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Hiiiiii. I'm new here and confused, can you gimme a quick run down of all your kiddos? Love your fics btw
Heyyy!!! Thanks for all the love and support (enter hug)
So, we have:
Solangelo kiddos
Bianca
Ryder (2 years younger than Bianca)
Jasmine (5 years younger than Bianca)
Percabeth kiddos
Zoe (Same age as Bianca)
Charlie (Zoe’s twin brother)
Theo (same age as Ryder)
Lana (same age as Jasmine)
Also, Colin is Bianca’s and Charlie’s best friend, and the fourth member of the Zoe, Bianca, Charlie, Colin friend group. (If you would like to know more about him lmk)
Winifred is also one of the older kids close friend.
Nate is Tratie’s eldest son. They also have Jesse (a year younger than Nate) and Kinney that is around Lana’s and Jasmine’s age.
Sometimes other characters might pop up like Eliot (Malcolm and Connor’s son) or Silena (Clarisse and Chris’ daughter) or Bobby’s and Matthew’s children like Xander, Rick and Carolyn.
I think that’s all of them :) If I missed someone don’t hesitate to ask more questions! I love making posts about all the characters and their story arches. If you have anything in mind feel free to dm me, we can even map out the post and fangirl over the cuteness overload.
Again, thanks for the ask xoxo
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hoffelstar · 9 months
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Pinkies Linked (Solangelo, 3k) The message that his boyfriend died shoved Will into a dark hole he didn't think he would ever be able to get out of again. Nothing mattered anymore. He left camp and ended up in L.A., watching the D.O.A. Recording Studio lobby through the safety of the glass doors. Until he made a decision, that would either kill him or bring his moonshine back.
Either way, things would get better.
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mydearlybeloathed · 6 months
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𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: growing worried about the degree of your nail biting habit, nico ignores the advice of his boyfriend and takes matters into his own hands.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nico di angelo x platonic!gn!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:: 1.7k
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: a curse word i think, nail biting
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Agitated was the only word to express how Nico Di Angelo felt, watching as you picked at the hangnail currently torturing you. The two of you were sitting in a mythos lesson at Camp Halfblood, but neither of you were listening. 
While you were focused on getting rid of this hangnail—biting off half your nail in the process—Nico gritted his teeth as he observed the horrible nervous habit of yours. Finally, he had enough, and swiped your wrist away from your face. 
His glare was firmly planted on your face. “Stop. You could get an infection that way.” He retreated into his seat beside you, slouching over. “Plus, its gotta hurt like a devil.”
You shrugged in reply as you tucked your hands in your hoodie pocket to keep them away from your mouth. “Eh. It does. Can’t help it though.”
“I know,” your best friend said through a sigh, a tiny grin sipping across his pale face.
“Besides, I won’t actually get an infection from biting my nails, Nico.”
His brows rose just slightly. “How do you know?”
“Because,” you snapped back, messing with your nails in the confines of your pocket now, waiting for when Nico was gone to finish evening them out. “That’s stupid.”
He scoffed and looked away. “Go ask Will, and he’ll tell you it’s not.”
“He’s biased.”
“How?”
It only took one look, one raise of your brows, and the boy’s pale face was flushed as he shoved your shoulder. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you laugh, and the discussion was over. For now, at least. If anything, you’d only made Nico even more determined to prove you wrong.
He understood, of course. You really couldn’t help it. But he wanted to help you, at the very least, and if that meant scaring you into kicking the habit, so be it.
“Could you talk to them about it?” he asked—begged—Will. He was practically chasing his boyfriend around the infirmary, ranting about his deep rooted worry for their mutual friend. 
Will was being patient, or, he was really trying to be, but with the previous day’s Capture the Flag game gone awry, and every bed in the infirmary holding a whining little shit camper, Nico was really testing him.
“Nico,” Will finally said, leading him into the supply room and away from the gossiping ears of those around. “I’ll talk to them, but I think you should too.”
“I have been–”
“I mean talk to them and listen too.” Will silenced Nico with a look, pursing his lips as he chose the right words. “Have another conversation about it, okay?”
Nico wanted to ask again, but anytime he brought it up, you just shut down and found an excuse to leave.  Weeks went by, and Nico’s worry got the better of him. He decided to take matters into his own hands, much to the exhaustion of Will.
Coming out of the shadows, Nico entered into the throne room of Hades. The place was dim, torches alighting the walls just enough for him to make out the pillars and, most importantly, the three thorns at the end of the ling chamber.
Each throne was empty, but someone was there. He felt them, their presence, somewhere nearby. Scanning the area, Nico zeroed in on the archway leading out to the palace gardens, where all the beloved plants of the Queen were grown. Bingo.
Nico slinked outside, setting eyes on a pallidly beautiful woman tending to a patch of black roses. Her back was to him, but instantly, she rose from her knees and turned, her gaze burning into him with a malice.
Nico halted a few feet from her, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets and his hair falling into his face. “Hey.”
Persephone looked down her nose at him. “Bastard son.” A subtle smile settled on her face. “About time you came home.”
He shrugged. “Haven’t had time, you know? Anyway, is Dad around?”
With a light scoff the Queen of the Underworld twirled her hand, sending black roots to wrap around Nico’s ankles. “No time for your stepmother? Typical. I give you and that nice Apollo boy gifts every birthday, and this is the thanks I get?”
