#will pov

Can I request Solangelo, but from Will's POV? Pleasee?

Hey there! We hope everything is going okay for you :) and here's some Solangelo with Will POV!

Now you know that I love you. Is it dumb believing you might love me too? by MoNsTeRsAmOnGMeN

“You’re not slick, sugar pie.” Nico stiffened. “What?” “That little shadow trick.” Will’s tone was maddeningly casual. “Cute, but not foolin’ me.” Nico didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the table. Will sighed, his voice softening. “I know you’re not used to eating regular meals. I know it’s hard. But your body’s not gonna heal if you keep skipping. You’re runnin’ on fumes, and one day you’re gonna pass out, and then I’m gonna have to carry you to the infirmary in front of everybody, and you’ll hate me forever.” “That would be accurate,” Nico muttered.

Everything You Didn’t Ask For (But I Knew You’d Love) by CalesDaughter2

During a casual picnic at Camp Half-Blood, Will secretly brings little gifts for Nico, making the usually reserved son of Hades blush under the teasing eyes of their friends. Later, at a laid-back game night, while the rest of the Seven compete and banter, Will and Nico share quiet smiles and gentle touches — finding comfort in each other amidst the chaos.

Just Some Work by daphne_luvs_fish

Will Solace overworks himself way too much, casually sacrificing his health for his responsibilities. Nico is very concerned. - Solangelo Week - Day 7 (Capture the Flag / Campfire / Lights Out)

In Sickness And In Health by @sarcasmandships

Will Solace is, a son of Apollo, a trained medic, and a one-man emergency response team for Nico di Angelo. When sickness strikes (again), hangovers hit (hard), or divine parents decide to “observe” (horrifying), Will finds himself administering forehead kisses, brewing emergency tea, and navigating the daily adventure of loving a shadow prince who thinks painkillers are a conspiracy. Luckily, Nico is beautiful. Unfortunately, he knows it. Or: Five times Will Solace healed his boyfriend, and one time Nico di Angelo returned the favor.

but i’ve never felt more comfortable in the concept of things ending by @alltheglowingeyess

Nico looks nice in the early afternoon sun, black hair catching hints of brown in the sunlight. When he turns, his eyes are also flecked with similar soft hints of color. He’s in a dark grey quarter-zip, sleeves pushed up to show a few corded bracelets and, most interestingly, Will catches a glint of silver on his ears. “You have your ears pierced?” Nico blinks as he picks up the book, a hand raising to fumble with his earrings. Will gets a better look—tiny dangling daggers, he realizes. “Oh, yeah. Piper did it for me… ten months ago? Maybe?” He’s kind of overwhelmed how Nico is simultaneously able to look so soft and be so kind while also being the coolest person ever, but he doesn’t want to be creepy and voice that. So instead he asks, “Is she, like, licensed to do that?” Nico just grins, shrugging. “Oh, sure. She has the Parent Trap method down to an art.” Will wrinkles his nose as he takes the book back, throwing it into his bag as he stands. He’ll figure out his page number later. “Please don’t tell me you guys used the apple slices.” “Okay, I won’t tell you that we—” “Dude.”

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Chapter 2 is complete!

It's as if it was inevitable, their fates intertwined. Of course they would blend eventually, Will thinks, with his Mom and Hoppers romantic ties becoming more and more obvious. It was just a matter of when their household would gain two more.

He just never thought that a death would be the final push.

Chapter 6: Blameworthy

A few weeks after that night on the porch, in the middle of the hottest month of summer you and El broke up. I never really got the full story from either one of you, but it wasn’t loud or tumultuous. If anything you both seemed lighter, as if your romance had puttered out instead of erupting in a firestorm like so many do. 

Even still, I knew she was sad. If not sad, severely disappointed. She spent every waking hour with Max that week and slept in my bed every night, hugging the plush giraffe you won at the county fair the year before and my arm tucked protectively around her belly. 

But you…You moped around most of all, seemingly lost and avoiding being alone with me for any extended period of time. It hurt my feelings, but I understood. I still understand. You two were so entangled in each other’s lives it was bound to take some getting used to. To figure out how to just be Mike and El, untethered from each other and individuals. 

I never brought up that night that you touched me, never asked what it meant or why you had done it. But I thought about it constantly, couldn’t stop staring at you and your hands, and the way your mouth was red and full and the truth that was: Your lips had been on mine. 

You’ve always been my torment. 

But after a few weeks, the both of you came around, and that’s when Max and Lucas started planning his 18th birthday party. 

It was the middle of August, just before everyone was about to slowly pack and leave for the school they had chosen. Or for those who chose Hawkins, whether by choice or by circumstance, made ready for the jobs they had lined up. 

You were less evasive, and we danced silently around each other for weeks, still nothing was said. But you sat too close when we played video games, and didn’t look away when our eyes met. 

There was one night we were caught alone under the streetlamp in front of your house, bugs tapping against the light and their shadows blacking out little dots on the pavement. I remember the cicadas were so loud in the trees as we set our bikes down to catch our breath after climbing the hill from Dustin’s house. 

I jumped off, leaning my bike against my hip as you threw yours down in your yard and turned back to face me, chest heaving. You looked down at me, skin flush with the heat and your eyes black as the night around you. I remember you licked your bottom lip because I couldn’t stop staring at how it shined in the light. 

You were so close and you reached out to me, your fingers sure, but your face suddenly terrified. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart pounded when you slid your fingers softly across my temple and tucked a wild flyaway behind my ear. I didn’t know how to be or how to act, still so completely unused to being on the other side of the line we had crossed weeks before.