#apollo/naomi

[thesungod]

apollo/naomi is that couple who never dies. yk. they occasionally flock to each other’s side again and again throughout naomi’s life. it’s not serious, they have other relationships and by the end they are more like friends who occasionally have sex, but they still never really let it die. will never suspects a thing and he’s 100% convinced they never saw each other again after he was born. when he’s out of the picture because she’s on tour, you can bet Apollo’s gonna be in the backstage like “nice voice🥰 but you know what else is nice? my ass🤪” and she falls for it every single time. she’s aware her standards of romance are kind of low but well. he really does have a nice ass

[tsarisfanfiction]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family, Romance Characters: Apollo, Will Solace, Nico di Angelo, Naomi Solace

Naomi Solace is performing at a black tie event, and neither her son nor his boyfriend know much about formalwear.

Day two of @solangeloweek “black tie event”; this prompt had me stuck for ages because I couldn’t think of a situation where they’d ever be likely to go to a black tie event, but I figured it out eventually.  Timeline-wise, we’re post-TOA here.

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Will was fidgeting.  The ace bandage had made a reappearance around his wrist, something his son only pulled out when he was particularly agitated and needed something to absent-mindedly fiddle with, and had been repeatedly wrapped and unwrapped throughout Apollo’s entire visit to camp and his children.  Of course, ADHD was something that Will, like most demigods, had, so that by itself wasn’t enough to get more than a passing mental note, but the way Nico kept nudging him in the side as though he wanted Will to do something in particular caught Apollo’s attention and held it.

He didn’t act on it, though; whatever it was, it was Will’s business and Apollo might be curious, but he wasn’t about to push his son if he didn’t want to talk, no matter how blatant Nico’s hints grew throughout the day.

His son’s boyfriend, however, seemed to have no such qualms and as the shadows began to lengthen and Apollo realised he ought to leave sooner rather than later, Nico di Angelo grabbed Will by the bandage-free wrist and bodily dragged him until Apollo had two demigods standing in front of him after the rest of his children had bid him good evening and filtered towards the campfire.

Will had moved onto worrying his lower lip with his teeth, and Apollo frowned in concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked; there had to be something wrong if Nico was physically intervening. The son of Hades knew better than to do that unless Will needed it.

His son’s cheeks had flushed faintly, a dusting of pale pink peeking out from beneath his freckles, and Will’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

“Will needs your help,” Nico told him after a moment, when it was clear that Will wasn’t going to find his voice.

“What’s wrong?” Apollo repeated again, more urgently as he gave his son a thorough visual inspection. There was no sign of injury, no pain crying out on the edges of his awareness, but that didn’t eliminate many possibilities in the grand scheme of things.  “Will, are you okay?”  He reached out and put his hands on his son’s shoulders, resisting the urge to drag him into a hug while he performed a more thorough check on his welfare.

Will’s cheeks flushed darker.  “It’s nothing, Dad,” he mumbled, his voice managing to escape his throat again.  Apollo was not at all reassured by the words when he was well aware that Will had a disposition for hiding things so as not to worry others.  “I’m okay, I just…”

He trailed off, but Apollo was the god of music and his hearing was easily sharp enough to pick out the words past the stage a mortal would have found them audible.  I just need some help with some clothes.

Whatever Apollo had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that, and his immediate thought was why the two demigods – because Nico was clearly aware of whatever was causing this – had decided to ask him over the fashion-conscious members of cabin ten, or even the sensible and experienced Chiron.

That thought was almost instantly overtaken by a growing bubble of joy in his chest as he realised Will was asking him because he was his father, and trusted him to be able to help.  He had to concentrate to make sure he didn’t flash like a lightbulb in delight; as his child, Will might not have his retinas permanently damaged by such a display, but Nico would be another matter entirely, as well as the other campers in the vicinity.

