#will solace angst

[mediumgayitalian]

“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than he should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through his knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

#naomi solace love of my life #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #will solace #will solace angst #naomi solace #naomi solace & will solace #hurt/comfort #autistic will solace #coming out #my writing #fic #longpost

[brainrot28]

i wake up and choose violence

will solace: taking my zoloft with a monster energy is how i show my anxiety who’s in charge

nico (concerned): ……

will: ….

will (dejected): i always loose

#heros of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #camp half blood #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #will solace #will solace angst #solangelo #anxitey #based on a true story #send help #monster #zoloft

[dreamyzworldlove]

the sillys

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if you like my art please reblog <3

#for all you that will say they should be reversed let will be sad okay!!!! #art #artists on tumblr #drawing #nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #sketch #percy jackson #will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #tsats #the sun and the star #riordanverse #chb #pjoblr #pjo fanart #solangelo fanart #nico and will

[bottledbamboo]

statistically, he wouldn't be able to save everyone.

#will solace #percy jackson fanart #my art #digitalart #bottledbamboo #art #was originally gonna make this #solangelo angst #decided to make it slightly less soul crushing #will solace angst #implied death #tw death #do you think he dreams of those who he wasn't strong enough to save #stares at his palms and questions how the blood never seems to truly fade #percy jackson #fanart #the show is out and my childhood is back babey #camp half blood #pjo fandom #pjo fanart #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians fanart

[ashthenerdtheythem]

Dionysus

Dionysus had so much trauma. He was gaslight about his gender for the start of his life, Hera drove his parents past the brink of sanity, he's lost so many kids and he's seen as "the drunk" He is the most human of the gods, maybe because he started off as a human. He played an active role in rasing his kids, he directly disobeyed Zeus' orders after the battle of the Labrynth because his son, his baby had just been murdered, and he had 1 child left and Zeus be fucked, he was going to make sure that he's okay. He has been traumatised so much and he didn't know how to deal with it so he makes sure that this generation deals with it safely, he makes sure that Nico eats, because he is a child that needs to grow and it is so important for his health, and he makes sure that it doesn't fall to Will, because even though he pretends that he's okay, Will is far from it, and Dionysus helps him without pushing it, he takes some of the weight of off his shoulders, he sits him down for talks when he's overwhelmed by everything with the infirmary, and his dad and the new campers, because he gives a fuck. He may be brash and a bit of a dick, but he isn't going to let another child be traumatised the way that he was, and he's going to try his hardest to keep these kids stable, he might not get your name right (because he has to *try* to distance himself or he will fall apart because he can't watch another child he cares about die) but he will talk you through a panic attack, give you a drink and he will make sure that nobody pressures you to act like a human again until you feel ready.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #dionysus #nico di angelo #Will solace #will solace angst #dionysus pjo #character study #Rip Castor

[gaiageopjo]

Prompt; Nico can shadow travel, and Will discovers he can light travel through a moment of panic and it takes so much out of him and leaves him very messed up, Nico cares for him and comforts him after

Triggers; vomit, brief violence, mentions of blood, panicking

Word count: 2.7k

Breakfast had been quiet. Most of the campers were gone due to the academic year starting up again, and the ones that stayed were still sleeping in. Will knew that wouldn’t last long though, Chiron would get the head counselors of each cabin to go bang in the doors, waking any remaining sleeping campers. But Will was one of the last children of Apollo at camp and would stay that way until the school year ends, unless they got any new campers. But until then, he basked in the rare quietness of the dining pavilion.

Nico was up early for once, able to enjoy his meal at his boyfriend's table thanks to the extra space now available. Austin had left a few days prior, the majority of the other siblings had left over a week ago, and the newest, youngest member of the Apollo cabin (who Will was growing extremely fond and protective of), Simon, had left that morning to start 3rd grade. So currently, it was just Will and Kayla. Only one of which was partaking in breakfast, much to Will’s displeasure, but that could be a sibling scolding moment for another time.

Everything was working out for once. There were no quests, camp was safe, the infirmary was slow. Will finally felt like he had a chance to catch his breath.

Will’s hand found its way to Nico's and ran a thumb across the back of his hand absentmindedly.

It truly was a perfect morning. Nice and warm, the sun was out but there was still an occasional cloud.

“How’s your breakfast?” Will asked, just wanting to spark a conversation.

Nico glanced up, “It’s camp breakfast for sure.” He spoke with a shrug, “I think my oatmeal is fermented.” Will knew it was supposed to be a joke but unusually the dark color of Nico’s oatmeal made the statement quite possible.

“Maybe you should bring that up to Mr. D, he might be able to-” Will was cut off by a large thump. Much like someone, or something was taking a step and tripping. Will glanced around, no one else seemed to notice, or if they did, they weren’t alarmed. Even Mr. D and Chiron were still chatting away at the head table.

