#sh: solangelo

[solangelostars]

SOLANGELO - NICO DI ANGELO AND WILL SOLACE.

Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #will solace #nico di angelo #pjoedit #pjo series #pjo #solangelo #solangeloedit #s: percy jackson and the olympians #ch: will solace #ch: nico di angelo #sh: solangelo #[first edit back be nice pls] #[they make me so ill] #karo kreates

[valgracee]

⭐️

#this is kind of a tag directory- i’m trying to be meticulously organized with this sideblog okay #sh: valgrace #sh: solangelo #sh: percabeth #sh: fierrochase #pjo #ch: leo #ch: jason #ch: piper #ch: percy #ch: nico #ch: annabeth #mcga #ch: magnus #ch: alex #text #art #quote #jokes #show #the lost trio #the lightning trio #underworld siblings #norse demisquad

[chi-ow-hua]

tw: intrusive thoughts, compulsion stuff (but like, mental health, not magic), ableism, mentions of drugs and addiction

Will, as most of the people who bother to unmask his easygoing persona will gladly tell you, is a bit of a control freak.

He doesn't actually know what drugs feel like. He knows Michael used to smoke weed with the Stolls sometimes. "Only way to deal with all these suicidal fuckheads" he'd grumble when Will glared at him in disapproval. But that was always away from the rest of camp and also not a very regular occurence. Will knows that because he started secretly going through Michael's dirty laundry after he caught him the first time, and Mike was always very bad at hiding the smell. (He managed to hold himself back from doing the same for the Stolls, though. He can justify it to himself if it's his own siblings; but elder teens from another cabin he barely talks to? That would just be deranged behavior.)

Will has never partaken in hard drugs or known someone who does. He has never experienced addiction, or met anyone suffering from one. Not as far as he knows, anyways. He can reluctantly admit that his paranoia regarding addiction probably borders on irrational. He knows a huge number of campers were not very happy at the abrupt decline of drugs and medication in the infirmary after the mantle of head medic got thrust upon him - including his own siblings, who know he would rather spend more energy than necessary on his healing than just sucking it up and prescribing some fucking advil.

But he looks at the neatly labeled opioids and over-the-counter drugs and all he can think about is schizophrenia and apoplexy and overdosing. Besides, Chiron seemed very happy with Will's new policy. "It will save us so much money" he'd muttered in utter delight, and Will realized he'd never thought much about how camp financed itself. He'd assumed the gods just... created money. Or something. But he should've figured that anything even resembling child support would have them hightailing in the opposite direction.

The drugs are locked away in a cabinet. Will used to have the only key. Upon severe complaints from his cabin and multiple attempted heists, he reluctantly gave Chiron the backup. He tries not to think about Austin's disappointment when he refused to give it to him. It had been a silent plea for trust, and Will is ashamed to say that he can't. Not when it comes to this.

Will knows that his siblings would never do anything. They are reliable and responsible and have endured too many lectures to ever be this stupid. He knows very well that they would never abuse of the cabinet, because he actively reminds himself of that fact every time he sees Kayla pale and trembling and with vomit stains on her camp shirt or Gracie so gaunt you can count every single one of her tiny ribs. Images that are not real and could never be real because they are all smart and responsible and reliable and would never abuse of the cabinet.

He still doesn't give them a key, though.

For all that will can't stop thinking about morphine and oxycodone and hydrocodone, he doesn't feel any desire to try them. The problem isn't him. It's the others. Because they hear the words but they don't know them. Not like Will does. They don't understand it, don't see the risks, don't feel the symptoms, don't see their siblings. Will knows better, and it is his duty as head medic to protect them. "i will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel". Will tried to make the rest of his cabin learn the hippocratic oath too, but was severely outlaughed and outvoted. "You aren't even old enough to go to uni", as if that made a difference. Maybe Will isn't a doctor in the traditional sense, but he is the closest thing camp has.

Everyone can get caught up in an addiction, Will knows that all too well. Especially if you think that you are immune somehow, stronger than your own biology. No one is. Will knows that. Just as he knows that he will not become an addict because he knows better and has never once used the key always hanging around his neck. Another pearl, another year without an overdose. Maybe he is a control freak, maybe it would make things easier for everyone involved, maybe he knows that there must be something wrong with him, but maybe he is also saving his fellow campers lives. Maybe doing anything else would rob him his sleep, even more than it already does. "Its patronizing", Kayla said quietly. She is always loud, except when she is really angry. But maybe there is nothing wrong with his urge to protect. Why should she know better than him, anyways?!

The acetone and disinfectant are locked in a different cabinet. Everyone has a key for that one, because they are always in demand. "Why", tired and confused and annoyed and not actually expecting an answer. "There's a precedent" had been his non-answer, doing exactly as they'd known he would. Will can only use the disinfectant that is already in the dispenser. He threw his own key into the lake, one of the times he'd volunteered to care for their overnight patients on his own. (He knows he has the only key besides chiron, but it's better to be safe than sorry.) The patients were sleeping. The key had been on his necklace, tinkling along with the other, and then the bottle of desinfectant had been in his hand. He'd managed to put it back. Then he had run towards the shore before he could change his mind. He felt the splash in his bones, imagined it sinking into the depths of the lake. Hoped it stayed gone forever while simultaneously having to hold himself back from jumping in after it. Will couldn't become addicted, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

There was no reasonable way to lock away the soap in the bathroom. That was okay, though. He was used to staring, and most of the time he managed to wash the foam down the drain.

Will is in Nico's cabin, waiting for the other to return from the arena. He knows it's a privilege. Nico doesn't like his cabin. Nico really doesn't like people being in his cabin, especially without him. He keeps threatening to reform and redecorate, but always finds an excuse not to go through with it in the end. Will is starting to think that that is by design. It makes him a bit sad to think about. Of course Nico would also have his idiosyncrasies, being a child of the big three, but it's still painful. He wishes he could do something to make it better. Will still looks forward to their potential ikea trip whenever Nico mentions it.