“I’d love to help!” he beamed, giving in to the urge to hug his son – and Nico, because Nico was still holding onto Will’s wrist, although his fingers had slipped down to tangle with Will’s, and Apollo wasn’t planning on pulling them apart – because it was the safest way to showcase his delight and relief.  “Show me what you’ve got so far and I’ll see what I can do.  Any particular theme?”

He was no Aphrodite, but he certainly kept up with fashionable trends.  The fact that Will looked enough like his preferred appearance that the same things would look good on both of them definitely didn’t hurt.

“It’s one of Mom’s concerts,” Will told him from where he was squished against the side of Apollo’s throat, and Apollo reluctantly let him pull back so they could talk more easily. “She got requested to perform for some rich guys and it’s near here so she asked me and Nico to come, but it’s a black tie sort of thing and, well.”  He shrugged, gesturing at his current ensemble of camp t-shirt, denim cut-offs and flip-flops.  “I know nothing about formal clothes.”

Apollo glanced over at Nico, whose own pale skin had gained a splash of colour.  “Is it just Will who needs my help?” he asked, and the son of Hades looked away.

“I know how to wear smart stuff,” the black-haired boy huffed, and Apollo let the subject drop for the moment, but made a mental note to revisit it once Will was sorted, because that was more of a half-truth than a full truth.

He turned his attention back to his son.  Will was right that formal was definitely not his son’s usual style, or anything remotely close to it, but he also knew that Will would want to get it right, if not for himself, then for Naomi.

Black tie was particularly fussy to get right, and if Apollo was honest, not really his preference – but then again, he was a god who was supposed to stand out, not blend in seamlessly with peers, and while some sky blue accents to match Will’s eyes would look amazing on his son, it was a major faux pas for such a formal event.

“Well, let’s get started,” he said, already sizing up his son and imagining him in various shades of midnight blue, trying to find the perfect one.

“Now?” Will asked, eyes wide.  Apollo detected some hope in them.  “But the concert isn’t until-”

“Now,” Apollo confirmed, putting an arm around his shoulders and steering him towards the Big House.  “This will take some time.”

At the last word, the look on his son’s face changed to one that could almost have been of horror.

“You’ll look fantastic when I’m done,” Apollo assured him.  “Nico won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you all evening.”  He sent a wink at the son of Hades, whose pale complexion was completely swallowed by crimson.

“Dad!”  Will’s cheeks had reached the same colour, and Apollo squeezed him against his side briefly.

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction,” he promised with a smile.  “I can assure you, you’ll only have eyes for Nico, too.”  He refrained from providing personal anecdotes at the last moment; the boys were, after all, still minors by current societal standards and his own experiences of partners in formalwear had very different endings to the evening.

“I’m just gonna-”  The rest of Nico’s words were swallowed up by shadows as he escaped the conversation, to a distressed noise from Will, who clearly hadn’t expected the abandonment.

Apollo wasn’t surprised that Nico had decided not to hang around for Will’s fitting, although if the son of Hades thought that meant he was escaping his own appointment afterwards, he was sorely mistaken.  Regardless whether or not they were attending as an open couple or as closeted friends – a decision he would leave entirely in their hands – they were going to match if Apollo had any say in it at all.

“Did you have to do that?” his son sulked at him, cheeks stubbornly red even as blue eyes fixed him with a disapproving look.

“It’ll be better if he doesn’t see your look in advance,” Apollo advised, guiding Will across the threshold of the Big House and towards one of the lesser-used rooms.  Once upon a time, back when the camp was new, it had been Asclepius’ bedroom; now, rather aptly, it was a long-stay room for those who needed extended medical attention.  “First impressions only happen once!”

The next noise out of Will’s throat was a considering one, as though he hadn’t thought about it from that angle.  Well, he was only fifteen, and this was his first properly formal occasion.

Apollo nudged his son into standing in the middle of the room – it was well-lit, one of the reasons he’d selected this particular lesser-used room – and persuaded him to stand as still as he could while he paced around him, gauging his son’s athletic build and visualising exactly where the seams would need to fall.

