#Willvis

[fosteen]

so i'm kinda going through a pjo phase and as always I'm finding solace (pun intended) in @miraclesnail 's works.

so yeah, just a quick drawing of my pjo comfort and extra rare ship will and travis!

[miraclesnail]

Operation: Make Will Solace Sleep

Will has an unhealthy relationship with his role as the camp’s medic. And Travis is going to chip at it until it’s not.

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Rated t

Tags: canon divergence AU, just a teeny bit of angst, mostly cheesy romance, cuddling

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His first taste was from the Colchis Boar. His second taste was from the Stymphalian birds. Everything afterward was a blur. Of blood and screams and pleads, of promises to do better, to train, to prepare, stock up, learn more, to not have to burn any more shrouds. He thought it couldn’t get worse after the labyrinth. But no. No. The battle of the labyrinth was a tea party compared to now.

There are people bleeding out on him. There’s an alarm blaring in his head. A demigod screams for him. He goes to them. They’re dead, on the verge of dying, he can’t do anything for them. Someone else calls for him and right after, another person asks for him too. He stands to attend to them but the first clings to his arm and begs for him to try though, to help them. To do something. Anything. But he can’t do anything. Not at the point he is. Maybe months later with more experience. But right now, he’s not capable enough, not strong enough. Too weak. Useless. Helpless.

Will hates it. He hates him.

Travis is sure this whole workaholic thing Will has going on came from the Titans. A lot of bad habits came from the Titans actually. That whole four-year war really took a toll on people’s mental health and the coping mechanisms that developed? An absolute clown show.

More or less, the coping became better over the months following the war. Some, though, just got worse and worse. For example, Will who recently now started staying up all night and day in his infirmary when he’s not busy with his cabin.

Him though? He’s fine. He’s A-okay. Never been better. It’s not about him right now so let’s just move along.

Will has an unhealthy relationship with his role as the camp’s medic. And Travis is going to chip at it until it’s not.

Plan B is as simple as can be. Just a very nice, simple intervention.

Like Will always said, communication is key and every problem can be solved by talking it out.

So he did exactly that. In response, Will laughed, followed by ‘oh, you’re not kidding,’ then a scoff and a fond eye roll, and ending with him saying cheerfully, I don’t have a problem. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Overworked? I’m feeling great. Yeah, I know it’s free time right now. Wall climbing? Sure, I’m down. Wait, just let me check the inventory one more time. And refill the alcohol bottles. And get the laundry started so I can have fresh towels. And I guess I should also fold the dried towels while I’m at it. Oh, wait, I have to tell Chiron we’re running low on —

Just a never-ending list of to-dos. Attempt one failed, but that’s okay because nobody ever said it will be easy and Travis has so many other ideas.

Plan C is just as boring as Plan B

As one of the camp’s longest yearrounders, just a couple months short of Annabeth’s, Travis pretty much knows all the ins and outs of camp even if he never worked in the infirmary. He remembered enough when he poked his head in there. A couple years ago. Okay, maybe years and years ago, before even Lee was ever a counselor. A daughter of Apollo, beheaded by a cyclops, showed him how the infirmary ran and where the supplies were kept. Sure, the inventory expanded in the years since he last was there, but at least 25% of the supplies are still familiar.

It took a couple days and many strange stares from Will to familiarize himself with everything again. But he did it. Restocking drawers and jars of cotton balls, gauze, and tongue sticks. Sterilizing the equipment. Sweeping and mopping. Refilling nectar bottles and packing ambrosia squares for easy access. He takes about 35% of Will’s workload, finishing at the ripe time of 10:50 pm.

“Alright, time for bed!” he says, pushing Will out the door and closing all the lights. Will protests, of course, sprouting more things still have to be done, that he’s not tired. It’s adorable, the little pout he does and the way he crosses his arms with his indignant expression. It just doesn’t work as well as Will hoped as Travis drags him to his bed. ‘Not tired’, his pet donkey. Will practically melts and snores within minutes the moment his back hits the mattress.

He thought it worked. Will actually goes to bed with the rest of his cabinmates for the next few days.

Until Kayla told him Will is reading his books underneath his sheets past bedtime after taking some Stay Awake! pill with a gallon of black coffee.

Oh well. At least he can say he didn’t try at all.

Initiate Plan A aka the best plan aka the OG plan aka “should have done it from the get-go.”

