#solangelo hc

[boymeetsluve]

Underrated solangelo hc and dynamic: overprotective Nico.

You cannot look me in my eyeballs and tell me that the boy who has lost nearly everyone he cared about in one way or another would not deliberately protective over the people he has left. And, unlike most other people, Will isn’t much of a fighter. He’s no push over, but compared to say Percy or Hazel he would need it in a way they wouldn’t.

Imagine Nico getting the nickname “shadow” not because of his powers but because he’s literally 2 inches behind Will at any given time. Imagine the first capture the flag game they play he’s not even going after the flag because he’s too busy keeping an eye on Will the entire time (RIP to whoever manages to make a scratch on him, you are now on Nico’s shitlist for Life). Imagine Will going to visit his mother and Nico acting as his personal escort the entire time.

Will finds this mildly annoying until he realizes that campers (especially Ares) are listening to his advice more and arguing less because Nico is right behind him, glaring the fear of God into them every time they get snappy. Then he’s all for it and makes it Nico’s official role in the infirmary. Within two weeks the number of injured campers hits an all time low because people are 1) actually following medical advice and healing before doing more Dumb Camp Shit and 2) actually doing Dumb Camp Shit safer so they don’t have to face Nico in the infirmary again.

[lucius-i-ran]

Red. Comfortable red. The warm red hue of flesh, all that Nico could see, lids shut and back to the sun. 

White hot rays, puncturing and battling against the fresh armour of the 50 sunscreen his boyfriend had to basically force on him.

Nico definitely did not give in to the struggle, just so he could feel the alarmingly feverish digits of Will Solace, pressing down on his shoulders, scapulas, down in the faint gaps of his ribs, down on the bumpy road of his spine, to his narrow hips and on the small of his back. And Nico did most definitely not turn his head from the boy now resting on the fresh grass besides him, just so he could squish his face on his crossed forearms, concealing a blooming tint of embarrassment. Poorly concealing, might we add, because - Nico knew - his flush would not just rest on his face but stain up to the tip of his ears and down to the back of his neck. Nico could basically hear the annoyingly triumphant smirk, annoyingly pulling on the annoying lips of his annoying boyfriend. 

"Just so you know." Will had said, shooting some sunscreen onto his palm and down on Nico's back, following the same motion and routine some would do to get something out of a dog's mouth "I'm doing it because finding actually good aloe vera in this economy is a pain in the ass "

Liar, Nico would've rebutted, hadn't he been to focused on grumbling and cursing his boyfriend away. Liar, liar, pants on fire he would've actually said. He knew Will too well and he knew how much - a very normal amount, really - he enjoyed teasing and taunting Nico especially on sunburns, with his perfect amber skin, pearls of freckles, free from the angry punch of the sun. And Nico could not help but stare as his glazed skin moved and shimmered under the summer heat, following every shape of his perfect form, which was definitely not one of the reasons Nico had been fighting for his life for the past ten minutes, trying to sink in his own arms.

A thrush behind Nico's head told him his restless boyfriend changed position, again. 

"Can you put this on me?" 

Nico did not even raise his head "Frying oil?" 

"Sometimes you're so funny, I forget to laugh."

Nico hid a smile.

A gentle poke on his ribs wiped it away at an alarming speed. "Nico" Then another poke. "di Angelo" And then another one. "Wednesday Addams" One more "Pete Wentz" One more. Nico grabbed Will's wrist, knowing to well that it was just the start, that he had a whole list and that he will force him to hear them all. Nico finally rose from the comfort of his pillow - forearms - and scowled. Before he even could articulate some clever comeback in his mind, Will's eyes wandered down his frame and widened, a loud gasp parted his lips.

"Oh my gods, Nico."

And Nico knew damn well that in Will's dramatic language that could mean either a giant tarantula had crawled on his back or that he noticed a new mole. So he waited for a cue to start going absolutely ham or roll his eyes. Fortunately for him, it was neither a ham or a roll of eyes day. Well, maybe jut a bit of a roll of eyes, but very tiny.

"You have a birthmark!" Will exclaimed with the glee of a child on Christmas's day.

"You've been spreading sunscreen for like- ten fucking minutes, and now you're noticing it?" 