Nico trusts Will. Or at least he hasn't invited anyone else to hang out in his cabin besides Reyna, Jason and his sister, which has to count for something. He stares at the pile of laundry - all black, except for one obnoxious yellow sweater he'd stolen from Will. Will hadn't asked for it back, even though it was soft and comforting and had been a gift to him from his mom. He'd always taken it off before performing any medical procedures - something he stopped bothering with for the rest of his clothes - meaning it was miraculously blood-free. He remembers being a bit surprised when Nico had clung onto this one, out of everything. Normally he tended towards the goriest ones. Said the stains were necessary in order not to clash with his aesthetic.

Nico prefers to keep to himself, values his personal space and his privacy. But Will looks and can't stop staring. Deranged, he remembers thinking. He'd barely been able to justify it when doing it to his brother. Doing it to anyone else would be-. Especially to Nico. Nico, who trusted him to stay alone in his cabin. Nico, who was one of the few campers to never ask for something to relieve the pain. Werewolf scratches were known to be particularly painful. Why had he never asked? (wouldn't he be doing him a favor? "into whatever houses i enter, i will go into them for the benefit of the sick")

Will, as most of the people who bother to unmask his easygoing persona will gladly tell you, is a bit of a control freak. He tries to tell himself that it isn't wrong. Tries to convince himself that it is, that there is nothing he could say or think that could justify it. Deranged. Will thinks he hears steps approaching and launches himself onto Nico's bed, where he'd been sitting before. The laundry pile - in even more disarray than before - glares disapprovingly. Only way to deal with it, he says. I'm doing it for nico, he begs to himself. Then why are you trying to hide it, his mind answers. Will tries to look away from the pile, but can't stop his eyes from glancing back.

"I'm gonna shower real quick, okay?" Nico, opening the door. "Have fun", Will answers, actively not looking at the laundry. And then, because he loves the nonsensical shot of adrenaline and superiority it gives him, "I see you found my sweater. You know, the one that mysteriously disappeared last week."

He holds his breath. Will doesn't know what he was expecting, but Nico doesn't deliver. Barely even glances at the pile. "I was literally wearing it yesterday, Solace. I know you know it. You were there." And then he rolls his eyes and disappears behind the bathroom door. And Will suppresses the urge to follow him inside and eat his soap.

#how do you even tag this #there is definitely some compulsion and intrusive thoughts going on here #not superiority complex not inferiority complex but a secret third thing #and anxiety. definitely some of that too. #tw drugs #tw ableism #let me know if there is anything important i forgot to tag? #does drinking disinfectant count as sh?? #will solace #solangelo #this was supposed to be about SAD??? #not main tagging nico cuz dude barely even appears

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 11

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday (i know it's tuesday that's my bad 💀). every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

and if you're warm, then you can't relate to me by remrose

They get stuck outside from a 3AM fire alarm. “I call it the ten-pound-quilt.” Will winked like it was a secret, coming to a stop in front of Nico. “I lent it to one of my siblings once and he said it was like being suffocated by a wet cement pancake. I love it."

will 'problem causer and embarrassed about it' solace so so real. this fic is also stellar bc nico is lowkey aware how much will likes him. that is how the dynamic should be i think.

2. Those walls I built didn't even put up a fight by @sazandorable

"Is it morally okay to stab a medic with their own scissors?" Nico asked Cecil. (Not that he usually cared about morally okay, as Octavian might demonstrate.) Nico's three days in the infirmary go by faster than he'd thought, and Will just won't stop flirting.

bruh this fic made me LAUGH. it wholly deserves the nearly quarter million hits it has jfc. i 100% clicked for the 'jason is a very embarrassing and very supportive ally' tag and it TOTALLY lived up and it was hilarious. he is. will's characterization was SO SO good and the whole fic just had me giggling!!

3. this is my kingdom come by remrose

Five times Nico and Will pretended they were dating. College AU.

the slow and unnoticeable slide from fake dating to real dating. fucking kills me every time. like oh yeah maybe i do love you. maybe you are everything to me. maybe i do want to spend the rest of my life with you. maybe loving you is this easy. GOD. god. insert seinfield gif her bc it fucking gets to me alright. it gets to me.

4. Days Gone By by @ghostystarr

Everyone was afraid of him, the boy who could talk to ghosts. Will just really wanted to know if his goldfish was haunting him every time he used the bathroom. AU Solangelo.

i am a sucker for childhood friends to lovers alright. and modern au with medium nico is art. so what if it is on the nose. it is amusing. and posting this ghosty ass fic on halloween the year solangelo came out is fucking camp idc this author ate up.

5. Patience and Patients by skyrat

Will Solace didn't mean to get a crush on the most exasperating demigod he'd ever met. But once he started watching Nico di Angelo he couldn't turn away. The lines between intentions and feelings got blurred. But how do you tell if the guy you like feels the same way when he's never around?

will having a crush on nico for a thousand years is literally my favourite trope like i love him actually. his pining ass will never get old! it will never get old. i will never get tired of reading it. also this is unrelated but i read this for the first time the day it was posting, which was the Day after i turned twelve lol time truly flies.

thank you for joining me this saturday tuesday sh don't worry about the actual date friday!! happy reading!!

#thank you to those who reminded me!! i appreciate it!!! #i was unfortunately actively writing an exam at the time #i stg i will be on time this friday. like genuinely #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #nico di angelo/will solace #pining will solace #nico di angelo & jason grace #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost #FRF

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

Solangelo College Slow Burn/Angst Chapter 2

~*~ *Thud* Will woke to the sound of the window opening and something falling inside. Ugh. This was the second night in a row that he had been woken up, and he really didn’t appreciate it. But, nevertheless, he sighed and got up to find the source of the noise.

