience. But when he looked up again, Will was gaping at him in awe.

"That's… wow… I mean, ya said ya enjoyed studyin’ language, but like… man… that’s so impressive. I mean… I could never.” Will’s whisper was almost mumbled now. He just kept staring at Nico. A pink tint started to flush over his cheeks as he looked down at the table. However, Nico didn’t notice as he was too busy focusing on the southern drawl he heard when Will spoke more casually.

"I guess, but it’s not as impressive as medicine. I mean, I'll never be saving lives or anything. Anyone can learn a language; we all do it as babies. But learning to treat illness and injury? That's a real skill." Nico fidgeted with his skull ring, suddenly very nervous to look at Will. Nico was never one to take compliments well, and here was this complete stranger telling him he was impressive. By this point, Nico usually would have shied away from the conversation. Nico didn’t know what made him so willing to talk to Will. He was not what one would describe as a 'people person.' He didn't always give off the best first impressions and wasn't great at making new friends. Not that he tried to be outright rude to others. He was shy and quiet most of the time, and wearing dark colors (primarily black) wasn't what people saw as overly inviting. But Will, with his sunny demeanor and welcoming presence, made Nico feel… something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Friendly? Amiable? Cozy? Nico decided not to focus on that.

"Well, I'm no doctor yet. Just first aid certified." Will blushed harder, but again, Nico was too distracted by his thoughts to notice. "Basically, I'm a glorified band-aid dispenser. But I can do CPR, so I guess I got some skill. Those chest compressions are no joke!" Will forced a laugh and looked at Nico from the corner of his eyes, trying to determine if his self-deprecating comment had lost Nico's interest.

"Well, seeing as I literally never have bandages when I seem to need them, at least now I know someone who does." Nico half-smiled at Will. He still didn't know why, but he wanted Will to know he was appreciated at whatever skill level. Although Nico was sure he could do much more than place a bandage.

“Don’t you have a first aid kit? Like in your dorm?” Will looked shocked by this information.

“Eh, maybe? Do they come with one? Guess it just wasn’t on my essentials list for packing.” Nico shrugged.

"That's… you should make sure you get one," Will said. Nico thought he sensed Will holding back a lecture about the necessity of first aid and emergency items.

"Well, if there aren't any questions, I will let you all go early today. The required texts are listed on the syllabus. Please ensure that you have these by the end of the week, as you won't be able to continue past them without them!" Their teacher announced, and the sound of students shuffling their things to leave filled the room.

“One class down, three to go!” Nico declared as he stretched his back over his chair.

"What else are you taking this semester?" Will asked, quickly turning to grab his bag on the opposite side from Nico.

“Critical Composition, Statistical Reasoning, and Intro to Anthropology,” Nico rattled off.

“Cool! I’m takin’ Critical Comp too. Wonder if we have the same class.”

"I'm Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11," Nico shared as he looked over the schedule he shoved in his pocket.

“Oh, I've got it Monday and Wednesday," Will said, looking… defeated? No, Nico definitely read that wrong.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow? This is a daily class, right?" Nico asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Yeah! Seeya tomorrow then!" Will smiled, and they made their way out of the classroom. Nico replayed many moments of their conversation as he made his way to his statistics class. He was proud of himself for making an acquaintance so quickly. And one who was so willing to take control of the conversation, despite Nico's initial awkwardness. He may actually look forward to coming to class tomorrow. He may even get there early.

Continue reading here: To Belong and Be Loved - Chapter 2 - redheadosity - Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan [Archive of Our Own]

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #tsats #percy jackson #the sun and the star #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo/will solace #ao3 fanfic #redheadosity writes #work in progress #college au

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jankwritten · 2 years

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Handful of Homes (link)

rated G, 2.8k words, corniness and fluff and coming out.

Relationships: Will Solace/Nico di Angelo, past Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo (momentarily mentioned)

Summary: Nico is eighteen, in an eight-month old relationship, and he thinks that it's probably, maybe, finally time to tell Will that he's asexual.