Nico couldn't fight an endeared smile off of his face. By then, it was already common knowledge to Nico, but it would never cease to amaze him how the same person with sharp blades of sapphire and steady voice of a commander, could coordinate an infirmary full of teenagers (and trust, that takes talent; a miracle even) and heal away a mortal wound in the same breath, also wouldn't notice if he was walking straight into a cliff with a warning sign planted an inch from his nose. 

"You knew?" Will asked, bewildered.

"No, I've been living in this body for just like sixteen years, so it's all pretty new to me." 

Will stuck his tongue out, a little pink glow resting on the apple of his cheeks "It's not like you could possibly know every inch of yourself.." he mumbled. His face relaxed for a while, but his eyes still tense and squinted, studying the silver shine on his boyfriend's back or pondering something, now lost in the deep deep end of his thoughts. Then slowly but surely, bit by bit, tooth by tooth, his lips parted again. This time, it was one big smile. One of the rare ones. One that displayed carelessly the crooked path of his bottom canines or the slight diastema of his incisors. One of those Nico so dearly loved and yearned for. 

"You know," Will said, bringing one callous index to caress the mark on Nico's skin, casting lighting in his muscles, causing shivers down his back. "It's in the shape of Texas." that cheeky smile just kept growing and growing.

Nico was sure that at some point it would reach his ears. "Stop messing with me, Solace." he shook his head. 

"Nico."

Nico could see just how hard Will was trying to battle that smile off of his face "I'm dead serious. I do not lie when it comes to the the land of Whataburger and Chicken Fried Steak."

Nico snorted.

"And! And- and-" 

"Conjuctions?"

"Cardiovascular grafts." Now Will was dead serious.

"Texas did not invented cardaviscu-- that."

Will nodded, like he had been dying to say that and honestly, Nico was dying to hear it. He loved when Will got all jittery and exited when it came to pour down medical informations down his ears almost as much as he loved grim medical fun facts. 

"Huston, 1954. Which was also how we found out nylon disintegrates too fast in our body."

Nico was genuinely tuned in for his rant and waiting for Will to dwell on that but an uncharacteristically sappy thought flashed through his mind. 

"You swear that it's shaped like Texas?" 

Will solemnly put a hand on his heart. "I swear on Mama Solace" and that was all Nico needed. Yeah the oath on the Styx was fatal if not fulfilled or whatever but an oath on Naomi Solace was the highest honor Will could grace him with.

"Okay. Belly down" he ordered and Will complied, a little puzzled look knitting his brows together.

Nico straightened himself up and carefully started studying the patterned backside. He also took the opportunity to linger just one second more on the constellation of his freckles, drawing invisible connections between them, admiring the slow rise and fall of his ribs, breath so relaxed under his touch. An implicit trust fall that tugged a little red string on Nico's heart. His eyes fixiated. A little, irregular splotch. An adorable and indelible coffee stain, painting Will's skin. A nebula, adding to the caramel starry night gently resting on his back and there was no need for Nico to be an astronomer to know that that was the last sight he wanted to see if he was ever doomed by the blinding light of the sun.

"You're not gonna believe this" the soft scratch of a voice told Will "You have a brithmark too."

"I've been living in this body for seventeen years." Will promptly mocked him, earning a well planted smack on his head. Then he stiffened, his breath hitching, like he suddenly remembered something. "Oh my gods don't tell me. It's in the shape of Italy." he guessed 

A light chuckle shook Nico's bony shoulders. "Better." he said and jolted backwards to avoid Will's forehead smashing his nose. It would've ruined the moment. 

"It's in the shape of Venice?" he said, so loud that some distant anrgy thrushing of bushes told them he had startled awake some poor nymph. 

Nico shook his head again "It's in the shape of Veneto "  "Is that were the Vatican is?" 

Nico's shoulders dropped, unsure if his smile should also drop in disappointment or he should give in to the laugh bubbling in his belly. So with unsteady voice he said "No, ding-dong. It's the region where Venice is, you know? Like Austin is in Texas, Venice is in Veneto." 

"Yeah, alright, I got that."

Will looked in the distance, probably registering the information that Nico just dropped. Nico knew it landed when another soft but unnecessary dramatic gasp rattled Will's chest.  A grin stretching to the side, Nico watched, careful not to miss the endless cracks and bite marks on those full and perfect heartshaped lips. "We're soulmates" soft like summer breeze, it came out of his mouth, the realisation of another red string. Another yarn line that wrapped around their pinkies, that pulled them closer and tightened every time they swayed apart. 

