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Nico di angelo at hogwarts
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Nico n co.
I think Nico deserves a whole legion of older siblings who can mother, manhandle, and annoy the shit out of him (mostly Percy)
#everyone looks at him and are all like#‘oh yeah that guy’s brother shaped’#nico di angelo#fanart#nico di angelo fanart
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Percy: I don't get it - why would your siblings even want to "manage" us?
Nico: It's not that we ever wanted to deal with you like a person trying to domesticate a bunch of feral dogs. It's more like we had to do it because no one else was capable. Kind of like how my dad doesn't want to have to go Olympus to be mediator whenever your dads start fistfighting each other, but he does it anyway because Hestia is begging and if he doesn't, the world will probably explode and then the Underworld is going to be way busier than it already is and he's already got so much on his plate, he doesn't need more.
Thalia: I think you're exaggerating here, Nico. I can't imagine our siblings have always been at each other's throats to the point we need one of you to step in all the time. I mean, Percy and I worked together just fine during the last Titan war!
Nico: Okay, well, first of all, people who can work together can still want to kill each other. They aren't mutually exclusive. Case in point: both your dads whenever they think my dad is wrong or get mad about the same dumb thing. Also all siblings everywhere in the world. I would know - yesterday I helped Hazel decorate her room at Dad's house, and wanted to strangle her with the string lights because she was making fun of my room because I was making fun of her room.
Nico: Secondly, camp now has a giant crater that definitely wasn't there before, and I had to be called to shadowtravel from California because no one else could get through the storms you made or make either of you listen.
Nico: Also I can and have talked to a lot of our mortal siblings who frequently warned me about this exact scenario and were extremely relieved that neither of you would be living at camp together long-term, so your thoughts and opinions mean nothing to me right now.
Thalia:
Thalia: Fuck off.
Percy: I just want to say that I believe you, and I would never dismiss you or curse you out like she did just now. I think that was very rude of her, and she should be the one who stays tied up, while I am let go.
Nico: I know the fight was your fault, Percy.
Percy: What! I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just being my usual kind, polite self and she blew on me for no reason.
Nico: I can see your soul, Percy, I know you're lying.
Thalia: Ha! Idiot.
Percy: Shut up.
Nico: I need you both to stop talking to each other for the next ten days.
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NICO DI ANGELO MY GRUMPY BALL OF DARKNESS EMO GAY KING BELOVED AAAAA
this is my favourite one :) yes I made a Will one too bc THE SUN AND THE STAR IS SO GOOD READ IT NOW
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Nico drops lore the way dads drop lore
i like to think that (at least at the beginning of their friendship/relationship) nico is extremely nonchalant about 90% of the things he has gone through and will can't do anything about it other than look at him with a mix of surprise, sadness and awe.
he will be asking nico about his thoughts on american pizza as an italian and it will go like "have you ever had chicago style pizza ? :0c" and nico's reply will be "yeah, from the trash when i lived in the street. not really my thing but it might deserve a second chance." will's jaw is on the floor but nico doesn't get why.
#I love this hc#I’ve had it myself for awhile#Nico just drops bats shit tibets of knowlage out of nowhere like what he says is normal#leaving everyone else flabberghasted#not sure if its funnier if he knows what hes doing or is unaware#I think unaware to him it’s just something that happened when he was a kid#meanwhile everyone else is mortified#nico di angelo#headcanon#reblog
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hey guess what i've been thinking about lately :)
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Will would like to say, at risk of perjuring himself, that he did not intend to fall asleep.
Like, he wanted to.
And he did.
But it was not his original intent.
His original intent was to stabilize his patients (success), climb out the back window of the infirmary (success), stick the landing (failure is good for growth), meet Nico behind the Big House (success), and shadow travel to his cabin without throwing up (fifty percent is a pass). The secondary intent was to sprawl on his boyfriend’s lap, taking up as much space as possible in his massive, against-camp-regulations bed (how it is possible to be Dionysus’ nepo baby without actually being a child of Dionysus, Will shall never know), turn off his brain, and watch him play video games for a while.
The issue is that Nico is so comfortable.
Yeah, he’s bony. And yeah, sometimes he gets really into the game and forgets that Will is there, elbowing him in the face as he cusses at the screen in what sounds like ancient Latin. And yeah, the sound of a CoD lobby is the opposite of a sleep-conductive environment. However.
