#will solace is a nerd

[mediumgayitalian]

Blue, blue, blue eyes, wet and red-rimmed. White knuckles clenched around worn canvas. Salty cheeks and bitten-bruised lips.

“I’m running away.”

Echoes in a too-large room, quiet breathing in stale air. Freezing toes on marble floor. Struggling lamplight, gaunt shadows.

“Gimme a minute to pack a bag.”

———

“Shh,” Nico hisses, clamping a hand over Will’s mouth to muffle a shriek. A too-warm hand clutches his hip, scrambling for balance. The rickety wooden lattice creaks under their weight.

The freeze, for one, two, three seconds. Nico strains to hear, watching the crystal-clear, freshly-polished Jalousie window.

No light.

They let out their breath at the same time, Will’s exhale making Nico’s cold hands tingle. At Will’s glare, he removes his hand, wrapping it back around the rung.

“Be more careful, you clumsy fuck.”

“I’m trying!”

To his credit, he really is. He checks and double checks before putting his full weight on the lopsided strips of wood only meant to hold up vines. He doesn’t let go of the rung above him until his feet are firmly planted, and he doesn’t stray far enough from Nico that he couldn’t catch him. He knows the drill.

And, yet.

(Truly, Nico has no idea how he climbed up by himself.)

Thankfully, they make it to the soft lawn in one piece. Will stumbles into a hydrangea bush the second he lets go of the lattice. Nico lands with much more grace, snickering.

“This house hates me,” he whispers, pouting. There are several blue flower petals tangled in his hair; Nico decides not to tell him. “Like, actively.”

“You and me both.”

They sneak quickly across the lawn once Will’s upright again, booking it to Nico’s Jeep. Will takes their bags, tossing them in the back, then slides behind the massive, creepy gargoyle-thing that sits between the garage doors as Nico opens the driver’s door as quietly as physically possible. Once he’s seated, he glances over at Will, waiting for his signal — hand held up in wait, four seconds, five, six — then a rapid shooing motion, eyes trained at the security camera. Fast as he can, Nico shifts into neutral without starting the car, craning his neck to watch out the back window as he peels out of the driveway and onto the street. Once safely behind the massive pine tree that marks the edge of the property, he parks, turning the car on and wincing at the noise.

Two minutes later, Will comes barrelling down the driveway, nearly tripping over untied shoelaces.

“I fucked up, they totally saw me, go go go go go!”

Nico doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s in drive and racing down the empty street before Will has the door closed.

After long enough down the narrow roads he is sure nothing has followed them, Nico exhales. Will echoes him, slumping into the creaking leather, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. Nico drives, headlights dim, no streetlights to make anything brighter, until their pounding hearts no longer outroar the wind, until sweat cools to as cold as it can be this far south.

Nico squints into the empty road. If a deer jumps out, they're fucked.

“So,” he says, forgoing his blinker as they turn onto familiarly torn-up roads. There is no one else at this hour. And the woods on either side of the road are a farce, hardly more than a copse of trees — nothing but farmland for hundreds of acres. No risk of death by Cervidae, thank God. Not that they know what blinkers are. “Running away?”

“There’s a rest stop an hour or so east,” Will says, face buried in a map. “We can sleep there and keep going in the morning.”

Go where, Nico wants to ask. He taps his finger on the steering wheel, chewing on his lip.

“Okay,” he relents. Will sighs, quick and quiet. “You gotta direct me, though. And, I swear to God, if you get us lost again, Solace —”

And Will laughs, finally, and it’s small and stilted and there are still tears drying on his cheeks, but it’s real, and stars shine brighter, brighter, brighter.

The two hours to the rest stop pass quickly. Nico is used to long drives, and thankfully he’d filled up a couple days ago, so all he worries about is staying awake and watching for cops. There shouldn’t be any, really, because he’s been the only car on this road the entire time, but Nico isn’t going to chance it. Not again. (He doesn’t have Piper to talk them out of trouble, this time, although Will could possibly manage the task.) 

(Maybe.) 

(Well, it didn't work last time, but never say never.)

“How prepared are we to run away?”

Will is quiet for several long, telling moments.

“Well,” he says finally, and Nico sighs. “I think there’s still blankets and pillows in the trunk from last time.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“It’s June! We’re – sheltered! We’ll be fine.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“Oh, can it.”