Will cleared his throat, “Anyways, I think Mr. D could-” another thump, thump. A fork fell off one of the tables making a soft clanging sound as it hit the floor.

This time the head table fell quiet. Chiron looked up, brows knitted together.

A daughter of Hephaestus was sprinting towards the pavilion, Nico made some quip about “someone being excited for the most important meal of the day”, but Will didn’t laugh, because as the girl got closer, the fear etching her face became more evident and clear.

Will stood, half expecting to be told about some rock slide or something near the coast and a large list of causalities or injuries that would take over his day, but instead he heard her scream,

“HYDRA! HYDRA IN THE CAMP, BY THE WOODS!”

“A Hydra? Inside the barrier?” Will heard Chiron say. Looking around, he saw all the campers that had gotten up early for breakfast rushing to get equipment and armor.

He looked up at Nico, “Go time?” Nico asked,

“I knew a quiet peaceful breakfast was too good to be true.” Will sighed.

Nico had grabbed his sword and Will grabbed a bow and quiver, sure archery wasn’t his strong suit, but he much perfected it to close range combat.

Even the long range combat wasn’t his first choice, but by the time the duo and a few other campers arrived at the edge of the forest, Will saw Kayla already acting as a field medic. She was quickly tending to cuts and burns, probably because whoever was trying to deal with this Hydra clearly didn’t know which head to cut off and now there were 12, all thrashing about, lighting trees on fire and trampling anything in its path.

Will felt a sense of proudness bloom in his chest as he watched Kayla work, but he couldn’t let the feeling distract him.

Will and Nico made eye contact, and knew exactly what to do.

Nico made a B-line for the Hydra’s tail while Will hung back and loaded his first arrow. He made eye contact with the Hydra, assuming his bow directly at its main head, before shifting at the last second and shooting the arrow above the Hydra rather than at it. The Hydra seemed to slow for a moment, confused as to why Will didn’t try to kill it right then, but the arrow soared above the Hydra’s head, completely missing, which is good because that’s exactly what Will was aiming for.

The arrow, which just so happens to be a trick arrow, exploded with a bright display of colors, much like a firework.

The monster stumbled back in confusion, and Nico took this as his opportunity to jump onto its back with his running start, following its spine to help decipher which head was the middle head.

The Hydra thrashed, feeling the weight of a demigod on its back, and Will shot another arrow. This time, it was a regular arrow that lodged itself in the cheekbone of one of the outer heads. He quickly knocked another arrow and shot it again, now in the knee.

Nico was now holding onto the back of the neck attached to the central head, the monster stumbled back a few yards into a clearing, trying to get Nico to fall, but in response, he took his sword and severed the head at the base of the neck. As it fell to the ground, Nico landed on both feet and his eyes caught the movement of a figure trying to hide behind a tree.

“Who’s there?” He called keeping his sword drawn, as the figure, now identified as a young camper, stumbled out, toppling over.

Across the small clearing, which was now covered in golden monster dust and blood, Will saw no sign of any more monsters, except for one… kind of.

Nico has his back turned, away from where Will was currently positioned. He was crouching, helping a younger camper stand. Will recognized them as a son of Hermes, around the age of 11. His name was James. He was new to camp this summer but didn't have any family to go home to, so much like Nico and Will, he was a year-rounder. He must've been caught in the crossfires of the fight.

He didn't look injured, just shaken up, and Nico was in the same boat apart from a small cut across his left arm he must’ve got while climbing the Hydra.

Behind them, the final disembodied central Hydra head was still in the process of disintegrating, but since it hadn’t, it still had the ability to light fires.

Will could see the smoke coming from the Hydra’s gill like structure along its jaw and cheek as it prepared to torch his boyfriend and the young camper.

His feet felt heavy, as if they were rooted into the ground. His heart sank. He didn't know what he could do.

He could yell, but they were just a little too far for that to seem feasible. He could use his supersonic whistle to disorient the Hydra, but without giving Nico or James a heads up, he could permanently damage their hearing as well. He could also use the bow to hopefully distract the Hydra so Nico could get out of there while it finished disintegrating, which would've been Will’s plan A, if he had any more arrows.

So it left only one option, try to get to them first.

He dropped the bow and let the quiver fall off his shoulder. He broke out into a sprint,

“Will! What are you-”

It was Kayla, “I have to try!” He said, hoping she would get the hint.

Will’s feet hit the ground hard, he had never put so much effort into getting somewhere this fast.

The smoke from the Hydra darkened, it opened its horrendous jaw, wide, tilting itself back just a bit to really center Nico and James in its line of fire.

Will was so close, he could feel his heart racing and a pit of anxiety growing and growing in his stomach. His ears were ringing with adrenaline.