However.
While he may spend hours of his week standing on tables, lecturing on healthy eating habits and regular circadian rhythms via sonnet, and enforcing said habits via taser (rip Leo Valdez, you would’ve loved watching Will taser people for stress relief, come back alive soon), Will is what his friends and family call a ‘big fat hypocrite’.
He wouldn’t know healthy habits if they painted themselves bright neon blue (the easiest colour for him to see), stood ten feet tall, dressed in Malvolio’s outfit from Twelfth Night, and roundhouse kicked him in the teeth his mother spent thousands of dollars on (braces suck). He has not slept through the night even once his whole life. Yesterday, his two meals were 1) twizzlers and 2) audacity. He once measured how much liquid he had in his system on any given time and then drank approximately two point seven litres of RedBull to become, by volume, one half percent caffeine. (His heart did indeed stop. But it started back up again when Jason shocked him, so it was fine. Plus, he wrote it all down, so in reality it was science.)
Also, his dumbfuck peers keep getting themselves maimed, and he was informed unfortunately by Chiron that he cannot strike and leave them to suffer. (Accusing him of violating his First Amendment Right To Petition got him nothing but stable duty.) As of ten minutes before Nico picked him up, he was on his thirty-ninth consecutive hour of being awake. Probably. (He’s reasonably certain that climbing a tree on Friday morning and belting himself to the trunk, Katniss Everdeen style, for a quick catnap was not a fever dream, but one can never be too certain.)
Regardless. Point is, Will had cute boys to cuddle and Thoughts to Think. He had no intention of falling asleep.
And, yet.
He wakes up warm — the perfect kind of warm, wherein you feel akin to a soupified caterpillar in a chrysalis — or like a croissant lovingly shaped by the hands of an elderly chef in Paris and baked with care in a regulated oven — or like a wonderfully blubbery elephant seal baking on a slick rock — or like a space rock hurtling through the —
“Morning, Sunshine,” murmurs a very familiar voice. Following the very gentle murmur is a very gentle smooch on the forehead. Will, still mostly asleep, thinks he would sign off his soul without a second thought to ensure it happens again. “Or evening, rather.”
“Has anyone ever offered you their soul?” Will asks, fuzzy and disoriented. He tries and fails to blink the grogginess away, but the world around him stays dark, and the hand in his hair remains where it is, and he is so, so sleepy.
“Not yet,” Nico says. Will can hear the amused smile in his voice. “Why?”
Will yawns. “No reason. Timizzit?”
“Late, tesoro. Past curfew.”
Will groans, knocking his head gently back into Nico’s hold.
Of course his dumb ass slept through the evening. Of course he now has to drag himself awake and walk, in the blistering, nose-numbing frost (it’s sixty degrees, Solace) across camp, dodging feral harpy attacks (Apollo kids have harpy immunity, William), and trudging into his sad, small, lonely bed (gods above you are your father’s son) where he will of course be fully awake by the time he gets there. God really does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers. (You’re an atheist, William Andrew.)
“Why me,” he laments, refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap. Perhaps he will simply wither here, warm, satisfied, and more importantly away from little siblings who will not stop squabbling even when their long-suffering older brother looks longingly and pointedly at a bottle of cyanide.
Nico snorts. “Because the gods are punishing you for your crimes.”
“I have committed no crimes! This is unjust! Partisan! I am Hester Prynne and she is me —”
“Your mother is going to hell for teaching you literacy.”
“Defamation and libel!”
“Shut up, Will, gods —”
But he softens the blow of his words by leaning down, hands on either side of Will’s face, and kissing him like he’s trying to breathe him back to life. Or keep him quiet, honestly, but he smells like woodsmoke and citrus and old leather so Will doesn’t really mind. Even if he did, the chapped skin of Nico’s lips serves as a very good distraction, as does the brush of his thumb over Will’s cheekbone and the cool press of his ring against Will’s heated skin.
“Stay over,” he whispers, shifting his lips to Will’s chin, his jaw, his neck. He scratches his teeth lightly against Will’s adam’s apple and his hemoglobin briefly forget how important their job is. “You don’t have a shift tomorrow and everyone at camp owes you, like, twelve favours each.”
