I Would Like A Innocent Little Kid To Come Up And Call Will Dad And Kayla Mom And See How They Freak

I would like a innocent little kid to come up and call will dad and kayla mom and see how they freak out about it If any one make this a fic I need to see it

Things I think happened in the chb’s infirmary No Order my references are prophetic dreams and war memories from when i was a health student

- they have like this huge old whiteboard glued god knows how with a little cartoon caterpillar sticker saying “get well soon?” where they (Will and any other poor souls that are in infirmary duty) put everything they need to remember but they can’t make themselves write complete sentences so is just “JuYCE” and “neomicinabacitracinanitrofural” and “CLARISSE = OUT”

- there is this hole on the floor that they always forget to ask a Hephaestus kid to fix so its like a rite of passage to not notice it and end up falling

- They are in a camp. Sharing cabins. Bathrooms. ADHD kids who love to run and procrastinate everything including hygiene. THE INFECTIONS GET SPREAD INSANELY FAST. They have to WEEKLY go renovating the “PLEASE WASH YOUR HAIR WE NEED TO ERRATIC THE COOTIES” ads around the camp.

- we need to rip off the band aid. where there is teenagers there is sex. Michael Yew was pioneer on the sex education topic and his legacy isn’t going to die on Will Solace reign. One thing is cooties another one is herpes. There will be informative and traumatizing videos and awful teen pregnancy documentaries. They are all gonna watch.

- And since they are already here there will be having safe drug use convos too and dionysus is the one sponsoring them there is a rap battle at some point i think

- kids will be kids and most part of the time they are taking care of spread ankles, stomach aches, allergies and flu season at this point Will doesn’t even need to touch them to know when its a flu case

- since they (the infirmary squad) are spending a lot of time walking around they need to wear comfy shoes. At some point Kayla shows up wearing a neon monsters inc slippers. So Austin decides to wear his clown shoes. Now they only accept sandals and crocs. Rules are rules. The weird socks keep going tho.

- on the topic there is a lot of unspoken rules. One of them is that the communal and personal things limits are very rigid. Everyone gets to drink the coffee. No one is going to use Austin personal “Grammy Winner” mug. No one is going to use Kayla’s special glitter rainbow hairbrush. And, mostly important, no one is going to give their bureaucratic work for Nico to help. That is Will’s personal secretary.

- on the communal help tho, sometimes they will use Drew’s charmspeaker as an anesthesia. The Stolls are always there to get a couple of stuff outside their monthly rides to get things. Clarisse is amazing to held people when they need to put their bones back into place. They make it work.

- the communal work have one problem unfortunately. They are neck deep into drama. And into a complex cobweb of they likes them and they kissed them and they hate them. And. Worse of all. They cheat them. Thats when there is screaming. And chairs floating into peoples neck.

- the smaller kids don’t get the drama on its fully complexion. But they still gossip. At least five of them have called Will “Dad”, at least three of them have called Kayla “Mom” and all of them have said “Thats embarrassing, dude.” For everyone around there.

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1 month ago

Something I think about a lot is how Rick Riordan very rarely uses "girlfriend/boyfriend" to refer to Percy and Annabeth within their perspectives. They're so intertwined, even Annabeth says in hoh that the word boyfriend isn't strong enough, because Percy was a part of her. They are a singular soul, too wrapped around each others' fates that regular labels are far too weak for them. But, Rick Riordan uses "boyfriend" a lot in Nico and Wills perspectives, not because they love each other less than percabeth, but to show how much the word means to them. Nico uses it any chance he gets- "his boyfriend," "he actually had a boyfriend," because Nico has never been able to say that before. Their struggle with their queer identities mixed with Nico's catholic guilt and chronic everyone-hates-me disease makes the fact that he has someone to call his actual boyfriend so much more important to his character development.

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1 month ago

nico di angelo was (is) the type of kid to catch bugs and dig up worms and trade maggots and shit and when he brought them back to bianca like a dog to a front porch she’d always piss herself screaming

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1 month ago

“can I be honest with you?” Austin scoffs before he said; “William Andrew Solace, if you say you miss your boyfriend for the 37th time today, I’ll dismiss myself and leave you alone in this shift.”

