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…I’m back.

#solangleo #the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #sarah writes stuff

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Love this

Me in general? Thank you 😊 lol

#sarah replies #asks

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It's common trivia that the children of the Big Three have ironic fears.

Percy, son of the sea, fears suffocation.

Nico, son of the underworld, fears the dark.

Bianca, daughter of death, feared dying.

Thalia, daughter of the sky, fears heights.

And though we don't get much screentime with Jason's past, I loved him feeling crushed under the expectations as a son of Jupiter, trained from 2 years old, and volunteered as Praetor.

The son of the king of the gods feared leadership.

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Today I give you: 

Devious war strategist Nico di Angelo

This might just be the proof that a War AU would be absolutely fantastic. Veteran Nico. Nico with a gun (things would really be much faster solved if ppl would just give Annabeth and Nico a gun). Nico in military uniform with badges on his chest.

Ok i’m rambling again. Here’s the fic, btw, it’s short but it’s fun: Bad Ideas by  BetweenLines55 - The Big3 with a WWII board game 

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I have a Solangelo fic rec for you all!

This is a very sweet take on three-days-in-the-infirmary, and one I definitely haven't seen before - a World War II AU. Military doctor Will! Italian resistance fighter Nico! Go read it :)

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I would like to point out that's been over five years and I still think about what a banger of a title @fanfic-the-eighth-wonder's solangelo fic has - Make it to Dawn (then i'll tell you i love you)

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rick riordan really did just send his gays to superhell but like in an ally way didn't he

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one more time, because I haven’t seen anyone do them.

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Damn, I really started a solangelo fanfic like 8 years ago with the exact same name as Rick Riordan’s new Nico di Angelo book. Where are my royalties Rick? Where are they???

#solangelo #rick riordan #pjo #the sun and it’s star #the sun and all of its stars #nico di angelo #will solace #just saying #first southern will #now this #veeeeeery peculiar is all I’m sayin

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i will not stop until i’ve drawn every little kiss from the sun and the star

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what fics would you rec to someone you want to ship apercy

Why, thanks for asking. First off, gotta get this out of the way: Perpollo/Apercy works best when you've read TOA, or, at the very least, The Hidden Oracle and read the wiki page on The Dark Prophecy and The Tower of Nero. Of course, it's not a requirement, but it is a suggestion and a very strong recommendation.

Now, we got a few different categories:

introductory crash course:

These are mostly fluff pieces and iconic in their own right.

i'll take on the world (with you by my side) by maevel:

The children of Camp Half-Blood might fight, they might argue and quarrel, and they most certainly almost start wars against each other. But there’s one thing they’re all agree on; Percy Jackson is their designated mom. And Apollo might just fall in love with that.

is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? by myself:

“What? I’m baking. With my mom,” Percy says, and then he winces, his body flinching away from Jason as if in pain. “That doesn’t make sense. My head hurts.”

“You being here doesn’t make sense,” Jason speaks slowly, carefully, as if Percy’s some spooked animal. Apollo just stares at his unseeing eyes, a bad feeling sinking in his gut. “I was just thinking before you showed up, it’d be useful to have you here, but this is—”

Suddenly, Percy’s eyes snap into focus, and he looks right at Jason. “I heard you calling. You were thinking about me?”

Jason blinks and gapes, probably from the whiplash of Percy’s changing attitude. “I—yes? Percy… did you get abducted again?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Apollo mumbles, looking him up and down, because there’s something strangely familiar about this, but, as usual, everyone ignores him. If he was handsome, this wouldn’t happen as often.

you and me would be a big conversation by me and the wonderful amazing beautiful sexy @ashilrak:

Mortal AU with a twist! Features singer!Apollo and barista!Percy (and maybe more than that 👀)

The Sight Of You Will Prove To Me I'm Still Alive by @ashilrak:

Amazing little AU where Percy and Apollo are dating/together between PJO and HOO.

After This Life, I'll Find You In The Next by @ashilrak for something more angst-y:

Apollo would recognize those eyes anywhere for how they haunt his dreams. They’re the same eyes that have graced Hyacinthus and Daphne and Commodus and every other name that’s been burned into his non-existent soul.

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“Say,” Apollo says, grabbing a napkin and a pen that wasn’t there a second ago. He writes down his phone number and looks up at Percy through his lashes. “You may hardly be an unsuspecting mortal, but what would you say to a drink?”

Percy blinks, but then the surprise fades away and he looks at Apollo consideringly. He takes the napkin from Apollo and stares down at it for a moment.