“That’s very convincing,” Will mumbles, unsure if he’s referring to Nico’s sound logic or the breath he blows on the shell of Will’s ear, which makes his arrector pili muscles go crazy. (He could make a more convincing case for the logic if all the blood had not abandoned his brain. Alas.)
“I’m a very convincing person.”
He slides a hand under Will’s shirt and his already very weak resolve pulls out a suitcase, packs its things, and abandons its family to pursue a career in competitive shoemaking. Or something. Nico’s hands are very very cold and it feels really really good for some reason and Will is just one man, okay. He may have been named after willpower but that does not mean he possesses any. And Nico is a convincing person. He out-stubborned Death.
“Okay,” he gasps out, arching into the nail Nico scratches over the intensely sensitive skin of his hip, “I’m staying, I’m staying, please take all your wiles and ship them out into the sea in a wine crate ala Danaë and her newborn.”
“…You are such a deeply strange person.”
“And yet you love me so.”
Nico presses his smile to Will’s forehead. “Indeed, I do.”
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No one alerted Nico of the incident until McGonagall walked into arithmancy looking more tired then usual. "Mr. di Angelo you are required in the hospital wing at once."
Everyone watched him grab his stuff and leave before they started speculating on what was wrong.
Nico listened as McGonagall briefed him on what happened. "This morning while preparing for his first class of the day professor Hagrid found a girl under a heavy tree branch bleeding from the head. When she woke and was told she was here, she asked for you."
"Did she say her name?"
"Thalia Grace. Kindly escort her back to where she came from, before the rest of the student population finds out about this and I get a hundred howlers about the lack of security."
"Sure professor."
Nico stalked into the hospital wing. "Why are you here? How are you here? You're supposed to be in like, Maine or something."
Thalia smiled "nice to see you too. I have a head injury you know, you could be nice to me."
"You could be in Maine like you're supposed to be."
"I am supposed to be here! The centaurs asked us for help with the overabundance of monster. And seeing you're here, I see why they asked."
Nico considered hexing Thalia, Madame Pomfrey was right there. "Come on, I"ll walk you down to the edge of the forest and you can go back to your cult."
Thalia jumped out of bed, grabbing her bow and quiver from where they'd been set against the wall. "Not a cult."
"It literally is. How'd you get hurt?"
Thalia fell into step besides Nico. "I called stepmother dearest a bitch because I tripped on a root. She did not appreciate it."
"Why would you do that."
Thalia waved off Nico's concern. "I didn't break anything this time. Besides, pretty soon there'll be a few dozen babies she can take her anger out on, I'll be old news."
"I pity your siblings."
"So do-" Thalia paused at the staircases. "Why are the fucking stairs moving di Angelo?"
"Oh, yeah, they do that. Come on, it's not dangerous, just looks dangerous." Nico said, grabbing Thalia's arm to drag her down the steps as she grew impossibly pale.
Everything was alright, slowly but surely they made their way down the steps. Until Thalia stepped on a fake step and fell with a scream, taking Nico down with her.
"What the fuck was that?!" Thalia asked when they were both safe on the real steps.
"False steps. Now come on, McGonagall wanted me to get out of here quietly. So let's go, we can take the stairs, I can levitate you down or we can take the short cut."
Thalia laughed, on the edge of hysteria "am I blonde? Do I have a scar from trying to eat a stapler? No? Then don't you dare think about floating me down. No shadow travel. Just tell me where the fake steps are and if I survive, I won't punch you in the face."
"Deal."
They managed to get down the staircase eventually and Nico lead Thalia to the edge of the forest. "Now fuck off and don't come back, you'll ruin my cover. If you haven't already."
She smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. "Don't die."
"You're the one hunting monsters every day. I hang around mortals all day. I'm more a danger to them then they are to me, magic or not. Now get out of here before someone sees you." He pushed her towards the forest.
#I was going to try posting this on ao3 in like a nice fic and part of the was rewriting it#but it takes so much work and like I'm still writing it but instead I'm considering posting bit out of order on here in chunks#so stuff I've rewritten and new stuff like this and maybe a master list because I look back at the stuff here and it's alright#but I've changed a few things so I'd post the rewritten bits first and just go from there going all willy nilly#pjo#hp#percy jackon and the olympians#harry potter au#hogwarts#crossover#pjo x hp#nico di angelo#heroes of olympus#hoo
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YES! We get so much powerful Percy, some powerful Nico and a bit for Jason. But what about Thalia and Hazel?
