#ambassador nico

[mondstaub1]

Solangelo headcanon

So Nico mostly wears baggy clothes in canon, exept for when he is doing his ambassador duty. So imagine him in typical well fitting, skin showing, long black tunic: WILL WOULD LOSE HIS MIND! Sorry but the dude must have looked like a mix between a love sick puppy and a horny dog.

I just think Nico is super pretty and I love fanart where the campers wear typical greek clothes.

[yonemurishiroku]

Something something Nico appearing in the middle of a fight - in a suit, of all things: black Italian slim-fit, wine red tie and velvet gloves, a laurel wreath, sleeve garters, skull cufflinks and dress shoes - to help fight off the monsters.

And when the other stares, Nico just rolls his eyes, grumbling, “I was in the middle of a business meeting.”

Nothing it’s just me suddenly very interested in the image of Nico di Angelo taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie, all the while scowling and keeping his sword pointed at the vicious monster. “Ugh, I hate fighting in this thing.”

Edit: god bless soup for the art

[pardon-me-what-the-fuck]

I have no reason to be so attached to the concept of Nico being the reincarnation of Odysseus other than they are both identified by three main traits which are: fraud, deception, and lies/ gaslight gatekeep, girlboss

(Sexy thighs are a bonus)

[dreamyzworldlove]

headcanon that for a while nico doesn’t have a mortal job he just does underworldy tasks as the ambassador of pluto but when talking to mortals they eventually ask what he does for a living and nico says that he “works for his family” (coupled with the fact that it’s Known he’s italian) people think he’s in the mob

[starlightshadowsworld]

There's not enough Nico and Thalia interactions.

Both of them lost their mothers because of the actions of Zeus.

Both of them lost a sibling on a quest and have to continue life without them.

Jason was one of the most important people in both of their lives and they've both lost him.

Not once.

But twice.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I'm not sure if this counts as a fancast because i couldn't find the 1st person's age(and i TRIED)so let's just call them faceclaims if they're actually any different!For the Dead Sea Siblings

Cai Lullaby for Percy,Caleb Mclaughlin for Nico and Riele Downs for Hazel!The last one is an old fandom classic and the middle one is me not hating Finn but please there are other Nico's🙏🏼This is them specifically throught Tales of Dead Seas,my post Hoo sequel remake because sorry but T///oa was bad even as just a concept and the excecution didn't do it any favors

@xoxopercy @insomniac-jay @moonage-gaydream @julieemarine @floof-ghostie @desi-pluto @refrigeratedboombursts @franollie @themyscxiras @confused-wizard @mik3stuff @ciieli @angel-beloved @leo-thecactus @biandbored @genderfluid-bat @sarasanddollar @jellyfilledeyes @jellyjays @mayameanderings @9ragonmew @tuxedkitt @yukii0nna @ph4ntomed @eyelessrabbit

[dailysolangelodoodle]

Daily Solangelo Doodle Day #2

Cartoony little Nico for today!

sketch under the cut

[ssavinggrace]

it hits my head and I feel wrong.

my body's looking wrong.

my body's looking wrong.

MY BODY'S LOOKING WRONG.

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

gay leo this aroace leo that. shut up & listen to me.

pansexual leo

[nicohate]

still think nicobook shouldn’t have taken place in tartarus / been abt that kind of stuff at all - nico’s a weird character that we see thru other’s perspectives + some of his own dialogue in boo and i think it should’ve stayed that way. love him being mysterious already but would’ve been funnier to have a book of his travels that would just lead to more questions bc that’s just how he is 🤹

[skyhawkstragedy]

POWER RANGERS NINJA STEEL | K-POP POSITIONS

[pyromaniac4198]

Nico: now, with this goddess you introduce yourself using titles, with the most important first. So I'd be Nico di Angelo, ambassador of pluto, wanderer of the Pit.

Percy: ok.

Percy: hi, I'm percy jackson, boyfriend of Annabeth...

[yonemurishiroku]

No but it would be hilarious if Nico can be completely oblivious of his impactful position.

I mean it in the way that Hades is clearly putting more trust, privileges and responsibilities on him than any other demigod can come close to, and yet Nico still thinks it’s nothing, that those are just petty “errands” his father requests of him as an excuse to give him extra allowance.

