#Nico Di Angelo

[demigods-posts]

imagine if thalia visited percy on his fifteen birthday. an apology lodged somewhere in the back of her throat. knocking on the apartment door while holding back tears. sally greeting her with the warm smile of a mother. paul welcoming her inside with the kind tone of a father. imagine thalia surprised to see percy and nico bonding over two slices of blue cake. feeling even more alienated as a big three kid. knowing these two had a relationship without her. imagine thalia meeting percy's eyes from across the room. and for a brief second. she swears his previously gleeful gaze turns cold and bitter. and she's waiting for the anger. for the tide to drown her. and she's prepared to welcome it. but then his gaze turns remorseful. and then apologetic. and he doesn't yell at her. instead. he invites her to sit next to him and nico. and welcomes her to a slice of blue cake. because time will pass anyway. and life's way too short for kids like them to not hold each other through it.

#tbotl angst #thalia should've visited #i will die on this fucking hill #we needed these three to be together that day #to hold each other through #i need more of these three #their relationship is too messy and complicated and amazing not to explore #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Nico n co.

I think Nico deserves a whole legion of older siblings who can mother, manhandle, and annoy the shit out of him (mostly Percy)

#Reyna is his favourite #bc of course #my art #I’m so into the bloody fandom that I’ve read 12 books in four months #pjo fanart #nico di angelo #percy jackson #reyna avila ramirez arellano #jason grace #will solace #solangelo

[sunshines-child]

Sometimes, it’s hard to interact with Nico. Even Hazel has to admit that. No, it’s not his father, no, it’s not how he chants the names of the dead, well at least not for Hazel, no. It’s how the souls cling on to him, like he is the anchor in the wild sea. When he laughs, sweet as nectar, it is like you can hear the joy of the spirits with him, as if they’ve heard that they can return just one more time, to apologize, to say their goodbyes, to say “it’s not your fault” and “I love you” When he sobs, you hear the wails of the souls in the Lethe, alone, forgotten. You can feel the pain of the tormented, the Acheron spilling from his mouth. His rage is unkempt, rage like the souls in Punishment, rage like Achilles who sits by the Styx, rage of the many souls who never got a life they truly lived. It’s not his fault. You know that. Hazel knows that. Everyone does. But when he speaks, and his voice mixes like wine with the voices of the ones you loved, the ones you cherished, you have to turn away. No wonder the boy stopped speaking. What torture would it be, to hear his sister when he spoke? Or his mother when he cried? How painful.

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo shitpost #nicodiangelo #nico di angelo #nico di angelo headcanon #pjo show #percy jackson

[mediumgayitalian]

“Thought you might like this.”

Nico turns the thin plastic casing over in his hands. It catches the limited light from the one open window, refracting a burst of rainbow across the shadowy ceiling.

“What…is it?”

“Mixtape.” Will rocks back on his heels, hands swinging slightly at his sides. He hums idly, flicking his gaze across the room faster than Nico can track. Distracted. “Songs ‘n stuff.”

Contrary to popular belief, Nico knows what a mixtape is. CDs as well, for that matter. In fact he distinctly remembers when they came out — the transition from cassette to CD was a triumphant one. Way easier for him to save his game processes and transfer to new machines as they came. (He wonders, idly, what happened to his stack of CDs left at the Lotus. Are they still there, standing alone in his half of the room? Next to his dresser, across from Bianca’s coin and token collection? Is there enough dust in that standstill place to cover the entire living space in a thick blanket of forgotten memory?)

“I can see that, Solace. I meant — why.”

“Because!” Solace gestures grandly, hands fluttering in some particular way that means nothing, really; just accentuates his wide grin, his twinkling eyes. The rocking he’s constantly doing, back and forth, back and forth, the twitching of his fingers. Electrons on a wire. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a radio or anything, right? Figured you might have a couple years to catch up on. Might be fun.”

