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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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Will wakes up sometime around two, stumbling over to Arts & Crafts. He looks so incredibly, adorably sleepy, face creased with pillow marks and hair sticking out everywhere even worse than usual, that Nico can’t help his smile.

“Morning,” he says quietly, shifting over in the bench to make room. “Or, well, afternoon.”

“Mmfh,” Will responds. He sways on his feet, eyes still closed, so Nico has reach back and take his hand, guiding him to the seat Nico cleared for him.

“Still sleepy?”

Instead of answering, Will slumps onto his shoulder. Nico tenses for a moment, but quickly relaxes — Will is out of it. He’s a heavy weight on Nico’s side, and his breath comes out in little puffs; he’s halfway to snoring. He sets aside the clay sculpture he was making, wiping off his hands, and shifts slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable, sliding his hands in Will’s hair. After a quick glance to double check that no one’s around, he cards through the matted curls, carefully untangling the birds nest that sits currently upon his head.

“Night shift was long?”

Will groans, nuzzling deeper into Nico’s neck. Nico huffs, allowing it, turning his half-limp body so he’s practically sitting on top of him. It’s kind of a nice weight, actually. And Will is warm, slumped and half-sprawled in his lap like a freckly blanket.

“Got thrown up on three times.”

It takes Nico a second to decipher the words, mumbled as they are. His finger gets caught in a strand of Will’s hair as he winces, tugging a touch too hard. Will shivers.

“Oof.”

“Mhm. Shouldn’t complain, though. Not Cecil’s fault.” He pauses. “Well, it’s a little his fault. I told him not to mess with Billie’s garden.”

Nico smiles. “You know, it’s not the first time a Hermes kid has been poisoned for their dumbassery. You could’ve left his cabin to handle him.”

“They would do a horrible job. They might actually make him worse.”

“Yep.”

“…I can’t leave him to suffer, Neeks.”

“Hero complex,” Nico teases. “Sounds like a natural consequence to me.”

“Shhhh. I’m sleeping.”

“It’s two thirty in the afternoon, Solace.”

“Pot, kettle, et cetera.”

Nico smiles. “Only dorky people say et cetera when they’re half asleep.” He shifts, accepting that he has a lapful of head medic, now, no refunds or exchanges. It’s still, somehow, very comfortable — he feels as if he’s laying in a sun patch, under a warm, heavy blanket. Plus, Will smells like strawberries and lavender and his sandalwood shampoo. Nico could get used to it.

He does, however, subtly raise a couple skeleton to stand guard outside the gazebo — no need to get anyone gossiping. As cute as a sleepy Solace is, Nico can and will shove him to the ground the second anyone gets too close. He has a Reputation.

(He is a liar.)

“Did I miss the strawberry coffee cake this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Aw.”

Nico hums, untangling the last of his hair. Without anything for his hands to do, he slides them under Will’s hoodie, resting them in his stomach, ignoring his whining and exaggerated shiver at Nico’s ice-cold hands.

If Nico is going to function as his personal bean-bag chair, Will is going to function as his space heater. Fair’s fair.

“Saved a piece for you, though.”

He feels Will’s grin more than sees it, twisted up as they are. He feels his happy little wiggle, too, arms flailing before wrapping around Nico’s waist, thighs shifting before re-bracketing his hips.

“You’re my actual favourite.”

“Hm. I think you say that to all the boys you save you strawberry cake and let you nap on them.”

“Nah.” Will’s breathing starts to slow, body stilling as he rests his head right about Nico’s heart. He can feel his puffs of breath in his collarbone, tickling the skin under his thin t-shirt. “Just you.”

Nico flushes, more pleased than he’s willing to admit, and rests his chin on his head, watching over the strawberry fields. He checks that Will is actually asleep, and when he is, he presses a quick, darting kiss to his still-creased cheek, and smiles.

“You’re my favourite, too.”

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euthymiaaa · 6 months

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— pet names ideas ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

there were other names i wanted to put but i couldn't cuz i cringed internally LOL, enjoy fellas!

☁️ my love

☁️ mon amour (my love in french)

☁️ my solace (my favorite sobs)

☁️ darling

☁️ dearest

☁️ 亲爱的 / qīn'ài de (dear in mandarin)

☁️ my beloved

☁️ honey (would be even cuter if it was sarcastic loll)

☁️ pretty/handsome (THIS WHEN YOU'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP YET AAA)

☁️ any internal joke names

☁️ any shortened nickname of their name

☁️ any pet name in their own first language

#i've been wanting to call someone my solace for so long #fluff #fluff prompts #romance prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp ideas #pet names #flirting #soft prompts

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dreamyzworldlove · 4 months

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the most important thing about solangelo is that they’re both little weirdos argue with the wall

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If you like my work please reblog <3

#shhhhh the pose doesn’t make sense idc #idky I like these soft vulnerable solangelo pieces but I do #art #artists on tumblr #drawing #nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #sketch #percy jackson #will solace #solangelo #solangelo fan art #pjo fandom #pjo fanart #digital art #procreate #riordanverse #tsats #the sun and the star

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boredcoldandhungry · 1 month

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If there was one thing Nico was grateful for, it was his planning period. Everyday between teaching second period AP US history and fourth period art history he could reply to angry emails, indulge into his candy stash, grade, write angry emails, refill his water, and go to the bathroom.