Nico looked up, giving Will a small smile,

“Nico, look out!” Will cried.

Nico turned around, almost face to face with the Hydra head. He seemed frozen, barely moving except for how he grabbed James by the shoulders and pushed his back against Nico’s own chest, turning and bracing for the worst.

He was just barely out of arms reach when Will saw the first spark come from the Hydra’s mouth. He could almost feel the cotton of Nico’s shirt brushing his fingertips when he lunged forward wrapping his arms around both Nico and the young camper, James.

In slow motion, Will could feel himself connect with the two others, and see flames start to ignite to his right. He felt a tug in the pit of his stomach, a tug similar to what he feels when using his powers to glow, just in a new location and with much more intensity than normal.

In his desperation, Will leaned into the feeling, and was quickly enveloped in a blinding white light. It was warm, almost unpleasantly so, and he felt as though every molecule in his body was being displaced then put back together again. His limbs felt like he just got finished with a 24 hour non-stop work out, or at least what he thought were his limbs, because right now, he didn’t have much perception of anything. It was disorienting, nauseating, and utterly exhausting.

The blinding light was gone in a flash. Will couldn’t tell if it took hours or was over in the blink of an eye. He expected to hit the grass next to the Hydra head and then feel the blistering heat pass above them, but it never happened, and instead of grass, they skidded and rolled across rough and dry dirt. The two fell out of Will’s arms and Will stopped rolling and settled on his right side.

“Will?” A voice called, and he was pushed to lay flat on his back.

Will’s mouth was insanely dry, and his stomach flipped. Stars danced across his vision, even with his eyes shut as tightly as they were.

“Will, oh my gods, did you just- oh my gods, Will.” The voice next to him panicked.

He felt his chest heaving, every breath he took was painful, each wheeze dragged through his lungs like sandpaper.

“Oh my gods! Go! Run! Oh my gods- Kayla! Go get Kayla!” The voice yelled, hopefully to someone else because Will was in no shape to go and get someone right now. He wasn’t sure who was talking to him right now, but the fear that laced the voice above him made his stomach churn. He tried with all his might to sit up, or open his eyes, and he was able to get one cracked but all he saw was a blurry mess of colors, and his eyelids felt as if they had thousands of tons of bricks weighing them down, so they closed almost as soon as they opened.

He felt cold hands envelop his cheeks, “Stay still, it’s ok now. We’re safe. I got you, I got you,” Will tried to move his arms, to put his hands on the ones on his face, but his limbs felt heavier than lead.

“You saved us. Gods, Will, you never cease to amaze me.” The voice sounded so genuine, Will wished he could place who it belonged to, so he could thank them later.

“Just keep breathing, Sunshine. Oh my gods I can’t believe you did that. You’re so stupid.”

The thumb on his cheek left rubbed back and forth in a comforting gesture, though in Will’s mind it was acting mainly as a distraction from the sheer amount of pain his body was in.

He needed someone to do something, he truly felt like he was about to die.

“Help-” Will managed to croak out, using way more strength than he anticipated.

The figure above him made a pained sound, “I know, I know, trust me, I know.”

Will forced himself to open his eyes again, squinting in the bright light of the sun as the figure above him slowly came into focus,

“Nico,” He said,

“Hi,” Nico’s face became more detailed, his eyes looked red and puffy, and tear tracks lined his cheeks.

“Nico,” Will said again, this time more gently.

“No, don’t make this about me right now. Gods, Will, you’ve never scared me like that before.” Nico hiccupped.

Will studied Nico’s face for a second, he could hear the sound of rapidly approaching feet, his stomach churned and he felt a rising sensation in his throat.

“Throw up,” Will muttered, Nico quickly got the message and helped Will sit.

Will was hunched over, palms pressed into the dirt, heaving up every little thing that was in his stomach as Nico rubbed his back.

“Nico,” Will started, for the third time after he finished throwing up, feeling a little more life return to his body, “How do you do that so often.” He managed to say,

Nico let out a wet laugh and helped Will lay back down, “How did you manage to shadow travel- or, I guess light travel, for the first time, and manage to take two people with you? All the way across camp?” Nico questioned, brushing Will’s curly golden locks out of his face. They were sticking to his forehead, he didn’t realize until now but he was absolutely drenched in sweat.

Another person dropped to their knees next to him,

“Will, are you ok?” She asked, frantically, hands hovering over him like she was afraid touching him would make it worse.

“Kayla,” he smiled, breathing out,

“He- he light traveled, three people, including himself, all the way across camp. That was his first time as far as I know, it technically wasn’t far, but the load of taking three people? It really really didn’t look good.” Nico filled in, voice shaking slightly.