Bright red like the warm, comfortable hue of flesh under the sun.

[theprinceofdarknesssquad]

Nico: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Will: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Nico: Absolutely not.

[actuallysolace]

RANDOM WILL SOLACE HCS / TIDBITS:

• he / they . transgender male :-)

• AuDHD, This is a hill I am willing to die on

• Considered Extroverted, in the way he likes talking to people (certified yapper) but doesn’t actually have many close friends.

shout out to lou ellen & cecil

also Clarisse & Annabeth they’re his cooler older friends who he has on speed dial “just in case”

in case of what? “back-up”

also no friends outside of camp

• But he does know everyone at camp. Been there a solid 5 (?) years, year round. Working at the infirmary leads to you meeting everyone eventually.

• Super close with his mom but doesn’t know his family on her side. They cut contact with Naomi after she got pregnant.

“My mom is basically like my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.” -TSATS

• Fidgets a lot Whether they’re nervous or bored or not feeling any particular emotion or hyper or worried or focusing

Leg bouncing, Adjusting position constantly, Crossing & Uncrossing legs, Drumming fingers, Rocking, etc

“He bounced his right leg up and down as he glanced around the train carriage. Nico reached over and placed his hand on the bobbing thigh” -TSATS

• MOTION SICKNESS.

AIRSICK, SEASICK, CARSICK, GENERAL MOVING VEHICLE SICKNESS.

“As for Will, he was not doing as well. He had a white-knuckle grip on the door, his eyes were wide with terror, and he was obviously trying to get a handle on his breathing.” -TSATS

• See, they like travel but he just…loathes….the…travel…part…

• On the contrary Nico is entirely immune to the horrors of travel related sickness.

He's used to feeling worst effects that Shadow Travel can do so everything else sorta pales in comparison.

Nico di Angelo is the kinda guy to be sent to burn at the stake and go “I’ve been through worse, probably.”

• Speaking of Shadow Travel, Will doesn’t do well with it the 1st or 2nd or 3rd or 4th or 5th time. He doesn’t do well the 6th and onward either but eventually he gets the hang of surviving it. Eventually. At shorter distances. They’re making progress. Slowly.

Nico has spun this into a multifaceted exercise.

He must practice shadow travel safely

He doesn’t need supervision for it but will allow some for the sake of Will’s peace of mind.

Speaking of Will, the supervision is Will.

Also he must test out the limits of his powers which includes traveling to other cities / states / countries.

But….He needs proper rest and recovery…..

The fact they landed in Paris for a whole week once was certainly not a planned vacation What are you talking about.

Completely Random Totally Unplanned Date Trips are actually proven to be quite beneficial to one’s mental and physical health actually. - Dionysus (Who Doubles as Nico’s Therapist and Lawyer) talking to Chiron, probably.

He’s rooting for his nepo babies, who are not babies and also not his.

Also with those 2 gone the chances of the camp descending into chaos rises at least 23%.

Mr. D’s got a bet going on with Mr. A.

“How long until they try to overthrow Chiron”

[xixovart]

hey! saw your nico/will post about how they are rather similar than opposite attracts. totally agree btw! however, in your elaboration you said that both were disabled? could you explain to me why?

much love!

helloo!! yes i'd be glad to elaborate! that was mostly built on widely-regarded headcanons on will's part, i hc him as deaf, but nico canonically suffers from constant fatigue and sometimes stuggles with mobility

also, im not sure if it's ethical to refer to mental illnesses as disabilities, but they both have adhd and nico ptsd

thats all, thanks for the ask and i apologize for any controversy

[gardenof--eden]

Who do you think is more jealous/possessive between will and nico? And how do you think he acts when feeling jealous?