He bites his tongue, grinning. He doesn’t actually mind – it is June, and they have blankets, and they're certainly not going to succumb to the elements in the Jeep. Will, too, is like a goddamn space heater; if anything, they’ll wake up in the morning with the windows fogged. 

“I suppose I’ll manage,” he says, watching with interest as a flash of bare skin as Will leans over the seat, sweatshirt riding up his arched back as he digs around for the blankets. He turns back right before Will does, huffing dramatically. “Since there are no other options.”

He fully expects the pillow to the face.

“You’re a dickhead.”

“Dickhead with a license and a vehicle, Sunny Boy, so maybe count your blessings.”

“...Lou Ellen has a car. So there.”

Nico snorts, thinking of the piece of shit Bug that broke down for the twelfth time this year in her driveway, earlier this week. Likely story.

“And, yet.”

“And, yet,” Will agrees, voice significantly softer. He’s fully burrowed in his blanket when Nico looks over; seat reclined as far as it’ll go so he can curl up, knees to chest, all six two of him compressed to something small, delicate. The pillow smushes half his face, and the blanket is pulled up to his nose, and Nico swallows, roughly, because his eyes are bright in the moonlight, and his hair fans, frizzy and damp, slightly, out onto the pillow, and Nico doesn’t need to be a poet to compare his freckled forehead to the starry sky. There is a fragility in him, one he keeps firmly locked inside the deepest parts of him, and as Nico watches it he can see it spilling, pouring, bleeding out of him. In the car, in the dark, in front of Nico. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight,” Nico says hoarsely. 

By the time he gets the courage to look at Will again, his eyes are already closed, breaths slow and even.

———

“Neeks. Neeks. Nico. Hey, Thanatos. Anubis. Gerard Way. Eddie Cullen."

Jab. Jab. Jab.

God, Nico is going to end up in prison.

“I got more, man, I made a list –”

“Will you stop fucking poking me,” Nico hisses, peeking out from his blankets to glare at his aggressor. He regrets it immediately, hissing harder as the sun burns his retinae.

He can feel Will smiling. “Up and at ‘em, Sunshine. It’s road trip time.” He pauses. “And, also, I’m starving. I packed granola bars for us but I ate them all already. Sorry.”

“Fucker.” Reluctantly, he tugs the blanket fully off, sitting upright and stretching his arms above his head. His back cracks satisfyingly. “Don’t suppose you know where the nearest Dunkin’ is, then.”

“Uh, no.” He looks back to find Will’s eyes snapping back to his, face flushed. “We’re just outside of Arcadia, though? So. I’m. Sure there’s one –”

“Are you good?” Nico asks, squinting. “It’s too early for you to be a weirdo, Will, it’s only –” He checks his watch. “Oh, you motherfucker, it’s like six thirty in the morning! Why the hell are we awake?”

“Road trip!” he says. His face, no longer all screwed up and blotchy, returns to its usual blinding beam. 

Great. Now there are two things trying to blind him.

“C’mon, you dork,” Will says again, laughing. He tugs the blanket from Nico’s grip, tossing it haphazardly in the back and pestering him until he scowls, biting out a “Fine, you prick, Jesus,” and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

He’s still not all the way awake, but he dutifully sits up, buckling his seat belt and starting the car. “Nav,” he mutters, tuning out Will’s chatter.

He loves the guy, but, fuck. It’s six thirty in the goddamned morning. He hasn’t seen six thirty in the morning in a long ass fucking time – even before he graduated at the end of May, he was late to homeroom every single day, without fail. Six thirty is an absurd time to be awake. 

“Left here, straight for a bit, and it’ll be on the corner.”

“You’re pointing to the right,” Nico says, patiently, not bothering to fight the smirk cropping up on his face. "Am I turning right or left?"

This, he’s used to.

“I meant right,” Will sulks. “...I said right in my brain.”

“Sure,” says Nico generously, grin widening.

“Fuck off.”

“What? You try very hard, Will. I’m very proud of you.”

“Choke.”

“Few more years, and you’ll be caught up to the kindergarteners.”

“That’s it, di Angelo –”

He laughs, batting away Will’s smacking hands. “Hey! Hey! No hitting the driver, do you want me to crash –”

By the time Will is done trying to beat him up, Nico has long spotted the sad-looking Dunkin’ Donuts, pulling into the empty parking lot and peering inside.

