While I’m editing the pics I’m going to post some of them from time to time for you guys! I think the whole photosession is going to be in sunsetish-sepia colors, I hope you like that >_< Have fun with this little ‘JUST KISS ALREADY’ Photo :D

So there’s this thing going around since the titan’s curse, that Nico is more fluent in Italian than he is in English, he misses Italy etc. But what y'all seem to forget is that Nico lived in Italy for 9-ish years, before leaving to live in an american hotel for 70-ish years.

He did sure live in Italy for longer than he did in America (and by that I mean the time he was aware he lived in America), and he sure feels more fluent in Italian sometimes, but the entire “oh mi amore I miss Italy so much” isn’t canonly accurate, simply because he lived in Italy for a small amount of time, and it was his childhood. I don’t think that at age 13 you can remember what happened when you were 7 or 8, especially with 70 years in between.

If there’s something Nico misses in Italy, it is his sister and mother.

aesthetic → annalypso

There’s a place on the corner of Cherry Street
We would walk on the beach in our bare feet
We were both 18 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away

(x)

Solangelo

A Solangelo take on the bridge scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding scene, with certain creative liberties.


“So, what’s your family like?” Nico asked with an imploring smile.

Will’s heart skipped a beat at the smile. Fifth date and he was going crazy for Nico already. This would not end well, concluded the voice in his head, who sounded suspiciously like cousin Lou. 

“Hello, earth to Will…Anyone there?” The Italian questioned, his voice alluring.

Will quickly blinked out of his daze.

“Um, yeah…” He looked towards the ground.

Family. The family that didn’t know he was out on a date with a very nice, very rich, very handsome and marginally annoying, non-Greek boy. If ever there was a topic not to stray into on a date, family was it.

Nico, bless him and everything he stood for, acknowledged the pause for the non-answer it was and instead began shooting into facts about his own family.

“Well, I’ve got two sisters, one older than me and one younger. Hazel, my younger sister, has a gorgeous set of twins, a boy and a girl and Bianca- She’s not really into the whole settling down thing, y’know.”

Will nodded with a soft smile aimed at his boyfriend- where they boyfriends? Will didn’t know if it was too soon for this conversation, but he personally thought they were boyfriends. Everything Nico said managed to sound fascinating, like they were secrets he pressed directly into Will’s ears. That was, when he wasn’t avoiding treatment from his one-time doctor. Who technically wasn’t licensed, but he could handle making a splint, thank you very much.

“I don’t see them often, but we get together during Christmas time, it’s one of the few times our step-mom’s home and her and dad throw this quite get-together, with the whole family, we all just sit around eating and drinking until eventually everyone caves in and we spend the night there instead of driving home.”

Will let his smile out fully and freely, “That sounds wonderful…I’ve never really been to a quiet get-together before,” he muttered out.

“Why’s that?” Nico pressed again, facing him as he got off the bridge railing.

Will hesitated. Nico was this great, attractive and established lecturer. People paid actual thousands to hear him speak for an hour and he wanted to listen to some pre-med drop out talk about his big, fat, embarrassing, Greek family. 

“Well, I’m Greek,” he shrugged the words out, not quite what he wanted to say, but still a beginning.

Nico gave Will a long-suffering look, even that was attractive! Gods damn him for his good-looks.

“And…?” He queried when his look still remained unanswered.

Will sighed, better to send Nico away now, before he fell in love and it left actual damage. He spoke with his eyes trained to the ground, flickering just barely to look at Nico through his long, blonde locks.

“And I’m Greek, so for Christmas my Ma makes roast Lamb and my dad and uncles all try and fight over who gets to eat the brain, while my pappous eventually eats it when they’re not looking. My Aunt Athena then chases me around with the eyeball, because she says it’ll make me smart enough for college to accept me again. You have two sisters? I have three brothers and two sisters, because my parents adopted Meg a few years ago too. Not to mention the nineteen first cousins- just first cousins- who are always there or all the girls my Aunt cares for in her shelter, who again, are always there. My family’s big and loud and all we do is eat and eat and eat, while complaining in Greek. Everyone’s in each other’s face all the time and we never just get a moment to think. And they’re always saying, Will do this, Will be that, Will fix this. Will why are you not married? Where are my Greek grandchildren?  When Will you settle down with a nice, Greek girl? And all we ever do is Greek, Greek, Greek, because the only people we hang out with are- Greeks, so we can marry more Greeks because that’s all anyone in my family does, get married to a Greek, have Greek children and eat Greek food.”