“That’s not really in any textbooks or the infirmary training,” Kayla took a deep breath, “If anyone knows shadow travel, or light travel, or whatever, it’s you.” There was a beat of silence, “What does he need?”

Nico thought for a moment, “Nectar, to help repair any internal damages and help him get his strength back up. Cold rags, one for his forehead and one for the back of his neck, he probably has a pretty high fever right now. Also snacks, his blood sugar is definitely way too low after that.”

And with that, Kayla got to work.

“You really scared me.” Nico said, “Did you know you could do that?”

Will was now safely in a cot in the infirmary, much to his incoherent protest.

“Did I know I could scare you or light travel?" Will joked lightly,

"You know what I mean. Did you know you had that power? Were you afraid to tell me? I thought we were telling each other everything now."

"I mean, no. I didn't know I had that power. I don’t even know how to replicate it. Maybe it was a one time thing, like because of the situation. But, I thought you shadow travel all the time, was it really that bad?” Will asked,

“No no, it’s not the traveling part that scared me. I’m talking about afterwards.” Nico climbed into the cot with Will, their faces only centimeters apart.

“When we landed, seeing you tumble so limply, and then not respond. And when I touched you, you felt so…” Nico paused and took a deep breath, “I could feel your life force slipping away. And there was nothing I could do.”

“I’m ok now though, Neeks. I’m ok, you’re ok, James is ok. I’m still here, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Will finished, and Nico snuggled closer into his chest.

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[cosmicpancakes]

Hi! So I saw your post about wanting to talk about Will Solace (me too queen, me too) so what are your headcanons? Or funny little tidbits about him and his friends? Love your blog!

OF COURSE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! to hear that someone genuinely loves my blog is so surreal cause like??? You like my blog?? Where I literally just say what's on my mind and ramble???

(P.S. TO ANYONE SEEING THIS!! IF YOU WANT HEADCANONS FOR OTHER CHARACTERS JUST SHOOT ME AN ASK!!!! I WILL HAPPILY ANSWER THEM ALL :DD)

Okay without further ado, here they are!!!

My Will Solace headcanons! ☀️

He has curly hair! Think somewhere between 2c and 3a

Speaking about hair, his hair is naturally brown and he dyes it blonde

ANOTHER HAIR ONE but he has a very extensive hair care routine! You'd think he would have very damaged hair because of all the bleaching, but that shit is SOFT

Only uses feminine floral perfume cause it smells better (hes right. it does.)

Despite insisting on healthy eating, he survives off of random snacks and red bulls

Loves indie pop and jazz music but does listen to a lot a country as it reminds him of his mother

Hopeless romantic. He will cry to laufey.

90% of his closet is made up of incredibly cheesy dad joke t-shirts.

Wears lots and lots of bracelets! All very mismatched in terms of colour and texture, but it adds to the charm (or so he says)

His hair is just long enough to put in a very short ponytail when he works (but a few loose curls always slip out)

He sticks out his tongue when he's concentrating on something

Clarrisse practically adopted him as her honorary little brother and he went to her highschool graduation!! (she totally did not cry when she saw him. nope. not at all.)

everyone at camp owes him atleast 5 favours except lou ellen because she somehow never gets injured??? Cecil on the other hand, owes him about 13 favours.

Friday is the apollo cabin's game night, and he NEVER wins (kayla swears austin is cheating, but hes just really good at monopoly.)

the cabin is always spotless because he despises stable duty

(This one is canon but not talked about enough) when he said he's horrible at every apollo thing except healing, he was not exaggerating. an absolutely horrid singer and he would miss a target 3 metres away.

okay that was a lie because he can manipulate light.... to a certain extent. he's working on it he swears!!

One of those people that are incredibly insistant about wearing sunscreen even tho he doesn't need it himself

And now for some angsty ones because I know you all love them:

A very obvious one, but he has pretty bad PTSD.

I'm pretty sure this one is canon, but he saw Lee die in botl (i have had a oneshot idea about thia for months, but i literally never finish oneshots so theres no point in trying to write it ☹️)

A lot of people thought him and Lee were biological siblings because they looked so similar and also because they were super close

him and Micheal were also really close, but they were a lot more distant after Lee died and they never really got to reconnect

Post botl, the apollo cabin had about 17 kids. 3 survived the battle of manhattan.

has a really bad habit of overworking to distract himself

Way too many scars for a medic. (He won't admit where he got them from, or why most of them are on him arms.)

Okay, that's all for today!! I hope you enjoyed those headcanons :)

Once again saying this but if anyone reading this wants some headcanons for other characters please please leave me an ask 🙏 love you all okay bye bye

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #toa #headcanons #will solace #will solace angst #clarisse la rue #cecil markowitz #lou ellen blackstone #apollo cabin #cabin 7

[arggghhhsstuff]

thinking about the apollo cabin at chb, about how it used to be the biggest one at camp. thinking about will, the camp's healer, who was twelve for the first war and fourteen for the second one. thinking about how every head counselor before him died until he was the oldest of his cabin.

