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your-honor-im-zesty · 1 month

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what do i deserve, really? part 2

Will never particularly liked the fact that he was a healer.

Oh, he was good at it. At the risk of sounding arrogant, he was extraordinarily skilled- healing came to him easily, like water floated within a stream. He could mend a broken arm or hum healing hymns as easy as breathing in fresh air or smiling in the sunshine.

But he didn't like it.

Growing up, he was surrounded by legendary warriors and fighters. Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Clarisse La Rue- just to name a few. Even his siblings- Lee, Michael, Austin, Kayla- were incredibly skilled, especially in archery.

But Will? He was a healer. Not a fighter. His "weapons" were gloves and medicine- while others wielded knives and swords, he wielded needles and stethoscopes. While others were entangled within duels, he was performing surgery.

Theoretically, it wasn't a bad job. He saved lives, helped people. Many expressed their gratitude after that- they thanked him for being there, for being so quick and clever. And he was aware of that. But still, Will couldn't help but resent it. In a group of combatants, he was the only medic.

People told him he was lucky- being off the field meant he was safe, for the most part. The worst thing that could happen to him was catching a contagious disease, or accidentally stabbing himself with a scalpel. But that was precisely why Will hated it so much.

Safety. It made him feel guilty, like a fraud. While people were out there, fighting, risking their lives to save the world- he was confined within the infirmary, perhaps suturing wounds or healing cuts. His hardships- sleepless night, excessive stress, the crippling guilt when death struck too mercilessly- were nothing compared to theirs: nightmares, long-lasting injuries, PTSD. And Will was painfully aware of this.

Nico, he knew, was a well-respected hero. He had traveled within the depths of Tartarus twice, had fought fiercely in both the Titan and Giant War, had helped deliver the Athena Parthenon- and not to mention, he was the son of the god of death. He could raise the dead and travel through shadows and talk to ghosts- he was absolutely legendary. He was one of the strongest people Will had ever met- not just physically, but mentally, too. Not many people could do all that while dealing with grief for their sister's death and manage to emerge triumphant, sanity intact.

Which was why Will couldn't, for the love of the gods, understand what Nico was doing with him, of all people.

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"Well?" Hades prompted. He was staring intensely at Will, as was Persephone, who now looked mildly interested. Across the table, Nico was stiff as a board, eyes narrowed at his father. He looked confused, angry, and perhaps a little...touched?

Will stammered a little. "I don't know," he said, more honestly than he'd expected. Nico's eyes snapped to him, surprised. "I really don't know, sir."

Persephone made a soft, tittering noise; Nico looked at her sharply. "That's enough," he snapped, rising from his chair and glaring at Hades. "Father, you promised-"

"I promised I wouldn't hurt him," said Hades coolly, without taking his eyes off Will.

Well, fuck. This was what the god of the Underworld's shovel talk looked like.

Maybe it was his face, or maybe she was starting to grow bored, but Persephone took pity on him. "Enough, darling," she said. "Leave the boy be." To Will's surprise, Hades leaned back and shrugged.

"If you insist, my dear," he replied, stabbing a fork into his chocolate cake. Will didn't like the triumphant look in his eyes, like he'd just proved some sort of point.

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Apparently, Nico didn't like it either.

He cornered Will a few days later, in the infirmary. The blond was too busy stripping off his gloves and running his hands under cold water (he'd just finished a surgery on an Aphrodite camper's chest) that he didn't even notice Nico until his boyfriend was right behind him, breathing in his ear.

"You've been avoiding me."

Will jumped a foot, swearing loudly. He instantly regretted it when a seven year old Hermes girl peered over her shoulder from where she was propped up in a bed. Fuck, he was becoming a bad influence.

"What're you doing here?" he hissed, spinning around. He deliberately pretended not to have heard the previous statement. "It's fucking eleven at night."

"Could ask you the same thing," said Nico coolly. He studied Will, those dark eyes unnervingly like his father's. Then, in a far more hesitant tone, "Did...something happen? Is this about the dinner?"