OHHHHH i love this question thank you anon I think they're both jealous!!!!! but if I HAD to say who is more so out of the two, I think I'd say Nico

Will is like the sun on Earth. Warm smiles and bright laughter. He's tall, has hair that looks gold in the sunlight, has gorgeous blue eyes that are always shining like the sky. He's ATTRACTIVE. And this doesn't go unnoticed by the other campers! When Nico first realized he liked Will, his thought process immediately turned too "I'm not good enough for him/he's too good for me." He'd notice the lingering glances, the sighs and the blushes, the whispering of the other campers (though, most of it probably was just him being dramatic and reading too hard into things) and it really pushed the idea that he wasn't good enough. But then he and Will started to become friends like, incredibly fast. Nico's blown away, doesn't know how Will can even stand to be around him but, for some reason, he can. And he wants to. So Nico starts to notice things about Will that go unnoticed by the other campers, and it sort of becomes this possessive ego thing in his mind: "I know Will better than you do, and I don't even want you to THINK about getting to know him." But Will has other friends and other people and Nico BURNS watching them together. Will laughs and jokes with other campers and something sinks low in Nico's gut because that's how Will should be. Not held back by Nico, staying with him when he's afraid to go into the crowds and afraid to be around others. So it turns into this very odd "Will is Mine"/"Will Can't be mine" thing. Very confusing. Very painful. I'd say this jealousy eases up as they date, the more time goes by, the more sure of himself Nico is. He doesn't doubt himself and he doesn't doubt Will's love and devotion to him. He's still jealous, sure, but it's not over the small things, and it's not such a big deal. how he ACTS when he's jealous, though. Very short tempered. Death glares. Quick, biting responses. If he's with Will and someone starts being Too Much, Nico will cut in and answer for Will, cut the other person off, etc etc.

ex: (Nico and Will, out somewhere) (person starts flirting with Will) person: So how are you today? Will: I- Nico: He's fine. Will: ...? Person: Oh uhm. What are you two doing here? Will: ... Nico: Oh, we're just leaving, actually

Snippy, short, generally unhappy. Stays like that either until the person leaves, or when Will and Nico leave.

[m-for-now]

So I just had a conversation w @adhd-desaster and got sent this video

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And I said "Will Solace" bc you know.. Apollo child and from Texas and out of nowhere, my dear dear friend (who doesn't notably ship solangelo) just comes up with a headcanon for them immediately??

Hc was that Will would totally use this as an advantage to make Nico flustered, which would work especially good bc Nico comes from a time where movies weren't a thing so he would probably have been into theater plays (quote: "I mean shit he comes from Italy, former Roman empire there is a lot of theater culture in is blood") (most of that was a quote but anyways-)

Solangelo nation what do we think about this?

Here is my friend's post about the same thing go say hi!!

[mr-jammed-toast]

imagine will not being able to answer anything about his plans for the future, because the moment when 13-year old will solace stepped up as the head counselor for cabin 7, he accepted that he wouldnt be making it to 18, just like how lee and michael did, just like the rest of his unnamed siblings

but now, he indulges himself in thinking about a future where hes happy and alive and together with nico, because theres someone out there who loves him so much that he would want to for him to live

will held hope in the future, and he clung to it

[lucius-i-ran]

"I'll give you an in to her."

"I'll give you an in to him."

Now who was giving an in to who and for what?

You see, that july weeked had been infernal. The sun was scorching. Roaring even. Nico could basically hear it screaming in his ears. It was screeching threats of sunburns and headaches. That's was why, initially, the days him and his friends treated themselves to a trip to the secret spot in the Rockaway Beach that Percy had shown them a little more than a year ago, were also the only days Nico would wear colors. Well.. 'colors'. He wore white. He decided to risk a sunstroke and go back to his beloved black linen set when his so called 'firends' started to call him "The Ice Cream Man". He could've just worn red. It had basically the same heat retaining as white. But no. It had to be black. On principle. And no flip-flops. God's forbid. At the cost of turning his converse into hourglasses, Nico di Angelo is a no flip-flop zone. The day Will Solace convinced him to wear flip-flops was the day his father was allowed to smite him down. Of course, if that was ever to happen, Will was coming down with him.

"Nico, you need some vitamin D." Blondie had said to him, behind ridiculously big sunglasses, seeing the equally ridiculously big parasol Piper was so gracefully planting for him. Nico actually tried to stick it in the sand, but the damn thing wouldn't stay put so he just said 'Fuck it' and let it tumble down until a saint would come to his rescue. Piper was a saint. It didn't look like it, but she was also unfathomably strong. Power combo.

"You said that when I didn't wanna eat your ugly, smelly harrings. Which one is it, Solace? The sun or the fish?"

"Nico squeez your brain a little more and try to convey the thought that maybe it can be both, please." Will shook his head and mumbled, like a disappointed mom "This the lack of omega three."