#will solace #will solace angst #i love to beat him up ok #he's a sunshine character what did you expect #pjo #pjo thoughts

[mushroom-hoodie]

hc that kids of Apollo with healing powers(Will specifically) can suck one's health/energy too. (More under the cut)

Based on fanart I saw, Apollo's kids can channel their power into their hands. It only works with the demigod's hands, though. (Mini drabble/fic below! No warnings!)

Will discovered it(at least he's the first known person with it) when he was really stressed one day and had to heal some minor wounds(stuff that didn't really need magic to heal).

He was so annoyed that when he touched the patient, they immediately passed out. Will, of course, panicked and started checking vitals, but everything was fine.

The kid woke up a couple minutes later, still with his injuries, mind you. He was fine, but he suddenly felt extremely exhausted.

Will told him that everything was fine with him, no major injuries to be found. Chiron tried to figure out what happened, but all he could determine was that it was something that hadn't happened before.

He recommended calling Apollo to ask about it. So, the next week, when they came to visit, Apollo was immediately bombarded with questions.

He eventually calmed everyone down, before asking what the Hades happened.

Kayla cut Will off and burst into talking animatedly about how cool and powerful her brother was, with Austin nodding along.

Will raised his hands and they both went quiet. This was a trick that Micheal taught Will, back before the war. It was a trick he would use in the infirmary to make it easy to treat patients.

Apollo, who was quite impressed with the little trick, waited patiently for his son to speak.

"Last week, I was treating a patient, and suddenly he passed outright after I touched him. When he woke up, he said he had felt super tired all of a sudden. Do you happen to know what this could be?"

Apollo grinned, snapping his fingers as soon as Will stopped talking.

"Were you extremely tired or feeling a very strong emotion at the time?" Apollo explained, raising an eyebrow at his now flustered son, two young teenagers on either side of him.

"Well....I mean, I was a little tired, I guess? And he only had small cuts and bruises! Nothing a little ambrosia couldn't fix!" Will's tone started sheepish, but slowly annoyance seeped into his voice.

Kayla and Austin shared a look, and then gave their brother a sympathetic glance.

Apollo watched the blonde, who was still rambling about how often patients come in with minor and ordinary scratches and marks.

Apollo held up a tan hand, all three of the other's present hushing up quickly. Will's eyes contained bits of sheepishness, but still had an underlying glance of anger.

Kayla and Austin looked similar to one another, both filled with a mix of curiosity and sympathy.

"Well, it seems like you inherited a trait of mine." Apollo giggled slightly, before sighing and continuing his trail.

"You see, this power you experienced comes with the healing powers. It is extremely rare, especially since most children of mine don't have as much experience healing as you do. That is why you have it."

Apollo took another breath, and continued.

"You're power doesn't have a name, but basically, if you are feeling especially negative, your powers will do a sort of switch."

Before the three could question, Apollo continued.

"What I'm trying to say is, you basically sucked his energy to replenish yours."

Apollo finished, glancing at the surprised faces of the ones he holds dear with amusement.

"So I.....took his energy?!" Will exclaimed. At this point, Kayla and Austin basically had stars in their eyes. Apollo was worried they might be permanent.

"WILL THAT'S SO COOL!!!!" Kayla yelled, crawling over to shake her brother by the shoulders. Austin and Apollo just laughed.

"KAYLAAAAA PLEA-SE PUT ME DOWN." Will exclaimed. Kayla, now out of breath, finally let her very dizzy brother free. Now half in her brother's lap, she tucked her head into his shoulder in an attempt to catch her breath.(Not a ship!!! This is sibling affection!)

Austin smiled, before crawling over to his siblings. They grinned at his brothers' pleading face, before resting leaning against Will's back. Will made one last-ditch effort and looked at his dad for help.

"Dad please! I have work in a few minutes!" Will whispered, still attempting not to wake up his now sleeping siblings.

"I'll take over for a bit, alright?" Apollo smiled gently, before summoning a blanket and slapping it over the three teens. He kissed each child on the crown of their head, before getting up fully.

"Sleep well, my little crows. I love you." Apollo spoke softly, making it harder for Will to stay awake. His exhaustion caught up to him quickly.

By the time the door shut, the demigods were fast asleep, laying against each other on the cabin floor.

He was asked as he left the cabin where his kids were.

"Oh, they're just getting some well-deserved rest."

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Okay! That took far longer than I thought it would lol. I'm thinking of posting this on my ao3 as a short one shot. Let me know what y'all want! Also, I'll try to find the fanart that inspired this! Hope y'all enjoyed this!