And then he looks back up at Apollo with a tentative smile. “I think I’d like that.”

For more spicy (in plot and rating), but still simple fics:

as if you were a mythical thing by me:

“You were looking for an excuse to speak to him anyways, and I gave it to you,” Aphrodite rolls her eyes, disregarding most of his words, and handing Apollo her wine glass in order to pull a mirror out of her bag, checking her lipstick. He resists the urge to spill it over her dress. “And, he asked me for help, even left me offerings. Why wouldn’t I take a chance to make two negatives a positive?”

“He left you dinner leftovers.”

Aphrodite waves it off. “Same thing, really. My children keep leaving me make-up and chocolate. Other people leave flowers. They’re sweet, but at least Percy Jackson offers something less habitual. I hate boredom.”

“You love chaos, and plotting, like with Reyna,” Apollo translates, and starts drinking her wine because, what in Hades, might as well. He needs a drink. “So I was a negative that needed fixing?”

“You are, yes,” she nods, no remorse to it, and Apollo wonders why he decided to go through with this.

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Percy gets himself into a tough situation, Apollo helps. Love ensues, and it's only slightly Aphrodite's fault.

what's a god to a nonbeliever? by almas, iconic ass fic, though beware it is unfinished:

It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son.

A Quarter Life Crisis by Butterflies_Stormclouds.

Percy turned down godhood in the hope of having the white picket fence dream with Annabeth. Now he's in his early twenties, has the girl, his flat and midway through a degree and it's not quite as peaceful and fulfilling as sixteen year old Percy had imagined. But nothing in his life has ever gone smoothly and "retirement" doesn't quite fit into Percy's vocabulary all that well.

And lastly, I suggest going through everything in the recent Perpollo Week Collection. Works are still being added, and I'm def missing a lot of amazing fics here, but this is a good place to start.

Hope y'all have fun!

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Is that...?

I'VE ONLY BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR EVER

#solangelo #finally

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Saw someone else do this so i had to make my own! Solangelo book bingo ft some of my personal predictions for it

#guilty #solangelo #pjo #reblog

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apollo: oh, so suddenly you don’t have a death wish?!

percy: apollo, I’ve never had a death wish. it’s just that I don’t believe I personally can even die

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what fics would you rec to someone you want to ship apercy

Why, thanks for asking. First off, gotta get this out of the way: Perpollo/Apercy works best when you've read TOA, or, at the very least, The Hidden Oracle and read the wiki page on The Dark Prophecy and The Tower of Nero. Of course, it's not a requirement, but it is a suggestion and a very strong recommendation.

Now, we got a few different categories:

introductory crash course:

These are mostly fluff pieces and iconic in their own right.

i'll take on the world (with you by my side) by maevel:

The children of Camp Half-Blood might fight, they might argue and quarrel, and they most certainly almost start wars against each other. But there’s one thing they’re all agree on; Percy Jackson is their designated mom. And Apollo might just fall in love with that.

is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? by myself:

“What? I’m baking. With my mom,” Percy says, and then he winces, his body flinching away from Jason as if in pain. “That doesn’t make sense. My head hurts.”

“You being here doesn’t make sense,” Jason speaks slowly, carefully, as if Percy’s some spooked animal. Apollo just stares at his unseeing eyes, a bad feeling sinking in his gut. “I was just thinking before you showed up, it’d be useful to have you here, but this is—”

Suddenly, Percy’s eyes snap into focus, and he looks right at Jason. “I heard you calling. You were thinking about me?”

Jason blinks and gapes, probably from the whiplash of Percy’s changing attitude. “I—yes? Percy… did you get abducted again?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Apollo mumbles, looking him up and down, because there’s something strangely familiar about this, but, as usual, everyone ignores him. If he was handsome, this wouldn’t happen as often.

you and me would be a big conversation by me and the wonderful amazing beautiful sexy @ashilrak:

Mortal AU with a twist! Features singer!Apollo and barista!Percy (and maybe more than that 👀)

The Sight Of You Will Prove To Me I'm Still Alive by @ashilrak:

Amazing little AU where Percy and Apollo are dating/together between PJO and HOO.

After This Life, I'll Find You In The Next by @ashilrak for something more angst-y:

Apollo would recognize those eyes anywhere for how they haunt his dreams. They’re the same eyes that have graced Hyacinthus and Daphne and Commodus and every other name that’s been burned into his non-existent soul.

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“Say,” Apollo says, grabbing a napkin and a pen that wasn’t there a second ago. He writes down his phone number and looks up at Percy through his lashes. “You may hardly be an unsuspecting mortal, but what would you say to a drink?”