Nico chuckled as he shook the roots off and said, “Sorry, I just have something really important I need from him.” 
“Fine,” Persephone snapped. “Hades!”
A moment later Nico’s father stepped out of the shadows, frustration seeping off of him. He gritted out, “Yes, my love?”
Persephone pointed to Nico, who waved weakly when his father’s eyes found him. “Oh. Hello, boy. What do you need?”
Nico looked out of the garden, and in the distance he could see the Fields of Asphodel. “How many people have died from biting their nails?”
“Honestly,” said Hades as he and his son approached the fields, shades parting for them as they went. “To think I can just tell you off the top of my head is ridiculous. Do you have any idea how many have died?”
Nico gave him a look. “Are you going to tell me?”
“No, because it’s impossible,” snapped Hades. “You can have your look around. Surely someone fits your description.”
Nico raised his brows. “No way I’m doing this alone. You see how big this place is?”
Sighing, Hades gave his son a withered look, before bellowed, “Come forth those who have died of... What was it?”
“Nail biting.”
Hades paused, questioned his immortal life choices, and continued, “Those who have died of nail biting!”
To Nico’s surprise, around thirty shades stepped forward. Hades stuck around for the time being, having the shades stand in single file as Nico interviewed them one by one.
By the time Hades grew bored and his departure inspired the scattering of the shades, Nico had what he needed, and promptly dragged a ghost to the Overworld.
“Brooklynn,” he called for you, walking into the Big House where you’d been filing papers for Chiron--for a price, of course. This wasn’t free labour.
You smiled at him. “Sup.”
Nico was nervous about something, you noticed quickly, abandoning your work for a moment to see why he was fidgeting with the end of his jacket. “You okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” he assured. “I just had something to show you.”
As you stood there waiting, Nico called out for someone, but instead of entering through the door, they just materialized out of thin air. Startled, you simply looked from the shade to your best friend. “Who’s this?”
“Oh,” Nico blanked. “I never asked.”
“I–I’m Jim, Your Highness” said the terrified shade. 
Nico nodded. “Right, this is Jim.”
Confused beyond all else, you screwed your brows together and just stared at him. “Nico, what is this?”
“An intervention,” he put simply, turning on the shade with shary eyes. “Jim, tell Y/N why you’re dead.”
“Nico!” you seethed.
The shade—Jim—shook his head hurriedly. “No, it’s no trouble, Your Highness. I–well, I–I died of a heart attack.”
Impatient, Nico waved him on. “Caused by…”
“Oh, uhm, it was septicemia.” At my puzzled look, Jim elaborated. “A blood infection.”
Nico still wasn’t satisfied, rolling his eyes and urging, “And how’d you get it, Jim?”
The gloomy shade glanced down at his hands, holding them up and saying, “Well, I had a nervous habit. Bit my nails down to the nub every day. I guess I caught something ‘cause of the constant open wounds.”
Now it all made sense. With your eyes locked on the shade, you became conscious that you were picking at a hangnail on your thumb as you stood there, peeling away skin and opening a fresh cut. “Oh.”
“See,” said Nico cheerfully, trying to clap Jim on the back, but his hand only passed through the shade. “Told you. You can die from biting your nails.”
The longer you said nothing, and the longer you stared into space, the more uncomfortable Nico got. He glanced over and locked eyes with Jim, who offered a shrug in reply. Nico sighed. “You’re dismissed.”
And the shade faded as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving only Nico and you. He rocked on his heels, watching you carefully. “Y/N?”
As his hand reache dout to poke you back to life, you swatted him away and did just that, but you weren’t as grateful as Nico had hoped you’d be. Instead, your eyes were narrowed and your fists were tight at your sides. “Nico, what the fuck?”
“I–” he stammered. “I thought this would help. Motivation to stop…”
“It didn’t,” you snapped, voice cracking. Nico’s breath hitched; your eyes were red and your chin shook. What had he done wrong?
“I… I don’t get it.”
You held up your hand, littered in Bluey bandaids fresh from Will’s kit. “I can’t stop, Nico. I’ve tried.”
Try harder, he thought, but didn’t say. “I–I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”
“Helping would be leaving me alone,” you said slowly, swallowing thickly. 
Now, Nico wasn’t great at this comfort thing, but he knew one thing for certain: leaving was mostly never the right call. Will had taught him that. Talk to them and listen too. “Y/N, I really am sorry.”
Your eyes didn’t meet his, shame crawling up your neck as you hid your hands in your hoodie pockets. “Yeah, I know. I know. Just… leave it, okay?”
“Okay…”
He didn’t bring it up again. He was always too scared of hurting you to do that. Instead, he listened, and watched for when your fingers were particularly more wounded than usual. 
Nico made sure there was always a fun box of bandaids in your cabin, and he knew the Paw Patrol and Strawberry Shortcake ones were your favorite. You were never out of neosporin, and new shades of nail polish showed up on your nightstand every once in a while. 
And though you never said anything about it, you were grateful, and you liked how he smiled when you painted your nails and got them to grow out a bit before it chipped away and the cycle restarted. 