#will solace #riordanverse #Implied to be after tsats #kayla knowles #austin lake #unnamed character #drabble #Comfort/humor/little angst?? #apollo pjo #sun god apollo #camp half blood #Will solace angst #Kinda

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 12

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Physician, Love Thyself by Ryuuto

Will tries not to let on just how high his standards are for himself or how they're slowly crushing him under their weight. It's hard for him to open up about it when he's afraid that at any moment, it'll all come crashing down on him. Yet, perhaps it's time for this son of Apollo to bleed a small portion of that pain off.

will's whole thing of never believing himself ENOUGH.....like he works and works and never stops pushing the target farther away huh. i don't think he ever lets himself rest in the satisfaction of grasping something. it aches. and the ambiguousness of this ending....weeping fr

2. Sick Day by Ryuuto

Will is not a fan of the winter. Sadly, this year, the winter isn't a fan of Will Solace, either, and is especially spiteful by making Christmas Eve the worst day of this season. Stupid winter, ruining his plans for a romantic Christmas Eve stroll through New York City with Nico di Angelo.

crying and the quiet intimacy. the satisfying ordeal of being known....of being LOVED......of them loving each other with all the magnetic poles of each other. god. i will never not be insane for established relationship fics and will having seasonal depression is so desperately important to me like

3. once more unto the breach by orphan_account

He is Atlas, and he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he is also Will Solace, a fourteen-year-old boy with blood on his hands and ghosts in his hollowed-out heart.

weeping and crying because i am never not thinking of this. the weight of the healer. no rest for the wicked. and this line in particular actually knocked me fckn flat:

"

At fifteen years old, Will Solace falls apart with as much grace as he does everything else, and he very nearly gets away with doing it alone.

Until Nico, that is.

"

UNTIL NICO THAT IS!!!!! EXCUSE ME!!!!

4. Of Rotten Liars and the Taste of Truth by @theroyalsavage

Three times Will Solace lies to Nico di Angelo the summer after the war with Gaea, plus one time he tells the truth.

me and 5 (3, whatever) plus ones. you know the drill. "will is a dork and nico's an idiot" correct. will “if i lie i throw up” solace so real. and awkward but determined nico my beloved

5. Between the Shadow and the Soul by @theroyalsavage

Of snow, fumbling kisses, Valentine's mornings, and the imperfect science of falling in love.

SO soft they are SO SO SO soft i am going to LOSE MY MIND....the teasing the comfort the LOVE!!! THE LOVE!!!!

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

#this is the last fucking straw omg i cannot believe it is saturday AGAIN #im doing them all in advance. thats it #anyways. #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #fic rec #fic rec friday #FRF #longpost #will solace angst

[thestarstoasun]

Will has special nicknames for all of his younger siblings. They don't necessarily have to do with a physical trait, sometimes even just being the name of a plant (ironic) or their favorite character. He started doing it subconsciously for a few siblings after the BotL. Lee had a special nickname for him, Sunshine or Sunflower, and he never failed to make Will feel better whenever he used it.

I think Austin wasn't as close with Michael or Lee, but I also hc that he came after the Labyrinth while Kayla came a few months before. Kayla was closer with Michael due to her skills with archery.

Anyways, Will's nicknames for his siblings is like his own living connection to Lee.

#The apollo cabin makes me so sad #i love them all sm #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #kayla knowles #austin lake #apollo cabin #percy jackon and the olympians #will solace angst #yan pjo #jerry pjo #gracie pjo #rrverse

[imasimpdealwithit]

Anyone have any absolutely gut wrenching Will Solace angst fics because I need one. I would so appreciate it

#pjo #hoo #will solace #Will solace angst

[parsleysparlor]

okay this it

#digital art #art #will solace #percy jackson #cabin 7 #will solace angst

[rinthemultishipper12]

MY WILL SOLACE HEADCANON:

Imagine Will having a panic attack due to a trigger from the Giant War because he'd been ignoring his feelings and trauma in order to help others and be their sunshine doctor.

He might be thinking abt one of his siblings or a camp friend that died and would beat himself up about it thinking that if he'd been quicker at healing others, his friends might've lived.

Then before Will would know it, he'd be breaking down in the infirmary all alone with no one to comfort him.

Because if he's catching others, who will catch him?

And that just breaks my heart because doctors and healers are so underrated because some Campers might scorn Will and the other Apollo children for not physically fighting in the war when they don't realise that The Apollo children go through just as much as the ones fighting do.

Imagine having to heal, operate or amputate on someone you know, someone you speak and smile to everyday, and then suddenly they're bleeding out infront of you and you put all of your willpower not to breakdown at the sight of them.

