Au concept: Sportacus is on the subway and this random guy next to him passes out on his shoulder. (I’m talking full on drooling, snoring mess) Sportacus misses his stop because he doesn’t want to wake the poor guy up, then Robbie wakes up and is absolutely mortified. Sportacus is just “it’s fine!! you obviously needed the rest :})” (and maybe later Robbie finds a phone number tucked into his shirt collar
Also please imagine Sportacus needing to grab a handle at a stop but he’s too short so he grabs Robbie’s arm
Another thought: “Someone offered Grandpa Iþro a senior citizen seat on the subway and he did this 😂” insert pic of grandpa holding himself horizontally from the bar
I can't think of headcanons myself, but how would their first kiss go? :D
*digs hands into cliche solangelo headcanon box*
@bailci asked for headcanons and instead i delievered a fanfiction in bullet point omfg im so sorry
fight me all you want on this, but their relationship for sure started with a ‘first kiss’ because they’re cheesy like that
so lets give a bit of background shall we ??
i like to think that they really became friends—actual friends–after those three days in the infirmary and they obviously had *those* moments
you know what im talking about.
like when things got a bit too quiet during their walks and both had the urge to just reach out and hold the others hand
or when they one of them were caught by the other stealing glances here and there during meetings because literally who cares about what chiron’s saying when there’s a cute boy in the room
but besides those little moments, i’d say they were pretty comfortable with each other
nico would voluntarily hang out with will at the infirmary and “help him out” and “bring him a snack”
anyway let me actually answer this before i go on rambling about their cute friendship days:
maybe things got pretty bad one night. i’d presume nico had some really bad nightmares and he woke up and took a walk to clear his mind
and maybe he just happened to walk over to the path that lead him to the apollo cabin—half because he hated the dark and half because the glowing warmth of the cabin gave him comfort and solace
and of course, will would just be leaning there, maybe trying to get his own thoughts out of his head and when he saw nico, he’d just smile and gesture him to come closer.
they’d take a walk together around camp, just talking about normal things until will asked him what he was doing up and walking around at twelve in the morning
“you’re literally the child of the sun solace the better question is what are you doing at twelve in the morning”
will would probably just shrug and say how he was just couldn’t sleep cause he was thinking about his brothers
and then—uh oh—it’s awkward and quiet suddenly and will doesn’t knows why until nico starts talking about how he was thinking of bianca and oh
and because will solace is a Literal Sunshine he’d probably just ask him to elaborate and talk about his sister and his time at italy and all of a sudden nico is flailing his arms and his eyes are sparkling and will is biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too much
eventually the conversation fades away comfortably, maybe laughing at something nico said, but either way the silence that follows after is finally a comfortable one
nico breaks it by looking over at will with the calmest expression will has ever seen and he thanks him—for listening, for being there, for letting him rant on and [insert bumbling flustered nico here]
“he’s really cute but oh god he won’t shut up and i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what’s he’s saying anymore”
so will decides to shut him up and calm him down by leaning in closer and pressing his lips against nico’s in a chaste, gentle way. his lips are warm—they’re unbelievably smooth and the happy warmth bubbling inside his chest is a bit too much and for a second will doesn’t realize that nico’s become tense against him
and just as he’s about to pull back, nico relaxes slowly and presses closer in a super nervous and unsure type of way because he’s 14 okay and he can’t even handle will smiling at him and you’re talking kissing
will feels a rush of happiness and he puts his hand on top of nico’s trembling one (he also learns that kissing, contrary to popular belief, does not calm people down)
and they part, not because they want to, but because breathing is a thing and they kind of forgot how to do that in the last few seconds.
now all of a sudden they’re looking at each other with wide eyes that dart to the other’s lips awkwardly and faces that are too red to be healthy and they just start laughing because their shocked and also nervous but most of all happy and “oh my god did we just…”
they spend the rest of the night unable to sleep but because of a good reason this time: just thinking about how the others lips felt and each little sensation and smiling into their pillows and oh my god is that the sun?