Percy blinks, but then the surprise fades away and he looks at Apollo consideringly. He takes the napkin from Apollo and stares down at it for a moment.

And then he looks back up at Apollo with a tentative smile. “I think I’d like that.”

For more spicy (in plot and rating), but still simple fics:

as if you were a mythical thing by me:

“You were looking for an excuse to speak to him anyways, and I gave it to you,” Aphrodite rolls her eyes, disregarding most of his words, and handing Apollo her wine glass in order to pull a mirror out of her bag, checking her lipstick. He resists the urge to spill it over her dress. “And, he asked me for help, even left me offerings. Why wouldn’t I take a chance to make two negatives a positive?”

“He left you dinner leftovers.”

Aphrodite waves it off. “Same thing, really. My children keep leaving me make-up and chocolate. Other people leave flowers. They’re sweet, but at least Percy Jackson offers something less habitual. I hate boredom.”

“You love chaos, and plotting, like with Reyna,” Apollo translates, and starts drinking her wine because, what in Hades, might as well. He needs a drink. “So I was a negative that needed fixing?”

“You are, yes,” she nods, no remorse to it, and Apollo wonders why he decided to go through with this.

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Percy gets himself into a tough situation, Apollo helps. Love ensues, and it's only slightly Aphrodite's fault.

what's a god to a nonbeliever? by almas, iconic ass fic, though beware it is unfinished:

It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son.

A Quarter Life Crisis by Butterflies_Stormclouds.

Percy turned down godhood in the hope of having the white picket fence dream with Annabeth. Now he's in his early twenties, has the girl, his flat and midway through a degree and it's not quite as peaceful and fulfilling as sixteen year old Percy had imagined. But nothing in his life has ever gone smoothly and "retirement" doesn't quite fit into Percy's vocabulary all that well.

And lastly, I suggest going through everything in the recent Perpollo Week Collection. Works are still being added, and I'm def missing a lot of amazing fics here, but this is a good place to start.

Hope y'all have fun!

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A prompt, if you're up for it: Trans boy Nico gets a really bad menstrual cycle, and Will, who doesn't know yet, thinks he's coming down with an illness and keeps trying to treat it, until Nico tells him what's really going on.

Nico doesn’t show up for breakfast which is concerning, given the fact the kid can’t afford to miss any meals. Usually, Will is there to drag the son of Hades out of his cabin, at least in time for a bran muffin, but not today. Will had the graveyard shift (Will chuckles to himself, wishing Nico were there to at least appreciate the joke) at the infirmary and barely made it to breakfast himself.

In fact, Will, in his sleep deprived state, doesn’t think much of Nico’s absense. Will thinks more of his bed, and the bomb-ass nap he’s going to take after he finishes his eggs.

Will sleeps through lunch. The cabin is at least quiet during the day, with all of his siblings out and about, either tending to the infirmary, or having marksmen contests or singing ABBA karaoke in the amphitheater. He forces himself out of the warm nest of his bunk, throws on some clean clothes and brushes the stale taste of sleep out of his mouth.

Time to check on Nico.He’s not in his usual places, which starts to make Will worry; Percy tells him Nico never showed up to cover a swordfighting class and Clarisse had to fill in instead (which means, great, now Nico owes Clarisse). He asks Juniper and her friends and they haven’t seen Nico either, which is weird, because if Nico had left camp, he always shadow traveled from the confines of the forest. He hopes Nico at least made it to lunch.

That only leaves Nico’s cabin. Will jogs up to the door and raises the skull knocker twice. There’s a faint call from within for “Just a minute” which, Will can admit, does ease his nerves a little. However, Nico’s acutal appearance does nothing to help Will’s mood

Nico is paler than usual, and his shoulders are hunched like he’s in pain. One hand, maybe subconciously, is splayed protectively over his stomach. “Are you ok?” is the first thing out of Will’s mouth. Nico cracks a smile at that, “Nice to see you, too, Will.”

Will can feel himself blushing, “It’s just…are you sick? Is your stomach hurting you? Do you want me to take a look at something?”

“No!” Nico blurts out, face going even paler, “I mean, no, it’s fine, I’m fine. Why don’t you come in?”

He steps out of the doorway and lets the son of Apollo inside Cabin 13. It’s like it always is inside, dark and homey. It smells a lot like sage and smoke in there, which was a jarring smell at first, but always mellowed out. Will can tell that Nico was watching something on TV before he got up to answer the door. There’s a cup of what looks like cooling hot chocolate on the coffee table and a nest of blankets on the couch. Will even spots what looks like a heating pad sticking out from under one of the blanket corners.