~*~ Will found Nico sprawled on the floor like he had just tumbled through the open window above him. He probably had. “Nico?” “Go awaaay” Nico’s words were slightly slurred, and he still hadn’t moved. “Um. Nico, you alright?” “Noooo, I’m... not... shut up.” Nico was struggling to pull himself up. Will grabbed him arms and hauled him to his feet, only for Nico to fall over again, groaning. “Your... drunk.” It was the only possible conclusion. Late night, slurred words, no balance. He was fucking drunk. Was this because of last night? Nico groaned, snapping Will back to reality. He hauled Nico into the small kitchen and busied himself by the sink. “Whaaaat... are you... doing?” Nico was slouched on the floor, swaying back and forth. “Something to take the edge of the alcohol. Come on, you need to stand up.” Will helped Nico to stand up, then grabbed the glass of cold water and threw it in his face. First treatment for drunks. “www.... ww...what the hh... he...heck was th...that for?!” Nico was spitting mad, but he had regained some of his senses. “Sh..sh... shouldn’t I d... drink it, not ha...he.... have it splash...sh’d in my face?!” “Nope. Now change, before you get hypothermia” “I hate you” “The feeling is mutual. Actually, go for a shower first, then get changed.” “And this better not be a regular thing, you taking care of me.” “Nico, I’m studying health. I can’t not take care of you if you’re not well.” “I don’t care.” Nico stomped off, in direction of the bathroom “You’ll thank me later” Will called after him, then grimaced and started to clean up the mess. Seriously! What was Nico’s problem? Will wanted to help, but he knew from experience that Nico didn’t talk easily. Tonight, was the longest conversation they’d had.

~*~ Nico hated his life. He hated Will. He hated that his sister was dead. He hated everyone and everything. And now this, tonight, he just had to look like a fool in front of Will. He sighed, turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water. He liked to think in the shower, and there was one big thing to think about. Why did Will care? Why was he wasting his time on Nico? All Nico had done was give him the cold shoulder, and Will just... took it in stride. He didn’t try to retaliate, didn’t run away screaming. How? Nico turned off the shower and got dressed. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

~*~ The next day, after morning classes, Nico’s best friend, Jason, and his girlfriend Piper dropped round for lunch “Hey, Neeks, Percy’s having a party this Friday, wanna come? You can too, if you want to, Will” Will smirked “Neeks? Is that like, a legitimate nickname for Nico?” Nico wacked him, but not as hard as usual “Yes, but if you use it, I swear to all the gods...” “Okay, okay. ... Neeks.” Will couldn’t resist. Nico slapped him. Hard. Will winced, rubbing his upper arm, which had been the target for Nico’s many hits and punches. “Yeah, I’ll go, Jason.” Nico really, really hoped Will wouldn’t. But... he kind of... did? Ugh, it was so fucking confusing, and Nico just wanted to scream. Will solved the problem. “Yeah, I’ll go too Jason. You know. So, Nico doesn’t do anything stupid, like get drunk again.” Jason looked up. “Again?” Will giggled, gods, why was that so cute? and started to tell Jason “...and it was so fucking hilarious! Like, he just fell through the window so fucking drunk that it was kinda cute-” Will clapped a hand over his mouth, as if he had said something he shouldn’t have, then continued as if nothing had happened “... so I um... you know.... helped him get over it… and… yeah” Will mumbled the last part. Nico just stared at him. What the fuck was going on?

#college #solangelo fanfiction

[zeroroze159]

When you cant sleep what do you do? Or what on earth is happening to you?

lets make a list of what ill do In my case :)

Stare at the ceiling while getting lost in thought and end up getting tangled up so much till i get strangled to sleep, good luck hearing me ramble about that in the morning.

Sleep? Ha no. The only thing you'll see from me in the morning is a dumbass walking around covered in pride pins with rainbow makeup and black hair that's covered in highlights and glitter. No questions asked. Just let it happen.

No, I'm legit the "possessed kid" looking kid staring at a corner until you walk around the bed to see im having a F-cking staring contest with a Cat.

It wasn't my fault these kids just decided to invade my room and keep me up for 11 hours. Minding my own business and 3 children come bursting into my room and demanding i play dress up with them. They prossed to blackmail me. I am held against my will. its 3.am and im currently in a school-girls outfit. Send help.

Dyeing my hair and found a razor :) processes to give myself a rainbow pixie cut and yet puts a sh!t tun of gothic makeup on.

Draw. Simply draw. but it becomes abnormal when you enter my room to find scattered pictures and fan art of various things (Pride flags,skeletons,skulls,Solangelo,Portraits,cats,ferrets, anime characters,flowers and mushrooms)

Stay up by wasting 12 hours of my life watching memes.

[your-ivy-grows-77]

Ok hear me out but Will with glasses

#will solace #solangelo #pjo/hoo/toa #percy jackson and the olympians #aka #percy jackson and the olympains #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #riordanverse #sh*tpost

[my-apollo-gies]

Will be like "I know a spot" and promptly breaks your leg so he can take you to the infirmary

#shitpost #sh*tpost #will solace #solangelo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heores of olympus #the heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #the trials of apollo #toa #camp half blood #camp halfblood #chb #riordanverse #riordaniverse #rick riordan

[ao3writers-pls-love-me]

some chaotic Solangelo headcanons im thriving

Will "hi" and Nico "greeting" when encountering monsters

"is this coffee?", "no, Will. that's tea", "oh", "wtf are you guys talking abt thats clearly milk???"

Will menacingly stands outside of Nico's cabin, trying to ask for a date at 2:00PM

they exchange the most cheesiest letters for each other on random days and it's usually Nico's heart-felt, romantic, hit with the feels "i love you to death" and Will's short, wholesome, what is this language "you're my little pogchamp". on days, both of them read it, and on days, they are fucking done. they can never talk to each other for weeks without cringing crying yelling and dying

Nico doesn’t swear. He's the "language"-ing guy. Especially to Will

"oh sh—", "language", "—sh-shard-borne dingus! i breaky my fingy!"