“Is it even open?” he asks, frowning. The lights are on, but it looks…more soulless than usual, somehow.

“Yep,” Will chirps, clicking off his seatbelt. “The chain opens at five. There's a location in Omaha that's open at 4:30, but as far as their policy goes, five is go time.”

“Nerd.”

“It’s okay, Nico. I’ll stay friends with you even if you get dumber than you already are.”

He grins wickedly. “Least I know my lefts and rights.”

He cackles when Will slams the door, stomping to the Dunkin’s entrance. He’s not really mad – he gets quiet when he gets mad – but it’s good to know that he’s won. (Not that it’s hard. Will is witty, sure, and wicked smart, but his buttons are just a smidge too easy to press. Great fun for Nico, who has raging ADHD and could not resist the allure of a shiny red button if it was going to blow up the Earth with him on it.)

Will is nowhere to be found when Nico gets inside, so he assumes he’s in the washroom and walks up to the counter to make their order. A bored girl a couple years younger than him flips a magazine behind the register, nodding as he comes up.

“I’ll have a black coffee and a…” He squints. “God. A butter pecan swirl signature iced latte.”

“With whipped cream and caramel drizzle?”

Nico sighs, resisting the urge to physically wince. “Yes.”

“Anything else?” says the girl, smile pulling at her lips. “I can put sugar in a cup to go, if you want.”

“He’d probably take that, too,” he agrees, snorting. “But nah. Just a couple breakfast sandwiches, if you don’t mind.”

“‘Course.”

She rings him up, letting him know it’s gonna take a minute as the machines boot up. He wanders while he waits, curiously observing a wall of what appears to be scrawled pencil graffiti. Nothing talented, but he has to fight the urge to walk out to the payphone he saw outside and call a few of the numbers, just to see what would happen. 

“Hey,” Will says, startling him. He’s changed his shirt and tied his hair back, looking a million times better than last night. Nico vaguely notices a sudden ease in his own shoulders.

“Hey.”

“D’you order for us?”

“Got you your morning milkshake monstrosity, don’t worry.”

Will grins. “Drinking black coffee doesn’t make you cool.”

“It does, actually. At any given time I am forty-seven percent cooler than you. More, if you’re wearing cargo shorts.” He glances down. “It’s a forty-nine percent day, apparently.”

“Go wash your face,” Will laughs, shoving him. “I’ll get the food, then we can look at the map.”

He doesn’t take nearly as long as Will did. He brushes his teeth, splashes water on his face, decides his hair looks awesome the way it is (of course he didn’t forget a brush, why would he be a big enough dumbass to forget a brush and also more than one pair of socks) and walks back out. He finds Will tucked in a booth in a corner, chewing on a pink straw, eyeing the ridiculously thick atlas he forced Nico to buy and keep in his car the day he got his license intently.

“So,” he says as Nico approaches, handing him his coffee, “I did some math.”

Nico notices a napkin scrawled with ink that he could not read even if he wasn’t dyslexic.

“Geek.”

Will chucks his balled up straw wrapper at him. “How many miles can you go on a full tank?”

“Uh, 300-ish. 360 if I push it and trust in the good lord.”

Nico manages to catch the morning milkshake monstrosity seconds before it becomes a split victim of Will's dorky fist-bump of victory. “Yes! Okay. My math is right. You got four-odd hours of driving on a full tank, but you're a chunk above half tank, so we got three hours? Ish? Before we need to stop.” He circles a little dot about a quarter way into the state, letters too small for Nico to read. “And since going anywhere near Orlando in the summer is asking to stick us in bumper-to-bumper traffic, that puts us in Anthony.”

“I did not know there was a town named Anthony,” Nico says sagely. “That’s a shit name for a town, if I’m being honest.”

WIll shrugs. “Welcome to Florida. Anyways. Want me to drive? You drove last night.”

“Barely,” Nico dismisses quickly. “I’ll drive.”

“‘Kay.”

Will turns his attention back to the map, tapping his pen against the table in between bites of his breakfast sandwich. Every so often he returns to the napkin, scribbling something down and making little hums of concentration. 

Nico begins to notice the route he’s drawing extends a ways past state lines.

“So,” he says carefully, eyes trained on his best friend. “Running away.”

Will tenses, again, at the mention of it, although this time there is a set to his jaw, a stubborn spark in his eye. Good.