at the mall, there was pack of Skater Boys zooming around and I spotted these two guys in the pack of Skater Boys who started pushing each other and this dude with a backpack on actually STUCK HIS FOOT OUT to trip the other guy with an Active shirt but he fell off his skateboard. he totally wiped out and the Active Shirt Guy fell a second later because he tried to grab onto the Backpack Guy and they both went down. their pack of Skaters didn’t even stop. I didn’t know what to do cause they were in my way so I stood behind a pole and watched as the Backpack Guy helped up the Active Shirt Guy, threw his arm over his shoulder, kissed his cheek, picked up their skateboards, then walked into an ice cream store together
College wasn’t nearly as terrifying as people made it seem.
It wasn’t much of a change. At least not for Will. Being independent wasn’t
that different from how it was back home. His mom worked all day and he watched
his sister while she did, which meant he had to learn to cook and clean and
help her with homework while managing his own.
He’d looked forward to college. To being able to be his age
instead of a fatherly brother. What he hadn’t looked forward to were the
awkward friendless days and lack of transportation or money. He would forget to
eat sometimes, but he didn’t want to make food in bulk like he always did
because he was on his own. He had no one to share with.
It wasn’t too bad. He was good at socializing, at talking to
people he met in the café or on his way to class or in class. They were just
never official friends. They weren’t people Will saw himself hanging out with
off campus, or people he found himself taking up to his dorm to watch a movie
or play a game.
His campus was relatively small. A college that was hard to
get into but not very well known. He saw a lot of familiar faces, but none of
them had names in his mind.
As he walked with his head bent over his phone, someone
rammed into him at a corner. “Oh s-” He stopped when a pair of hands pushed him
back and looked up to see a dark haired guy scowling at him through a grunt of
annoyance. “S-sorry,” Will muttered.
The guy gave him half an eyeroll and walked away. Will felt
his cheeks flare with embarrassment and anger. He shut his eyes and took a
breath and kept walking. As he walked into class, a guy he usually sat beside
turned to him excitedly.
“Dude!” he exclaimed, taking Will by surprise because he
hardly ever initiated conversation if not for a partner discussion. “Listen,
the café is having an open mic night and me and buddy are performing. I wanted
to know if you’d come to, you know show support.”
“Oh. Sure what time?” he answered.
“Seven. It goes on until nine, but you don’t have to stay
the whole time.” Will nodded and jotted it down on his hand. “Thanks, man.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He smiled and turned his attention to
the professor as class started.
Will figured it’d be fun to hear people sing and play their
instruments at this thing, so he was actually looking forward to it. He was
looking forward to it so much, he got there half an hour early and found
himself seated near the front, reading a book as he waited.
Summary: The summer of Crown Prince Will Solace’s tenth birthday, he stumbles upon a boy on the beach who turns out to be a little more than he first appears.
The summer of Will’s tenth birthday, he gets lost on the beach.
The water is the color of sunlight, the sand burning hot under his bare feet by the time he realizes he’s lost track of the knobby, stone-gray turrets of the castle behind him. He can already feel the itchy heat on his neck that means a sunburn, his mind helpfully supplying the exact lecture he’s sure to receive from his father when he finds his way back.
William, I understand the impulse to wander, but you have to understand that, as heir to the throne, you have a responsibility to take care of yourself.
I wanted to practice pencil drawings (and try out these nice cute patterned masking tape thingies I’d bought a while ago) so of course I needed to draw some fluffy Scorbus! Imagine them posing for a photo so they can add it to their scrapbook… :’)
okay but Giotto grew up on the street right? i can just imagine him meeting somebody when he first made his family and he hasnt learned Etiquette yet. the other boss is like “fine we’ll duel” after there was a disagreement for a ceasefire. giotto thought they were both just gonna throwdown and beat the other’s face in not have an old west gun show down. he’s so confused when he’s told to step ten paces away and draw like “whats this rich bullshit come over here and fight me”