Its canon Hazel can manipulate celestial bronze like she should have swords flying around her like she’s using the force. A sword should be able to swing into her side but instead of making contact it just bends around her. She should be able to crush someone inside their armor. She should be able to control a volley of silver arrows and make them turn or force them to the ground to hit an area of her choice. She's so fucking powerful and it's not shown enough in the books.
I feel like Thalia drew the short straw, I looked at her wiki to see her powerset, what was listed was superstrength, super speed, fighting ability and intimidation. We don't get to see much of her powers but they have to be epic right? Like Can she summon massive storms? Control electricity? Imagine if she drew power from the power grid to blast a monster and it causes a massive power outage because she steals all the electricity. In the modern age she must be so much more powerful than children of Zeus from centuries past because of the power grid. Like, she's gotta be so powerful but we never get to see the full extent of her powers
In the same vibe as Percy choking Akhlys, may I suggest :
Nico causing wounds to necrotize. Even from a small scratch on your finger, it spreads so fast your only hope is an amputation asap.
Jason holding the air still in your lungs. You're not dying because you don't have air, but because you can't get it out and are literally choking.
Hazel controlling stones in jewelries. Imagine getting chocked by your necklace, your finger being sectioned by your ring, being handcuffed by your bracelets, your head being crushed between your earrings...
Thalia manipulating the electricity in your body. Causing your nervous system to move in certain ways, or just shutting down your brain activity.
The big 3 are terrifying, and I wish we would've seen them (others than Percy) being more op. Cmon Rick, show us reasons the gods are afraid of them !
#it's a CRIME#hazel and Thalia should get way more badass moments#Rick slept on their powers#like how was Thalia hunted for so long and suppoesdly so powerful but then we never see her fucking blast a monster to bits!#She should get to decintigrate people! Come on!#And Hazel! We saw how powerful she could be we saw her use those braclets to hang the amazons by their feet like!!! more of that!! now!!#give my girls some proper scenes of being fucking terrifying!#reblog#hazel levesque#thalia grace#nico di angelo adjacent
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A little bit glowy, unnaturally good aim, really good at music, a little too good at predicting things, take your pick
I love the idea of every demigod giving mortals the uncanny valley about themselves. On an instictual level mortals are a little weary from thousands of years of gods going around doing whatever the fuck they want without care for the mortals that'll be hurt from their actions.
Percy always smells like he's been at the beach all day even if he's not been in a hundred miles of an ocean for a month. Nico has a weird way of reminding people of dead relatives. Like his eyes, hair, how he walks, something small that makes your heart ache with grief. When Thalia walks around in her boots it sometimes sounds like thunder either just as one quiet rumble or so loud you look at the sky trying to find storm clouds that may or may not be there.
You don't know why but when you see a hermes kid in your vicinity you hold your purse a little tighter and make a mental check that you have everything you should. You look at a child of Aphroditie and something in the back of your mind tells you they look a little too perfect.
So on and on. idk I just think it'd be a cool thing especially in fics. Imagine how hard it'd be to convince mortals you're trying to help when they inherently don't trust you. Not because you've done something to make them not trust you. But because it's an instinct, a survival instinct.
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Percy and Nico are so funny. Never have I seen two characters who would, literally, die and kill for each other, whilst in the same time cannot look into each other’s eyes or spend three minutes in the same room without the air turning uncomfortable. Ha ha ha
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hello, this is my introduction post thingie.
I'm Ace, they/them pronouns. This as you may have guessed is a blog about Nico di Angelo and the Percy Jackson series. It was originally created for a hp pjo crossover but that's been on the back burner for a while now but I've not abandoned it, don't you worry.
Asks are appreciated and encouraged, I love rambling about stuff anything and everything relating to PJO, Nico and my silly little au
tags:
#corssover is for my pjo hp crossover, I put quite a few tags down for it but I think that everything's tagged with crossover so if you're looking for my au that's your best bet
#nico di angelo anything relating to the one and only Nico di Angelo
#nico di angelo adjacent thigns that kinda relate to Nico, but not entirely
#not nico di angelo anything that's not specifically about Nico di Angelo
#ask for any asks I'm sent. I have many dumb opinions I’d love to rant about. Send me asks, you’ll make my day
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I love the idea of every demigod giving mortals the uncanny valley about themselves. On an instictual level mortals are a little weary from thousands of years of gods going around doing whatever the fuck they want without care for the mortals that'll be hurt from their actions.