Yes. Yes it is.

Ever since the dinner, Will had felt...off-kilter. He had always felt shitty about himself, but hearing those words from Hades had unlocked a new level of loathing. It was one thing to internalize it, and another for someone to point out that hey, you kinda suck. He was much more used to subtle insults- whispers behind his back, knowing looks exchanged right in front of him, eye-rolls or subtle barbs about his status as a healer. But being asked outright...

"I don't know what you're talking about," Will lied. He grabbed a towel and dried his hands. "I've just been busy lately- the infirmary's filling up really quick, now that kids are back for summer break." It should be shameful, how quickly the lie came to him- his father was the god of truth, and yet Will was an excellent actor. He could hide his feelings as easily as he healed people.

Nico's brows furrowed; he looked uncertain. Oh, shit- Will had forgotten his boyfriend had trust issues. He felt a surge of guilt, and remembered something Michael had once told him: lying will always come back to bite you in the ass, especially if it's to someone you love. (Granted, Lee had chided him after for swearing in front of 10 year old Will, but that wasn't relevant)

"I'm sorry," said Nico. He looked guilty now, which was infuriating because he had done absolutely nothing wrong. "My father...he and I haven't always been on the best terms, and I think it's just his way of caring for me. He hasn't been a father in years."

Oh- that's right. Will had forgotten that Hades was the only one to actually follow the Big Three Pact. He winced internally, but willed his voice to sound cheery. Peppy. "Yeah, no, I get that. Apollo isn't the most perfect dad either, but it's nice that he tries, you know?"

Nico looked at him a little suspiciously; had he sounded too happy? Maybe it was because Nico himself lied plenty of times about his own well-being. Like calls to like. A liar recognizes another.

"You should go," said Will quickly; he wasn't sure he would be able to withstand an interrogation. Wrapping an arm around Nico, he pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "You need your sleep, Ghost Boy."

Nico relaxed slightly and gave a thin, wan smile. "So do you, Solace."

"I'll wrap up in half an hour," Will fibbed, withdrawing his arm. He still had at least five patients to attend to, but Nico needn't know that. "Go to sleep, di Angelo- doctor's orders!" he added, inciting a small snort that- stupidly- made his heart swoon. He would never get tired of Nico's laughs.

The dark-haired boy had hardly walked a few steps to the door before he paused and looked back. There was a slight frown upon his face. He looked...concerned. "Will?"

"Yeah?"

"You know...you know what you're worth, right?"

You're certainly not worth him, a nasty voice whispered in his head. You're just a healer, and he's Nico di Angelo.

Thankfully, he was spared from answering Nico's question; there was a loud thump! and he whipped around to see the Hermes seven year old sprawled on the floor, groaning. She waved an angry fist at the window above her bed, where there were faces- of her siblings, no doubt- pressed against, smirking and laughing.

Oh, what the hell? Will thought as he rushed to help her to her feet. He almost didn't notice the soft click of the door that hinted at Nico's departure.

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ugh ok so this is part 2 its terrible ik i'm not really feeling it lately, idk why lmao...couldn't bring myself to properly edit this shit but so many people liked part 1 i figured why the hell not...may discontinue idk

as a writer i love to make my fictional characters suffer and insert my trauma on them :)

#percy jackson #percy jackson fandom #pjo #pjo fandom #solangelo #solangelo fic #will solace #nico di angelo #will x nico #will centric fic #will angst #ugh fuck writers block

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kermiees · 1 year

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'Cause Boys don't cry.

Boys don't cry - the cure fits Will so well. He deserves comfort.

#stranger things #st #stranger things 4 #Stranger Things #Will byers #Will #angst #my art #2023 #will angst #stranger things fanart #will byers fanart #william byers #stranger things fandom #boys don't cry the cure #noah schnapp

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maesiezori · 2 months

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chapter two

Nico was pretty tuned out of their conversation. He was more focused on staring at Will.