Then he snapped his fingers, and a Tom Ford outfit materialised on the bed.  Not one of the biggest names in fashion – more up and coming than anything else – but both Naomi and Will were Texan.  It felt natural to go with a Texan designer.

That nuance, understandably, escaped Will, who was staring at the midnight blue silk as though it was about to bite him.

“Try it on,” Apollo coaxed, and Will jerked.

“That?” he asked, as though he thought there might be something else Apollo was referring to.

Apollo smiled encouragingly at him.  “That,” he confirmed.

“Do I want to know how much this is worth?” Will asked as he cautiously stepped forwards to touch the fabric.  “No,” he decided before Apollo could even open his mouth to give an answer.  “No, I don’t.”

Out of respect for his son’s modesty, Apollo averted his eyes as Will stripped off his regular attire and pulled on the formal clothing, only turning back around when his son let him know he was decent.

The sockless feet poking out from beneath the trouser hems were an amusing sight, but Apollo decided to focus on making sure the fit of all the fabric was perfect before details like adding socks – something he knew Will wasn’t going to be overly impressed with.

As he’d warned, sorting out the outfit, from the tuxedo and shirt to cufflinks and socks, took hours. Curfew had certainly passed by the time he deemed himself satisfied, and Will was obviously rather overwhelmed by the complexity of it all, but Apollo was confident that once the shock of wearing something smart had worn off, he’d be satisfied with how he looked, too.

Nico wasn’t going to know what hit him when he saw Will – and on that note, Nico was next.

The harpies didn’t dare bother Will as Apollo walked him – back in his usual, casual outfit with the black tie attire safely secured in Apollo’s palace on Olympus where no harm could possibly come to it ahead of time – back to cabin seven, via a detour to cabin thirteen so he could say goodnight to his boyfriend.  Nico had managed to lose the blush in the interim hours, and Apollo tried not to seem like too awkward a chaperone as he let them bid each other goodnight before chivvying his son to bed where children of the sun were supposed to be during Artemis’ shift.

All children really ought to be asleep by then, but with Will absent and unaware, Apollo found it to be the best opportunity to get Nico sorted out, too – the son of Hades was far less reluctant about it without Will watching, no doubt because he wanted to surprise him – and they spent half the night arranging Nico’s own attire, before it was secreted away in the shadows, ready and waiting for the big day.

The big day – or, to be more precise, evening – was two months later, during which time Apollo had quietly reassured Naomi that Will and Nico both had appropriately black tie outfits, no she didn’t need to buy them anything, and also wrangled his own invitation to the event.  He refused to miss any of it, from the boys’ reactions to each other to Naomi in her fabulous dress (he hadn’t had any say in that, unfortunately, but it was appropriately stunning for a stunning woman) and, of course, her performance.

Being able to be in multiple places simultaneously was, as always, incredibly useful, and Apollo utilised it to its full capacity as he helped both boys wrangle the delicacies of tying a bow tie – of course they had the real things and not imitation clip-ons – in their respective “dressing rooms” (Asclepius’ room and cabin thirteen) at the same time, whilst also dressing himself in an equally appropriate outfit up on Olympus. Neither of the boys knew he was going to be there, and he was planning on keeping it that way as long as possible – no need to distract them from the visions of each other.

Vision was the perfect word to describe both boys, and as Apollo stepped back from straightening Will’s black bow tie at the same moment he finished Nico’s, he knew his words from two months earlier would come true – neither of them would be able to take their eyes off of each other.

It was difficult to say which boy’s jaw dropped first when they finally caught sight of the other in full black tie regalia, and Apollo contentedly stepped back to watch and appraise the pair of them together.

Clad in identical midnight blue, the traditional black tie colour, shawl-lapelled tuxedoes cut crisp silhouettes while braided trousers fell precisely to their ankles.  White pleated shirts met the waistband under black cummerbunds, and both boys’ shoes shone so much they could be used as mirrors.