Will curses a lot but with Nico he just switches it with Shakespearian insults, "Will you're a bitch", "hey! how dare you—", "oh no Nico! it's ok—", "fuck you too Nico!", "now listen here, you ubiquitous cloven-hoved special little chucklefucker, you are a, excuse me Nico, a nostalgic milk-livered wanger who would fuck maggots with his onion-eyed boner, how dare you rat bastard says those words to my loveliest significant other!", "oh that's definitely not gonna get a language from me, you go and drop those bars babe" , "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC—???"

Nico beating up Ares kids with his bare hands and they love him for it

Will treating Ares kids like, everyday (mainly because of Nico) and they love him for it

Nico talks a lot, about things, he would go full on presentations to Will about, extremely stupid stuffs like, how cats don't eat shoes and are better than dogs but dogs give you cuddles and laugh in barks so i am conflicted and now you have to be in this crisis with me, tesoro

Nico gives Will head pats and kisses

Will gives Nico hugs and embarrassments (and kisses)

they wear each other's pajamas and enjoy their friends and siblings's horrifying faces at 6:30 in the morning

*body slamming the door* "you two ARE having the papapa!", "really Will? why didnt you tell me? i could have put down my ugly stuffed blobfish plush"

They are both needy at ungodly hours

Will is whiny when he wants affection "Nicoooooooooo..."

then there's Nico when in need of literally any kinds of comfort just, cling, onto Will's body for the rest of the day, whoever try to remove him will get their hands bit off

there are days where they put stickers on each other faces and arms and hair and be fabulous

Nico makes GODS-TIER coffees and Will could die for them

Will "sorry" and Nico "apologies/forgive me" when fighting monsters

but actually Will gives them the finger and destroys them with one of his martial-art chokes

they will both scream, at the top of their lungs, when watching scary and horror movies

that's gonna be my headcanons, they are both shit at jump-scares and gory movies. they have to hug each other and cuddle for hours with two enormous blankets and often hide in Will's bed and watch a list of Disney series marathons after one "The Conjuring"

but they still love horror movies

dudes literally gone through wars and somehow get scared by a possessed doll

Nico lowkey adores Will's dad puns

"aight, what do you call a baby ghost?", "Will, please no—", "a little boo", "*snorts* g-gods darnit..."

Nico's his little boo

(fuck why did i do that—)

when Nico's sad, he will look up to Will and his boyfriend will smile, brightly, "hi there, wookie" and Nico will chuckle, saying "hey there, cara mio" and they will hold hand, with Nico trying his hardest not to imitate Will's sweetest giggles

their relationship is at the peak where Will says something and Nico gasps at him, then continues with the "is that a Star War reference?"

it is also at the peak where someone mocks Will with, "an apple a day keep the doctor away" and Nico calmly counters with, "only if you aim it well enough" and throw an apple at that person then broke their nose

. Kayla, dramatically points to Austin: Why did the mattress...

. Austin, dramatically points to Nico:...Go to the doctor?

. Nico, sighs, "dramatically" points to the sun:...why?

. Apollo, dramatically appears, points to the ground: Because!

. Will, dramatically slides in, biting his lips: It had spring fever

. Nico:

Then the Apollo cabin cheer and fetch out their instruments, attempt to do a whole orchestra passionately

#im on crack cocain today #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo headcanon #nico di angelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #pjo

[childish-gamnico]

Nico: Ugh, I can't think straight..

Will: Yeah, cus you're gay

Nico: Oh right

#has this been done before #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #i revel in the fact that their ship name means 'sun angel' like hOLY SH I T - #shitposty

[percabeth4life]

Magnus Chase is everything solangelo tries to be.

Magnus signs a p for permission to heal Hearths eye. He always asks to heal and tells Alex they could share memories.

Hearth and Blitz are the best sun and moon trope. Hearth needs the Sun so Blitz builds him a tanning bed. Hearth goes back to his abusive home just to save Blitz, because the sun hurt him. it should have been cannon.

Magnus and Alex were so diverse. Bi king and genderfluid spirit of chaos? Himbo x Crazy lil sh!it? Way better than a b!tch @ss white boy and his Italian boyfriend that doesn't even like him that much.

(but the Muslim "representation" sucked)

MCGA has some problems but yeah, Magnus Chase is the healer relationship that works.

He’s not an official healer, just has healing powers. He makes sure his patients are comfortable with what he does and explains it to them. He doesn’t control their medical needs or boss them around with it.

And Hearth and Blitz are the best- Like I love the idea of them being in a qpr cause- just amazing.

Like, Nico is great, and Will is alright on his own, but stars don’t like them together.

#anti solangelo #hearthstone #blitzen #blitzstone #mcga blitzen #mcga hearthstone #magnus chase #alex fierro #magnus/alex #mcga #the muslim rep was horribly done #rr crit

[reynas-praetor-cape]

Solagelo Crap Part 2: ❤🏳️‍🌈😎

I feel like everyone always talks about Poseidon and Athena going to Percabeth’s wedding. Poseidon is excited it’s a beach wedding, Athena is angry, blah blah blah. But like give Solangelo’s wedding some credit man. 

Hades would be like crying tears of joy whispering “its not Jackson, I’m so proud of you son..” etc. He would probably try to be a cool, hip dad by wearing a pride shirt and giving that one awkward smile to anyone who would look. And Apollo... Do not get me started on Apollo...