Something like:

Nico: What do you mean favorite? Dad doesn’t play favorite.

Apollo: Nico, Uncle is forging you a crown as we’re talking, right now.

Or another, when Nico thought his promotion was in account of the crucial time only:

Hades: So, since you’re my Ambassador—

Nico: Wait, I’m not your Ambassador, dad. It’s not war anymore. You can drop it now.

Hades *looks at him dead in the eye*: You are my Ambassador, son.

Actually I kinda like this^^ because that’s a cement claim from Hades that Nico has gained his respect, and Nico can feel his father’s love for him transparently for the first time.

[pardon-me-what-the-fuck]

Imagine if Nico as he got older started to become more… godly like nico in my au is a legacy of nike, Aphrodite, and Thanatos courtesy of his mothers side of the family might explain more. But like he is so connected to the mythical world more then the mortal world he slowly turns more godly. His blood color changes from red to black, when his blood touches anything besides himself it becomes this acid like substance that he takes advantage to kill enemies. Although he hates it since his blood color being red was the only thing that makes hin believe he is still part mortal he thinks its cool

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico has gone soft.

He’s gone soft.

Unbelievable.

“What,” he growls, yanking open his cabin door.

That’s the issue with it all — a year ago, if someone came pounding at his door, in the middle of the night, for literal minutes as he desperately tried to ignore them, he wouldn’t even bother with words. He’d come out swinging; fists or sword or both.

But look at him now.

Using his words.

He’s a pacifist.

“Can I please sleep with you,” blurts the interloper, and both of them go very intensely red at the same time.

Nico drags his hand down his face. (Because he is furious, not because he’s trying to hide his glowing cheeks.) “Solace, I swear to all that is holy.”

Will waits for him to finish. Nico chooses not to, letting the threat hang in the air. Will can imagine what Nico wants to do to him. Hopefully it involves screams of pain and agony, because that is the vibe he is sending.

“I — please,” whines the biggest thorn in Nico’s side, when it becomes obvious he is not opening the door any further. (Will even shivers, pitifully, and Nico refuses to notice the tank top and unwisely short shorts he’s wearing as PJs. That’s his problem. It’s October. Camp-monitored weather or not, he should know better.) “Please please please can I sleep here? Just for tonight?”

The issue is that he really does look so pitiful. His nose is red, slightly, and his eyes are big and blue and shining in the faint light of Greek fire torches, and the pout on his face is just short of emotionally moving. He glows in the moonlight, too, freckles shining like dotted stars; all of him awash in silver like a marble statue of Hellenistic tragedy.

Nico sighs.

Will brightens.

Nico opens the door, just a little.

Will darts inside.

Nico is a weak, weak man. Truly.

“You have your own cabin,” he grouches, scowl twisted and potent and pointed in Sun Boy’s direction. Will either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, rocking back on his heels and observing the cabin as if he hasn’t been inside dozens of times to harass Nico in dozens of different ways.

“Never been here at night,” he muses, and Nico seriously considers collapsing to his knees and yelling at the top of his lungs. (But he is the dignified Ambassador of Pluto, King of the Shadows, so he does not. Instead, he vows to wait until Solace is finally gone, so he can wallow in peace.)

“Feel free to return to your own cabin at any given time,” Nico says pointedly. He ignores the second pout he knows is aimed at his back, crawling back into his bed and beginning the slow, meticulous process of layering himself in his fourteen and a half blankets.

“I can’t!”

The mattress springs of the spare bed across from Nico whine in protest as Will throws himself dramatically upon it. Nico refuses to look at him, and also refuses to ask the question Will is trying, with great difficulty, to make him ask. If he wants to march in here and make himself a nuisance, he can do it without Nico’s help, that’s for damn certain.

Will huffs. “It’s too dark in my cabin.”

There’s a second as the words travel from sparks in Will’s brain, to less abstract thought, to language, to a sound beginning with vibrations in his throat and floating through the air, tickling the delicate hairs in Nico’s ear and re-translating themselves to sparks inside his own brain. It takes but a moment, a millisecond, a delay too small for either of them to register. In that moment, Nico closes his eyes and wonders, clearly, to himself: is this really better than living alone on the streets, hunted nonstop by monsters? Is it?

“William,” he says, very, very slowly, ignoring the reflective, chirped Not my name! in reply. “William, I am going to kill you.”