Travis is nice though so he will give Will one more chance. The next night with ten minutes left before curfew starts, Travis watches Will write down some notes on his desk at the infirmary while swirling in circles in the spinny chair. At five minutes, Travis lets Will know it’s time to go by flicking the lights on and off. The answer is the same as always. “Okay, be right there. I just need to finish these really quickly. You can go ahead.”

More empty promises. Another casual dismissal. Travis is tired of Will’s blatant disregard for his health.

With a not at all suspicious smile that immediately puts Will on guard, Travis flicks the lights off and stands by the doorway with his hands behind his back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Will asks cautiously, spinning his chair so they could face each other, eyes flitting behind him like he’s expecting Connor to come popping out. Which is fair. Connor was the one behind Plan A. And Connor is the plotter between the two of them whenever it comes to anything. But Connor isn’t with him right now. Someone has to watch their cabin. There’s no way one of them can’t be there unless they want a cabin fire started.

“Like what?” he replies innocently enough but with the way Will squints his eyes it probably wasn’t anywhere close. He just has that look to him. The ‘I want to shove firecrackers down your pants’ look, according to Percy. The ‘I will steal all the pretty flowers from the garden,’ according to Katie. The ‘I will give my boyfriend a bouquet of flowers with sparklers shooting out at odd angles for Independence Day while hiding from a rampaging daughter of Demeter with the cutest smile,’ according to Will.

“Like you’re planning something,” Will accuses with a fond shake of his head, standing from his chair. Great! That will make his life so much easier. “Did you steal something from Katie again? Do I need to protect you?”

“What? No, nothing like that,” Travis scoffs, stepping closer, “I am just standing here. Like a normal person. Nothing suspicious at all.”

“That’s the most suspicious thing I think I have ever heard,” Will deadpans before he frowns a bit, face marred in worry. “Seriously though, are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Everything’s fine, Will.” Travis takes another step, finally into position beside the bed. With an apologetic smile, Travis takes one of Will’s hands in his. “Please don’t be too angry.”

Gently Travis falls back onto the bed, dragging Will with him. As soon as both of them hit the mattress, the bed shoots upwards and remains levitated.

“Did Lou Ellen do this? Is that why she was faking her stomach ache earlier? Did she enchant the bed while I was getting her medicine?” Will asks after nothing more than a few blinks, cool and calm and confident as a cucumber. The only indicator he was totally caught off guard was the flitting bone-crushing and skin-bruising hand squeeze when the bed flew up. Will wasn’t always like this. It used to be easy to scare the son of Apollo enough for a yelp or scream. A little popping out from behind the curtain. A little tap on the shoulder from behind. Both were enough for a little squeak. Not anymore though. Maybe it’s the war that gave him that unrelenting facade of calmness and serenity.

Travis shrugs and rights himself so he’s facing Will with his legs crossed and Will does the same. “I may have bribed her with some drachmas and a promise to get whatever she needs for her spells.”

“Well, kudos to her. Can I go back to studying?”

Will is already swinging his legs over before the last word and Travis acts without much thought. Before Will can jump down, Travis leans forward and blocks with a hand against the headboard. It puts him face to face with Will who just blinks wide at him with his sapphire blue eyes in mild surprise.

As simply as he can, as quickly as he can, with all his accumulated tact and persuasion from years as a counselor and warrior and pranking master tactician, Travis blurts, “Actually, sorry, but no. It’s bedtime for you so snuggle up.”

Okay, maybe a little too simple and quick. But it makes Will throw his head back and laugh, his smile gentle and sweet and soft. “This was what you wanted to do from the start, huh? I thought it was really strange you were doing all that other stuff first. I'm sorry for worrying you. But I'm fine. Really. It’s okay.”

Travis shakes his head and crosses his arm with a pout.

Heart-to-heart conversations aren't his thing. He’s more of a “watch from behind a rock and run away” kind of guy. More of a “let's just non-verbally agree to not talk about our problems and put it behind us.” More of an “I’m sorry please don’t be angry anymore even though you are definitely in the wrong.”

He’s trying to change though. It's not hard to just say, “No, you’re not fine. I care about your health, Will, and it would make me really happy to see you taking care of yourself.” He knows it’s not hard. He has heard cheesier sentences from well-respected campers. He has done pretty bold and brazen things too with zero problems that will put a lot of people to shame. Will won’t laugh. If anything he’ll probably think it’s sweet. So why is his face heating just trying to say it?

Instead he just stares at Will, mouth flapping open and shut as he tries and attempts. Will watches him for a solid five minutes, in silence, an eyebrow raising after one minute, head tilting quizzically after three. After five minutes, Will asks him, “You okay?”