Occasionally, a joke about a man named Jim will come up, first by you of course, and Nico could only stand locking eyes with you for two seconds before he keeled over laughing. No one else understands, and neither of you care to explain.
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demiboydemon · 5 months
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What am I feeling, you may ask, rereading my old fics (to decide which to make anonymous/orphan), when I see how fucking long this one is? Shame? Pride? Rage at how much work I have to do?
The answer is yes.
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mxnkeydo · 7 months
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doctor's orders ✧ a solangelo oneshot
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✧ summary nico's only intention was to get a drink and take a break from the constant challenges of his life. little did he know that his world was about to be turned upside down by a blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor.
✧ genre fluff
✧ word count 1.85k
✧ warnings none
✧ A/N writing this was so fun!! it was inspired by a pinterest post i saw a month ago, and i knew it was made for solangelo. i hope ya'll like it, and happy belated birthday will! all credits go to @soia-jpg for the fan art on the banner. also, pls reblog, it would mean so much to me!! <3
✧ link to main masterlist
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Nico DiAngelo woke up in an impossibly white room.
It was rather unnerving; after all, his own bedroom at home was dark and shady with no light other than the sun’s merciful gaze, which also retreated into the horizon as dusk fell. So when his eyes opened to the bright walls surrounding him, he flinched and closed them immediately, groaning as the pain in his stomach finally sank in. Slowly, surely, his senses started coming back to him; the soft cloth on his body, the cold, still feeling of the air around him like time had ceased to exist, the strong scent of artificial fragrances with a bitter undertone. Gently patting down his torso, Nico soon realized his jacket was gone–the one his sister had gifted him on his tenth birthday–and his feet were bare. Lying here in the small rectangular room made him feel cold and restless, a feeling he didn’t like one bit.
Suddenly, like a bursting dam, memories flooded into his mind. They were completely out of order, but Nico managed to piece them together. 
“Did you push me?”
“What if I did?”
“Oh, you’re so gonna get it, goth boy.”
Every movie made bar fights seem cool and tough, but in reality they were just petty fistfights between drunk people. Nico mentally berated himself for being so stupid, responding so rashly to that tattooed man. He just wanted one drink, really, one drink to forget…everything. One drink to take his mind off of things. But the after-affects made him regret all of it. If he was sober, he wouldn’t have stumbled into the large, muscled man next to him, and he most certainly wouldn’t have a throbbing black eye.
The lesson of the night? Being high alone was better than being high in public, because that just meant trouble for everyone.
But all that regret rushed by him and anger washed over him like a waterfall. Gushing anger, like the rush of blood thrpugh his veins. Bubbling anger, like a scalding pot of boiling water. He didn’t even know why – maybe he was still slightly drunk – but envisioning the man who’d given him so many bruises made Nico want to punch him where the light didn’t shine.
So when he heard light footsteps approaching, he blurted, “Fight me.” The exact words he’d recklessly said to the drunk man before he’d generously given him not one injury, but four: two punches to the jaw, one black eye, and a blow to the abdomen. It sort of sounded like a restaurant order, Nico thought deliriously.
“I’m sorry?”
A slender figure appeared over him, frowning with his head tilted. His bushel of blond curls made Nico want to reach up and touch them, though he was too tired and too beaten up to do so. This person seemed to glow, like the sun’s rays impersonized. 
But the thing that really caught his attention was his eyes. They were the clearest blue he had ever seen, like a crystal clear lake. Nico couldn’t bring himself to look away.
“Fight me,” he repeated in a daze.
“Okay, I think you should get some more rest, uh..” The man looked down at the clipboard in his hand, furrowing his brows. “Nicholas. Can you get some rest for me?”
“It’s Nico,” Nico snapped on instinct. The name Nicholas was long gone, lost forever, buried beside his sister. No one ever called him that anymore, and he didn’t want anyone to call him that either. That name had been for Bianca to use, and for Bianca only.
“My apologies. Nico, we’re going to give you some pills and have you go to sleep so the pain doesn’t bother you as much. Okay?”
Nico did nothing but stare with his mouth hanging open, his head spinning so his thoughts jumbled and mixed with one another. An image of his sister flashed in his mind as the events of the night before played over and over in his head like a broken videotape.
The man placed a mask on his face, making everything in his line of sight go blurry and then fade into a black void. “Bianca..fight…me?” Nico mumbled, his head lolling to the side.
And yet again, the darkness grasped Nico in its deadly embrace.
***
Nico got used to the white walls. It was inevitable; after all, he was due to be there for a week, minimum. He no longer winced when the brightness flooded his eyelids, and the constant hum of the hospital would lull him to sleep every night. It was different, yes, but it became routine.
What also became routine was seeing the doctor, that blond man with the blue eyes that seemed to peer into his soul whenever he turned his gaze towards him. It sent electrical shocks through Nico’s body, though he had no clue why that happened. It just…did. He found himself watching his movements, catching his breath when his arm brushed against his skin, making him shiver pleasurably. It was a new feeling. Now, Nico didn’t like new things, but this? This was something he could get used to.
Nico remembered the first time he’d really talked to him, apart from the dazed mutterings on the first night he’d arrived. He turned red all over just thinking about it. Dr. Solace had been adjusting the machine beside him when he started making small talk.
“Quite the injuries you’ve got there, Nico.”