See, every cabin has its quirks. Zeus’, for instance, resembles a mausoleum. (Nico should know. He’s picnicked in several.) Athena’s resembles a library, sleeping and living an afterthought. His own cabin, remodelled after whatever fool made it look like Count Dracula’s wet dream, now closely resembles his bedroom in his father’s palace, were his bedroom shared and less frigidly unwelcoming.

Apollo’s cabin is made of solid gold. The interior is painted with bright, overlapping murals made by generations of talented artists, fairy light strung across the ceiling and curled around bedposts, sun lamps and skylights peppering every square foot. Warmly lit and welcoming, in the inside, eyesore on the outside. Nico wouldn’t be able to find the shadow of a speck of dust in that cabin. He has no idea how anyone sleeps.

“William,” he repeats, incredulous. Four of his blankets slip from their meticulous pile, and Will stares right back, wide-eyed but unafraid. “William, please use your fucking eyeballs.”

Will gasps. Hand pressed to his chest, genuinely aghast, like Nico had just insulted his mother.

“Nico!” he chastises. “Language, lordie!”

Nico refuses to smile.

He refuses.

“Solace, this place is made of shadow. You are full of shit, telling me your cabin is too dark. Literally what are you yapping about.”

Will holds his gaze for a moment, still glaring. But stubborn as he is, Nico has the better glower of the two of them — Will is more practiced at the silent treatment. He huffs, relenting.

“Jus’ feels dark,” he mumbles, so quietly Nico has to strain to hear him. “‘N it’s quiet.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Is this about Kayla and Austin going home this year?” he asks softly, awkwardly.

Will nods miserably.

“Well — I mean — in that case —”

He stumbles over his words, face glowing. He doesn’t know how to say what he wants to say without embarrassing himself, without missing the mark — you’re welcome here, Will? Of course you are? I answered the door for you, Will? I let you in, Will? For anyone else, I would have slammed it in their face, Will? I have before?

“Just — sleep it off,” is what he ends up saying, wincing as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Will snorts. “Yeah, lemme just dodge the crushing loneliness with a quick five hours.”

“Piss off, you know what I —” Nico frowns. “Five hours?”

“It’s two somethin’ in the morning, darlin’. I’ll be up when the sun rises.”

Nico glances at the blackout curtains hanging from the window frames.

Not this time, he thinks, as quietly as he can.

“Right,” he says. He waits a beat. “Goodnight, you pain in my ass.”

Will beams at him. He can’t see it, but he can feel it, practically, the glowing warmth of it, and he shoves his face in his own pillow before he does something embarrassing like smile back.

“Night! Love you bunches.”

He screams slightly into the silk pillowcase. “You are the biggest dweeb in the world.”

“…Aw.”

“Shut up. I love you too. Sleep immediately or I’ll gag you.”

“Yeesh, Nico, let’s discuss our fantasies before we dive into any —”

“I am going to kill you to death, Solace, I swear on the palace of my father —”

“Okay, yeesh, Prince of Darkness, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

Will’s snickering is an annoyingly welcome sound in the usually silent cabin. Nico ignores it for his own peace of mind, waiting for it to fade into even breathing before he lets out the breath he was holding, sagging into his bedsheets. He peaks over the mound of blankets and pillows, eyes adjusting easily to the dark, and traces Will’s lanky frame; on top of the covers, because of course he is, bare leg hanging off the side of the bed and arm hooked around his own head. He’s been asleep for a few minutes at most, but his curls already frizz and tangle in a messy halo all around his head, as if he’s been tossing and turning for hours. His mouth is parted just slightly, Cupid’s bow pink and pursed.

“Love you, stronzello,” he whispers again, fondly, and smiles as his own eyes flutter shut.

———

(He wakes up at noon to Will rushing around the cabin, panicked, shoving his feet into his flipflops and buzzing about being late to his shift. He brains himself on the door frame in his rush to get to the infirmary.)

(“Karma,” Nico calls to his retreating back, snickering.)

(He thinks he’ll let Will sleep over more often.)

[starlightshadowsworld]

Nico storming Camp Jupiter after Jason admits no one looked for him when he was missing.

Like... "They raised you for 13 years and than abandoned you?!"

Jason: It's alright... I mean everyone leaves eventually..

Nico: kisses him not me, never