 “WOOOOOOO!!! YOU SEE THE BLONDIE?! THAT’S MY GAY SH*T. AND THE OTHER ONE, WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS, YOU HAVE GAY TASTE- GOOD, GOOD, YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE”

need I say more

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #hades #apollo #percy jackson #oh frickity frackity froo I love solangelo

[athenasspawn]

Guys! Solangelo in Tartarus: if Percabeth in Tartarus is anything to go by… this fandom is about to sob. Writers are about to write the saddest sh-t ever and cry. And readers are about to read these sad fanfics and sob too. What a lovely 2023 that awaits us :) can’t wait

#percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo text post #percy jackson fanfiction #solangelo #percabeth in tartarus #rick riordan

[stucksolangelo]

And some solangelo wedding day sh*t

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #nico #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #apollo #hades #zeus #aphrodite #percabeth #perpollo

[meetmyglowinthedarkboyfriend]

Compiling a Solangelo Playlist because I have too much time on my hands

Some are inspired by the fic The Music Curse by bluelove22 on AO3, check it out:

It's in the fanfic and hits right in the feels. Simple Plan always knows how to make relatable songs.

I was a bit skeptical at first because this is an anime song, but then… "So don't take all of the blame" …Octavian… "Don't take all of the weight, you always do" Big Three Kids' supposedly responsibility instinct… "I'll reach you by dawn, before you disappear" BoO battle began at dawn… dissolve into the shadows… "The power of our army has been cut with a scythe / And if we lose you to them, we may never survive" flashbacks to TLO where sh#t goes down with Kronos (Michael dies, and eventually, this prepubescent little kid just shows up with an entire army to diss Kronos… guts)… SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY, I'M ADDING THIS.

"Please don't walk away and please tell me you'll stay" gives me BoO vibes and won me over.

"I know you won't let me fade" was the line that got me. "Oh, I'm not leavin', no" also fits because of the BoO ending.

"It's easier to be broken / It's easier to hide" Oh, come on, you know that's my cue. "I'm taking a chance, letting you inside" just secured it for me.

I think it's great, but I knew the writer knew what they were doing when the song mentioned "Piece me back together when I fall apart".

I've been considering this since I first read the fic, being the only song I felt familiar with, and yep, it fits from the very first verse alone.

Not from the fic, but the song practically oozes the vibes by every line, I cannot simply resist. Plus, someone made a PMV of it.

One I found on a Ship Theme video by Random Montage instead. Experiencing/Knowing of past heartbreak… check… "And I've always lived like this … Because none of it was ever worth the risk" I think you got me with that half-verse. And the bridge too.

Of course, this list is incomplete, and I'm sure that there are more songs that fit our beautiful couple. You can add more if you wish to.

#solangelo headcanon #source: ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #pjo solangelo #solangelo #ship themes #theme song #source: youtube #music video #music #song lyrics #this song has strong pjo vibes #my post #my thoughts #my reaction #14 december 2019 #true music #pjato/hoo #riordanverse #my otp is canon #solangelo otp #otp playlist

[katealot]

Like the Back of my Hand

Chapter 9 of Solangelo Soulmate AU

[First] [<- Previous] [Next ->]

Read on Ao3

Word count: 4,160

tags: #solangelo, #will solace, #nico di Angelo, #soulmate au, #pjo, #hoo, #katealot, #LikeTheBackOfMyHand, #fanfiction, #katealot writes, #Doctor!Will Solace, #Artist!Nico Di Angelo

Previously: Nico brown eyes gazed into his shining blue ones, and before he has a reason, he places a hand on his freckled cheek. Will's skin is soft and warm even though the outside air and his apartment isn't. He brushes some of his golden hair away from his face with the other hand and lets it rest at the base of his neck. With one final mental check, he rises onto his tip toes and pecks him sweetly on the lips.

It's short, ending as soon as it began, but as he pulls back he sees how Will's eyes have shut and how he chases after his mouth for a second before his eyes are opening again. The look he gives him is so tender it's criminal. Will cups the hand that still lays on his cheek.

"And Gods... every time you kiss me."

"Have I told you these are my favorite pastries? Or did you somehow guess that?"

Will shrugs as he chews, sitting next to Nico on his couch, Pluto curled up in his lap.

"Well it was a good guess." He inhales the rich aroma of the warm chocolate croissant before biting it clean in half. With a full mouth he mumbles, "Reminds me of home."

Will glanced sideways at him. Nico was a pretty secretive person. He kept his walls built high, and every once in a while he could peek through a crack in the mortar.

Nico noticed his curious, but not prying, gaze and almost dismissed it but couldn't find a reason after all these months to keep it from him.

"When I was little I lived in Venice with my mom and sister. My mom made us go to church twice a week, and, well, you know, we were kids so to get us to stop complaining, she'd take us to this little pastry shop after each service and let us pick something out. Bianca always picked different things to... I don't know, build a palette? But I always picked these. Every time." He took another bite. "The ones in Italy are so much better."

"Hey!" Will said with a gentle kick to his knee.

Nico laughed.

"Or maybe its just my rose tinted glasses making me remember them differently."

Will hummed thoughtfully and stroked down the spine of the purring cat in his lap. After a while of quiet contemplation, Will spoke again.

"How'd you end up here?"

Nico looked toward him. Not many people have showed much interest in his life. Or maybe that was his tendency to keep to himself.

"We moved to DC when I was six and um... and then my mom died and I uh. Well it was just me and Bee. We were able to stay out of social services because," he cleared his throat, "well cuz my dad got us a really good lawyer. You know I used to be so angry at him. He never came around or called and- and he didn't take us when mom died! He just left us in the hands of this lawyer...." The words came out like oil spilling from a busted rig. He swallowed and continued. "Anyways. We moved around a lot. We lived in Las Vegas for a while, and then Maine and then we got to New York and that's where I stayed." He looked down at his hands. Weakly he said, "Go Yanks."

He looked back up to see how uncomfortable Will must be. But he was met with a gentle, listening gaze. He felt his shoulders relax of tension he hadn't realized he'd been keeping.