“Yeah, so this is the Big House.” Will shrugged, then looked down at Nico’s hand.

“Hey, I like your bracelets.” Will smiled.

Nico furrowed his brows, looking at his wrist. There was a lot—and they were all from Will in other timelines.

“Thanks.” he murmured.

“You’re unclaimed, right?” Will asked.

“No. I’m a son of Hades.”

Will blinked at him blankly, “huh?”

“I’m a son of Hades.” He raised a brow.

“..right. I’m just gonna..” Will sighed, pointing at the Hades Cabin. “This is cabin thirteen, Hades cabin.”

Nico glanced over the cabin—the exact same one he’s seen for who even knows how many years.

“Okay. Thanks.” Nico mumbled, opening the screen door and closing it, leaving Will behind.

He took a long breath as he sat on his bunk, rubbing a hand over his face and laying on his bed.

It had been a long, long day.

It had been a long 116 tries. Will just won’t stop fucking saving himself, he’s got that stupid need to be a fucking hero.

Nico despised it.

Maybe that was why he loved him so much.

“Jesus, Nico..” he said to himself, running a hand through his hair and clutching a pillow. “What’re you gonna do this time?”

chapter four

(give me some ideasssss please)

#nico and will #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy series #will solace #will angst

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andiwriteordie · 2 years

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when it comes to writing, i have exactly two settings:

1. extreme angst that will emotionally damage you, me, and the characters within the fic

2. fluffy shit that is so ridiculous and stupid and only happens in rom-coms and will make me feel like the most single person in the world

there is no in between

#today we're on setting 1 #but i have been listening to sweet nothing #and i want to write domestic byler #like #i have THOUGHTS #but FIRST #will angst #the ramblings of an ao3 writer

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ilovewillangst · 2 years

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BYLER FANFICTION

Warning: cussing

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It was bound to happen. Will was going to snap sooner or later. He was sick of Mike's bullshit.

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It was the third time they were fighting. They just couldn't seem to stop. How it started?

They were one town away. They couldn't get to far away because Vecna is still alive. It was a Friday morning and a quiet one at that. Everyone was at the wheelers new house. Everyone was in living expect for Will and Mike who were upstairs. Dustin asked "So how are we going to-" *THUMP* Everyone was shocked by the noise. Then they saw Will storm down the stairs with Mike following after. "Com'on Will" Mike said. Everyone was confused. "What happend?" Lucas and Dustin asked simultaneously. "Will com'on it was a joke." Mike said with no concern "Well jokes are supposed to be fucking funny" Will said with tears swelling his eyes. Nobody's heard him cuss before. They were shocked he even knew how to cuss. Jonathan and Steve were in pure shock."Will your to sensitive you need to grow up". That's when it happened. Wills outburst. "FUCK YOU MIKE!" Will yelled abruptly. The amount of hate and pain in his eyes shook everyone in the room. "w-will" " SHUT THE FUCK UP. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD ITS BEEN. HOW HARD IT WAS TO SLEEP AT NIGHT?" Will yelled. Nobody spoke. Jonathan didn't want them to fight put he knew this would be good for will. He was partly correct. Will just kept yelling. Tears flailing from his eyes. It was like he wasnt himself. He was like his father. That's what will thought. He didn't want to yell but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop himself from taking the watch mike gave and throwing it. *THUD* wills eyes went wide. He realized what he just did. Everyone was looking at him. Jonathan went through this once and he knew what was going to happen next.