“Uh…”
“You were drunk, yes?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Nico had bowed his head bashfully after his comment, completely sure that he was going to receive a talk about how alcohol was not at all healthy for the human body. Instead, Dr. Solace said with a soft chuckle,
“I found it amusing, if I’m being honest. You said some delirious stuff. “Fight me’, you kept repeating. What was that about?”
“Oh… I was just high, I guess. People do stupid stuff when they’re high.”
After a short pause, he’d continued,
“Did you respond?”
Dr. Solace had laughed then, and it was a sound Nico had never heard before. It was the sound of twinkling stars in the night sky. It was the sound of everything good and everything wonderful.
“No. But I wouldn’t fight you if you begged me on your knees. I know you’d win. I can tell.”
The best part (and the part that had Nico blushing furiously) was when he winked, his eyes glittering mischeviously as he exited the room. Every time that moment came to mind was a moment of sheer bliss. It was very unlike himself to be fond of someone after a few days of their company, but William Andrew Solace managed to wiggle his way into Nico’s heart. It was strange, but Nico welcomed it. Seeing that sun of a smile was an experience he’d never get tired of.
Apart from the doctor that came in regularly, life was hell. Hell as in everything hurt like hell. It did get better, but the uneasy feeling in his abdomen every time he woke up from a nap never faded. Nor did the pain he felt when he touched his black eye with a touch as light as a feather. 
It wasn’t the best, but Will (yes, they were on a first name basis) was a ray of sunshine. And sunshine made things better. Didn’t it?
***
“How’s the eye, Nico?”
Will smiled gently as he walked in, his white coat billowing out behind him. Nico abruptly looked up from the book he was reading (a story about a sixth grade demigod on a quest) and shut it closed, placing it on his nightstand. 
“It’s okay. Getting better.”
“The cold compress is helping, I assume?”
“Yeah.” Nico watched as he wrote something down on his notepad.
“The jaw is fine?”
“Yes, except for the occasional pain.”
“And the stomach bruise is healing, right?”
Nico went quiet.
“Right?”
With no warning, Will pulled the blanket draped over Nico’s thin figure down to his waist, gently lifting up the hospital gown he was wearing. Nico felt his face heat up as the doctor studied his stomach, exhaling deeply every now and then. His fingers brushed the expanse of his stomach, grazing over the purple bruise. Nico’s breath caught in his throat, and was only released when Will covered his torso with the blanket once again.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this? That’s a nasty one,” Will finally said with a grimace. “That’s gonna take time to get better. I didn’t think it was very serious at first, but–” He raked a hand through his unruly hair. “I’ll have a nurse bring you an ice pack and some ibuprofen, that should help. In the meantime, get some more sleep.”
“More sleep?” Nico repeated incredulously. All he’d been doing for the past few days was sleeping on and off. If he slept any more, he was sure he was going to go into a coma.
“Yes, more sleep,” Will emphasized.
“But–”
“Doctor’s orders.”
Nico suddenly realized Dr. Solace was closer than he’d ever been before. He could spot the sparkle in his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips. 
“Fine,” he sighed, breaking the moment. He slid down so he was completely on his back, pulling his thin blanket up to his chin. Will shut off the lights after writing something else on his notepad, standing at the doorway.
Although Nico protested against taking rest, he found his eyelids growing heavier by the second. His sight went blurry as he finally closed them, his chest rising and falling with even breaths.
And as he went to sleep, he swore he heard an angelic voice say,
“Sweet dreams, Nico.”
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Will wasn’t there when he woke up the next day. Today was the last of Nico’s time at the hospital, which meant he was free to go whenever he wanted. But, just in case Dr. Solace made an appearance again, he stayed. Sitting up in bed, Nico picked up his book and gingerly opened it, processing the words slowly. ADHD made reading incredibly hard, but Nico put up with it. Books were his escape from reality, where he had no one to care for, and no one to care for him. In the fictional stories he read, he found friends; imaginary ones, but friends nevertheless.
He had just started reading the first sentence on the page (the protagonist was just about to jump off the Gateway Arch, apparently) when he noticed a sliver of green peeking out just above the last page. Cautiously, he flipped to the end of the novel. There, on the back cover, was a sticky note. Nico quickly scanned its contents, a grin growing on his face as he did so. His heartbeat kicked up rapidly as he read it over and over again, even though he already had the words etched into his mind. He memorized the look of Will’s handwriting as he gazed at the sticky note:
771 Victoria Street, Bert’s Coffee House
Fight me? Doctor’s orders. ;)
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solangeloficawards · 2 months
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solangelo fic awards - best oneshot nominations
please see the nominations masterpost for the links to all the other categories as well as the link to vote!
an inch away from more than just friends by pjobroadwayslut14
buoyantsaturn by @buoyantsaturn
cupid? more like stupid by @thelordofshrimp
Even Through the Fire by @2nd2ndalto
if you love me for me (you are all i long for) by lonleybrachiobrute
i love you more than i've ever loved myself by @thebhorror
Irresistible Force Paradox by dreamyz_world (@dreamyzworldlove)
late summer lovin' by @solisaureus
#OnBrand3 by dreamyz_world (@dreamyzworldlove)
over and over and over by planetundersiege
stars on my skin by restinreeses
Stitch by @2nd2ndalto
The Hate and Love of Dancing the Dichotomy by SkittlesStars
What you're friends say about me by @rewrittenwrongs (locked to ao3 users only!)
i do my best to find blog urls for all the authors if they have one, but if you know the tumblrs of any authors that I didn’t tag, please tag them or send this to them! if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask! any and all posts relating to this will be tagged with “fic awards 2024"
good luck to all!
