Maybe They Don’t Have Much Canon Chemistry But Can You IMAGINE If The Prophecy About The World Ending

Jason smells faintly of ozone like an oncoming storm and Leo is perfectly normal about it, thank you very much

one of my favorite thoughts that comes with will going from cabin baby to head counselor is the insane 180 he must have had regarding his view on authority figures

On the second or third day of the Battle of Manhattan honestly, Will Solace couldn’t tell anymore. The memories of those days blurred together like a smeared painting. All he knew was that he had genuinely believed he would die there. Not in some noble, heroic blaze of glory, but clobbered to death by a cyclops wielding a giant wooden club, far enough from his siblings—dead or alive—that none of them would see it happen.

He still remembered holding the limp hands of little Kylie from Demeter, ten years old, obsessed with flowers and Star Trek—even though he’d spent way too much time arguing that Star Wars was superior. Her hands were cold, slick with blood. Her glazed-over eyes stared at nothing, lost in the fog of shock and blood loss.

Will had reached inside himself, instinctively trying to summon healing magic like he always did. But there was nothing. Just emptiness. His usual reserve was gone bone dry, like a well in the middle of a desert long since forgotten.

Most of his siblings were dead now, except for Austin, Kayla, and Jasmine. There used to be twelve of them. Two never made it off the Williamsburg Bridge. The rest were taken by monsters in the chaos of the city streets.

Travis Stoll had been assigned to guard the medics by Jasmine,  head counselor now, by default. But he was busy fending off another cyclops. That left Will, defenseless, magicless. kneeling in a pool of blood, trying to tie a tourniquet on Kylie’s leg with trembling hands.

Guess we’ll all be partying in Elysium together, Will thought grimly, watching the shadow of the club rise over him.

Then, impact never came.

Nico di Angelo burst from the shadows like a knife through smoke. All sharp angles and shadows, the son of Hades was silent and fast, his Stygian Iron sword catching no light from the burning sun. He danced around the cyclops with eerie precision, dodging its every swing, slashing at tendons and knees. The club never touched him. He moved like a blade himself, calculated, deadly. And finally, with one clean thrust, he brought the monster down and finished it off, its body dissolving into dust with a hiss.

Will stared, wide-eyed and a little breathless.

“Thank you,” he managed, cradling Kylie as Nico approached, sword still in hand, back to the sun. “I’d shake your hand, but…” He looked down at his blood-soaked arms. “As you can see, I’m a bit occupied.”

Nico gave a small nod, expression unreadable.

Will couldn’t stop looking at him. The black hair falling in uneven strands across his face, the tired eyes, the quiet way he moved like he was used to being forgotten. He was beautiful, broken-glass beautiful. And maybe it was the adrenaline, or the near-death experience, but Will felt something twist in his chest. Something warm. Something terrifying.

“You need anything else?” Nico asked, his voice quiet.

Will blinked out of it. Kylie was now staggering off toward the Empire State Building, a square of ambrosia clutched in her hand.

“No,” Will said. Then, impulsively: “Wait. If you ever… get hurt. Or need patching up or anything—I mean, obviously, I’m the best medic at camp.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”

“I’m just saying,” Will said quickly, trying not to sound too eager. “You can ask. I’d help. Any time.”

Nico gave a short, almost imperceptible nod, then turned, already melting back into the shadows.

Will watched him go, heart pounding, and wondered when exactly dying turned into falling in love.

But of course, he's not gay or anything (he definitely is)

Dean Winchester whenever he loses Castiel

Or both

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

jason grace being a cuddler because of his time with the wolves, where they would bury him at the bottom of cuddle puddles in the pack to make sure he didn't get frostbite. leo valdez being a cuddler because he's horribly touchstarved and has been since like 8-9. theres no little spoon/big spoon they face each other while cuddling and are wrapped in a million blankets. jason is overheating but also leo hasn't been this happy since he was in the second grade so neither cares.

Leo: Okay gang, let’s take stock of what we’re bringing as a team to this quest.

Nico, raising his hand: Sarcasm and raw power.

Leo, tipping an invisible cap: Wit and technical know how.

Jason, saluting: Eye candy and admin.

when solangelo are teenagers i think will gets more of the unsolicited attention like if he’s anything he’s conventionally attractive. when they’re in the mortal world ppl gush over him when they’re at camp jupiter there’s at least one roman trying to make moves on him and when they’re back at CHB younger campers will lie and fake injuries just to see cutie will.

but. once nico and will hit their mid-twenties it’s WILL having to fight for his life bcs NICO is the one getting all of the unwanted attention. in my head 25-ish nico di angelo is healthy weight tan olive skin the FINEST smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose silky black hair GOOD ASS HAIRCUT FOR ONCE big pretty dark eyes probably gets to be like 5”9 (if im being generous) perfect posture polite funny observant intelligent a gentleman and basically a disney prince. as soon as he walks into a room he’s the center of attention. women want him men want him anyone who is in between or none of the above all want him

I like the idea that Nico is the only demigod (aside from his own children) Dionysus bothers calling by the right name.

“Nico, your boyfriend—Wallace, right?—was looking for you.”

“Nico and Wilhelm are the most tolerable of all of the couples at this gods forsaken camp.”

“Nico, Peter, and Judas, you can’t sit together for meals.”

My will solace headcanons!

• He starts glowing when he's really really excited !

• The glowing is actually pretty bright

• No like it gets really bright sometimes

• it hurts everyone's eyes

• like a lot

• it's blinding actually

• Okay.. can someone get him to stop

• Like right now. The young campers are crying

• Someone please stop him