Nico turns the CD case over again in his hand, peripherally aware of the shifting rainbows, still, reflecting off Will’s hair now, dying it redgreengold. There’s sharpie scrawled across the surface, completely illegible except for the plethora of exclamation points, the doodle of a cat, and the chain of flowers drawn carefully around the edge.

Will is smiling so, so brightly.

“Thank you,” Nico says quietly. He clears his throat, looking away. “I’ll, um. I’ll listen to it. Tonight.”

“Great!” Will chirps. “I got lots more, I’ll stop by after my shift and you can tell me what you liked. That way you can have more input on karaoke night.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna —”

“See you tomorrow! Write down what you think!”

“— do that.”

Nico returns his parting wave helplessly, watching as he sprints down the stairs and then, for no discernible reason, cartwheels three times on his way across the common. Immediately upon righting himself he walks into a (thankfully unlit) brazier and goes sprawling, calling out, to no one, I’m okay! and bounding back off.

“How are you alive,” Nico mutters to himself. He turns back to the CD case, running his thumb across the edges. He notices, for the first time, the hearts that have been drawn along the clasps. A smile pushes its way across his face no matter how hard he tries to fight it back.

When he plays it that night, lying on his bed with his headphones tucked over his ears and his Walkman resting on his stomach, the first song is Walking on Sunshine.

He can’t fight back a smile then, either.

#ending is weak but WHATEVER whatever i’m normal about it #my endings are usually weak it’s. fine. #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #pining will solace #boy made him a mixtape. #pining nico di angelo #klutz will solace #my beloved #100 says #100 ways to say i love you #my writing #fic #longpost

[lilislegacy]

the seven + nico on a roller coaster

percy: 😎🤙

annabeth: *deep in thought about it’s design and how it was built*

leo: “WOOOHOOOOO” “PUT YOUR HANDS UP BITCHES” 🤪🤪

piper: *low key hates it but she’s pretending to have fun* (*fake smiling*)

jason: “this is great!” 😄🤓 (his hands are neatly sitting in his lap the entire time. he lets out some little giggles)

hazel: 🤢🤢

frank: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

nico: 😐😐🫨😆😐😐

and quite frankly that’s all i have to say

#idk what this is guys #but #the picture would be funny as hell #nico will never admit he’s having fun #hazel’s like i hate it here #the whole thing was percy and leo’s idea #percy jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #nico di angelo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth #pjo

[skysmadness]

i get physically sick when i remember nico's internal monologues when he looks at will

#listen if this looks weird it's because i tried out csp again #trying out new programs always makes me ACTUALLY physically sick but i gotta #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #ryudoesart

[noahmullariii]

the way Percy's friend group is literally -

4 monsters:

half-goat who's technically twice his age

one-eyed brother who's technically half his age

surprisingly lovely giant dog from hell

strangely devoted flying horse who can talk

and an odd assortment of people:

his mama

immortal lesbian who was a tree for a few years

scary buff girl who bullied him a little

autistic kid who radiates death and had a crush on him

nicest demigod ever whom he had a crush on before he... died

allegedly normal girl who now randomly tells the future

autistic girl who tried her absolute hardest to hate him then promptly fell in love with him. now they're soulmates

goddess of hearth

#pjo #percy jackson #grover underwood #tyson pjo #mrs o'leary #blackjack pjo #sally jackson #thalia grace #clarisse la rue #nico di angelo #charles beckendorf #rachel elizabeth dare #annabeth chase #hestia #yes hestia is bestie material #he also has silena stolls and butch but #they aren't really besties #tho butch probably would join the club during hoo #as you can see hoo is irrelevant for this post #but if it wasn't i'd say the list would grow by only 5 people #in order of strength of their respective bonds with percy forged over the course of my hoo rewrite: leo piper reyna hazel frank #cuz for me frank and hazel are annie's besties first; percy's second #reyna's like in a weird limbo - she'd know annabeth first but bond with percy quite a lot as well; even separated by quest #percy leo piper chaos trio where??? #in my head ofc #anyway i guess i'll tag it too then #pjo hoo #hoo

[springmagpies]

I just started the fifth Trials of Apollo book and I just gotta say that Will excitedly shouting “Dad!” And running to hug Apollo when he and Meg get back to Camp Half-Blood had me actually sobbing. And he bought him clothes that are more Apollo’s style and that fit properly for when his Dad comes back. Like Will is the sweetest sunshine no-nonsense unconditional love boy in the whole wide world.