“Are you sure you’re ok, Neeks?” Will says, looking at Nico skeptically. Nico looks tired, like he didn’t sleep well the night before, and his shoulders are still hunched. Nico goes to nod, opening his mouth to say, “Yes, Will, of course I’m fine,” before pausing and breaking into a sprint.

Will follows him and catches up to Nico as he makes it to the toilet in the cabin’s bathroom and vomits unceremoniously into the bowl. Will is by his side in an instant, rubbing Nico’s back and keeping Nico’s dark hair out of his face. Definitely not fine.

Nico dry heaves a couple more times before falling from his squatting position by the toilet to a sitting position, leaning up against the tub. Will leaves him there for a second, running to get a glass to fill with water. Gently, he hands it to Nico before closing the toilet lid and flushing.

“Nico, why didn’t you tell me you have a stomach bug? I have something that can help! You don’t have to act so noble all the time and pretend you’re not in pain. I’m a son of Apollo, remember, I can tell when people don’t feel well and right now–”

“Will, I don’t have a stomach bug.” Nico says over the rim of his glass.

“Well, then what the Had–hell do you call what just happened?” Will splutters.

Nico takes a deep breath and a long sip of water. “Will. It’s…my menstraul cramps. They make me throw up.”

What? Oh. Ooh. Will blinks hard.

“I know, it’s weird, people already think I’m some kind of freak which is why I don’t usually tell people the son of Hades was really the daughter of Hades for a while, but–”

“Nico. Nico. It’s fine,” Will squats down to be at Nico’s eyelevel, “I don’t care if you’re trans, honey, ok? And I don’t want you to be scared to tell me, but I’m honored you did. Just, I just want you to tell me when you’re hurting so I can do something to make you feel better. I don’t want you to suffer, ok?”

Nico nods, eyes looking wet. “It’s these gods-damned hormones,” he mutters, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Will lets out a slightly wet, breathless laugh of his own and hugs Nico tightly. They sit like that for a few minutes, hugging and crying until Nico says quietly, “Do you have something for this?”

“Of course honey, I’ll be right back. Go get comfortable.”

Will leaves and sprints back to his cabin, finding two extra-strength Midol under the bathroom sink. His whole trip takes only a few minutes and by the time he’s back at Cabin 13, Nico is back in his blanket nest on the couch watching some cooking show. Will refills Nico’s glass and hands him the pills, “These should help, but let me know if they don’t do the trick.”

Something looks Different ™ about Nico but he can’t just put his finger on it until Nico is blushing, “Stop staring, I just took my binder off, ok? You told me to get comfortable.”

Will is blushing hard too, but says, “Ok. C'mere.” They settle close on the couch together, Nico pressed against Will’s chest. “You’re warm,” Nico says, pressing up against him more and pressing his forehead into the crook of Will’s neck, “Makes my cramps not as bad.”

Will can’t help but grin and press a soft kiss to the son of Hades’ forehead. They readjust the heating pad and settle in for a Food Network marathon.

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A white down comforter (nsfw)

The world comes to a little blurry. He feels his surroundings before he really sees them. He’s lying in a soft and warm place. The smell of fresh linen, sun dried yesterday, is prominent among undertones of diffused cologne and the heady, musky scent of sex last night.

The blurring starts to take shape. Will’s face comes into existence as Nico blinks the sleep from his eyes and feels the corners of his mouth turn up in a sleepy smile as he looks at the man laying next to him.

“Mornin’.” Will says. Perfect, bow shaped lips split Will’s face in a wide grin. Two rows of straight, white teeth (except for Will’s left canine, it’s a little crooked, and Nico loves it) sparkle in the low light of their bedroom.

“Mmm...hi…” Nico says, feeling definitely sleep and definitely not firing on all cylinders yet.

Will huffs a breath that might have been a laugh at a later hour of the day. It’s a quiet sort of morning though. Steady, warm fingers card through Nico’s (surely unruly) mop of hair.

“Careful,” Nico mumbles, turning his head more into the pillow and simultaneously giving Will better access to his hair, “Keep doing that and I’m going to go right back to sleep.”

“Noooo,” Will whines, and the petting abruptly stops. Nico pouts into the pillow. He doesn’t have much time, however, to miss the gentle contact before Will is scooping Nico up and rolling him over to his opposite side.