“Road trip,” he corrects. “It’s our last summer, Nico. I turn eighteen in a couple months, and then…” He taps his pencil against the edge of the table. Nico waits out the silence, seven seconds, eight, nine. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? One last huzzah, road trip around the nation, or whatever?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Did you happen to tell your mother about this road trip?”

Will shrugs. “I left a note.”

Nico hums. “Sounds an awful lot like running away. I would know. I’ve been picked up by social services in three separate states.”

“Road trip,” Will corrects again, chin lifted. 

Nico sighs, flicking his best friend in the forehead right between the eyes.

“Road trip,” he agrees. Will's mouth twitches as it decides between scowling at him for the flick or smiling at the concession. “Where to?”

“That defeats the point of a road trip.” He closes up the atlas, looking at Nico like it’s obvious. “Duh. Journey, not the destination, et cetera, et cetera.”

Privately, Nico bets that by tomorrow, Will be be restless and guilty and they will be on their way home. Outwardly, he says, “You have seen a truly disgusting amount of movies,” and Will laughs, and Nico follows him to the Jeep, and knows, as he always does, that he will follow him regardless; across the world, across the country, even back to Shit Fuck, Florida.

———

next chapter

[bleeding-seraphic]

wait I think I know why Sebastian hates being flashbanged

Okay so my marine biology phase from middle school that never really disappeared came back so I was planning abilities asylum!Sebastian got from his weird genes. Behold:

Anglerfish- Gave him the angler lure obvious and possibly any bioluminescence

Blue Whale- As a lovely anon informed me Sebastian is almost 63 ft long

Mantis Shrimp- Punches at the speed of a .22 caliber bullet

Silver spinyfin- Deepest living known fish, can withstand 5000 atmospheres of pressure, also have 38 color seeing cells (cones) as compared to humans' 3 to 4 and are very light sensitive, which is probably why the flash beacon pisses Sebastian off so much

Sea Snake- Neurotoxin venom

Great White- One of the animals kingdom's highest bite strengths, can bite through solid bone or boat hulls. Also can feel the electrical signals given off by living creatures with horrifying accuracy up to several hundred feet away

[naggingatlas]

watched my friend kass play pressure on stream today n doodled sebastian n then she colored him :) super nostalgic shit. add this one to my collection of butch women on t btw

[ace-writer-lani]

Headcanon Will would totally initiate random lightsaber fights

Like he would attack his siblings all the time just...out of nowhere (it's the ADHD).

Kayla would roll her eyes and threaten to snap the saber in half.

Austin would play along and fall to the floor and dramatically die.

But the first person to actually fight back was Nico, who secretly has his own lightsaber hidden in the shadows. And he would disarm Will in some sort of fancy move that would leave Will stuttering and blushing because it was hot.

(Fastest way to get to Will's heart is with a lightsaber)

Sort of part two: here

[aroaceleovaldez]

yknow, I am amused that solangelo fanon was so tunnel-vision in like 2014 that in the midst of crawling through literally every time Will had popped up in the series prior, somehow the ONE singular instance of Will referencing something that the fandom did absolutely nothing with was the thing Rick then decided to draw out into being a major character trait for Will.

Like. Nico eats McDonalds once and it becomes a huge fanon thing, but Will references Star Trek and the fandom doesn't make a peep until Rick explicitly canonizes that he's a huge sci fi nerd. and Rick doesn't even keep it consistent! He changes it so Will is a Star Wars nerd instead of Star Trek. smh 😔 /lh

[half-shadowgalra]

And I Present you…

Will Solace being an Absolute Mad Man

Rip quality

rip me at school in 8 hours

I love this boi so much tho

he would freak out about Voltron

I love him <333

[punkeropercyjackson]

Dark Percy hoes be potraying Percy Jackson as some kind of nonstop overtly sexual fuckboy like he dosen't canonically flirt like this

[boatboys]

No-context scraps and unused concepts from my 17-illustration sketching spree last night, and also no-context familial tragedy to the tune of King Lear, posted at behest of @roach-works

[feligayzed]

Making use of that engineering degree ✨

[advid-vibe-stealer]

wee little headcanon

In my pjo universe the demigods have technology

Nico loves video games and he's really good at them (he lived in a casino for 70 years yall) so he has a Nintendo switch that he loves very much.

