Disclaimer: I don't claim to own rights to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus series.

Warning: Contains spoilers for The Blood of Olympus. Set on Chapter 45 until the end of the book. Read on your own risk (but who am I kidding? We've probably all read the books by now. You won't be here if you didn't want any more Solangelo, wink wink.)

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WILL YOU SHUT UP
A Heroes of Olympus fanfiction

Pt 1

Will Solace had now, officially, seen everything in his life. Although, that was probably an overstatement since he was a demigod so he was sure he would be surprised every single second in his life. Especially being a child of Apollo who was the god of a lot of things (weirdness included) and a healer himself (capture the flag is not one of Will's most favorite occasions), but right that moment, he was sure he has seen everything.

Tyson appeared from nowhere and came running across the camp to the cabins on his full height. He was carrying a satyr who was holding a battered looking baseball bat on one hand and a harpy flapping her wings was perched on his head. The trio looked like a a redhead cheerleader who signed up for a sorority initiation. Or a high school mascot gone rouge. Or the weird Hawaiian towers Apollo loved describing in Haiku during summer.

It was still dark out, and he could barely see them even with his superb eyesight (it was still unfortunate that he didn't have X-ray vision he'd been bargaining for with Apollo for years since he didn't have his father's other fighting abilities) if it weren't for the eerily green lights casted by the skulls from the Hades cabin. Well, the rest of the cabins' lights were also turned on, but since the cabin was empty, Will thought it was worth noting.

Tyson shrunk back to his normal size and it was just then that Will recognized the satyr as Gleeson Hedge, guardian of Jason and Co. He more of heard the coach, rather than saw him, with all his cursing and demands for a something called a Melanie. That was not the weird part. It was Clarisse La Rue running out of the Ares Cabin in her full armor yelling obscenities about the female curse and how Athena had it best then tackling Tyson to wrestle with the satyr. Will thought she was wrestling with him, until he realized she gave him a huge hug before carrying him to the Ares Cabin like a football player.

Will blinked and rubbed his eyes to make sure his coffee was not wearing out. Unfortunately, he was still wide awake. He just finished taking inventory of their supplies in the infirmary aka Apollo's Cabin, when the need arouse.

The whole camp was on its toes the past days with the Roman army camped just past Thalia's tree. Clarisse took the lead as the head counselor of the Ares cabin. That meant rallying up the troops. Planning with Malcolm from Athena cabin. Strengthening their lines of defenses. Urging Hephaestus to make more dangerous weapons. Personally though, Will thought Clarisse just liked being in charge of everything. Clarisse always wanted to be in control, especially in the events of a war. Will wondered if there was still lingering guilt from the Titan War. Clarisse was too proud then, even when Apollo Cabin held their white flag.

Clarisse suddenly got out of the cabin again as if she read his thoughts and was barreling towards him as if he stole her football and she was wiling to call upon the blessing of Ares to get it back. Will screamed like a girl, threw his coffee cup above his head and ran the opposite way.

"WILL ,WHERE IN THE NAME OF ARES ARE YOU GOING?!" Clarisse bellowed from behind him.

"Anywhere away from you!" Will cried, but as he expected, Clarisse tackled him to the ground, and pinned him on his legs. Will tried to wriggle away, raising his hand in the air. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't think you're proud and annoying!"

"What are you talking about?" Will realized Clarisse was already standing up, and he was still undulating like a literal worm. "Mellie's contractions are getting worse. She's about to give birth any second now and the Apollo kid on watch fainted."

"Gods," Will muttered, half in relief, as he helped himself up, and followed Clarisse to the Ares cabin. Mellie not Melanie, he realized. The coach's cloud wife. Will always thought of her as a cloud, especially since the place where her stomach would have been was so bloated she could have passed of as a cloud… or a balloon.

Like he thought, he had not seen everything yet.

The Ares cabin was different to the Apollo cabin, to say the least. He didn't want to dwell on fact that he couldn't name a least a quarter of the traps that was laid all over the cabin. Being with the head counselor didn't even give Will any assurance of safety.

But then again, that wasn't the everything Will saw.

It was the coach kissing the cloud nymph. It would have been a beautiful sight… if it wasn't a satyr French kissing a cloud. Will's eyes bugged out of his head, and he could feel the coffee climbing his throat. He swallowed to keep it down.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, Mellie cried out in pain and the slurping stopped. Clarisse pushed Will towards Mellie, and he knelt down in front of her. He advised the coach to hold Mellie's hand while his senses sharpened and his instincts went to overdrive as he was in his zone.

Will definitely didn't want to describe what a baby satyr looked like coming out of a female cloud's private part. It didn't help that the baby satyr was already kicking, as if it did not want the help Will was offering. Will was already considering doing a cesarean section and was thinking about how he could actually pull it off when Mellie gave a huge push that shook the whole Ares cabin, especially Will who then caught the baby as it slid out. Will asked for some water, and the clothe readied by the previous watcher from Apollo to clean the baby up.

The coach cried with actual tears, Will thought satyr cried grape juice for tears, as he carried the baby in his arms. He passed the baby to his mom and the coach clapped Will on his back. "You're not bad kid," the satyr told him. "An Apollo kid? A healer? Boy, it would have been nice to have you with our missions! Especially since the di Angelo kid kept passing out on us."

That brought Will back to Earth. Or Hades. Or wherever he should be at the moment. The shock of delivering the baby goat passed by easily when a certain son of Hades was mentioned.