Instead of seeing his shit eating grin, Nico feels it, pressed against the back of his neck. Soon, the smile dissolves as Will presses tiny kisses to Nico’s nape. “You can’t fall asleep again,” Will says barely above a whisper.

“Why not?” Nico asks. He stretches against the other man, hearing elbows, wrists, knees and vertebrae pop and release their tension. Feeling better, he snuggles back against Will.

“Because,” Will says, adjusting his grip on Nico to splay his left hand over Nico’s stomach and pull him closer.

Nico revels in Will’s warmth. Will always feels as though he’s just come in from sunbathing on a sandy beach, glowing from the sunlight and radiating heat. Nico’s shoulders press against Will’s chest, the small of his back to Will’s stomach. Their legs are intertwined and Will is stroking the arch of Nico’s right foot with his toes.

Nico could easily drift off. But.

“That’s not a great reason.” Nico says. Will slides his right arm under Nico’s neck.

“How about this reason then,” Will says, and brings his hips up to meet the curve of Nico’s ass and thighs. Nico does his best to suppress a breath in. Will’s cock is half hard and it feels like a brand against Nico’s backside.

“Ok,” Nico says, more breathless than intended, “That’s a good reason.”

Will bucks his hips just a little, “This ok?” Will’s voice sounds a bit serious, just for a second, “Me between your thighs, getting us both off?”

“More than ok,” and yeah, Nico’s definitely a little breathless.

Will slips his hand under the pillows and shuffles it around for a second before producing a three-quarters full bottle of lube from the night before.

(“Trashy,” Nico says.

“Convenient,” Will counters.)

Will spreads some slick over his cock and slides it between Nico’s thighs, gently rocking against Nico’s cock and balls. It’s good, so good, but not enough.

“Can you jack us off honey? Make us feel real fucking good? You know I’m not left handed.”

The tiniest snort escapes Nico before he’s wrapping his hand around both of them as Will fucks his thighs. Something like a growl rumbles in Will’s chest, deep and breathless, and it’s just about the hottest sound Nico has ever heard.

The bed’s just beginning to creak with their rocking as both Will’s hips and Nico’s hand begin to pick up speed.

“You feel so good, baby, so tight,” Will says, right against the shell of Nico’s ear. Goosebumps break out on Nico’s arms as Will’s hand on Nico’s stomach tightens its hold, “You felt so good last night, too, all hot and tight around my dick as I fucked into you. I still probably could’ve taken you this morning without any prep, I stretched you out so well.”

Nico, at this point, is making very embarrassing little “ah” noses. His hole clenches at the thought of Will sliding right into him. His hips stutter against Will’s.

“You gonna come for me, honey?”

Nico nods frantically, biting Will’s arm to keep himself from screaming, “‘M real, real close.”

Will adjusts for a second and whispers, “So let go,” before he latches his lips onto the soft skin right behind Nico’s ear.

Nico sobs and comes a moment later. Will’s hips keep rocking between Nico’s thighs as Nico trembles with oversensitivity. With another growl, Will is coming too. He flops on his back when he finishes, breathing heavily.

It’s quiet against for the few moments after their orgasms. Nico slowly comes back to himself and rolls onto his back. He’s covered in sweat and come and he’s absolutely elated.

“I love you,” Nico says.

Will laughs and presses a kiss to Nico’s shoulder, “I love you, too. But, for the record, I would always prep you first. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Sometimes I just get so caught up in the moment and shit like that comes out of my mouth.”

Nico turns to look at the other incredulously, “You just make me come my brains out and that’s what you say?” He smacks his hand over Will’s face and pushes him away with a laugh.

“I’m just saying, you could tear,” Will says, the hand that’s not propping him up is raised in defense, “It maybe sexy to say, but medically, just--”

“Go start the shower, Casanova,” Nico says, kissing Will’s nose and making him go cross-eyed, “I’m gross and it’s your fault.”

“Not entirely , you played a role, too,” Will says, but he gets out of bed and heads to the en suite. Nico blatantly stares after him and enjoys the view.

Will disappears into the bathroom and a second later the shower starts up. Will appears again, in the bathroom doorway, grinning at Nico who is still sprawled on the bed and covered in drying come.

“It’s been a year and I still can’t believe I legally get to have sex with you whenever we want.”

That makes Nico laugh. He climbs out of bed and goes to wrap his arms around his husband, “Happy first anniversary, sunshine.”

“And to many more,” Will says, and brings his husband in for a kiss.

#solangelo #sarah writes stuff #will solace #nico di angelo #sexy times lol #nsfw #dirty talk #anniversary #pjo