The differences lay in their accessories; Nico, as always, wore his polished silver skull ring, and his cufflinks were equally polished silver.  Will, as befitting a son of Apollo, was instead accessorised with gold cufflinks.

With both sets of wavy locks tamed – neither were quite long enough to tie back, to Apollo’s private disappointment, but there was a smooth sheen to Nico’s now slicked-back black hair, while Will’s golden waves seemed to almost glow in the setting sun – and weapons out of sight (Apollo was particularly proud of the way he’d concealed Will’s knife in the cummerbund without it showing any signs of its presence, yet easily accessible should his son need it; Nico’s Stygian Iron sword was stored in the shadows), they looked like respectable, high-class young men.

If Apollo snapped a few photographs with a camera Naomi had passed to him for that exact reason while they were too distracted by each other’s appearance to remember his presence, well, Will’s mother would be delighted.

He allowed them a few minutes of admiring each other, tints to their cheeks that they couldn’t quite blame on the sunset, before he reminded them of his presence.  The concert was in New York, but Apollo had volunteered to get the boys there himself rather than risk their outfits by leaving them to travel by mortal means – the last thing anyone wanted was for them to be attacked, and Nico’s mention of shadow travel had been vetoed before he’s even finished mentioning it.

“Close your eyes,” he warned, placing a light hand on each boy’s shoulder, and as soon as they did so, he transported them directly outside of the venue.  He also took that moment to merge with his self on Olympus, transforming his own appearance into his own attire for the evening.

“Dad, you- what?” Will asked, the first to open his eyes and see the change.  Apollo grinned at him.

“I wouldn’t miss your Mom’s concert for anything,” he declared.  “Shall we?”

He was delighted to see tension bleed from his son’s shoulders as the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be leaving them to navigate the high-class world of black tie events alone sank in.  Even Nico looked relieved when Apollo materialised all three invitations in his hand and led the way to the entrance, breezing them all in without drawing too much attention to the boys.

Being a god, it was very easy to draw all eyes on him instead, no matter how amazing Will and Nico looked.  A little bit of intentional presence leaking out, and the boys turned near enough invisible in his shadow, much to their clear relief.

Naomi was, as always, breath-taking.  While Apollo was sat near the boys – absolutely by design, although he left them enough space to not crowd what was effectively a date – his attention was entirely on the gorgeous singer on the stage, reminded not for the first time why Will existed. Clad in a floor-length deep burgundy gown, with her dirty blond hair coiffed in a simple yet elegant style, the only thing more attractive than her appearance was her voice.

The boys more or less slipped under his radar for the entire time she was performing, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

It wasn’t until Naomi came over, her performance finished, that he let his attention fall back towards the demigods.

“They look fantastic,” Naomi commented quietly.  “I don’t think I saw them take their eyes off of each other once.”

Apollo shrugged.  “I was too enraptured watching you,” he admitted shamelessly and she laughed, a melodic sound that finally drew her son’s attention away from his sharply-dressed boyfriend.

“Mom, that was amazing!”  Will almost stumbled as he stood, Nico’s quick reflexes catching his elbow.

Naomi glowed and peeled away from Apollo’s side to embrace her – their – son.  “Thank you, darling.”  She pressed a light kiss into blond waves before pulling back to inspect Will. “You look gorgeous, doesn’t he, Nico?”

Nico’s agreement was immediate, and Will blushed at the praise.

“Like mother, like son,” Apollo had to say, and Naomi laughed again.

“Like father, like son,” she returned, and Apollo might have preened a little at that while Will attempted to hide his face in an amused Nico’s shoulder.

“Mind the tux,” the son of Hades commented lightly, and got a mumbled shut up in response.

Naomi let out another melodic peal of laughter, hooking her arm through a very willing Apollo’s.  “Don’t they look adorable together?” she asked. “They both wear formal clothes so well.”