"And Bianca?"

His breath hitched. He knew it'd come up eventually. It wasn't time for secrets anymore. He gulped. He let out a shaky breath. The rest of his words were so quiet, Will has to listen closely to catch every word.

"Yeah um.......... a- a few years back there was an accident, um. Sh-she didn't make it."

Quiet. The kind of loaded quiet that hangs in the air when there is terrible news and no one knows quite what to say.

"Nico." He didn't look up but suddenly there was a hand on his thigh. "I'm so so sorry."

He shrugged and attempted a weak smile that doesn't quite reach.

"It's okay." He said. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault." 

The way he said that last remark made it sound like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Will. The rest of his half eaten croissant was abandoned, as though he'd lost his appetite.

"Hey, at least something came from it though, right?" He chimed back in. "After that, my dad finally called, said I could stay with him if I wanted to. I go to California for a year and find out I have another sister. You know at first I thought he was trying to replace her. Ya know... 'here have this new one'. And maybe he was but... she was sweet to me. Didn't try and invade my life. You know I only started calling her my sister a couple years ago?"

Will smiled.

"Is that so?"

"You should have seen her face. Man, she lit up like a Christmas tree. She'd always been an only child so I say the word sister and she almost tackles me."

Will laughs at that.

"That's the girl on your phone background, right?"

"Snoopy are we?"

Will turned pink.

"It's just curiosity."

Nico chuckled.

"Yeah, that's Hazel." He pulled out his phone and clicked the home button and sure enough, there she was. "We took a trip to Europe not too long ago, she insisted I took pictures of her in front of literally everything. But this one's a candid. She was positively enamored by the Eiffel Tower. I think it's kind of bland during the day but boy if it doesn't capture your attention by night. It twinkles, did you know that?" He finally looked away from his phone and back up, when he was struck by the way he was being watched.

Will was looking at him with the smallest most satisfied smile on his face.

"No," Will said softly, proving he had been paying perfect attention, "I didn't know that."

He had this look... like he could listen to him talk for hours. It made Nico blush and he cleared his throat awkwardly. Both of them were quiet for a bit and Nico nibbled at his half eaten breakfast to fill the space.

Will continued watching him, his body angled side-ways sitting cross-legged on the couch, one elbow perched atop and holding his head in a tilt as he studied him. Will had looked at Nico hundreds of times and yet every time he studied him he found a new thing to admire. The way his hair doesn't curl but for the base of his neck. How his nose curves up just so at the end. How his eyes are so very similar to the portrait of the girl he keeps on the coffee table. Today, Nico was framed in sunlight coming in from his window. He'd found a few more things but one that he was surprised he'd never seen yet was a little mole on his shoulder toward his back, just where the collar of a shirt could hide one. Nico cleared his throat again, unsure of what to do.

On his lap, Pluto made a "murp" noise which brought Nico's attention down. He smiled at the cat and scratched the top of his head.

After what felt like a small eternity, Will took a breath in and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at his ebony haired companion.

Nico looked back at him, waiting for him to say what was clearly on his mind.

"What?" Nico said.

Will stayed quite for only a second more. He let out his breath and spoke.

"Go out with me."

This took Nico aback. He looked at Will who looked at him. He let out a nervous laugh that he also halted rather quickly.

"H-what?"

"Go out on a date with me."

"Where is this coming from?" Nico deflected.

Will took his elbow off the couch and leveled his line of sight with him.

"Does it have to come from somewhere? I know spontaneity isn't always your thing but..." he took in another quiet breath, "I am enamored by you. And I want the opportunity to take you out and show you just how important this-" he nodded between them "is to me. So let me take you out."

Nico gaped.

"O... Okay."

Will beamed. Nico looked around for the physical manifestation of what to do next.

"Just let me shower first, I guess."

He started to get up and Will's eyes went wide.

"Not today!" Nico stopped in his tracks. Will let out a little laugh. "I'm trying to give you the most memorable date of your life, I need a few days to plan."

Nico sunk back into his seat with a smile. It was at this moment Pluto decided he was done lounging with these nerds. He hopped from Will's lap and strolled over to the balcony to curl up and lounge in the sunlight shining through. Nico took this as an opportunity to occupy the newly vacated spot on his lap. He threw his legs up and trapped Will where he sat. Their eyes met.

"You done for the day?"

Will looked at his watch.

"I got shift in four-ish hours but I'm free in the meantime."

Nico hummed in acknowledgment and then looked thoughtful for a bit.

"What?" Will mused at his expression. Nico raised an eyebrow at him.

"Have you watched To All The Boys I've Loved Before?"

That's how, an hour later, Will finds himself laying on Nico's chest (a task that took some unceremonious crawling and not entirely accidental tackling to achieve) listening to the gentle rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat and trying to breath in time with him as they watch Lara Jean and Peter get cozy in a hot tub.

Nico sighed and Will shifted his gaze up to his face.

"Yeah?" Will asked, a smile ghosting his lips.

Nico glanced at him and then returned his attention to the small TV.

"Nothing, just... what I wouldn't give to be straddling Noah Centineo in a hot tub."

Will huffed and put on his best offended expression but laughed through his words.

"Oh, having me as a weighted blanket not getting you hot and bothered enough?" He folded his hands up and propped his head atop them.

Nico chuckled, the vibration of which shook Will, much to his delight.

"I'm not saying it's not, but have you seen him? The man has a jawline that could cut diamond."

"I resent that." Was all Will replied before he laid his head back down. That too made Nico laugh and he half-unconsciously wrapped his arms around him. Nico started rubbing gentle circles on Will's lower back. Without really meaning to, Will let out a contented sigh.

"Yeah?" Nico echoed him softly with a teasing lilt in his voice.

"Yeah." Was all Will said.

He wiggled up so his head could fit neatly under Nico's chin and they watched the movie.