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wrongcaitlyn · 19 days
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the new fortnite season...solangelo fortnite streamers au...
“Okay, so the skins aren’t… horrible. Let’s just start a game and wait for the others to see what they’re doing with the Mythics.”
It didn’t take long for him to decide on one of the Hades skins and ready up for a game; while waiting, he texted Jason and Percy to ask them where the hell they were. 
“Lots of unknown territory… Is that Olympus? Bit big of a statue, but alright. Olympus it is.”
Nico narrowed his eyes, leaning forward as he made his way through the new location—which he had called correctly, Olympus. 
“Oh, nice—okay so we’re about to get our first Mythic,” Nico said quietly, barely focusing on the screen. Honestly, at this point, he could play the game in his sleep—it was why he ended up making so much content with Percy, who wasn’t… bad, if he didn’t spend as much time focusing on how to make the game funny. 
He turned around the corner, running into a player and quickly taking them out. He bit the inside of his cheek as he continued searching the location, being drawn to a flash of what looked like lightning off in the distance.
He only made it a few steps before he was suddenly sniped.
“What the fuck?” Nico muttered, blinking quickly as he lifted his hand from the keyboard. He frantically clicked on the screen while waiting for it to load, because his sister’s apartment in Italy really didn’t have the best wifi, and then— “You were killed by Zeus? A fucking bot? Wh—”
His phone buzzed, and Nico quickly flipped it over to see Percy texting him that he had slept in, he would film reactions for a bit, and then could Nico join his party in twenty?
Nico’s mouth formed a thin line as he glared at the screen, exiting the game and starting a new one. “Alright then. We’re killing Zeus next round.”
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cocrante · 4 months
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In his daydreams, Will even imagined having successfully persuaded Nico to go ice skating. Both hand in hand, smoothly sliding across the frozen water.
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My Solangelo oneshots in wattpad✨️
Hope you'll read it:)
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glimmermen · 1 year
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kiss it better
solangelo oneshot
Nico had been trying to fight off the monsters on his own, but it was clear he was in over his head. Will had been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in and help. When Nico was finally backed into a corner, Will sprang into action, taking out the monsters with his bow and arrows.
Nico was grateful for the help, but he was also injured. One of the monsters had slashed him across the arm, leaving a deep cut. Will led him back to the infirmary, where he cleaned and stitched up the wound.
"You need to be more careful, Nico," Will scolded gently as he worked. "You can't keep getting hurt like this."
Nico shrugged. "I can take care of myself."
Will rolled his eyes. "Clearly not, since you're lying on my table with a giant gash in your arm."
Nico chuckled weakly, grateful for Will's concern. He watched as Will finished stitching up the wound and then leaned in close to examine it.
"You did a good job," Nico said quietly.
Will looked up at him, and their eyes met. In that moment, Nico realized that he was hopelessly in love with the blonde healer. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Will's.
Will's eyes widened in surprise, but then he kissed back, his lips soft and warm against Nico's. It was a gentle kiss at first, but then it deepened, becoming more passionate.
When they pulled away, both of them were breathless. Will smiled at him, his eyes shining with happiness.
"You're not allowed to get hurt anymore, Nico," he said firmly. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."
Nico smiled back, feeling happier than he had in a long time. "I won't," he promised. "I have too much to live for now."
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Saying goodbye to the first boyfriend
Bianca goes through her first break up. Nico and Will aren't sure how to make her feel better. Good thing Reyna was in town
Bianca thought that she was going to die. Tyler broke up with her in front of the whole school. She had never felt more humiliated in her life. She didn’t want to get out of her room. She was under the covers, secretly trying to suffocate herself. She mostly wanted to sleep all day and avoid everything and everyone.
Albus, could sense that Bianca wasn’t feeling well, and as the loyal dog he was, he was sleeping next to her bed. She was wondering how long it would take him before getting too depressed and leaving her too.
Will knocked on her door. “Do you want to come with us? We are going out with Rachel.” Both he and Nico were worried about her. She had never had any boyfriend troubles before, and they didn’t exactly what to say to her.
“I’m fine. I want to stay here.” She said behind the closed door.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked her. Bianca had started a habit of locking herself in the room and not letting anyone get inside.
“No, just leave me alone, I’m fine.”
“I’m here if you want to talk to someone. You don’t have to be embarrassed-“
“I said I’m fine. I just need some time alone. It’s nothing.”
“Okay.” Will had hoped that they could her out of the house, but no result of course.
Reyna was in New Athens that weekend for some Senate meetings and of course, she heard about the whole Bianca situation. Nico had called her to ask her if she could come and talk to her.
“Have you tried opening the door?” She asked him.
“No, she is locked in since she came from school on Friday.”
“That’s why second keys exist.” She noted.
“But locking herself isn’t that a sign that she doesn’t want to talk or see anyone?”