“Absolutely,” Apollo agreed easily, leaning into the body pressed against his side and slipping an arm around Naomi’s waist.  From the way she reciprocated the action, and the look in her eyes as she glanced at him, Apollo’s advances were clearly far from unwelcome.

Will, who had just lifted his head, let out a whine before burying his face back in Nico’s shoulder again.  “I’m not sure how I feel about my parents flirting in front of me,” he muttered.

“Well, honey, you’ve got your own eye candy to focus on if you don’t want to see me appreciating mine,” Naomi chirped, and both boys flushed red.  “Nico, darling, you look precious.  I can understand why Will barely looked at me tonight.”

“Mom!”

“No need to be embarrassed, honey,” she assured him.  “I know Nico was looking at you, too.”

“Ms Solace!”  The call interrupted Nico’s stammered response and Apollo felt her sigh against him.

“The woes of popularity,” she commented, slipping out of Apollo’s hold.  He let her go, but with no small amount of reluctance.  “I’ll be back again later, boys.  Enjoy yourselves in the meantime.”

Will and Nico both got light kisses to the hair, and Apollo had to consciously stop himself from glowing when her glossed lips made contact with his cheek.

Then she was gone, her burgundy dress slipping between the sea of dark tuxedos and evening gowns towards whoever had called her.  Apollo watched her go until she was blocked from sight by the other bodies, before turning back to the boys.

His son’s face was a little screwed up, as though something was bothering him.

“That’s weird to watch,” Will muttered, and Apollo’s brain must have followed Naomi because his mouth didn’t wait for approval before speaking.

“There’s a reason you exist.”

Will’s face once again reacquainted itself with Nico’s shoulder.  “Dad!”

“Well, I’m happy that reason exists,” Nico commented, and got a betrayed noise from his boyfriend, who straightened with a huff.

“This is very high on the list of things I never want to think about,” Will complained.  “Can we please change the topic?”

Apollo chuckled, but acquiesced.  “I’m going to go mingle for a while,” he said, eyeing the other guests.  There were some familiar faces he wanted to touch base with while he had the excuse; Naomi Solace was not the only talent around, although she was the only one he had more than a talent scouting eye for that evening.  It felt wrong even considering anyone else like that with her son in the vicinity. “Stay together and don’t touch the alcohol.”

He got matching eyerolls for his bit of responsible parenting, but neither boy protested the idea of him leaving them to fend for themselves for a while (not that he was going to completely ignore them; as minors they were supposed to be under supervision), so with one last, “be good,” he slipped away into the crowd.

Unsurprisingly, they immediately retreated into their own little bubble, and he watched them for a moment as they found some seats again and bent their heads together, quickly absorbed in a quiet conversation that was overlooked and ignored by the surrounding adults, before, satisfied, he shimmied over to his first conversation target.

They’d be fine. No-one should disturb them, and when it got too late, Apollo could whisk them back to camp and make sure they didn’t ruin their clothes taking them off half-asleep.

Then he could see how much of her time Naomi was willing to give him without the children around.

[lesbianbanana]

hc that Naomi insists on having a normal nine month pregnancy and Apollo is just there the whole time trying to convince her to let him speed run it.

[hogoflight]

the thought of Naomi Solace explaining or just talking about Will’s father in. Any capacity at all. To her Texas friends / more conservative parents is so so funny.

“Oh, he was talking to me about a song he wrote with his ex, Calliope- well, technically he’s still dating her and her 8 sisters, but-“

“??? MA’AM???” “-but in the same vein that he’s technically married to 27 different people, keep up!”

“…oh, how’d you know who for certain the father was, then?”

“Hah, well, I figured it out fairly soon after Will started glowing in the dark like a damn glow stick! Made his father do that more than a few times, y’know what I’m saying?”

“NO, NAOMI, I DO NOT???”

“Why haven’t I met this freaky-overachiever-guy yet? He’d surely be some kind of famous considering everything he knows!”