"I like herrings." said Piper, proudly looking at the magnificent work she did with that beach umbrella.

"They stink like.." Nico looked around for something stinky to get his point across "Death."

"You stink of death."

"Yeah but I stink like good death. They stink like death to purtefaction."

Nico remembered Will had voiced something that gave a positive answer to each and every one of the butterflies in his stomach, that appeared every time his lids fluttered and his blond lashes brushed his sunbathed cheeks. He had said to him that it was true. That he smelled like good death. He had said he smelled like death to old age. Death in your sleep. It smelled like the favourite cake your mom used to bake. It smelled like the slightly uncut grass of the park. He had said it made him feel warm, like his mom was taking him from the van to his bed again when he pretended to sleep. It was sweet and nostalgic.

"I like your smell." Will had said.

Nico tried to ignore all his airways closing and choked on a "Whatever you weirdo."

While his two athletically inclined friends were already deep in the shredding waves movement, Nico stayed put, planted right in his hiding spot, following the shadow like cats following the sun through the windows of its home.

"Hey girl." Soothing voice, like mellows and witches, called him from behind.

"Hey Lou." Nico greeted without even trying to unglue his eyes from the sea.

"Enjoying the view?" She chuckled.

And Nico really was.

Not just because of how gently the drops of water seem to lay on Will's perfectly tanned skin. Or just because his muscle moved in this mesmerising dance of tensing and releasing. Or how his hydrophobic hair frizzled a little before getting completely wet, looking like strings of the purest gold in the sun. It wasn't even just for the way his eyes were almost as blue, as intense as the sun lit sky. Bright, almost burning. It was also because Will was generally ungraceful. He was one of the least dexterous people he knew, coordination wise. But there were a few things that gave him the same floating resemblance of a dancer, like when he was in the infirmary, in one of those days where no one has a mortal injury but it is packed. He would glide and sway through the bunks, gifting smiles, tying bandages and giving shots so quickly the patient didn't even have time to cry about the width of the needle. Surfing was one of those things. Nico really wanted to hate how stereotypical it was for him to be a great surfer but it was also one of the few things that could really distract Will and keep his ugly thoughts at bay. And the sight. Nico was never gonna complain about that, that's for sure.

Right, the in.

Nico had caught feeling.

Everyone knew that. Everyone could see it, except maybe Percy and Annabeth but that's because they were at Camp Jupiter and also oblivious to anything concerning Love with the capital L. Everyone had been trying to push Nico towards that Son of the Sun, including Lou who had been distracted by Piper's graceful hop once they mounted off their boards. Of course, the moment Will touched ground, his foot sank in the sand the wrong way and got a mouthful of sand and seashells.

Nico had to channell every lesson the nuns had taught him about poise and sobriety to supress a snort, while Will was still trying to spit out the half shell stuck in his diastema.

"Something funny, Di Angelo?" Will scoweled once he caught up to them.

Nico could hear the gears in his brain steaming and turning, coming up with a revenge for the humiliation, as if him being as graceful as a bull in a ceramic shop was somehow Nico's fault.

Will took a deep breath and, like he had been shot, right in the heart, he planted his sandy kness on th beach towel, right beside Nico's hips. The boy in question got up on his elbows, hoping that his flush could pass as a sunburn. It definitely felt like it.

"What are you-- don't you dare."

Will dared. He let himself fall gently on him, coating Nico with seasalt and sand.

Will was wet and heavy and uncomfortably scratchy but still, Nico had to refrain from relaxing himself completely and hug him. He tried to hold back from absolutely squeezing the life out of him, trying to take in as much warmth as he could. Nico put up an act of annoyance, yelling and thrushing for him to get off and hoping Will could not feel his rushed heart against his chest. One day this boy was gonna give him an heart attack. Just imagine. Cause of death? The most beautiful laugh you've ever heard. The freshest water of a giggle to ease a dry soul. That would be embarrassing. Drowned in smiles. Ugh.

Will turned his head to the side, his wet hair stuck onto Nico's face. He breathed in. Will smelled like sea water and sunscreen, of course, but it merged so blissfully with his coconut shampoo. The staining scent of disinfectant on his skin was immune even to the ever corroding salt of the water. Will smelled like comfort. He smelled like laughter and the color yellow. Freshly picked daisies and the coffee your husband just brewed, for you to drink, still groggy from your slumber, wrapped in your duvet. Will smelled like life; but not any life. Life you desired. The life of your dreams.