“You were going through something similar when you were her age. Even though you locked yourself inside, didn’t you want someone to come and make you come out?” She questioned him.
“I-.”
“Look, do you want her to get out of her room?”
“Yes, but-“ Nico didn’t manage to talk.
“Give me the key and go pretend that you’re busy. I’ll be the bad guy.” Nico wasn’t too happy about Reyna’s idea, but he handed her the key.
Reyna unlocked the bedroom door. “Alright. Out of the bed.” She opened the curtains which caused Bianca to groan and turn to the other side. “Come on, you and I are going out.”
“I don’t want to go out. I want to stay in here on my own.” Bianca complained. “I don’t need a pep talk or bribing.” She hid further under the covers.
Reyna sat on the edge of her bed. “Boys are awful. Tyler especially is a lot worse than the others. You deserve to date someone much much better than him. You will move on and like someone more than this Tyler. I am giving you 5 seconds to get out of bed, or I’ll drag you out of it.” She warned her goddaughter. 5 seconds passed and Bianca didn’t get out of her bed. Reyna pulled her covers.
“Noooo, give me my blankets.”
“Get dressed. You’ll get them after we go shopping to get stuff that neither of us like and then eat wherever you want. And we’re going to have fun whether you like it or not. Got it?” Reyna stated. She hated watching Bianca feeling so bad.
She crossed her arms and looked at her godmother. “Fine. Give me a minute to change.” Reyna stepped outside, but soon realised her mistake and entered the room once again.
Bianca was still under her covers. Reyna decided to take it easy with her. “You might be every guy’s dream.” She admitted.
Bianca got confused. That was the last thing she had expected Reyna to say to her. “What?”
“I’m doing the talking. You’re going to listen to me.” She said. “You play volley, can talk about every sport, you like Star Wars, Marvel, Comics. You have watched every movie and read all the books in existence. If I tell you about a made-up band in someone’s basement, you’ll probably be able to name me three of their songs. You are smart and beautiful. I can go on and on talking about all the great stuff about you like the other 6 billion people who would love to date you. Forget Tyler. You’re in pain, I get it, you have every right to be. But you have to get out of bed and rise to the occasion. You’re stronger than this. Are you coming? I am not going to leave unless you come with me.” Reyna told her and Bianca was well aware that she was going to do so.
She pulled the covers away from her. “Fine, I’m coming but I don’t want to.”
“It doesn’t matter kiddo. We’re going shopping.”
The two of them left the house in Reyna’s car. “How did she manage to get her out?” Will asked Nico.
“It’s Reyna. She is the only one Bianca will listen to.” Nico noted. Ever since Bianca was a toddler she idolised her godmother and would do anything she told her to.
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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years
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La buona domanda se sono abbastanza buoni. [Solangelo]
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I saw a tiktok that made me want to write angst about a ship I haven't thought about in nearly 4 years.
Cw: death.
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The strange thing about being able to feel when people around you are dying and their souls had become property of the afterlife is that when you are dying you feel yourself fading away from existence differently than others. He'd been in many near death experiences before but this one was different. There was no tricking his why out, or praying to the gods for rescue he knew that as soon as he got the feeling. A shiver down his back that made him nearly paralyzed with fear. For Him it felt like he was suddenly in too different places at once like his grip on reality was slipping and suddenly he couldn't focus on the battle anymore.
"NICO!" he hears his name called by a duet of voices as his legs give way beneath him. one is deep and commanding, his father. The other like a melody of music to his ears.
"Will..." He manages out as tears fall to his eyes.
"Nico. You're ok sunshine I'm here. I'm.going to make it go away I promise." His hands are shaking and frantic as he fumbles his way through first aid prep. Nico fought the urge to joke to his boyfriend: 'your hands are shaking, they never shake. ha! you care about me.' but he couldn't find the energy.
"I'm dying."
"you're not going to-" He started but Will knew better than to tell the ghost king of death. "Not if you let me heal you just hang on, please you can't leave me."
"il mio girasole. I'm dying."
"Stop. Please."
".... Will." His pale hand reached up to lay on his boyfriend's face weakly although his own eyes were blurred with tears he ignored them in favor of wiping away Wills. "I don't know if I'm a good person."
"I do." The Young medic continued trying his hardest to heal his lover with no ambrosia or nectar in sight. "I know. You're such a good person."
"How do I know, girasole?" Nico whispered and to that Will was quiet, both of them knew it wouldn't really matter if Nico had been a hero or not. His path in the underworld had been carved the moment he had been born.
"Do... you think I'll see her again." He smiled a bit a genuine smile that not many people could say they'd seen on Nico di Angelo's face before.
"I know she's waiting for you in the next life."
"What if I don't want a next life?" Nico continued slowly. "What if I want to wait for you?"
"Dont... don't feel like you have to wait for me. I'll be with you in every life you live." Will's shaking hands began to see that this was a futile attempt of healing.
"Will?" Nico knew that'd be the last time he said that name with this body.
"Yeah?"
"Make me wait. A really long time." The dark haired boy's hand fell from his boyfriend's face to his side. It was only then Will stopped working. It was only then Will let out a loud sob from his chest as he hugged the love of his life close.
"I... promise."
