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And we love your contributions!!! I have been singing your praises I have recommended it over on discord too

Hi everyone, just popping in to recommend a truly gorgeous (heads up it is nsfw) fic: my sanctuary (you're holy to me) by the brilliant @femme-plant-mom .

my sanctuary (you're holy to me)

It’s sex, but Nico thinks of it as more like sacrament. Will would blush, would protest, if Nico vocalized that. But Will is on an altar, and Nico is worshipping.

I was completely blown away by this one. The writing is so lyrical and immersive, it pulls you in from the very first line. It captures love, care, and tenderness with such clarity, which is especially powerful in a smut scene. Every detail feels purposeful and rooted in the characters’ relationship.

What really stayed with me was the emotional depth. The intimacy never feels rushed or overdone – it’s gentle, honest, and full of feeling. Nico knowing exactly how to look after Will, and doing so with such quiet confidence, just hit me right in the chest.

It’s the kind of fic that lingers with you long after you’ve finished reading. I can’t recommend it enough.

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WIP Wednesday

A while ago, I teased a Solangelo gym rat AU, and here's a snippet from that!

Will loved tank tops. He worshipped the creator of tank tops.  Obviously, yes, he loved wearing them himself. Better range of motion, and nothing wrong with the looks he got while he was wearing one. But this fine Saturday morning, Nico was wearing one, and Will was singing the angels’ praises.  The tank top was black—like all of Nico’s clothes, from what Will had seen—and clung to his torso in a way most of his workout shirts didn’t. Ink curled over the skin of his deltoids, biceps, and trapezius, but the man was too far away to make out the shapes. Nico was clearly working on Upper Body Day, and Will was practically drooling as Nico moved through bench press, shoulder press, lat pulldown, bicep curls, hammer curls, tricep extensions, side rows, pushups, and chin-ups.  Will himself was on a Cardio & Ab Day, so he had a full view of the rest of the gym from the treadmills in the back, and he was using it without remorse as he tracked Nico’s every movement. Will wanted to watch that man climb a Salmon Ladder.  Suddenly, his earbuds switched from music to reading him a text: “From Kayla: You’re staring.”

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Hi everyone, just popping in to recommend a truly gorgeous (heads up it is nsfw) fic: my sanctuary (you're holy to me) by the brilliant @femme-plant-mom .

my sanctuary (you're holy to me)

It’s sex, but Nico thinks of it as more like sacrament. Will would blush, would protest, if Nico vocalized that. But Will is on an altar, and Nico is worshipping.

I was completely blown away by this one. The writing is so lyrical and immersive, it pulls you in from the very first line. It captures love, care, and tenderness with such clarity, which is especially powerful in a smut scene. Every detail feels purposeful and rooted in the characters’ relationship.

What really stayed with me was the emotional depth. The intimacy never feels rushed or overdone – it’s gentle, honest, and full of feeling. Nico knowing exactly how to look after Will, and doing so with such quiet confidence, just hit me right in the chest.

It’s the kind of fic that lingers with you long after you’ve finished reading. I can’t recommend it enough.

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Once again I feel guilty for posting on ao3 because I have so many lovely messages and comments to reply to (I get overwhelmed really easily I’m sorry guys), but the third instalment of Codex Solace, the Nico PoV prequel to Will Solace and the Socialites of Olympus University is here:

A Solstice Hypothesis: The Anatomy of Longing Under an Unforgiving Sun

Summer doesn’t arrive so much as descend. Heavy, unrelenting, full of expectation. Nico di Angelo finds himself in old houses with older ghosts, surrounded by polished marble, dead languages, and conversations that taste like obligation. His father calls it legacy. Nico calls it suffocating.

There are arguments. Silences. Nights that stretch too long and drinks that go down too easily. A name he shouldn’t say. A boy who isn’t him. The weight of memory, pressed like heat against his skin.

Back home, the city swelters. Jason calls. The world keeps spinning.

And somehow, in the blur of everything Nico isn’t saying, something begins to shift. Not quite hope—but something near it. A museum in the quiet. A notebook he almost throws away. A glimpse of gold in the crowd that knocks the breath from his lungs.

He’s still angry. Still haunted. Still pretending he knows what he’s doing.

But it’s summer now.

And light has a way of finding the cracks.

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Commenting on a fantastic fanfic but being so overwhelmed by its beauty that all you can say is

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humiliation ritual but its just me in love

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㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

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pete wentz the man that u are

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the people's princess

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you used to be able to go onto a tag after finishing a movie and see all sorts of gifsets. now you have to comb through reader insert fanfiction. we used to be a society

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they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan

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If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think

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Once again back on my solangelo bullshit, get read for childhood friends to strangers (??) to lovers, it’s July! It’s Christmas!

Yule Always Be the One

Nico di Angelo hasn’t set foot in his hometown in four years—not since he packed his bags, buried his feelings, and moved across an ocean to study in Italy. It was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to connect with his roots, with the mother he never got to know. A quieter life, far away from everything he wasn’t ready to face—including his childhood best friend Will Solace.

But now he’s home for the holidays.

And Will’s still golden. Still exasperatingly kind. Still the only person who’s ever truly seen him. And Nico? He’s still terrible at saying how he feels.

It’s Christmas. There’s mistletoe. There are meddling friends and siblings. And maybe—just maybe—there’s still time to say what they should’ve said years ago.

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God I just bought a spearmint vape and it’s taking me back to the good old days of menthol cigarettes (gone but never forgotten)

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Um so the last one-shot I posted was like tooth rottingly fluffy so I finished this angsty one I started a while ago to balance the scales:

Hippocratic, Hypocrite: Do No Harm (Loopholes Apply)

Will Solace hasn’t slept in fifty-seven hours.

It’s fine. Really. He’s just mixing herbs he won’t explain, keeping the infirmary running, and lying to everyone—including Nico—about how close he is to breaking.

But exhaustion makes him sharp. One fight in the strawberry fields, one cruel sentence he doesn’t mean, and suddenly Nico is gone—shut behind a door Will can’t open, and maybe doesn’t deserve to.

But silence doesn’t last forever—and when it breaks, there’s still a choice to be made: to stay, to try again, to hold on even when it hurts.

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baby will solace awwwwww awwwwwwwh awwwww