#yaaaaay!#Solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Nico di Angelo/Will Solace #Nico/Will #fluff #coming out #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #HoO #Heroes of Olympus #Persephone is a good step-mom

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thesomethingchroniclez · 5 months

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i’ve been thinking about riordanverse demigods and their mommy issues.

annabeth, piper, alex fierro: my mom is an absent goddess who’s kind of a bitch to me and my loved ones

jason, thalia, hazel: my mom was a messed up person when she was alive

nico, leo, frank, magnus chase: my mom died years ago but she was a wonderful person and i miss her every day

percy jackson and will solace: MY MOM 🤱 is my BEST 🤩 FRIEND 👯 she is so LOVELY 🥰 and KIND 💕 and COOL 😎 and i’m having DINNER 🍽️ WITH HER ON SATURDAY 🥳💫🤪

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mediumgayitalian · 1 month

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Will would like to say, at risk of perjuring himself, that he did not intend to fall asleep.

Like, he wanted to.

And he did.

But it was not his original intent.

His original intent was to stabilize his patients (success), climb out the back window of the infirmary (success), stick the landing (failure is good for growth), meet Nico behind the Big House (success), and shadow travel to his cabin without throwing up (fifty percent is a pass). The secondary intent was to sprawl on his boyfriend’s lap, taking up as much space as possible in his massive, against-camp-regulations bed (how it is possible to be Dionysus’ nepo baby without actually being a child of Dionysus, Will shall never know), turn off his brain, and watch him play video games for a while.

The issue is that Nico is so comfortable.

Yeah, he’s bony. And yeah, sometimes he gets really into the game and forgets that Will is there, elbowing him in the face as he cusses at the screen in what sounds like ancient Latin. And yeah, the sound of a CoD lobby is the opposite of a sleep-conductive environment. However.

However.

While he may spend hours of his week standing on tables, lecturing on healthy eating habits and regular circadian rhythms via sonnet, and enforcing said habits via taser (rip Leo Valdez, you would’ve loved watching Will taser people for stress relief, come back alive soon), Will is what his friends and family call a ‘big fat hypocrite’.

He wouldn’t know healthy habits if they painted themselves bright neon blue (the easiest colour for him to see), stood ten feet tall, dressed in Malvolio’s outfit from Twelfth Night, and roundhouse kicked him in the teeth his mother spent thousands of dollars on (braces suck). He has not slept through the night even once his whole life. Yesterday, his two meals were 1) twizzlers and 2) audacity. He once measured how much liquid he had in his system on any given time and then drank approximately two point seven litres of RedBull to become, by volume, one half percent caffeine. (His heart did indeed stop. But it started back up again when Jason shocked him, so it was fine. Plus, he wrote it all down, so in reality it was science.)

Also, his dumbfuck peers keep getting themselves maimed, and he was informed unfortunately by Chiron that he cannot strike and leave them to suffer. (Accusing him of violating his First Amendment Right To Petition got him nothing but stable duty.) As of ten minutes before Nico picked him up, he was on his thirty-ninth consecutive hour of being awake. Probably. (He’s reasonably certain that climbing a tree on Friday morning and belting himself to the trunk, Katniss Everdeen style, for a quick catnap was not a fever dream, but one can never be too certain.)

Regardless. Point is, Will had cute boys to cuddle and Thoughts to Think. He had no intention of falling asleep.

And, yet.

He wakes up warm — the perfect kind of warm, wherein you feel akin to a soupified caterpillar in a chrysalis — or like a croissant lovingly shaped by the hands of an elderly chef in Paris and baked with care in a regulated oven — or like a wonderfully blubbery elephant seal baking on a slick rock — or like a space rock hurtling through the —

“Morning, Sunshine,” murmurs a very familiar voice. Following the very gentle murmur is a very gentle smooch on the forehead. Will, still mostly asleep, thinks he would sign off his soul without a second thought to ensure it happens again. “Or evening, rather.”

“Has anyone ever offered you their soul?” Will asks, fuzzy and disoriented. He tries and fails to blink the grogginess away, but the world around him stays dark, and the hand in his hair remains where it is, and he is so, so sleepy.

“Not yet,” Nico says. Will can hear the amused smile in his voice. “Why?”

Will yawns. “No reason. Timizzit?”

“Late, tesoro. Past curfew.”

Will groans, knocking his head gently back into Nico’s hold.