He can’t do it. Why can’t he do it? It’s so easy and simple. It’s just words and he fought in a war. Two wars actually! He slew monsters. He killed people. He led a bunch of pre-teens and teens in the battle of the decade. He watched over those said pre-teens and teens for yearsand only cried from annoyance nine times. He cut open and prepared a durian all by himself. So why can’t he just say it?

Travis flops down to one side of the bed, on his side with his back to Will to hide his probably tomato-red face. He subtly changes the topic. “Anyway, do you wanna be the big spoon tonight?”

Travis is sure Will isn’t going to entertain him. His boyfriend is going to snort ‘yeah, right, like I’m going to do that.’ and hop off the bed and now Travis will have to go back to the drafting board for a plan D, E, F, M, P, Z, 1, 2, and 5.

But the bed shifts and sinks. A back presses against his. A hand snakes around his wrist and a cheek rest on the nape of his neck, soft blond strands tickling the tip of his ear.

“You’re gonna help me tomorrow with studying,” Will tells him, squeezing him closer.

Travis beams. Plan A. Success!

“Am I good enough like this?”

Will didn’t mean to say it. It just came out, unprompted and unneeded. Maybe it’s because it’s been a day or two since he slept. He half-prays Travis is asleep, already off in dreamland. His breathing is even and steady, face relaxed, body loose. Travis doesn’t need to know. He already has enough on his plate and he doesn’t need anymore. Besides, he’s fine. Everything is fine. A-okay. Never been better.

But Travis groans quietly, face scrunching as he shifts to press closer to him, voice slurred by drowsiness. “You’ve always been enough. And awesome. You’ve always been awesome and super cool too.”

Will bites back a smile and hugs Travis closer to him, buries his face in the neck. Before he could speak though, a voice cut through the dead night. Clear and lucid and so quiet, so unlike the spirited person he knows, Will can almost pretend he just hallucinated it if not for the warmth radiating from his snuggle buddy’s nape.

“You helped more people than you ever let down, you know. It’s okay to grieve and mourn. You don’t need to pretend it doesn’t hurt. It’s not a fault to care and be kind. Just please don’t drown in it.”

[geekgrizz]

seriously why is there no Will/Travis content out there. I mean I stan Solangeo but that little corner of my brain that screams Willvis needs to be fed.

[luke-life]

Discussion?

So, I was going to look up "Will Solace" but I accidentally typed "Will Stoll", so here's the question.

If Will & Travis were to get married who last name would they take or would they keep their own?

@miraclesnail

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[chenfordsrollisi]

Coming Soon: 4/11/2021

Better Together ~ Kelvie  I Choose You ~ Maylene Don’t Ask Me ~ Willvie It’s You or It’s No One ~ Chexton Poor Timing ~ Brettsey

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US Women's Olympic Gymnastics Team Will Vie Gold in Final

[helloimac3]

#愛車 #willvi #修理 #おうち時間 #コロナに負けるな #dontlosetocovid19 #今を乗り越えよう #スマホ撮影 直ったー👏👏👏✨ よかったー😭 ありがと ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و まだしばらくお付き合いください、わたしのWill Vi https://www.instagram.com/p/CFrOEx5pHbI/?igshid=5xe0atvxzb15

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[cupylove]

Me encanta hazvin hotel! obviamente hacer mi propio Fc de su serie el cual me encanta mucho su diseño :3 

Personality: serious, somewhat angry, sinister, perfectionist, a little narcissistic (flirtatious only when working 7w7) Tastes: what paid for their services, sweets with alcohol, wine, smoking at the end of their services, sing in mafia bars, elegant dresses and weapons of all kinds Cory Willvi or Cory Witx. She died in 1992, when she was alive, she had a normal life until she was kidnapped at age 15 for unknown reasons, used as a mule to try new drugs, used as a boxing bag and sex toy, and forced to prostitute herself and killing those who did not pay for her "work", giving her a sinister personality when she killed, also thanks to the fact that she survived all the drugs that were given to her by force, so that her body was immune to said drugs or poisons, she escaped one night of her bosses but she was knocked out, tortured and killed by mutilation (that's why her arms are separated, she does not have her right eye and she has stitches in almost the whole body made by her when she gets to hell) her right eye bleeds a very lethal poison that whoever consumes it will be their food ... (those who do not pay for their "services" both sexually and as a hitman) have a type of shackle on their neck that can not be removed. The last thing she had worn before being murdered was the shackles and stockings that she owned that were her old clothes, the cobweb mark she has under her visible eye is the property mark left by her former bosses. I hope you like this cute little demon ^^