He had somehow ended up with the same exact schedule from one term to the next. He followed his second period out to run some arrends around the school and was scared shitless when his room was occupied with about 10 freshman. Two things were frightening about this, A: he didn't have a class third period, B: he didn't teach freshman at all this term (he could tell they were freshman, they had the scared look in their eyes).

"Woah you guys can't be in here, get to class!" He urged, slamming his stack of copies onto his desk.

"Uhm, this is our class," one of the braver ones said, " aren't you Mr. -" she knit her eyebrows together and glared at her schedule, "Di Angelo-Solace?"

Nico took a deep breath. "What class do you guys think you're in?"

The same girl, they're leader apparently, responded. "Honors English 9?"

It took all Nico had in him to not point at the various historical posters on his walls and the whiteboard dedicated to Italian verbs. He in no way taught English.

He took a deep breath (again). "There are two Mr. Di Angelo-Solaces in this school. I teach history and Italian, the other one teaches english. Go upstairs to room 302. I'll call him and let you know you're all coming."

The leader of the bunch seemed confused, but not confused enough to ask questions. She quickly gathered her things and walked out the door, causing everyone else to follow her.

Nico sighed and sat down at his desk. He knew Will had his cell off during work hours so he reached to the hardly used landline on his desk and dialed Will's classroom.

"Hel-lo" a sing-songy voice responded.

Nico smiled at the voice, "Hi love, it's me, sorry to bother I know it's syllabus day."

"It's no prob, what's up?"

"Missing half your class?"

"Yup. Got em?"

"Yup I just sent them up. Throw them a solid and don't mark them tarty. My fault I wasn't in the room when they first came in. I think I also generally scared them."

"Okay, will do, love you."

''Love you too, hun."

Nico put the phone back in it's holder and gave a soft sigh, turning to his desktop and opening his email.

next part

#this is a soft launch #This is just a sneak peak of whats after daydreaming.#solangelo #fanfic #pjo #will solace #nico di angelo #ao3 fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #solangelo fanfiction #the sun and the star #teacher au #teacher Nico #teacher will #teehee #I wrote this in half an hour so sorry if it's not the best #ik I should be working on the main fic ikik #if anyone remembers my ramble ab this au in one of my author notes on ao3 you're a real one #should I put this on ao3?

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saydesole · 3 days

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Sunday 🌞

“Get out of your routine”

Anxiety is not your routine

Depression is not your routine

Frustration is not your routine

Heartbreak is not your routine

“God is saying it is time for you to get out of your routine it's time for you to come out of that cave that you have been in and show up there fresh oil for every day there's fresh power for every day there's creativity still a sign to your name. I hear god saying it's not going to be what I did for other people that I've got a new thing that I want to do just for you and because it is a new thing I need you to be willing to break out of the old so you can step into the new….

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lavend3r-stardust · 1 month

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Wanna kiss them in bed while it rains outside and wrap my arms around their back to pull them closer towards me

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dullahanblorboposting · 5 months

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Hmmm I do enjoy the large amounts of feral toxic and obsessive violence flavors of durgetash around but its not my preference, like. I crave the 'horrible awful worst people youve ever met are soft for (ONLY) eachother' dynamic. What if, given the opportunity, they really WOULD rule together side by side, and they really do secretly and shamefully yearn for that comfort together. What if they almost indulge in it sometimes. AAAAAAAAAA

I really love the star-crossed lovers, forbidden romance, mutual yearning, tragedy of the only person to ever know you, and even openly like you being a temporary co-conspirator but ultimately your sworn enemy you you know you must kill.

Maybe it's just circumstantial. Maybe in another life you really would have hated him, or worse, had no feeling towards him either way at all, but that's not your reality. Your reality is that he's the ONLY ONE that offers you a painful glimpse of normalcy. Or as close to normal as someone like YOU could get. And it's so tempting (comforting even? Is that comfort?) That you can't ignore it. No matter how much guilt and shame it brings, no matter how much fear you hold towards your Father. You can control your urges, but not this? This feeling, this longing is stronger than even your deepest nature as child of Bhaal, so much so that you can't control it. So you ask for forgiveness instead. With promises that in the end, the result will be the same. You will kill him all the same. He will die at your hand, before only you, yourself.

You justify it this way. To the temple. To Father. To yourself.

Death is the only way this could end anyway. Because could you really go on living the way it was before? Before being known, accepted, liked as you were?