Of course his dumb ass slept through the evening. Of course he now has to drag himself awake and walk, in the blistering, nose-numbing frost (it’s sixty degrees, Solace) across camp, dodging feral harpy attacks (Apollo kids have harpy immunity, William), and trudging into his sad, small, lonely bed (gods above you are your father’s son) where he will of course be fully awake by the time he gets there. God really does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers. (You’re an atheist, William Andrew.)

“Why me,” he laments, refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap. Perhaps he will simply wither here, warm, satisfied, and more importantly away from little siblings who will not stop squabbling even when their long-suffering older brother looks longingly and pointedly at a bottle of cyanide.

Nico snorts. “Because the gods are punishing you for your crimes.”

“I have committed no crimes! This is unjust! Partisan! I am Hester Prynne and she is me —”

“Your mother is going to hell for teaching you literacy.”

“Defamation and libel!”

“Shut up, Will, gods —”

But he softens the blow of his words by leaning down, hands on either side of Will’s face, and kissing him like he’s trying to breathe him back to life. Or keep him quiet, honestly, but he smells like woodsmoke and citrus and old leather so Will doesn’t really mind. Even if he did, the chapped skin of Nico’s lips serves as a very good distraction, as does the brush of his thumb over Will’s cheekbone and the cool press of his ring against Will’s heated skin.

“Stay over,” he whispers, shifting his lips to Will’s chin, his jaw, his neck. He scratches his teeth lightly against Will’s adam’s apple and his hemoglobin briefly forget how important their job is. “You don’t have a shift tomorrow and everyone at camp owes you, like, twelve favours each.”

“That’s very convincing,” Will mumbles, unsure if he’s referring to Nico’s sound logic or the breath he blows on the shell of Will’s ear, which makes his arrector pili muscles go crazy. (He could make a more convincing case for the logic if all the blood had not abandoned his brain. Alas.)

“I’m a very convincing person.”

He slides a hand under Will’s shirt and his already very weak resolve pulls out a suitcase, packs its things, and abandons its family to pursue a career in competitive shoemaking. Or something. Nico’s hands are very very cold and it feels really really good for some reason and Will is just one man, okay. He may have been named after willpower but that does not mean he possesses any. And Nico is a convincing person. He out-stubborned Death.

“Okay,” he gasps out, arching into the nail Nico scratches over the intensely sensitive skin of his hip, “I’m staying, I’m staying, please take all your wiles and ship them out into the sea in a wine crate ala Danaë and her newborn.”

“…You are such a deeply strange person.”

“And yet you love me so.”

Nico presses his smile to Will’s forehead. “Indeed, I do.”

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mlmshipbracket · 2 months

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ROUND 1: POLL #48

Solangelo edit, original individual character art by viria on Tumblr

ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace:

Tan/Bun:

hey are the ultimate freak4freak. they are not normal at all about each other and see each other's red flags and think it's sexy. Bun thinks that Tan is a murder suspect in a case he's investigating (he's a doctor who hates cops so he's taking things into his own hands) and still agrees to move in with him. Bun installs a tracker onto Tan's phone and tells him about it and Tan is just like "wow we're getting closer aren't we that's so cool." They are both such freaks and no one else could handle them but each other.

[SPOILERS]

this video really shows it off well

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chaoticfvckingdisaster · 4 months

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Something I think about a lot is how Rick Riordan very rarely uses "girlfriend/boyfriend" to refer to Percy and Annabeth within their perspectives. They're so intertwined, even Annabeth says in hoh that the word boyfriend isn't strong enough, because Percy was a part of her. They are a singular soul, too wrapped around each others' fates that regular labels are far too weak for them. But, Rick Riordan uses "boyfriend" a lot in Nico and Wills perspectives, not because they love each other less than percabeth, but to show how much the word means to them. Nico uses it any chance he gets- "his boyfriend," "he actually had a boyfriend," because Nico has never been able to say that before. Their struggle with their queer identities mixed with Nico's catholic guilt and chronic everyone-hates-me disease makes the fact that he has someone to call his actual boyfriend so much more important to his character development.