It was approaching late afternoon, and the sun had hidden behind the rolling grey clouds that predicted an evening shower. The rumble of thunder didn't help in establishing a non-drowsy environment as Will felt himself nodding off in the warm embrace of the other boy.

Another fifty minutes pass by. The credits began to roll and Nico turned his gaze on his companion.

"Well that was an-" He stopped. Will was dead asleep, his arms slotted up underneath Nico's. The way he lay gave Nico the perfect opportunity to study his face totally relaxed.

His eyelashes were darker than his hair, almost brunette, and longer than he'd seen on most other men. His lips were parted just slightly in his slumber, not peeling but maybe a little chapped and perfectly pink. He joked, but Nico gazed in absolute adoration at the soft curves of his jaw and the plumpness of his cheeks, painted with freckles that he would never tire of trying to count.

His face was like something out of a painting. Cherubic, innocent. Perfect in every conceivable way. Nico could feel his past self rolling his eyes at the positively gushy feeling that overtook him when he looked at Will. He probably could have looked at him for hours until they both fell asleep, and he was prepared to do just that when he was rudely interrupted by the truly heinous noise his stomach made.

HHERGHARR! It pleaded, ruining a perfectly intimate moment. Nico glared up at the ceiling as if to blame some god for inconvenient timing but it struck him how hungry he was. He sighed, looking boyward again before he muttered a quiet alright and began to gently stir his human blanket.

"Hrm?" Will made the general noises of freshly awoken confusion and, upon the realization that Nico was in fact trying to get out from under him, made a coherent sentence. "Noooo." He squeezed his midsection and tried the best one can to lay down harder than he currently was. Nico giggled. 

"I gotta get up, I'm gonna make dinner." He whispered.

"Dinner is for chumps." Will said directly into Nico's chest. Nico laughed a little more at that, but continued with his efforts to get Will off him long enough to stand- a battle he was currently losing. 

"Of all the people I thought might say that to me..." He mused and tried shoving himself into a more upright sitting position to gain leverage.

Will groaned louder as his opponent started getting the upper hand. And then he was struck by a deviously good idea. He changed tactics. He turned his face up and pressed a slow kiss to Nico's neck.

He froze. Will did a mental fist pump.

"Don't go." He uttered against the warm skin his lips where lingering on.

"W-Will..." Nico's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "I'm just going to make us food-"

Will didn't let him get very far because that did not sound like an acceptance to his proposal. He shifted and kissed a spot further up his neck, moving toward his ear. Nico's breath hitched against his will.

"Will-" Nico choked out, still not sounding ready to give in. He kissed him again right below the ear and then took the lobe between his teeth and tugged.

"Will!" Nico shot up, effectively throwing Will to the other side of the couch, and moved so that he was pinning Will's wrists next to him. The look in his eyes suggested he had enough, and Will wondered if he'd gone too far with the joke. He was overcome by a feeling of guilt, Nico was just trying to make them dinner after all, he could at least be courteous guest. He met Nico's tense eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" He was cut off by Nico practically attacking his mouth. He ducked in with lightning speed and kissed him something fierce, still pinning his wrists against the couch. Once the shock of the matter wore off, Will closed his eyes and kissed him back hungrily. After a moment, though, Nico pulled away, Will chasing after his retreating lips. Will opened his eyes and they stared at each other before Will tried going in for a second round. Nico, however, pulled his face away and ducked around to kiss Will's neck before scrabbling off of him. 

In a daze, Will lay on the couch trying to collect himself. He ran one of his hands through his hair and looked in the direction of where Nico had walked off to.

Nico, meanwhile was headed toward the kitchen sink where he washed his hands with some nice cold water. 

Neither of them said much- Nico clinking around the kitchen for dinner making tools, face red, and Will trying hardily to even his breathing as he wondered if the pounding in his chest was as loud to everyone else as it was to him.

At one point or another, Nico had paused long enough to put on his cooking playlist and got to work making an old classic.

He heard Will pipe up from the living room.

"Hey, there's a bathroom in your bedroom, right?" He asked.

"Yeah," Nico answered, "only door on the left." 

He saw Will nod in understanding and get up to head toward the back of the apartment. 

Little did he know Will was really hoping to explore the place a little. 

As he headed back, he passed a room just before the bedroom from which he heard a gentle rumbling. He nudged open the door and found the laundry room, decorated sporadically with detergent bottles and hangers, as well as various cat supplies. A litter box sit in the corner next to the door and on top of the warm, running dryer lay a sleeping and perfectly content Pluto. He smiled and resumed his route.

He pushed open the door to Nico's room and was greeted with a sight he knew well enough. The only furniture in the room was his king sized bed, the two side tables on either side of it, and the dresser on the opposite wall. Aside from his unmade bed, he kept a fairly tidy room. There was a dim light coming from the only window in the room, shining an evening glow on the dark red painted walls. Will had read in some study that the color of a room can have subtle effects on a person's mood, and that certain tones could elicit certain emotions, like blue having a calming effect. He recalled red being linked to feelings of anger, passion and lust. He shook his head and moved his feet toward the bathroom. 

The small facilities was nothing fancy. He had a bath/shower combo which was a 50/50 sight in any New York apartment but from the looks of the rest of the house, Nico clearly wasn't scraping the absolute bottom of the barrel on living funds. He admired the light he had hanging above the sink and mirror, sort of an industrial bare-bone lampshade made of wire. Sort of reminded him of something Nico could have sculpted himself.

After finishing up, he wandered out again to the living space. He leaned against the back of the couch and glanced around the remainder of the space. Nico had a desk set up opposite the entertainment system with a laptop and what looked like every type of art supply one could conjure in their mind. Near the front door was another room, as far as Will could tell, one he never paid much mind to. He pushed himself off the couch and walked toward it. 