He eventually got up on his palms and Nico tried not to dwell too long on that millisecond their mouths were just inches away.

Will had to ruin the moment with his brute-like manners and he shook his head, vigorously, getting droplets of water all over Nico who promptly took his hands to shiled his eyes.

"You asshole!" he groaned

Another high-pitched laugh. Another headlight in Nico's eyes and he prayed for every diety known to man kind, for his face not to turn purple.

"Why is it that every time you get wet, you turn into a dog?" he snarled "It's annoying."

"You know what else is annoying?" Will asked.

Nico wandered if Piper and Lou had bought popcorn yet, since they looked like they were enjoying the show.

"You?"

"Wet clothes."

With an uncharacteristically fast motion, Will tucked an arm under his knees and another one on his back, lifting him bride style and Nico was ready to hurl something at him, like a rock or a tree or the moon, even.

"Put me down, asswipe." He screeched and promptly ignored.

Will sprinted to the water and Nico was sure he was going to break at least one of his bones when his ballerina feet would get stuck in the sand again and he would make both of them plummet to their demise.

"Looks like you don't need an in!" Lou yelled once Will finally stopped in his horse race. She was successfully added to the list of murders Nico had to put in action.

"In for what?"

Nico figured he couldn't possibly add Will's name on that list for the fifth time so he limited himself to answer: "Your skull. Because I'm gonna get in it. With an axe"

A small smile tugged at Will's chapped lips and he stayed silent. Odd. His eyes where as sharp as blades, studying and all-knowing. Nico didn't say a word either, even going as far as holding his breath.

Their noses awfully close, almost gently brushing each other. Nico's lids suddenly felt heavy, like Will was cradling him to sleep. The other's eyes fluttered, making a tiny droplet of water fall from his long eyelashes.

Nico had many flaws but he had a tendency to not give in to delusions. He had seen far to much to do so. And he swore he saw the blue flash of Will's sapphires on his lips. Before Nico could even think of stopping himself from plunging farward and achieving the impossibile (the impossibile being: stealing a kiss from the most precious gem of an angel that ever walked the earth) Will smiled. He smiled with his teeth and his stomach flexed in the bubble of a laugh. Nico could not help but smile by reflex and Will dropped him in the water.

[armadillos-and-dragons]

Wow you just. Described my hc perfectly

solangelo is that couple that anytime someone witnesses any sort of intimacy between them it just feels invasive. like nico isn't embarrassed to love will he's just very reserved about it, his long glances, and tender touches and whatever are all private things, just for them. sure, sometimes there's jokes about how much they love eachother: will leaning across the table saying something like "awww you love me" and nico not denying it, jokes about being stuck together and attached at the hip, "what would I do without you?". but anything deeper than that? anything more intentional and personal and endearing than a cheesey overdone one liner or some polite handholding? that's theirs for them alone nobody else's. sometimes people catch them, staring into eachothers eyes or kissing and it just feels so jarring to see the way they interact and orbit around one another in private, like every moment between them is a secret.

[luvingsolace]

Will Solace is so protective of Nico he discovered not one, not two, but THREE of his hidden powers only to protect him.

Like. This is just very insane to me. His protectiveness over Nico is so strong and so intrinsic that it unlocked inner parts of him that he had no idea existed, and in some cases parts of him he probably unconsciously kept away.

And it’s crazy that people undermine this protectiveness, because it’s genuinely such a consistent main trait in Will.

[valzhanginator]

did the show just delete the fact that percy was a wanted criminal in the entirety of the lightning thief? gabe gave an interview, blaming percy for sally's dissappearence, which made him the primary suspect. like the police was after him when they blew up the bus and his iconic 'my stepdad is a really sweet person' speech to a journalist after jumping from saint monica arc, people conspiring that they were manipulated into a t*rrorist group after his fight with ares. like????? where's all that?? where's the good stuff???

[losersolace]

i think neither nico nor will is freaked out by blood and things of that nature. i see them sitting at the dinner table like “and then the monster just EXPLODED and its guts went EVERYWHERE—“ while calmly eating and the ppl around them are like ???