Will acted surprised with all dramatic hand-on-chest. “you counted? damn. but seriously it’s been—“

“3 days, Will. ”

“3 days! how wounded i am being left? can’t you see here I’m suffering with all these loving feeling all alone? Austin! please!” Austin rolled his eyes as he open the storage box, lining bandages, gauzes, adhesives, elastics, and triangular in their respective lines. “oh please, what is Nico doing anyway?” Will shrugged as he rolled a tray of scalpels into sterilizer.

“his father called him. saying he needs Nico for the underworld things. complicated applications, judge control and all that stuff. he said he needs to check up on Menoetes’ work too, for the nectar and ambrosia collecting. you know, being the prince of the underworld. he promised not going on Tartarus though. he said to check on Asphodel and Elysium too.” Austin nods on that.

“I just- I just-? you know I’m-“ Will sat down before Austin walks to him. “you’re worrying his safety. Will, you do know he survived two wars with and without us. he went to tartarus twice, Will. he’ll be okay. he’ll be fine.” Will sighed. “he only pack his stygian iron sword and the clothes he wear!” Austin shrugged. “pretty sure he has his own room is his dad’s palace? era, ero?-“ “Erebos. you’re right. but what if he gets hurt? what if-“ graaughhr

“Sweet Apollo! you scar’d me!”

“Will, wha- is this a zombie?!”

Will gives Austin’s weirded out look the same look. “I don’t know? what are you doing here, Mr. Zombie?” graughrhs. said the undead, while holding out a surprisingly clean letter—sealed with black stamp, and a black box filled with two family packs of golden Oreos , enough ambrosia squares and canteens full with nectar. the zombie—somehow shyly—also held out a flower bouquet of night-blooming cereus (which is the flower persephone offer to him), hyacinthus and asphodels.

the Mr. Zombie then take a few space from both Will Solace and Austin Lake and stood there as Will processing of what just happened. “dude, I think it’s from Nico.” Austin gets a hold of the box and bouquet onto the table as he watch his brother holding onto the letter as if it was an ancient victorian fragile artifact. “whoa, do I need to get Cecil and Lou Ellen?” “nah, stay with me, Austin. catch me if I pass out.”

“and fill the shift alone? damn man.” but he agreed anyway as Will undo the stamp after reading the swift writing on the envelope.

to : Will Solace, My significant annoyance.

Dear Will,

I hope you don’t trouble yourself any harm.

I’m writing to you from Menoetes’ farm here. I’m fine and my journey went incredibly well, I might finish the tasks before next week comes. how are you, Night Light? Menoetes and Geryon here say hi. the troglodytes also give hail to Will Solace the Texan Son of Apollo.

Do you miss me? do you like the bouquet? Persephone insists on sending the bouquet, talking about ‘darkness’ and all. next meeting, I need you to tell me your conversation with her, seriously. I asked John to buy golden Oreos and put it with ambrosia and nectar. is it done? those are for you and infirmary needs. do you need me to get you anything for yourself? share the oreos with Kayla and Austin, you greedy dork.

this sound incredibly sappy, I can’t believe you turned me this way, Solace. either way, I miss you. ugh how do you cross words without making the ink spill? you can send me anything in return through John—I mean if you want to, I’m not forcing you or anything. you know that, don’t you?

I’ll soon be back, don’t miss me too much, Carebear. I love you.

Love, Nico Di Angelo

“that’s real sappy. just saying—wait, how come you are so red? it’s been a year and a half and you’re still flustered over him? gods, you guys are so gay” Austin fake gag while Will softly slap his shoulders “oh shut up, you are gay too, dumb ass. now let me write my return letter in peace” “oh please, like a pigeon war love letter? spare me your emotional train-wreck please.” Austin waves as he walk to the beds, to fix up the bed? he don’t know, all he know is he want to avoid Will Solace’s flustered manner as good as possible.

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Months, years later…

“what’s with the pout, Will? it’s only been 5 days since Nico’s next mission! I’m sure he’ll be fine, doing his prince duty and allat” Lou Ellen shrugs as she punch Will’s upper arms jokingly, while Will is still fidgeting on top of the picnic mat near the lake.