[kimcharlotte18]

Cytesse x Willvy Show 😂

[fosteen]

It's here eheh i'm sweating byye

[miraclesnail]

New year’s resolution is make the willvis ao3 tag reach 10 works

[chenfordsrollisi]

My One Chicago Fics

Crossovers: Fire/Med: Don’t Ask Me (Willvie) The Long Haul (Rhett)

Fire/PD: Better Together (Kelvie) Change of Heart (Linseride) Don’t Wanna Be Alone (Brettstead) I Turn you You (Brettzek) See Me (Brettstead) Senses (Brettonio) Unplanned (Brettstead) Fire/Station 19: I’ll Be Seeing You (Kelly Severide/Maya Bishop) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Greg Grainger/Sylvie Brett Something Against You Kelly Severide/Stella Kidd (Stellaride): Flowers Heart and Soul I Saw What I Saw Take It From Me Matt Casey/Gabriela Dawson (Dawsey): I Don’t Want to Care  Know Better Orders Are Made to Be Ignored Return to You Matt Casey/Sylvie Brett (Brettsey): All the Heat Guilty as Charged He’s No You I’m Not Going Anywhere Lazy Sunday Never Alone Our One Day  Poor Timing Relief Sick Day Silent All These Years  Something to Believe In Special Smile Three Little Words What a Difference a Day Makes When Your Heart Rules Your Head

Connor Rhodes & Natalie Manning (Rhanning) Friendship: No Good at Saying Goodbye Crockett Marcel & Natalie Manning (Mancel) Friendship: Take It Back Ethan Choi/April Sexton (Chexton): All My Heart Desires Just A Little Fun In the Dark It’s You or It’s No One Partners People Like Us The Real Deal Shock to the System Tying Up Loose Ends What I Did For Love Will Halstead/April Sexton (Sexstead): Space Is Just A Word

Will Halstead/Natalie Manning (Manstead): Already Gone God Gave Me You Healing It’s All Too Much Not the First

Adam Ruzek/Hailey Upton (Upzek): Watching You Breathe Adam Ruzek/Kim Burgess (Burzek): Chances Are Forever Yours In Your Arms Only Hope Twisted Up Inside When I’m With You Erin Lindsay: Half Alive The Time Has Come Hank Voight: Blink Jay Halstead/Erin Lindsay (Linstead): Fall Home Again I Come Undone Keep Smiling Leave a Light On Noble Causes Not What It Seems Piece of My Heart Where You Belong Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton (Upstead): The Divorce Everything I Do Natural The One Open Up Rainy Days The Space Between Us Stay With Me Support System Wish You Were Here Wonderful Things You Turned My World Upside Down Kevin Atwater: Somebody’s Watching Me Kim Burgess: Eyes Wide Open    

Jason Bell/Maggie Bell: Losing Battle

O.A Zidan./Maggie Bell: If I Knew When I’m In Your Arms Stuart Scola/Kristen Chazal: Happier

Elliot Stabler/Olivia Benson (Bensler): Bad For the Soul Elliot Stabler & Olivia Benson (Bensler) Friendship: Empty Fast Friends

[helloimac3]

#愛車 #willvi #壊れた #おうち時間 #コロナに負けるな #dontlosetocovid19 #今を乗り越えよう #スマホ撮影 今日は土曜日に行われた幼稚園の運動会の振替休日。 なのだが…運動会が終わりさあ家に帰ろうと車に乗ってドアを閉めようとしたら運転席の取っ手が壊れた😱 今日はまずはいつも診てもらっている車屋さんに行ってから動こうとするか。 いるかなー💦 そしてこれは直せるんだろうか😭 https://www.instagram.com/p/CFqOQDQJPc-/?igshid=i522l5e7nugf

[fosteen]

I think I've finally finished writing the first chapter of a pjo fic i've had in mind since.... 2019? My english has improved so much since then, but eh I'm still anxious about the grammar and all that langage stuff.

It's a willvis fic, obviously, but I've also started to write a one or two chapter story about Julia Feingold. Since I'm technically on vacation from school and only working 25 hours a week I'll have time to write this summer (yay!)

Anyway I'm stressing out about posting it but fuck it it's hot girl summer and hot girls write fanfiction about background characters (and I'll join @miraclesnail on the willvis tag and that's honestly an honour)

[fosteen]

Willvis for the ship bingo thingie 😄

this isn't gonna surprise anyone but-