#incorrect nico and will

[incorectpercyjackson]

Nico: *Wears a slightly lighter shade of black*

Will: I see you're busting out the spring colours

[bugwolfsstuff]

Maria holding baby Nico: Aww your so cute I could eat you up

Hades, who's father ate him as a baby, taking the baby from her: What

[starrrrr-dreeeeam]

he really said

[the-goddess-of-gays]

I need a fic where Nico attempts to explain his sexuality to Hazel without realising that she's even more bewildered by modern-day terminology than he is

Nico: Hazel... I'm gay. Hazel: Are you sure? Because you seem kind of depressed, actually. Nico: Nico: Hazel–

some similar conversations would include:

Percy: There's no excuse for homophobia! Hazel: Why would you be afraid of homo sapiens? Percy: ??? Piper: Hey, Hazel, are you queer? Hazel: Well, I'm a demigod. Of course I'm queer. Piper: *meant lgbtq* ...what? Hazel: *meant weird/peculiar* What? Frank: Hazel, you're an ally, right? Hazel: *offended* Did you think I might be a Nazi? Frank: What? No, I– Hazel: Are you a Nazi?! Frank: No! No, of– Hazel: *dramatically swoons*

[luh-lloyd-garmadone]

Percy: It’s dark as fuck in here, anyone got a flashlight ?

Nico: Yeah , hang on

Nico:*picks Will up, cracking his back *

Will:

Will: *starts to glow*

Percy : 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀

[percabethownsmybutt]

percy: the path to inner peace starts with four words

percy: not my fucking problem

[mysterylilycheeta]

Leo: Do you want to see a butterfly? Jason: Yes Nico, Piper, and Annabeth: NO! Leo: *throws the butter across the table* Percy: Fucking majestic

[pjotwitter]

[lonelysatoru]

bonus tweet:

[urfavsherlockholmeskinnie]

Nico: *yells at Leo in Italian*

Leo: *yells back in Spanish*

Piper: *interrupts them in French*

Will: *says something with his southern accent*

Percy: what the fuck is happening here?

[not-a-teenager-anymore-am-i]

Art by @huanghying

[lilislegacy]

percy, sighing: why are you all in my dorm room

piper: we were bored

hazel: we wanted to see you

nico: we were looking for your blue candy stash

frank, will, and grover: *guiltily looking away from him*

percy: please guys, i had to go to 4 lectures today and took 2 exams. i’m exhausted and just want to go to sleep

leo: ah come on, you know you secretly want to hang out with us

percy: well in about 10 seconds i’m gonna take my pants off, so if anyone wants to stay-

*everyone immediately gets up to leave*

percy: goodnight!

annabeth: leo, i see you crouching behind the mini fridge

everyone staring at him:

leo: what? you’re telling me that none of you are even a little bit curious?

annabeth: get out.

[ddaelie]

[i hope we'll get 1644 photo soon but until then]:

Lewis: *takes a photo with Charles and posts it on his Instagram*

Max in Monaco in 0.5 seconds after that on the threshold of the Rosbergs' house: *banging on the door* Open this damn door, Britney, we need to take a photo!!! Right. Now.

[hyperfixation-fix]

Kayla, showing a new Apollo camper around the cabin while Will is on duty in the infirmary:

...so this is your bed over here-

*pats bed*

-make yourself at home, and this-

*pats Nico's head, who is dozing on a beanbag*

-this is our pet Spawn of Satan, but don't worry! Will has had him de-clawed-

Nico, without moving: I'll kill you Kayla, I swear to god.

Kayla: -but he's still working on socialising him.

Nico: They'll never find the body Kayla, I'm dead serious. I know places.

Camper: ....man you guys are weird

[beepsheeps]

pt 3!! (pt 4) (pt 2)

[existential-life-crisis]

Ok but hear me out:

Nico's Italian right? So if he were to naturally swear it would most definitely be in italian. But he's also from the 1930s/40s so he wouldnt swear, he was raised better than that.

But Will is a country boy (even if Austin, Texas isn't very country (or so I've heard, I'm British, I have no idea), Naomi is and you can't tell me other wise) and has lived in camp with little to no adult guidance for ages. Sooo he should have a very potty mouth.

So while Will cusses like a sailor, you have his boyfriend saying 'fiddle sticks' in italian.

Unrelated note: Did you know that the italian equivalent of by golly/by Jove is giurabbacco which, I kid you not, literally translates to 'I swear by Bacchus'.

So like hypothetically:

[In the dining pavilion]

A very tired Will: *drops something* F**[*insert colourful language here*]

Little 1930s-Catholic-raised Nico: *in utter shock and whispering* ...you swear so much...giurabbacco

Mr D on the other side of the pavilion: yes?