"W-where am I?" I ask the beautiful blond haired boy in front of me. He chuckles "If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one.." "So... Where am I?" As much as I appreciate his cute one liners, I really need to know what was going on. "Your dead," he says "And your a ghost. And ghosts are real. And I'm your 'spiritual tour guide'. So, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your going to be spending a lot of time with me." He cracks a smile. Maybe that won't be so bad... *** Mild language, innuendo, and violence. I'll give a warning if anything more than that is in a chapter. This is one of my first stories so please excuse any grammar errors. I hope you enjoy! Edited 8/19/17

3 days. That was it, 3 days. It as though Nico was actually really dreading it-Will was sort of annoying, yeah, but it wouldn't be too bad. Especially thanks to that small crush Nico may have on Will. That he can never know about. Cover Credit: Ratterling on Tumblr; I mainly used this one just because I LOVE the Nico design, I mean look at him, amazing Also, note, the POV changes without warning. I don't feel like going back and writing what pov it is every time, it should be easy enough to figure out

After a tiring, odd quest for normalcy at a high school, Nico and Will would like nothing more to just hang out and cuddle in the Hades cabin. Instead, they find that they missed some large attack-leaving the camp in a pretty sad state, and the Infirmary packed. And Will seems to be refusing to stop working in said Infirmary. Art Creds- thesearchingastronaut on tumblr This is almost immediately after the fic People- go read that.

When Will woke up that morning, he didn't guess that the day would change his life. I guess you never realize that something's a big moment until long after the fact, that's always been true. You don't typically wake up and know "today I'm going to meet the love of my life." Though, that's just how it works, sometimes. Note: This is a Hanahaki fic so. Research that, don't like, don't read. Tw: Puking, mentions of medication, mentions of anxiety, panic attack description in chapter 21 Cover Art Credit: Cindersart on Tumblr

Nico tried to flatten his rapidly curling hair in the heat. Perks of living in California, he guessed. The walk to the beach was short, and he knew the way even though he almost never went. Hazel walked beside him, her hands in the pockets of her bathing suit cover up, and she smiled softly. Will wiped beads sweat off his forehead. He had reduced his clothing to a tank top and shorts, but even so it was hot, which was rare for him. Perks of living in California, he guessed. The sand beneath his flip flops shifted with every step and the waves looked cool and inviting. He looked up and saw someone.

Black as night, his hair. Deep eyes, dusted cocoa. Narrowed, concentrated. His hands, frail, holding the pencil precisely. His walls, up, his head, down. Nico. His hair, yellow as the sun. His eyes held the sky. His hands, holding nothing but his heart, his mind, open. Will.

When Voltron lands near camp half blood and Nico, Will, and Percy are sent to check out what the loud bang was. And it turns out they are all demigods except for one.

solangelo au. Will is paying his way through medical school by working at a flower shop. A dark mysterious guy buys the store next door and opens a tattoo shop. life starts to take a surprising turn. Warning: swearing, adult themes, violence and smut

Hi, my name is Will Solace. Why you're reading my diary? I have no clue. Maybe for the sake of knowing what it's like to be a demigod. Well, i guess the only people who know we're real are the demigods ourselves, monsters, and gods/goddesses, so that's probably no that reason. Anyway, sit back, get a cup of tea, and probably a pillow, because this will most likely bore you out of your mind. Unless, of course, you know it's real... _______ I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS.

on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]