Imagine the gut wrenching feeling thinking that you couldn't save them and that even if you did, you'd have no clue what will happen tommorow, if their body will have energy to heal. This is probably what Will and any other Apollo Camper thinks every single day.

If that's not trauma then I don't know what is.

So salute every single fricking Apollo Camper out there because without them neither Camp would've have survived everything they've been through without them..

#will solace #pjo/hoo #giant war #will solace angst #headcanon #original content #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #apollo cabin #son of apollo #solangelo #protection squad #will protection squad #the seven pjo #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians

[gaiageopjo]

(I'm also open to suggestions! Drop them or requests in my asks!)

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[cosmicpancakes]

I finally finished this omg!!

TW: graphic depictions of death and stuff, character death, mental breakdowns/panic attacks, stuff like that

Without further ado, here's the oneshot I wrote about that one time Lee Fletcher died lol

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Tap, tap, tap.

His foot bounced up and down, tapping the tiled floor repeatedly. His nails were bitten to stumps. Will was pretty sure he was going crazy.

He couldn't just leave the infirmary, he knew that, but there has to be <em>something</em> he could do. The infirmary is empty. Even if it wasn't, his sister could easily handle it. He was no help here.

Scratch that. He needs to leave.

Shooting arrows is out of the question, but maybe he could steal a dagger from the infirmary. A spear, a sword- Anything he could use to help with out there. Ritika was already in the infirmary, she could handle an injured person! She was one of the oldest in the cabin anyway, and more skilled than he could ever be. She wouldn't notice if he sneaked away.

The office chair squeaked as it got wheeled back. He couldn't leave through the front, so looking around, he made sure his sister couldn't see him and then opened the window just wide enough for him to jump in the bushes behind the big house.

It hurt. His arms were covered in scratches, painting them an inflamed pink and his knees were stained with a mixture of soil and grass. A wince escaped his lips. He half crawled, half ran out of the Bush and started running towards the armoury.

It was only when he made his way in front of the big house that he realised the severity of the situation. Campers and monsters ran around, littering the green field with scattered arrows and golden dust. Screams and slashes rang in his ears. After a few seconds, his eyes locked onto the armoury just across the canoe lake bridge, and he made a run for it.

Narrowly avoiding monster claws and spears thrown in his direction, Will made his way across the wooden bridge. The planks wobbled beneath his feet until he finally made it to the other side. Greenery got flattened under him as he approached the armoury. It was a medium-sized wooden shed right next to the looming arena.

Shutting the door behind him, he stumbled through the arsenal until he found a decently functional long sword. It was heavier than he anticipated, seeing as he'd never actually held a sword before, but he didn't exactly have time to dwell on that. Just as quickly as he entered, Will made his way out and through the North woods.

This was where the fighting originated, where the monsters first emerged so he knew this was where he would be able to help the most. He could be useful for once. His legs ached, pulsating from the lactic acid build up but he knew he couldn't stop. He ran and ran, and continued running until he reached the labyrinth.

The fighting next to the big house was child's play compared to this. There wasn't a single patch of grass not covered in blood, weapons, or monsters. Corpses of both creatures and demigods were scattered throughout. His eyes moved about frantically, trying to find something he could fight and reasonably win against.

Lee.

His brother was in a small clearing between a few trees just to Will's left. He wasn't a monster, but leaving him alone would just make things worse, right? He sprinted towards him. Lee seemed to be shooting monsters from afar, helping campers on the main battlefield without putting himself in too much danger. It was a smart strategy, one only he could come up with. He was always the smart one, after all. Will was limping from the pain as he approached him, and when they locked eyes, both their eyes widened.

"Oh my Gods- Will! What are you doing here?" He yelled, his words still laced with concern despite trying to scold him. He felt a sense of shame bubble up in his throat.

"I... I couldn't just stay in the infirmary the entire time! I needed to help somehow, I couldn't stand being there doing nothing while people were dying!" He shouted back, his voice hoarse with the sound of sorrow. Lee's eyebrows furrowed.

"I told you to stay in the infirmary for a reason- and what are you doing with that sword? You can't even use it! You're going to seriously hurt yourself." He insisted, dropping his bow and facing him directly.

"I can help! I promise, just give me a chance!" He tried to point the sword towards his brother, but his already exhausted limbs gave out. The sword fell towards him, slashing the arm he was holding it with, and clinked to the ground.

Will yelped, instinctively grabbing the gash with his other hand. Crimson stained his freckled skin as he stood there in shock.

"No no no no no- This is why I didn't want you out here," He ran towards him, softly cupping his face. "Will. Look at me. You need to go back, okay? Ritika will take care of you, but you can't be out here." Lee's voice wavered as their eyes met. He ran his calloused thumb over his little brother's flushed cheek, wiping away tears that would never have been there if he just listened to him for once.