When he starts feeling more comfortable with who he is he starts playing Mythomagic again and some other campers were interested so he started a club to teach and play with other campers.

Once a month they have Competitions with big prizes

Will starts to notice these things and does his research to earn good boyfriend points. He finds out some things and plans a really fun date that he knows Nico will love

Have you guessed it yet

Will bought VIP tickets to a Nintendo convention because they teamed up with Mythomagic to make a video game and They have some if the main demigods in the game including Nico

some other characters are Percy and Annabeth, the Seven and some other characters from camp Jupiter

So when they go to the convention there the first people to play the game and when it comes out a few months later Nico is one of the first people to get it and he absolutely loves it

I don't know what type if video game it would be so feel free to think of it how ever you want to

[helpwanted-queerversion]

Headcannon time!

Will loves ranting about star wars.

And everytime he does Nico is sitting somewhere nearby, shaking and sweating because he's a loser who thinks other losers are hot.

[mediumgayitalian]

“We should hold hands,” Will says. He scratches his nose. “You know, for safety.”

Nico looks at him. He looks until Will looks back, bright blue peeking out from pale eyelashes, and then makes a point of looking around the absolute beauty of the day; the sweet strawberry breeze, the giggly rustling of oak leaves, the gentle golden sun dappling in through the branches. The chatting and laughter from the unusually calm demigods strolling around them, stopping every few steps to pick up a rock or scrawl something unintelligible on their clipboards.

“Safety,” Nico repeats.

Will ducks his head, visibly biting back a grin.

“Yup.” He coughs. “These woods are dangerous, you know. And, hey, everybody else is doing it.”

Nico raises an eyebrow. “Everybody.”

“Yeah! Yeah, look, there’s —” Will waves his arm around, indicating the Group, then upon noticing the general lack of hand-holding and general trend of tripping and punching and sniggering at misfortune, clears his throat and redirects. His arm waves again, with slightly less direction. “There’s examples all over!”

Nico’s mouth twitches. He stares at his friend, who stares right back, light eyebrows furrowed stubbornly.

“All over!” he insists.

“Right,” Nico drawls.

“Look, there’s — Harley and Nyssa, exhibit A —”

Nyssa, shamelessly eavesdropping, barks a laugh and tugs on the Celestial bronze handcuffs Harley is currently trying to blowtorch his way out of, jiggling her bound hand in Nico’s direction.

Will, ignoring her, barrels on.

“ — and — and — Julia and Ellis, there, look —”

Nico does indeed look. Julia does indeed appear to have her hand in the general vicinity of Ellis’s, and she does appear to be moving her arm with every swing of his, and she does also appear to be silently unlatching Ellis’s beautiful gold watch and sliding it very carefully into her pocket.

Nico glances back at Will’s still-somehow shameless face.

“Is that what we’re calling it.”

“— and — of course — there’s Cecil —”

Shoulders setting in that prim, snooty way they do when he’s winning an argument, Will gestures widely and broadly over to his best friend. Nico rolls his eyes and looks where he’s pointing, sighing, only to find, to his endless amusement, an openly snickering Lou Ellen, and a Cecil who is, perhaps for the first time in his life, walking with both hands in his pockets, face lax and serene, absentmindedly watching the leaves as he strolls past. Will’s shoulders drop.

“Dude,” Will says, or rather hisses. “You had — one freaking job —”

He holds out a hand to pause, and Nico, dutifully, pauses. He watches Will skim long fingers over the silky dirt until they close tightly around a small, shining pebble.

Which he, with better aim than Nico has seen him throw anything, whips directly at Cecil’s head.

“Hey!” cries Cecil, immediately tripping over the nearest root and sprawling onto the dirt. Lou Ellen has quite nearly joined him, laughing so hard she has gone silent and can no longer stand. “Why did you — what the heck!”

“I asked you to do one task!” Will whisper-shouts. “One!”

“Mail Clarisse a bag of fire-frogs?” Cecil asks, scratching his head.

“No! Well, yes, but — the other thing!” He flops his hands aggressively, pointing them vaguely in Lou’s direction. She has, at this point, fully succumbed, and is clutching her stomach, eyes streaming, curled into a shaking ball on the ground. “The — hands!”

It takes several seconds — eight, Nico counts — for the visible lightbulb to go off in Cecil’s eyes.