“Hah, NO he keeps running into my windows every time he visits ‘cuz he can’t see the glass. I tell him to use the door-“

[amiti-art]

My designs for mortal parents of Cabin 7 🏹🎤🎶

Bonus: Apollo showing off all the hot people he pulled

[mrkeatingsblazer]

Rick should make a pjo universe short story book.

Like pair up random characters with a member of the Seven and have them go on stupid quests and just do teenage things.

My favourite one I’ve thought of is Will and Leo going on a road trip to Austin to see Naomi preform. Will was gonna take Nico but Leo caught whiff of the fact he had two tickets and basically begged to go (I headcanon Leo LOVES country music, Naomi Solaces no.1 stan fr). Leo ends up building a fucking truck and is like “ROADTRIP❗️” Will is just like “huh” because he was low-key either gonna get Nico to shadow travel them or cash in his son of Apollo privileges and get him to drive them via the sun chariot.

The whole thing would just be a country filled shitshow and it would be amazing. They’d find themselves in a dance hall, Leo would get flung around on a mechanical bull and Will starts line dancing (of course they found themselves in a thrift shop before this after somehow destroying their clothes and they would buy cowboy boots and hats). A funny little moment would happen of a girl hitting on Will and he’s like “I have a boyfriend!!” And Leo just appears after winning the bull riding record and jumps into a hug with Will and the girl is just like “Awh sorry I didn’t know! You two are such a cute couple” and walks away leaving them flabbergasted.

They’d obviously have to fight a few monsters and maybe an enemy of one of there fathers(I can’t think of one that hasn’t already been defeated, maybe Geryon?!?). Both of them would be running around losing their shit bc neither of them are big fighters but Leo goes into his belt and starts tinkering and he just yells to Will who’s trying to hold the enemy back “Apollo kids have a good shot right” and Will’s like “Yeah but I’m not the best a-“ and Leo just throws something at him and says “shoot this!!!” And will just looks down and he’s holding a fucking gun that has celestial bronze bullets and he just blindly shoots and defeats the monster on his first shot leading him to realise that he has brilliant aim with a gun.This would send him spiralling for a page bc what do you mean he has good aim?!? He’s been horrendous with a bow all these years and all he needed was a gun to activate that power?!?

They would end up at the concert and have a blast (Leo 100% starts crying, Naomi is his Beyoncé) but Naomi would finish a song and invite a special guess out and out comes fucking Apollo. They would sing a duet (islands in the stream or smth idfk) and Will is just shocked. I feel like he would get a little sad and Leo’s just like “bruh you good?” through his own tears and Will just opens up and is like “ they seem so happy together, I wish I grew up with both of them” and Leo just hugs him as they watch Apollo and Naomi sing their hearts out on stage.

Sorry the Will and Leo Texas solidarity/bromance gets to me fr.

But like seriously this would be such a great idea!! Imagine Frank and Clarisse or Piper and Nico going on a random adventure together. It would be so chaotic.

[thestarstoasun]

Will and Naomi Solace don't normally celebrate Easter considering the whole she slept with a Greek god, had a demigod child but could only tell her small-town religious family that she had a one nightstand and got pregnant thing. She had been told they still loved her but was still publicly shamed and shunned until she got famous for her music.

Will didn't think his grandparents, uncles, or aunts deserved his mom in their lives after what they put her through, but he figured if she could forgive them, he could too. Except they didn't know he was bisexual. They didn't know about Nico. Will had been all too willing to tell his sweet, loving, adoring mother about his boyfriend. He made sure Nico knew when he first brought it up that there was no rush, and just like when it came to everything, he was willing to wait forever. (Nico had actually stared at him in disbelief, and with the oh-so-noticeable red splashing across his pale skin muttered a quiet, "Idiota". Will didn't need to be fluent in Italian to know /that one/, even when he first heard it.)