And also Nico checking on Meg and also needing a minute to himself after finding out about Jason also had me crying.

#Percy Jackson #the trials of apollo #will solace #Apollo #lester papadopoulos #nico di angelo

[m-for-now]

Just saw someone ask the question of why Nico has a black CHB shirt while everyone else gets orange and thinking about this has brought me to the following headcanon:

There's shirts of all and any colours at Camp, but they just hand you an orange one when they first give you one. The only thing you have to do to get a different colour is ask.

Most campers never find out, you can just ask to get a shirt in a different colour.

#nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #riordanverse #pjo #headcanon #camp half blood #heroes of olympus

[yendts]

more of the pjo x atla au, this time a redraw of the sun warriors episode🔥

„Just make your own! Or go back and get some from the Sages!” Leo and Nico discover the original source of fire bending as a part of Nico’s avatar training, but it’s not without a few hiccups…

obviously the roles are reversed with who is the avatar in this but nico and zuko’s personalities line up too well for me to do it the other way around lol

#while redrawing this screencap i realized that aang has a death grip on zukos robes and it was hilarious but i wasn’t able to capture the #absolute grip he has bc i was feeling lazy with leo’s hands #i feel like this scenario would play out nearly identically with leo and nico tbh #‘WHO ARE YOU YELLING TO???’ #yk??? #anyways #nico di angelo #leo valdez #atla au #pjo x atla #pjo #atla #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #riordan universe #riordanverse #rick riordan

[svetalmeow]

i love drawing Nico genuinely tired 'cause this one year after ttc was probably really horrible for 11yo

(and i am in fact really tired too.)

#art #fanart #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #nico di angelo

[wu-does-art]

pov your autistic boyfriend finally starts unmasking around you

#adding to my “will gets weirder the closer you are to him” agenda #nico is fine with this but also this means his boyfriend will run up and chew on him from time to time #he bite!!!! the bites dont hurt tho. will is gentle #when they're autism #i was gonna say autism x autsim but they are actually autism tumblr #nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #rrverse #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #solangelo #tsats

[rumov]

context, context…missing context…😗:

worst 18th birthday everrrr

#pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #will solace #solangelo #percico #drawing #the second pic is like a photo taken hours before disaster #sleepless dreams ff

[raphael-angele]

Apollo and Hyacinthus was the First Meeting and the It Wasn't Meant To Be

Achilles and Patroclus was the Second Chance and the There Wasn't Enough Time

Will and Nico is the Reincarnated Souls That Have Been Looking For Each Other In Every Lifetime

#apollo #hyacinthus #apollo and hyacinthus #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #hades #tsoa #the song of achilles #song of achilles #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo

[mediumgayitalian]

The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.

Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.

A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.

With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.

It does not work.

The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.

Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.

He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.

The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.

Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.

There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.

His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.

A quiet beeping startles them both.

For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.

The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.

The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.

“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”

The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.

#will i ever come back and resolve this? who knows! right now i just wanted to inflict sorrow #sorry will you’re a good vessel #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #angst #hurt no comfort #my writing #fic #longpost #sigh everythint i do seems some meh and lacklustre lately #how unfortunate #maybe i’m losing my touch that would suck so bad #we’ll have to see

[itspipesmclean]

nico: being short is okay. when the sky falls the tall people will die first

nico: i'm superior to u

nico: this is how i feel trust

percy: sorry that you have to live through the deaths of your loved ones :/

#rrv characters as things me and my friends have said #you can guess whether i'm nico or percy for that one iyw #pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #incorrect quotes #incorrect pjo quotes