“Ohhhhh,” Cecil says. He flops his hands back in Will’s direction. “The — thing.”

Hurriedly, he stands, trying and failing to pull Lou Ellen up with him. He makes it about halfway before he drops her, wheezing, and they both go tumbling straight off the path, down the hillside, and roll to a rocky, painful stop at the base of a cedar tree. Cecil’s head hits the bark and visibly bonks.

“I genuinely think it might be hollow up there,” says Will, aghast. “I might have to check.”

Nico peers down at them. Harley, abandoning his blowtorch, stretches over Nico’s shoulder to see. When he can’t — the day Nico loses the three inches he has on the kid he’s killing himself, that indeed will be his time — Nico crouches down and allows the little menace to stand on his knee.

“I think they might be holding hands now,” Harley observes.

Nyssa hums. “Hard to say. Does it count if she’s pulling him out of a termite’s nest?”

“Of course it does,” says Will hastily. “Handholding is handholding. So. There.” He turns to Nico, eyes wide and expectant. A cloud passes overhead, and his eyes brighten. Nico smiles.

“So, what?”

“So — safety!” He waves his hand again, barely managing not to smack himself in the face. “We gotta — link up! Link up to sync up, you know what they say.”

“Nobody says that.”

“Nyssa — who asked you.”

“Nobody needs to ask me. I see bullshit, I say bullshit, I mean —”

“What if I! Cursed you! What then! Actually!”

“How about you curse these hands —”

“I will! Actually! For serious, I’m gonna —”

Lips pursed thoughtfully, Nico flexes his hands. He glances down at them. He supposes they are cold. He glances down at Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee, now somehow both in the termite nest. He supposes safety is, indeed always important. He glances over at Will’s bright red face, hair sticking up in every direction like a grouchy hedgehog’s, and Nyssa’s completely unhidden smirk. He supposes someone should put the dumbass out of his misery.

Experimentally, he slides his hand forward. He trails his cold fingers over Will’s warm palm, linking their thumbs together. He squeezes.

“Safety is important,” he says, quietly.

Will stops.

He swallows.

His hands, quite suddenly, get sweaty.

Nico smiles.

“Definitely one of the top seven things,” says Will, just as quiet. His voice cracks.

“Gods above,” Nyssa mutters.

“The termites are eating them!” shouts Harley, gleefully. “Look!”

They do indeed look.

“We should probably help them,” says Will. Or, sighs Will.

“Probably,” Nico agrees.

“Especially since it’s my fault. A little.”

“A little,” Nico smiles.

“Sigh,” Will says.

Nico smiles again. He lifts their joined hands. “Safety first, though.”

Will grins. “Safety first.”

[orpheusaurus]

they missed the chance to do the funniest thing in tsats and have Will call Nico “DEATH STAR” – LIKE CMON IT'S RIGHT THERE

[coastal-mangos-one]

feel free to lmk ur reasoning

[ace-writer-lani]

Headcanon Will isn't as bad with a sword as people think

(This is a slight parallel to this post.)

Everyone knows Will is shit at archery, and people think that lack of skill applies to all weapons because he's the healer, right?

Wrong. Will is actually very dexterous, not to mention he grew up watching Star Wars over and over so obviously he learned all the Jedi lightsaber forms cause he's a nerd.

So yeah, he can do all the cool little spins and twists, but no one knows that because he only reveals his true inner Star Wars fanatic around the people closest to him.

One of those people is Nico (obviously) and Nico likes to drag him out of the infirmary to spar every once in a while because Will would kind of make the lightsaber sound effects whenever he swung his sword and Nico thinks it's absolutely adorable.

(It throws Nico off guard sometimes too as he can't really focus on the spar because he's too busy admiring how cute Will is.)

But all jokes aside, if there's a monster/enemy fight and Nico or his friends/family somehow get hurt, you best believe Will would pick up a fallen sword and go all Anakin Skywalker on them to protect his loved ones.

(Might incorporate this into Languages of Love by Solangelo)

Update: added lightsaber Will to this fic

[aroaceleovaldez]

I have to wonder if Will being into space themed sci-fi specifically is like. A weird side effect of being an Apollo child. He's the sun god and the first major NASA expedition was called Apollo and now sometimes his kids get Space as a special interest. Doctor Who, Dune, and Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy are also probably up his alley.

I like this thought a LOT and am immediately incorporating it into my Will hcs.