Introducing Nico to his mother was a mistake, not because of any homophobia or monster attacks, but just how much they both love to embarrass him. His mother shares stories and shows pictures (which Will panics about because technology and demigods don't mix well) of a much younger and embarrassing Will, and by the look in Nico's eyes Will knows he is never living it down. In return, his mother learns of his embarrassing flirting in the middle of a war.

The memory was nice now, a year and a half later, especially since Will was currently on the verge of an entire mental breakdown. Being back in Texas had that effect on him. At camp, he locked away all panic, grief, loss, suffering in order to run the infirmary and be strong for his siblings, but here, he had no infirmary and no siblings. He could honestly care less of what these people thought of him - Lee's opinion had mattered, Michael's opinion had mattered, His mama's opinion matters, Nico's feelings and opinion matters. Hades, he cares more for Apollo's opinion than these people, and he was still struggling with his own complicated feelings towards his father - not that they ever showed outwardly.

Will was more worried that these people that shared blood with him would shame his and Nico's relationship and upset his boyfriend. Nico had suffered so much pain and suffering already, especially when it came to his sexuality and accepting that there wasn't anything wrong with himself for loving boys. Will was so proud of how far Nico had come and felt sick to his stomach at being an indirect cause of a relapse.

"You worry too much," The words sounded so beautiful that they must have been spoken by an angel. (They weren't, they were spoken by none other than Nico Di Angelo, but what can he say, he is Apollo's son. It is in his nature to be dramatic at least sometimes.)

"I don't think I worry enough. I mean, there is jus' so much that could go wrong. Mama-" Will shot Nico, who was failing to hide a wide smile, a curious expression unknowingly tilting his head slightly to the right. "What's so amusin' about this?"

"I think I finally understand what Lou Ellen meant when she called you a dog." Will stared blankly absolutely stunned out of his panic, his lips formed a small pout that was absolutely not adorable. Nico got up from where he sat comfortably on Will's bed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, resting his head on Will's shoulder. "Breathe. I'm already prepared to ditch this dinner and shadow-travel us both and your mother out somewhere nice at the slightest sign of trouble. Catholic guilt is a bitch, but I am done letting it, Gods, or anyone control my life."

Will felt both relieved and worried. Nico had learned so much about his boundaries with his powers over the last year, but it didn't mean Will didn't worry. "Is that why-?"

"Yes, that is why I slept so much today, il mio sole. Even before we left camp you were doing that nervous thing where you wrap bandages around your wrist. I figured something was bothering you and it had to do with our vacation. You love your mom, so it was obviously this dinner. I'm from the 30s, not an idiot, William, amore mio."

Will couldn't help but gently remove Nico's arm's from around him and sweep the boy off his feet. This frustrating, self-destructive, annoyingly attractive, smartass paid way too much attention to a simple healer such as himself, but Will couldn't imagine his life without Nico in it anymore. The half-hearted glare he received filled him with so much warmth and made him smile so wide it hurt, which in turn caused Nico to turn away to hide the slight upturn of his own lips.

[theveryattacheduser]