Nico paused, eyes widened, before a smirk pulled onto his face.

“Woah,” he said in that damningly attractive voice.

“Not-woah, I’m being serious. No one in my family has ever gone out with a non-Greek before and you’re- you’re just- wonderful,” he spat out as if he were offended, to which Nico raised an amused brow.

Will stopped to breathe and really stared at Nico. Nico was wearing dark, grey jeans, but they fit his legs perfectly, sculpting his muscles. His top was just a touch loose, black and silky. Dark hair touched fair skin, curly at the bottoms and his jaw was like that of a chiselled statue, sharp yet soft enough to trail kisses off of, Nico was so wonderful. 

And Will was a mess of a twenty-six year old, with shaggy hair and an uneven-tan. Who wore a stupid, orange hoodie and khaki’s to a fancy date. 

He felt stupid. Stupid Nico being so stupidly great.

“You’re so wonderful, but I’m not sure this will work-out, so…” He trailed off, hoping Nico caught on.

“Work out? What’s there to work out? I like you Will, you’re gorgeous, you’re so alive and you know what you want. Before I met you, I used to fantasise about all the different ways someone could die and I’d make stories up about all the Gods in my head, I’m not some perfect, wonderful being, but you make me want to be, Will.”

Will’s breath halted. Nico stepped closer to him, not touching him, but peering at him with dark, dark eyes.

“I’m this huge, dorky, at time suicidal shit-head and the fact that I’m willingly telling you that shows how much I’ve come to care about you in this short period of time we’ve known each other. Will, before I met you I felt like I was just going through life without living, but Will you make me come alive,” Nico whispered the last sentence and put his hand on Will’s cheek.

Will let a stunned blush engulf his face as he tried to stop staring at his wonderful, beautiful, incredibly stupid boyfriend.

“I make you come alive?” He questioned with a cheshire-grin, because that was some top-notch poetry there, he’d know, his family did run a poetry slam every second Friday at their clinic.

“Shut up,” replied the Italian with an interesting hue of red on his face.

Will laughed softly, running his fingers through Nico’s hair.

“I’ll always be here to make sure you come alive, so you better not go dying on me, okay?” He teased lightly.

“Never,” Nico replied with the same tone, leaning forward so their lips met in a chaste kiss.


I re-watched My Big Fat Wedding today and I thought of Solangelo while watching it and I don’t know, this scene just stuck out to me and I was like, Will’s Toula, bc family will drive him insane and Nico’s lucky to have a smaller amount of relatives. Obvs Nico’s not Greek in this, but everyone else from Camp Half-Blood, other than Hades children are Greek. Numbers of relatives aren’t concrete bc reasons. Also I made Will and Nico way too sappy, but fight me, it’s a rom-com movie, I can’t just have them arguing for like ten minutes.

Solangelo and The Mafia Part 2

Here it is guys! I made you guys wait so long I am terrible i know, please forgive me. If you haven’t read part one here it is! Hope you guys enjoy and please please please give some feedback! (also there will be a part three and we will be seeing some more characters in the third part so (((: the more feedback i get he quicker i get stuff out (usually))


Nico tapped the sides of the cup he had ordered half an hour ago with nerves as Will folded up his apron and tucked it underneath the front of the register. He didn’t know how Will was going to react.

Would he be mad? Would he tell him a “hey thanks but get outta my life you creepo?”. And what if he found out Nicos profession? He wasn’t exactly a good guy. He’d been called things. Bad things. A monster, a murderer. True things, he reasoned in his head, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

Nico was still deep in thought when a chair scraped out from across him. He looked up and saw a hard look on Wills face, the blond haired mans eyebrows slightly furrowed and mouth set straight, contrasting with his messy, curly halo hair. Will cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

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