[xixovart]

canon solangelo barely exists in my head

in my head nico & will act like stupid kids around each other. because, yk, neither of them got to actually enjoy their childhood. nico moved around a lot, lived as an orphan, and forgot most of his life. will spent his childhood at chb, looking out for others instead of himself. so it only makes sense for them to be so in love for them to let their guards down around each other. and for them to hear the other’s laugh and in it find the innocence they lost.

in my head nico and will act like stupid kids. they have pillow fights, dumb contests (which they get VERY competitive over), eat junk food (occasionally, because health matters), invent games, jump around and call it dancing while blasting music, swim at the beach and have water fights until their arms are tired. they’re never too far away from each other. they’re always touching. holding hands, leaning one’s head against the other’s shoulder, running their fingers against the other’s knuckles, tracing the lines of the other’s palm, playing with their hair. subtle movements. out of pure habit.

the thing is, so much is expected out of both of them. but not from each other. the only thing nico expects is for will to love him, and the only thing will expects is for nico to love him. that’s it.

Will is so boyfriend material it baffles me how Rick can fuck it up so bad.

[secret-agent-of-bullshitery]

Will, trying to make conversation with Nico during the three days in med:

Will: The Ocean is a soup.

Nico:

Nico: Do elaborate.

Will: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Nico: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Will: *Tilts head*

Nico: The Ocean is a Soup.

Will: The Ocean is a Soup.

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico only sees it because he is watching. Watching — him.

They are sitting together, the six of them; Nico, Kayla, Austin, Lou Ellen, Cecil, and Will. It is spring. It is nice out, even outside of Camp standards, they have hedged just outside the borders to sit on one of the dandelion-peppered hills, just laying. Being. Austin, Kayla, and Lou Ellen throw a frisbee around — the girls have united against him, much to his fervent protests and complaining. Cecil fiddles with a contraption everyone is ignoring in name of plausible deniability. Nico curls up with his cheek on his knee, watching; Will weaves a flower crown.

He is deft, Nico notices. Hands shaking but careful. The golden buds loop and bend like vines around an old pine, like Cellini’s writhing snakes.

It is only because Nico is watching that he sees. Kayla and Lou are cackling, the wind rips through the grass, flipping up their blanket. Every minute twitch sends the napkins and wrappers from their lunch crinkling.

Will pulls a stem through a loop. His hands twitch. He freezes, and the crown falls from his wide hands. His breathing slows, heavy.

He reaches for Cecil’s hand.

“What day is it?” he whispers, weak in the wind.

Cecil goes still.

Nico feels the hair rise on the back of his neck. He has never seen Cecil so serious. The ever-present raise to his thin eyebrows goes immediately smooth, and he grips the hand Will holds out, hard enough his knuckles go bloodless.

“April,” he says, quiet. He glances around. Nico shrinks back, looking quickly away. “Twenty-ninth.”

Nico can hear the curl of Will’s voice, from three feet away. It is nauseating.

“Fuck.”

Cecil squeezes. “How long?”

“I — don’t know.” Will’s hands start shaking, again. The twisted strands in his lap give, finally, under the tension; dozens of crumpled stems and crushed petals fluttering down the hollow of his crosses legs. “I thought there would be — snow.”

Cecil curses softly. There is an edge to his voice, that Nico has never heard before; he loosens his spine and sinks against the blanket, like that will make him less visible. Like he can melt into the razor-thin shadows of every blade of grass; unseen, observing.

“Okay. That’s — okay, Will, you’re okay.”

To his horror, Will begins to cry. Barely, and silently; he swallows hard and his throat bobs once, twice. A tear traces the scars on his jaw and neck and drops onto his loosened bandages.

A frisbee hurtles towards them. Will sniffles; a quick, practiced thing, and swipes a hand down his face. When his palm drops back into his lap he is smiling, laughing; he scoops the frisbee up in one trembling hand and tosses it back, standing to his feet.

“Will,” Cecil tries, carefully.

Will does not look at him.

“Come play!” he shouts, voice careful, back straight. When he meets his eyes again his eyes are pleading. “Come on, Cecil! You too, Nico!”

Kayla cheers, and calls Will for her team. He hounds over, feet bare, fist tucked against the bend of his hips. Cecil watches, breathing slow.

Nico follows, when he jogs down the hill, catches the red disk Will tosses him.

Neither of them bring it up again.