----------------------------------------------------------It was about 4 years ago. Will had gotten mad at Jonathan once and he couldn't stop beating himself up over it. He had thrown a vase at Jonathan. Will just stared at Jonathan. That night he was crying about how he was becoming his father

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Will eyes moved back in forth. From Mike, to the party, at the wall and back to Mike. Will's anxiety spark and he ran out of the door. "WILL" Mike called following close behind him. Will made it to the middle of the woods before being caught by Mike. "mike let go ,please" Wills voice cracking with every word. Mike hated when Will cryed he just wanted to protect him but he had done the opposite. Mike pulled Will's wrist closer to him and pulled him into a hug. Will just broke down. Crying and apologizing over and over. Mike felt the pain in his voice. "You dont need to apologize it was my fault" Mike said with empathy. They broke the hug and walked back to Mike's house. As Mike look back at Will and was frozen. Will was just standing there. "JONATHAN HELP ITS WILL" The party was already on the the way when they heard Mike yell. When they got there Will was already in the air

#stranger things #Will angst #byler angst #mike wheeler #angst #byler #will byers

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cheesewelsom · 2 years

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BRANCH OR TTMY

The graveyard was dark, and damp after the earlier rain, But Will still treaded through the mud to get to his destination.

A tree on top of a hill where the sun meets the sky. Will Solace stares at the tree in front of him. he walks closer towards the three grave stones. He goes to the middle and a hurt look graces his face.

"... Through sickness and in health, but not through betrayal and anger. "Will mumbled as he looks behind him to see the sun set. It was beautiful, but Micheal yew didn't deserve this beauty. "Wherever you are, i hope you burn. "

#Micheal yew goes to elysium so no will he doesn't burn #Will solace #will #William Andrew Solace #Will Angst

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the-overanalyst · 7 months

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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

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bebx · 8 months

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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mcntsee · 1 month

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 8 months

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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greykolla-art · 3 months

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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

#grey art #fan art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel comic #JESUS WEPT THIS FUCKING THING WAS A BEAST #BUT I LOVE IT!#hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #Alastor #charlie morningstar #angst #hurt/comfort #whump art #I know what you people are I’m one of you!#I heard your cries for more angst and I aim to please!#also good excuse to use clip studio more #I only bust that out for something special #now let’s do something else! like eat!

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ato-dato · 10 months

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Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

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juiche · 5 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

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abyss-ak · 5 months

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Credits to @UQUOOZZ on Twitter

@asjeontrw

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chloesimaginationthings · 17 days

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Pomni and Gummigoo reunite in TADC!

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bats-and-the-birds · 23 days

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There are a lot of fics about the Justice League finding out about Batman's children via a series of circumstances leading to Nightwing joining the League (usually against Batman's will)

and I LOVE this trope, don't get me wrong, but I'd like to imagine a situation where it doesn't happen like that. I want a situation where Nightwing joins the League, but he and Batman play it off well enough that the JL doesn't put them together. They notice that they work well together, sure, and Batman seems to trust Nightwing easier than the other new members, but no one questions it because Nightwing is good.

And the JL reaches a point where it's been months or even years and they still don't know.

Until Nightwing gets hurt. They've seen him hurt before, but he gets hurt. Bleeding out, affected by fear toxin, whatever, the point is, he's in bad shape. And Nightwing - strong, crooked grin, happy facade - screams. He screams for his dad - a word that he never uses, but that doesn't matter now, because he's scared, and he's hurt, and he just wants to go home.

And nobody knows what to do. Every single League member very quickly realizes that they know nothing about this guy. Everyone wonders about Batman because he seems so mysterious, but Nightwing always seemed so open, and it's only in that moment that they realize they have no actual information on him.

But that only last for a split second, because, of course Batman reacts first. He runs to his side and starts to stabilize his injuries while assuring him in a voice that they've never heard before, a voice that is distinctly not his Batman growl, that he's right there and it's all going to be okay.

And Nightwing... well, he stops calling out for his father. And he doesn't stay in the watchtower infirmary after that. When they ask Batman where he took him, he just tells them home.

Nightwing's back a few months later, and that's when they start asking him if he's really Batman's kid, and he just smiles the same crooked grin and says, Of course. You didn't know?

#batman #comics #dc comics #dick grayson #bruce wayne #nightwing #justice league #justice league headcanon #batman headcanon #batfamily #a little angst

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