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lovvjaii · 2 years
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nico to will as will is sleeping. how much time do we have together?
how long until, again, nico is torn from the person he loves?
the idea haunts him everyday.
posted a really short oneshot. i hope u like it :,)
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fic/writings masterlist
my ao3 acc - starrylance
my efp acc (italian only, i don't use it anymore. i may translate/rewrite some things in english, especially since i wrote the fics here in my middle school years)
this is my masterlist of fics, analysis and random things i wrote, just to keep track of them. feel free to ask me to write something in particular.
fandoms: merlin bbc (current), percy jackson, harry potter, haikyuu, bungou stray dogs (current), mdzs (the untamed), ensemble stars, run with the wind, tales of arcadia, traffic life smp (current).
blogs: @dragonstrings (writing/art/archive), @ningensorrow (bungou stray dogs), @onceandfuturewarlqck (main/merlin bbc), @scaravoid (hermitcraft/traffic smp)
merlin bbc
look at THIS list for only Merlin BBC things
everyone knows merlin has magic - even uther (tumblr post) (1148 words)
magic reveal analysis
merlin and swordfighting (tumblr post) (661 words)
morgana and merlin characters analysis
merthur, about knowing and loving characters analysis
"I'm happy to be your servant, til the day I die" (tumblr post) (2271 words)
nobody touches arthur (tumblr post)
leon wonders when merlin became a friend (tumblr post) (1251 words)
merlin looks in the mirror and smiles (tumblr post)
love is gold (arthur, merlin and merthur color analysis)
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percy jackson
let me know (720 words) - “Will was the reason of everything.”
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harry potter
too precious for this world (but you're with me so it's okay) (273 words) - “One of the things Sirius loved the most about Remus was his laugh.”
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run with the wind
a never ending night (you're the one who gave me morning) (10819 words) - “The street was just there. A path difficult to pursuit, hard to cross, but it was there, and he was there. A lone way with no exit or turnaround, straight, linear, unlike anything he ever had and just like everything he wanted. [ . . . ] something already turned to ashes couldn't be burned again.” or: in which haiji has to work through a lot but it's okay, because he's loved and enough.
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haikyuu
i’m on an island, no one to confide (i'll seat here 'til i found the problem) (594 words) - “Kitagawa Daiichi was supposed to replace his loneliness with something more. But it didn’t, and soon it had become his worst nightmare.” part of the “who’s gonna mend these white fences” series
I wanna be ten feet tall, with big red horns (climb over the circus walls, finally feel at home) (1471 words) - “The first time Hinata had heard another team calling him a “freak” it hadn’t been the first time ever someone did.” part of the “who’s gonna mend these white fences” series 
I know that you are not my type (still I fall) (1319 words) - “It started like this.Two eyes meeting for the thousandth time, probably, hands laid bare on the grass beneath their bodies, Kageyama’s back against the hard bark of the oak that grew silently at the entrance of Karasuno High.”  part of the “who’s gonna mend these white fences” series 
i can hold my heart in a fist (this is all i ever wanted) (4034 words) - “If he closed his eyes and concentrated, he was sure he could be able to remember all the tears decorating Iwaizumi’s eyelashes the last time they had met, nearly two weeks ago”
there is a peace, there is a love you can get lost inside (2974 words) - “‘Iwa-chan.’ ‘What?’ ‘Do you think aliens reproduce sexually or asexually?’ or: the many times oikawa and iwaizumi called each other late at night. please somebody help them. they're idiots.”
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bungou stray dogs
if you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom (I will find another shell) (1405 words) “Once, Atsushi had thought himself as a luggage already filled up to the brim. or: atsushi sees someone from his past. it doesn't go well, but at last he's not alone.”
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tales of arcadia 
on the darkest night I will be your sword, your shield, your camouflage (and you will be mine) (1479 words) - “Summer 1630, Milan, Italy. He had fallen into a routine. Wake up early, dress up quickly and out of the door, to the hospital, to the streets, to the slums, where people reached out and asked for food, for medicine, for God. To the lazaretto, where people had ultimately altogether stopped begging for help and started praying, praying for some kind of salvation. To the lazaretto, where there were those who had just grown silent. or, douxie is stranded with archie in milan during the great plague, and he's very, very tired.” part of “the ballad of hisirdoux casperan” series 
you're standing there like an angry god (you’re fooling heaven's gates so you won't have to change) (11304 words) - “Winter 1392, Paris, France. He could do it. It wasn’t so hard. He was Hisirdoux Casperan, after all. Apprentice of a legend, subject of the once and future king. He had survived the Battle of Killahead Bridge. He had lived through hours and hours of interminable scolding by Merlin. He had lived through the Black Death, dammit. He wasn’t going to die there. Not until he got his staff. Not until Merlin recognized his worth. He was a nobody, maybe, but he wasn’t going to be a nobody forever. But first, he had to survive this. or, Douxie is trying really hard to prove himself to Merlin, and wants to find a cure for the King's Madness. Oh, and he's also stuck in a cave.” part of “the ballad of hisirdoux casperan” series 
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ensemble stars
I hope that fate will forgive us for tempting the sea (we cannot go back to the way it used to be, but I will not let you go) (9134 words) - “someone will remember us / I say, / even in another time - sappho. That night, Izumi dreamt about a knight failing to protect his king, both dying in an empty hall, holding each other. In his dream he thought, you always fail. Morning came like a fist, and he wasn’t ready for it. His hurt, as if it has been pierced. Leo wasn’t there. or: izumi and leo have spent two lifetimes loving each other, they fight, make up and define forever. a story told in two timelines.” part of “the way it used to be” series
wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark (show me the places where the others gave you scars) (2949 words) - “There was something in the way his king pronounced his name, Sena, stressing it out, almost making it a syllable longer that it was. It made Izumi feel infinite. Stronger than he was. Better than he was.“I’m loyal to you, and you alone, Your Highness,” he muttered, half ritual, whole truth. Those words felt like chalk on his tongue. They both knew it he was. They never spoke of it. There were things between them better left unsaid. or: izumi thinks too much, leo has no sense of danger, past mistakes weight on them heavily and names hold much more meaning than they should.” part of “the way it used to be” series
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mo dao zu shi 
the road less travelled by (two roads diverged in a yellow wood) (1598 words) - “This was the thing about Wei Wuxian: he died, his own power rebelling against him – those claws, those teeth, destroying his skin, breaking it apart, and he didn’t remember screaming, but, sometimes, when he dreamt, he would wake up with the after-feeling of a scream echoing in his throat. He died, and all he remembered about it was: “get lost.” or: a tale about the freedom of being loved, wei wuxian's many feelings he doesn't know how to deal with, and lan wangji's soft love, tying it all together.