will solace headcanons because I felt like it: -he doesn't have a filter whatsoever. he says whatever is on his mind whenever he wants. sometimes he would say things that should not be told in a situation he is in. - He is a big indie music fan, Like he is constantly searching for a new underrated artist. he is also a huge oldie, mainly cause Naomi influenced him. just has a really good music taste -did his own piercings. no explanation. he just did it cause he was bored. -He learned sign language when he was 4 and just continued learning it. -He is very popular around children. like all children love him. he doesn't know why. they just do. -his wardrobe consists of shorts, jeans, and shirts. he only owns one hoodie and one pair of sweatpants. he just finds them more comfortable. -a hopeless romantic who is hopeless when it comes to romance. he just can't flirt. however, he is the best when it comes to date nights and gifts and accommodating love languages -very sarcastic, maybe too sarcastic because sometimes his sarcasm can come off as being for real. -he seems like the type of person to love friends - and he definitely raged and criticized everything in medical shows -when he is excited his freckles and hair glow. when he is upset, his hair and freckles deepen in color. -he has a pet cat named toaster. he loves toaster with his whole heart. He is also allergic to toaster. -sucky immune system, gets sick too often -refuses to sleep, can't sleep, never sleeps. -he is a history nerd. he can rant about history all day every day 24/7 -he LOVESSSS ice skating, like a lot -the whole corner of his room is just plants. all of them have their own names. -he has one of those aesthetic fairy light polaroid pictures. all of them vary from him and Nico, the camp, toaster, Naomi, everything. -very talkative lad -energetic in front of strangers, calm in front of close friends -he can't cook, please never let him cook -he is like an incredible listener -bread, he loves any kind of bread -also lactose intolerant -he LOVESSSS souvenirs, and he is an advent collector of souvenirs and soda taps -quality time is his receiving love language, and compliments are his giving love language

-He also buys so many things for his friends, especially Nico

[jasonsjavelin]

art credits: @thetis4 (i believe)

[athenaspeculiardaughter]

Sally: so ladies the situation is serious

Naomi: really serious

Emma: what can we do

Sally: there's 2 solutions

Naomi and Emma: ??

Sally: we're going to shout at the gods knowing that Poseidon and Apollo will listen to us

Naomi: yeah?

Sally: or we adopt all of the demigods with family issues

Emma: why not both?

Sally: I like that

Paul: I don't want to break the mood but where are they going to sleep?

Sally,Naomi and Emma: *bad look*

Paul: ok I understood *ran away*

@thepeculiarbird @thedarklordyna

[nonascoldcoffee]

my personal headcanon for will is that everyone in camp assumes he was claimed because he just had a "natural grace" while working in the infirmary

but in reality, apollo randomly was checking up on the camp and saw some curly blonde kid and was like "oh shit he looks like my favorite baby mama"

[kitkats-and-kittens]

Saw a post earlier about Naomi Solace and I am now obsessed with her being the Percy Jackson verse equivalent to like Taylor Swift or something.

Like Will just offhandedly mentioning that his moms off in Europe for a world tour and everyone at camp being like tf-

I want his first time walking into the Apollo Cabin to be Pipers exact experience, just posters of his mom, records from her really niche tours that he probably went on, signed photos and t-shirts, just everywhere and Will being embarrassed and unsure how to tell his siblings that having pictures of his mom on several walls around his bed is kinda weird.

Also I want Austin to go absolutely feral when he realises he’s roomies with the Naomi’s solaces son.

Like Naomi solace is an absolute Queen and I need more people to recognise that. 😭😭

[hogoflight]

hc that Naomi Solace and Toa Apollo’s post-Toa dynamic is like this: Apollo: (terrified. As he should be. Ringing Naomi’s doorbell.) AH! NAOMI! NO DON’T LEAVE I JUST WANTED TO- Naomi: you come to my house. Leave me with my child for 16 years. Apollo: NAOMI I’M SO SO SORRY I KNOW IT WON’T- Naomi: And you come with a shirt on?? What do you take me for??

Apollo: oh, yeah, of course, my mistake, (he takes his shirt off)

Apollo: (now very shirtless) I HAVE COME TO TRY AND PAY MY CHILD SUPPORT BUT I DO NOT KNOW HOW AN ATM WORKS! COULD YOU PLEA-

[williams-pocket-of-sunshine]

i like to imagine that as a kid will solace would wake up right before the sun came up and watch the sunrise. his mom would hear him awake so early in the morning and ask him what he’s up to and he replies “i woke up and the sunrise is pretty”

bonus: will told nico about this and now sometimes if will wakes nico up while the sun is rising, they watch the sunrise together.

[hyacynta]

naomi solace explaining to her southern fans why she is pregnant with will and isn't married:

[ceeberoni]

if theyre cold youre cold