Percy always smells like he's been at the beach all day even if he's not been in a hundred miles of an ocean for a month. Nico has a weird way of reminding people of dead relatives. Like his eyes, hair, how he walks, something small that makes your heart ache with grief. When Thalia walks around in her boots it sometimes sounds like thunder either just as one quiet rumble or so loud you look at the sky trying to find storm clouds that may or may not be there.
You don't know why but when you see a hermes kid in your vicinity you hold your purse a little tighter and make a mental check that you have everything you should. You look at a child of Aphroditie and something in the back of your mind tells you they look a little too perfect.
So on and on. idk I just think it'd be a cool thing especially in fics. Imagine how hard it'd be to convince mortals you're trying to help when they inherently don't trust you. Not because you've done something to make them not trust you. But because it's an instinct, a survival instinct.
#I just think it's a fun concept lol#uncanny valley#pjo#hoo#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#percy jacson#thalia grace#nico di angelo adjacent
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I get people liking fics where Nico and Percy have made up and are all buddy buddy.
But their relationship is so interesting and to me, making them all buddy buddy just doesn't work. They have too much of a history.
I find it was more fun for them to not be friends, they don't trust each other, not really, not after everything. So they stay away from the elephant in the room. They team up for Capture the flag and if they have to go on another fetch quest together then fine.
But they're not friends. They'll never be able to be friends.
Sure they aren't trying to kill each other, but their ongoing "prank war" has some pranks that are nearly lethal, lethal enough that if it was for anyone else that person would get hurt. But Percy and Nico emerge with only a few scratches and the need for vengence.
You look at them and they're kinda friend shaped, but it's like fitting two puzzle pieces together that don't quite fit because even though they look just about like they should fit, they're from two separate puzzles. You can smush them together but things will be bent and there'll be something a little off. They'll never fit together perfectly, they'll never truly be friends. At least, not for a very long time.
#they're demigods#part of the most dysfunctional family to ever exist#this also goes over to them and Thalia#but that's more like th sibligns that lovingly bullies you#and she makes conflict between Percy and Nico just to watch the chaos unfold#nico di angelo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#pjo#hoo
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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
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Ares saying he hates his own kids and the worst day of the year is when they visit him makes my heart break for Clarisse more. Clarisse fights so hard for scraps of her father’s attention and Ares sees her as just another nuisance. He doesn’t care about her unless she’s able to serve him. But Clarisse (like Annabeth) thinks she just has to work harder for him to love her. In her mind, it’s all her fault. Which is why she is so angry when little punk Percy strolls in at twelve years old, no training and unclaimed, and immediately defeats the minotaur. In three days hes already got the gods attention and his father claimed him. Of course she’s angry.
#clarisse is my favorite character#i need MORE#and dior’s such a good actress she plays Clarisse perfectly#SoM is going to be the best#clarisse la rue#reblog#not nico di angelo
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Hello! I just wanted to pop by and say I really love your blog! I'm writing a fic of my own where Nico's at Hogwarts, but I haven't read the books in years (it was the new show that catapulted me back into this series) so I might use your work as an "am I doing okay" reference for Nico's characterization because you seem to have it on lock. If that makes you uncomfy, please let me know and I will actually force myself to sit down and reread the series (when college takes a break from strangling me).
As for an actual question, I was wondering what your favorite part about Nico is! Have a lovely day/night/whatever!
First of all, this literally made my day I’m so happy you like my blog!
As for characterization I havent read either the pjo series or hp in forever so I can’t say if I’m characterizing anyone particularly well. But feel free to reference it if you like, I don’t mind at all.
As for my favorite part I’m just gonna talk for in my au. And I’d say it’s just how fucking weird he is to everyone else around him. He mentions one small thing like the plates and glasses magically giving you whatever food and drink you ask for and it blows everyone’s minds. As far as they know, with their magic that’s not possible. You can’t make food out of thin air but Nico just said that’s how it works. Maybe it’s house elves but he’s also said there’s no house elves there. Eventually people learn to not question what he says because it’ll leave you with seven more questions for every one you ask and you’ll never get an answer that makes sense.
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