#gortash #bg3 #durge #good this isn't even getting into HIS mind about it. but it's just as asdfhhbkvfgjkjfhh to me. very similar form of fucked up comfort.#just a different angle #they are both traumatized your honor. let them find real solace in eachother. even if it's mostly suffocated by fear and guilt #I'm all for knife and blood kinks but i don't think that's like. what they'd WANT the relationship to be #i think it would manifest that way because of how fucked and tense the situation is #but if they somehow both ascended to godhood &were free of their burdens what if they allowed themselves to finally b fully soft w eachothr #durgetash #durges prayer and gortash's creased book are driving me insane. insane. insane. how am i supposed to live like this #to each their own of course btw! i just crave the awful and irideemable being capable of and seen as worth of love and comfort

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moodyseal · 1 year

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Still thinking about this dialogue from TSATS

#THIS is the will solace characterization i've been craving #no more soft boy will!! fuck that fanfiction nonsense #i want this boy to be RUTHLESS #jokes aside i'm reanalyzing those five chapters now and. star wars cringy dialogue aside. i frankly enjoyed will's character #he doesn't seem too uwu sweet lil boyfriend so far #and that's a good thing #though he seemed sort of bland at times #the sun and the star #the sun and the star spoilers #tsats spoilers #lonely thoughts

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mildew-dread-mold · 1 year

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more than halfway through the sun and the star and the contents are obviously pretty fucking dark and despondent but i am filled with such longing for what will and nico have.

#this is so soft #in a very specific way #that i cannot quite explain but i yearn for it #the sun and the star #solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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this was baby behavior idc what yall think

#😭😭😭#IDK WHY DID THESE TWO TAKES MAKE ME GO SO SOFT FOR HIM LFMAO #nico di angelo x will solace #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #the sun and the star #tsats #rick riordan #mark oshiro #riordanverse #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa

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viivie · 6 months

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Collection of Dimitri sketches and drawings bc despite being my absolute favorite fictional blorbo I've only uploaded art of him here a few times hGDHDH

he's just so,,,, he rlly is the Character Of All Time for me I adore him,, he's so interesting and compelling

#fe3h fanart #fe3h #fe16 #fe16 fanart #fire emblem #fire emblem fanart #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h dimitri #fe3h byleth #byleth fire emblem #byleth eisner #originally i wanted these sketches to be solely dimitri but i cant help myself apparently lmao had to include at least ONE dimileth sketch #to me they are just. two very tired people. with lots of weight on their shoulders. that find solace in each others company #love them sm theyre so soft #dimileth #blood

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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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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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Strongly believe Nico can somehow lure people into sleep despite not being a child of Hypnos and he uses that on Will whenever the guy overworks himself.

#will doesn't quite like it but he cant never be angry at nico for too long #and he loves that nico cares deeply about him anw #nico is a soft boyfriend. fight me #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #solangelo headcanon #yone headcanon #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #nico headcanon

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heresronnie21 · 8 months

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This isn't anything I just like this random profile sketch of my grandson william I did as a warmup the other day. He is not much of a jawline haver in my mind 😌.

#he is theeee soft boy he does not have sharp angles on him #will solace

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willsolaceloml · 2 years

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Im actually so tired of people acting like Will Is a "soft boy" "sunshine" "never angry/sad"

HE IS NOT!! PEOPLE WAKE!! UP!!!

He lost more than 2 sibilings, became the Apollos cabin counsellor at THIRTEEN! He was in the front line of not one but TWO of the wars. He Is BRAVE.

He was one of the only people that talked to Nico Di Angelo, Mister Gloom&Death, with no fear, looking him straight (well...) in the eyes and telling him what he needed to tell him with no problems. He was the one healing Annabeth right after he lost his older brother. He was the one that literally ran with 6 romans behind him just to distract them. He insulted people that had the power to easily kill him. He stopped a whole room full of enemies (including the literal villain) just by saying "stop". He walked in that room, probably disarmed and definitely a worst fighter than his enemies, with no fear whatsoever, just focused on protecting the people he loves.

And we literally know so little about him, so who knows what else he did.

In what world Is that being soft? Yall need to uncork your hears and read his like 3 scenes properly cause its not normal to misunderstand THIS bad a non-complex character.

Is he nice? Yeah! Is he sweet? Im sure he is! Is he soft? No. Hes not. And yk what? Lets not act like hes always that nice either cause you know damn well that boy can be an asshole.

Stop infantilizing the shit out of him, hes not your "soft bean uwu boy needs to be constantly protected by Nico", hes a traumatized kid in a queer relationship. Thats literally it.

And dont let me start on the "hes always happy and bees flowers and rainbows" cause like. Be serious.

#spreading my will solace isnt a softie agenda #cause its true #if you genuinely thinks or call him a soft boy idk what to tell #get better #soft bean is even worst jesus #what the fuck is that about #fucking soft bean #those two words send shivers down my spine #in a bad way #i hate people #will solace #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #william andrew solace #solangelo #will solace solos #william solace #percy jackson #will solace is my babygirl

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lavend3r-stardust · 21 days

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I JUST WANNA BE HELD PLEEEASE I WANNA BE REASSURED AND ADORED FUCKFUCKFUCK I NEED HEALTHY DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION IN MY LIIIIIFE

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