#yeah ik I'm solangelo posting again listen tsats is fucking me up ok #please god don't take this as me saying will is only important when he's in love w nico he's his own character #and I just read a bit from hoh #rick riordan #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #tsats #the sun and the star #house of hades #chaotic's posts

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willsworldd · 1 year

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150 DAYS UNTIL THE SUN AND THE STAR COMES OUT!!! ONLY FIVE MONTHS LEFTTT!!!

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flum3n · 7 months

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in like ten years time rick riordan is going to have the opportunity to defend his title of funniest person alive and cast a will solace with black hair and green eyes

#pjo series #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #not poetry #pjo shitpost

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lavenderclearwater · 1 year

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Mine

NICO POV

It's just another day at Camp Half-Blood, yet another camper was claimed. She looked like she was around his age, with auburn hair, green eyes, and a light tan. No one was surprised when her godly parent turned out to be Aphrodite. Nico soon found that she also was a flirt like her mother. The chick has been here three days and hasn't left Will's side. He hates her guts at this point. She flirts with his boyfriend any chance she gets, even if he is there and holding his Stygian Iron sword. Will isn't a fan of all the (unwanted!) attention either.

He is clearly super uncomfortable around her with all of her little touches, but he wanted to be "polite" to tell her to back off. She knows he has a boyfriend; they have both told her multiple times. Nico decided to go to his sister for help. Hazel rejected his first proposal, which entailed summoning a small group of skeletons to drag her down to the underworld and feeding her to Cerberus during snack time. She decided to go in a very different direction.

WILL POV

After the recent influx of demigods arriving at Camp Half-Blood, the Apollo couldn't handle that many patients on their own anymore. So they started recruiting other kids from the camp who showed an interest or talent in medical care. Today he is training some of the campers from other cabins in the infirmary. Unfortunately, so was the Aphrodite girl who had been endlessly hitting on him. When she wasn't pressing herself against him, she was very charming and calming with patients. He is trying to wait her out, let her realize that he has no interest in her, but his famous patience is running thin.

Nico always looked like he was one second away from snapping and attacking her when she was around. He didn't know how long his boyfriend could control himself, even with him trying to assure him that she'll stop eventually. Yeah, it wasn't his best moment looking back on it, Will is showing the small group how to properly wrap and treat bandages, the Aphrodite girl right by his side leaning in just a little too close. He doesn't know how, but right when she was reaching to touch his arm, Nico walked in…shirtless.

Clearly, he had just returned from sword practice, soaked head to toe in sweat with his impossibly more soaked ripped shirt in his left hand and his stygian iron sword in his right hand. And he is walking straight for him.

"Hey, babe," Nico said with a smile.

"Wh-What are you-"

"Percy's hand slipped during training and nicked my side. He sent me over to ensure it doesn't get infected. Who better to treat me than my boyfriend."

"His hand slipped?" Will asked, unconvinced.

He knew that Percy was well trained and experienced, it was unlikely he would have been so reckless.

"Accidents do happen when using weapons."

I call bullshit.

"I guess they can happen every once in a while," he said, playing along for now.

"Maybe your class could observe for educational purposes?"

"Sure."

Nico sat down on a cot, setting the ruined shirt next to him. He knows that he is up to something, likely something to do with the girl, but he didn't know what yet and wants to see how this plays out. At least he could use this as a teaching opportunity. It was a small cut (even by mortal standards) and didn't need much attention, but enough to warrant a cleaning and a stitch or two to help the natural healing process. Not many people are willing to sit in the infirmary and let a group of random campers watch them get patched up.

"There. You're all good to go," he told him after setting his supplies down.

He had not been prepared for his boyfriend to grab him by the shirt and pull him down for a deep and passionate kiss.

"Thanks, babe. See you later," Nico said with a smug smile and walked out of the room like he did not just turn his brain into a puddle of goo.

The demigods he is training looked equally shocked, except for the Aphrodite girl, who looked absolutely gobsmacked.

"But...But I…"

"I told you I'm taken."

She finally got the hint after that and left him be. However, not before a bronze shield "suddenly" unearthed itself when she was on her way out the door, causing her to trip and break her nose against it. Nico still looked just as smug as before when he saw him at dinner, resulting in a long lecture (and thank you) for his unprofessional behavior.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38424079

#PJO #Fanfiction #Nico di Angelo/Will Solace #Fluff #Humor #Solangelo #AO3

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