The quiet didn't last for long, though. His brother's head turned to their right as the thudding of too-large footsteps rapidly approached them. It took Lee too long to recognise that it was a hellhound running towards them.

"Just go!" He pleaded, his back turned as he frantically picked up his bow back up. His fingers expertly pulled the string back, arrow steady as he prepared to let go.

Crunch.

The hellhound ran past him, Front paw bloody, making its way for the crowded field. It didn't even see Will.

Something splattered on him. Like when Connor does a canon ball in the creek, and water covers him head to toe.

It was dripping from his face. His shirt was drenched.

... It was blood.

Lee was on the ground.

He wasn't moving.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Where is he?

He slowly made his way to him.

He shook his shoulders.

"Lee?"

More blood gushed out of where his neck was supposed to be. It pooled below him.

"Lee, wake up."

He shook his shoulders again.

"I'm sorry for distracting you."

His brother's t-shirt quickly turned from bright orange to a deep red. The only way you could tell it was him was the medic badge he so proudly displayed on his armour.

He wasn't a medic this time. He wanted to fight.

Will wanted to fight too.

Is that why he fell?

"Lee."

His hands were glowing. Flickering? His hands glowed when he healed people. Shallow wounds. Made them wake up.

They flickered. He wasn't healing yet.

It's okay.

He'll wake up.

His hands, still flickering with a soft glow, hovered over where his head should be. Scattered remains of a shattered cranium and pieces of torn cerebrum decorated the pool of blood like lily pads and algae on the surface of the lake. He tried scooping them in one place. His hands were red. Bright, bright red. Dark red. Lumpy. With bits in it. Sharp bits. Small little bits of brain.

Flicker.

flicker flicker flicker

wake up

wake up

lee im sorry

wake up

please

im sorry

There's screaming. Did those words come out? Did Lee hear them? Screaming. There's screaming.

"...-WILL!" He screamed. Will didn't look back to see who it was. "Will, what are you?-"

screaming

he sobbed

who?

"Lee- Lee, oh my-" He sobbed. He couldn't breathe. Who was yelling? "Will please, we can't- I can't lose you too, we need to-"

He didn't take his eyes off his brother.

flicker flicker flicker

wake up

Arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him. He fought. He fought so hard.

"Let me go! Let me- I need to-" He scratched them. He scratched the arms. Did they draw blood? He couldn't tell. Everything was already so

so

red

Bite. Scratch. Scratch.

They let go.

He fell back down. His hands weren't glowing anymore.

Or maybe they were?

He couldn't tell. Too much red.

A voice wept behind him. It grabbed him. The arms. The arms grabbed him again.

they wouldn't let go

he needs to fix him

why wouldn't he let go?

He was dragging him at this point. He fought so hard. Why didn't they let go this time? Doesn't he understand? He needs to heal him. He needs to fix him.

He lost track of where he was. There were no monsters. He could hear them, muffled as they may be, but they weren't there.

His vision was too blurry, too red to make out the details. Wooden walls again. Swords. Spears.

Bows.

He was clinging to someone. His red, sticky hands stained their shirt. One hand was going through his hair. Another hand was holding him.

Where was he?

Where's Lee?

There was blood running down his face again. So much blood.

Tears.

Not blood. Tears?

He couldn't breathe.

he couldn't breathe

"C'mon, breathe, breathe-" He whimpered, his voice shaking. He was crying too. "We'll- we'll fix him, okay? Shhh, breathe, breathe-"

His heart thumped, and thumped, and thumped and he still couldn't breathe

flicker flicker flicker

it's so red

"No no, shhh- I need to-" The arms shook. Their breath hitched. "It's nearly over, I need to go and help them- Just keep breathing, okay?"

flicker

"Stay here, okay? I'll- I'll come back."

Micheal left him.

He sat against the wall, unmoving. Unblinking.

He's gone.

Lee's gone.

_

Will tapped his foot against the tiled floor of the infirmary.

Tap, tap, tap.

On the other side of the room, Micheal was stuffing backpacks full of medical supplies. 7 rolls of bandages. 3 rolls of medical tape. 6 bottles of nectar.

"I'm missing something," His brother lamented, thinking.

Will watched him closely.

Tap, tap, tap.

Another war. It's only been a year since-

It's only been a year.

It was worse this time, however. More dire. More deaths. All of them could die, if they don't succeed.

Who knows how long they're gonna be there fighting? A day? A week?

Last time it was 3 hours, from what he was told.

He bit his lip.

"Hey Lee, could you pass me the necta-"

Micheal slapped his hands over his mouth, shaking his head. He's gone.

Will stopped looking at him.

His hands were red again. Covered in blood.

His hands never stopped being red; They only ever got bloodier.

Tap, tap, tap.

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