“it’s been 5 days, Lou! without any messages!” Lou Ellen rolled his eyes. “oh come on, he’s probably too busy. he’ll send those ‘elite-victorian, love-letter-pigeon-like zombie sooner or later.”

Cecil pops his stolen lolly. “I don’t know, Will. how are you so calm about a zombie being your transpor of sending messages? aren’t you scared?” Will shrugs. “at first, it does. but now? I’m waiting for his presence! to know what my boyfriend’s doing!”

Lou Ellen gives Cecil a look. “he’s down bad, he doesn’t care about the transport and all this undead things” Cecil laughs. “I don’t know, Lou. he fell head over heels, what do you expect him to not like about Nico Di Angelo?”

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3 months ago

crying 😭😭😭 saw this on pinterest and like--

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fair and pre-emptive warning

i am enjoying the fuck out of the smut i am writing right now. im like 2000 words in and nowhere close to stopping. it will be tonight's post. it's a lot lighter than last time's but if that's not your thing don't sweat it. i'll be back later with chill stuff. but if you are a fellow deviant lock in we're eating GOOD tonight

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“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Will smiles, pushing down the bubble of air that fires up his torso, pressing down on the balloon of giggles that expand up his belly, into his lungs. He hides into the pillow, acting at sleep, feeling Nico’s hand walk across his chest.

“Tell me more.”

That callused hand pauses, and Will’s breath hitches, goosebumps pilling up all over his warmed skin. He can feel the slow spread of Nico’s tiny grin in the air, can feel the crooked edge to it, the sharp edge of possession. His teeth-torn fingernails dip below the sag of Will’s stretched-out tank top and feign hesitance, feign modesty, before sliding clear up along his abdomen, his sternum, his pectorals. The web of Nico’s thumb rests dangerously, daringly close to the edge of Will’s areola, by no accident. Will shivers.

“Greedy,” Nico murmurs, and his lips are so close to Will’s skin that he feels the rumbling baritone of his voice in the hard lines of his muscles, and they clench, tiny little spasms, with every ghosting breath. “Greedy, greedy boy.”

Will’s stomach bottoms out. He feels it, dropping to his clenched toes, and drawn unbidden from his mouth is the tiniest of little sounds, breathy, gravelly, humiliating; the quiet echo of Nico’s snicker makes it so, so much more intoxicatingly worse and he can feel it, the headiness. The way his mind starts to float.

“‘M not.”

It’s barely a defense. It’s barely words. He can focus only on the scrape of Nico’s palms against his skin, on the heat of his breath, his body; so close. Will’s mind spins and his own breathing gets short, shallow. Wanting.

“You are.” His lips touch, finally, the burning want of Will’s skin; pressing firm against the slope of Will’s shoulder, hard enough to feel teeth, to feel panting, to feel the strength of Nico’s wanting. His taking. “You drink everything I give you. You replenish your blood with it, don’t you.”

“And?” Will asks, breathless, challenging. He bares his neck and hears the sharpness of Nico’s inhale; looks out of the corner of his eyes and smirks at the clench of his Nico’s jaw, the tongue that darts out to wet at his lips, to lap at him. “Will you give it to me?”

“I will give you anything.”

He says it with the force of a thousand whispers, a million final oaths. He says it and Will hears thunder clap. He feels the ground shake, the bed shake, his thighs shake, uncontrollably, weak under the bruise of Nico’s clench, the brand of his palms. I will give you anything. I will give you everything.

“How will you ever afford it?”

Nico’s teeth sink into his skin and Will opens his mouth to shout but the only sound to exit is the broken vowels of his Nico’s name, all of them. Nico shifts to face him and he knows, but the steel in his Earthen eyes, that cost is of no question, if no concern.

I will. Easily.

Will folds into him like the stars do their ending, glowing sun.

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Autistic Five HC is that he likes being upside down

Yep. He likes being upside down in trees, on the floor (but only if there’s a soft carpet underneath him), in his bed, on the couch, etc.

Why? Bc I, a fellow autistic, love being upside down. It is my one true passion. And I’m totally projecting rn bcs what else is there to do.

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