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solangeloficawards · 2 months
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solangelo fic awards 2024 masterpost
happy february! thanks to everyone who submitted this year! we totaled around 139 submissions this year which is always really cool :) it also means unfortunately nominations have to be split up by category, but y'all can always use our handy fic masterdoc!!
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fic masterdoc!
fic nominations by category!:
best angst
best au
best canon complaint
best fluff
best oneshot
best wip
best misc
best series
and our author of the year nominations are as follows!
rosyredlipstick (ao3) (tumblr)
ikeasharksss (ao3) (tumblr)
thelordofshrimp (ao3) (tumblr)
gatesofember (ao3) (tumblr)
pey119 (ao3) (tumblr)
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voting will close on february 13th so that the winners post can be released on the 14th for valentines day! (for realsies this time i promise it doesnt take me as long as nominations lol)
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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months
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Heyyyy I’m Jamie/Dev <3
✨MY WRITING✨:
Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 which I am very proud of and you shld defo go read (no pressure tho) (words: 6141 [currently writing])
we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. (Words: 6162)
I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience (words: 4548)
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[anyway onto my intro post]
About me:
they/she/he, pan/demisexual <3
Neurospicy bitch ✨
E/INFP 
Minor - don’t be a creep
[I am fine with ppl above 18 following me/ talking to me just yeah don’t be wierd]
Mainly on here for marauders (but also Riordanverse, Osemanverse and also Hazbin hotel), my fav ships are: Starchaser, Rosekiller, Pandalily, Wolfstar, Solangelo and Huskerdust but I also love loads of other ships and I won’t hate on anyone for preferring other ships (unless they’re illegal)
Things that make me happy:
Autumn, proud hoarder of scented candles, being indoors, peppermint tea, corduroy, denim jackets, being in fancy theatres, rainy days, oversized hoodies, chaotic academia, being plugged into music 24/7, books, my own organised mess (not to be confused with my unorganised mess), iced coffee, maltesers and M&M’s, anything sour, listening to ppl talk about shit they’re interested in, arts and crafts, cats, more candles
Also I always love recommendations on literally anything people think I might remotely like so please do recommend stuff if u want to :)
Music:
Taylor Swift <3333, musicals (i’m a theatre kid.), Elton Johnnnn, Renée Rapp, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, Queen, Friday Pilots club, YUNGBLUD, the Beatles, Hozier, random indie artists I found on instagram, MARINA also i’ll hyperfixate on specific songs and listen to them over and over for months on end then forget they exist
Books/authors:
Terry Pratchett is my all time fav author (fav book is guards guards), Alice Oseman <3, Oscar Wilde, Neil Gaiman, Little Women, Discworld, A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder, Riordanverse etc
Shows/movies:
gravity falls will forever be my all time fav show, Avatar the last airbender, heartstopper, young royals, Red, White and Royal Blue (do we see a trend?), Lockwood and Co, Cruella, b99, stranger things, Little Women, Percy Jackson series
currently watching Shameless (US) and Anne with an E (the contrast is…interesting)
I kin James Potter (like 90%), a tinyyy bit of Barty Crouch Jr (like 10%), Mabel Pines, Sokka and my friend that just started watching B99, came up to me me and said ‘ur literally Jake Peralta’ & I felt so seen.
Fuck JKR and Noah Schnapp and any other bad ppl involved in stuff I love 
Please feel free to talk to me <3
Prewarning - I’m super talkative, sorry about that!
some stuff from my amazing moots 🥰:
“my acts are hostile,
i am sorry forgiveth me,
this is a haiku”
~ haiku written by the lovely @addsalwayssick while begging for my forgiveness, now forever immortalised in my intro post
My tags:
My life: the most boring soap opera
Writing: Me and my old black biro 
Thoughts: my random af thoughts/Jamie’s random thoughts
Rants: I rant once more
Song lyrics: lyrics that rewired my brain🎶🎧
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