"What's in here?" He asked in the kitchen's general direction. 

Nico's head popped out of the open door frame as he looked to where Will was indicating. 

"Oh, that's just a closet. Don't use it all that much."

Will nodded. 

"Keep anything spooky in there?" He asked teasingly, "Monsters and such?"

He didn't see him but he heard Nico's response. 

"Naw, nothing like that. Just the usual stuff: Some coats, an easel, the skeletons of past lovers..."

"What was that last one?" Will shot back.

"An Easle?" Nico said, a smile clearly on his lips.

Will laughed and joined his partner in the kitchen where the fixings of Spaghetti and Meatballs where coming together very nicely. 

"Smells good." He commented with a smile. 

Nico glanced over his shoulder with a similar smile and hummed in response. Will leaned against the door frame and watched him. He seemed incredibly comfortable in here. Like he was at home when he was cooking. He glided from place to place with practiced ease. To the cupboard for spices, then to the fridge for Parmesan, the stove to stir the sauce he had simmering and crouching to check on the garlic bread sending out waves of a truly mouthwatering aroma from the oven. Once again he's struck by how little he truly knows about him. Sure, he's got a personality to fit his usually brooding demeanor but from one glance, you'd never be able to guess that he was a natural in a kitchen. The song coming from the speaker on the counter-top was in that same language he'd heard a few times before.

"Italian?" He inferred. Nico wiped his hands on a towel on his shoulder and turned to face him while leaning his back against the counter.

"You're Italian... and you're making me spaghetti and meatballs?" Will quirked an eyebrow quizzically. 

"Hey," Nico said, falsely defensive, "It's cheap and easy." He turned back to the stove and turned off the heat to the big pot of pasta. 

"Ah," Will looked elsewhere, "I see the kind of meals I'm worthy of..." 

Nico spun on his heels. 

"That:" he pointed toward the stove, "Cheap and Easy." He started toward him. "This:" He wiggled his finger between the two of them and when he arrived in front of him, he grabbed Will by the front of his shirt and pulled him down into an undeniably sweet kiss. Will melted into it, exhaling against him and closing his eyes. When Nico pulled away after a moment, Will opened his eyes and was met with a smirking Nico as he finished his thought, "Priceless." 

Nico still had a grip on him, although now it was more for the sake of lingering there. Will inhaled. Nico tasted like sweet tomato sauce, and smelled like garlic. He smiled.

"And?" 

Nico thought about it a moment. 

"And... Incomparable."

Will snorted which made Nico grin almost involuntarily. 

"You can't use incomparable as an antonym to easy." 

Nico- still smiling and still holding on darted his eyes back to Will's lips and chased his bliss with another kiss. 

He pulled away.

"You sure?" 

Will was floating on air. He grinned.

"Hmm." He pondered playfully. "Yeah, pretty sure." He looked back down for the shorter boy's predictable reply.

This time Nico let go of Will's wrinkling shirt and snaked his hands over and around his neck. He held the back of his head so gently and pressed up onto his toes to place one last slow and incredibly tender kiss on his awaiting lips. Will's hands found their own way to Nico's hips, fingertips just barely reaching under his shirt to land gently on the bare skin just above his waistband. They stayed that way, ebbing and flowing for several sensational seconds until they separated at last.

"Oh, you know what? I just remembered. They do mean opposite things." Will said. 

Nico giggled and the sound traveled from his throat to Will's as he finally stepped away and back toward his work station.

Shortly thereafter, they find laughing at nothing and everything while they wrap up their very filling meal. On either end of the table, a beaming boy, drunk off the other's company. Nico had even managed to break out a singular candle to set the mood in the waning natural light (it was meant as a joke but they wouldn't trade the ambiance it created for a lifetime of immortality).

Will checked his watch and sighed. Nico glanced at the thing and back to him.

"Gotta head out?" He propped his arm up and rested his cheek in his palm. Will met his gaze with regretful confirmation.

"Yeah... But hey," he piped up "dinner was phenomenal. And I'll see you later tonight, er, tomorrow morning, if you'd like..." he let the words trail off as he asked the unspoken question. Can I stay?

"Tomorrow," Nico smiled back at him warmly, "I'd love that." 

No matter how much he was sure- or at least he hoped he was sure- that would be his answer, Will still let out a sigh of relief and looked back up appreciatively. 

"Good! Great. Excellent." He stood up and cleared both of their places from the table. 

Nico stay where he sat, listening to the faucet and the clinking of dishes being rinsed, playing over the afternoon and evening blissfully in his head. He couldn't help the way his lips curled around the edges, and he buried his blushing face in his hands.

Will finished washing up, dried his hands and grabbed his keys from the counter behind Nico. When he returned to Nico's side, he reached down, gently took hold of his chin, tilted it toward him and leaned down to kiss him. Nico could live in that moment. Just forever present in an eternity of contentment. When Will pulled away he, he kept his forefinger and thumb cradling his chin, and locked eyes with him.

"Thank you." He said, barely above a whisper. Then he tilted Nico's head enough to plant another quick kiss on his forehead. 

By the time Nico regained all five senses, Will was already at the door. He opened it and turned, shooting one last dazzling grin at him and said,

"I'll see you later." And closed the door. 

Nico heard his footsteps retreating. He sat there for another five minutes, melting like the wax off the single centerpiece candle from the unmistakable affection the whole evening had been dripping with. It was the kind of gooey, sweet, sap filled atmosphere that could make Willy Wonka's teeth ripen with cavities. 

He finally gained the strength to move from his chair to blow out the candle and start getting ready for bed. 

And five blocks away, on a subway travelling downtown, a blonde boy stands, swaying with the movement of the car and a general feeling of elation... whistling. 

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #soulmate au #pjo #katealot #LikeTheBackOfMyHand #fanfiction #katealot writes #doctor!will solace #artist!nico di angelo #hoo