"Nico, you mean?" Will raised an eyebrow.

Nico was one of the most powerful demigods Will knew, not even counting that he was a son of Hades. He'd seen him fight during the battle of Manhattan, alongside his father, the actual Hades, and he didn't even go to the Apollo cabin to get healed after, which Will thought was both amazing and a total bummer. He didn't stalk Nico or anything. He was sure Nico was too cool for him. Always lounging about by himself, looking like he was always analyzing the whole camp, trying to figure out the secret of the world with his gaze… It's just a shame that his gaze always sought Percy's green eyes.

"… 3 days!" Coach Hedge was saying. Will caught bits and pieces of it, about how the seven demigods of the prophecy were on the way to kill the giants at the Acro-something place, and everybody getting powerful along the journey, not to mention the level to which the coach's killer kung fu skill grew. And then the part where they met the Roman praetor who was supposed to return the Athena Parthenos to the Camp.

Nico volunteered to take on the suicide mission himself because he was that kind of heroic, (Will knew he didn't actually value his life like a sad martyr), and shadow-travelled the statue from halfway across the globe. He was almost close to killing himself every time. Reyna, the praetor, had to lend her strength to Nico, although Will couldn't understand how, so they could travel the rest of the way. Will felt angry all of sudden at Nico who was willing to kill himself, not because he was that heroic, but because he actually wanted to die. And that Nico was willing to accept help from someone else. Will was all about helping people! He was a healer for Hades' sake! Then, the coach mentioned Nico passed out for three days to save their sorry butts, and Will's anger dissipated as soon as it appeared.

"Had to make my secret brew, you know. It was a good thing I was as smart as I was amazing at killing!" The satyr proceeded on showing Will his amazing skills which Will regarded politely.

"Where is he now then?" Will asked, noticing that the fainted Apollo kid was now on her feet, fussing over the baby, making up for the inconvenience she caused her head counselor.

"He's gone!" the coach said and Will almost struck an arrow on the satyr's neck, gift or no, when he realized he was actually talking about Pegasus, which was another part of the story that Will didn't catch anymore.

"No, I mean, Nico."

Coach Hedge rolled his eyes, as if remembering something Nico had done that annoyed him. "He volunteered to sabotage the onagers outside the camp. That kid is all about volunteering. I won't be surprised if he volunteered to strangle Gaia next. Or build houses for the cyclopes in New York. Or…"

"Clarisse, you said there would be a scouting group at the break of dawn?" Will said so suddenly, whipping around to look for Clarisse who was talking to the Hecate kid, Lou Ellen.

"That would be me!" Lou Ellen said. "And Cecil, and Marion."

"Marion!" Will clapped his hands at his brother, also a son of Apollo, while ignoring the son of Hermes and the daughter of Hecate, altogether. Marion had the mischief side of Apollo, along with the god's killer archery skills which would have made him a perfect attack scout for their mini-mission. "I need you to… uh, ready my medicine kit for later."

Marion raised an eyebrow at his head counselor. Will was not below ordering his siblings around to get a kit. He immediately knew something else was in the air. "Sure. And you're going to sub for me?"

"You read my mind!" Will said in a sing-song voice.

"But… you're a healer," Lou Ellen said.

"I suppose you can heal yourself with your magic, daughter of Hecate?" Will said, his glare enough to make the daughter of magic tremble a bit. "I think not. Besides, I just held a baby satyr from a cloud nymph's womb. I need a different dose of adrenaline."

It was convenient that he and Marion were the same size, and even though it made the Ares kids uncomfortable, they exchanged clothes for Will to fit in the mission. He also hastily painted his face to make himself look legit, in case he saw Nico along the way, which was totally not the reason why he joined the scout.

Marion was giving him a different grin when he went off with his group, but he just stuck his tongue out his brother and let Lou Ellen do her trick.

"Dang," Cecil was saying as they duck-walked to the edge of the camp. "You can see their lines of defenses from here. Those Romans really know how to score a war."

"We're not here to cheer from them, dummy. It would be better if we manage to do as much damage as we can behind enemy lines," Lou Ellen was saying, surprisingly calm even while maintaining the Mist. Will didn't know what they look like to anyone who was looking their way, or maybe he just didn't care because he was too busy looking for something… or someone.

"Nico's going to be thinking of disabling the onagers. Oh, dear Apollo, he'll be thinking of strangling and killing Octavian while eating his breakfast in his tent," Will was saying, blaming the frustration and irritation in his voice because of the itchy clothes he was wearing. He would have to talk to Marion about washing his clothes once in a while. His clothes could be a good bacterial habitat.

Will could feel Lou Ellen's smile even without looking at her. "Oh, Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades. Heard he's all you've been talking about in the Apollo cabin, Will."

"Shut it, Lou Ellen," Will said.

Lou Ellen giggled. "You know, some Aphrodite kids even have their sights on him. Heard he was brooding and quiet and an anti-hero sort of guy. He must be good looking too if you have your eyes on him."

"Are we still invisible to everyone else?" Will asked Lou Ellen, not allowing him to get distracted. "Or I swear on the Styx I will…"

"Oooooh, swearing on the Styx," Lou Ellen continued teasing. "You're gonna own half of it when you get him? Hey, can you make sure I get to Elysium when I die?"

"That's a great idea! Count me in!" Cecil said.

"Why am I stuck with two dorks?"

"Because you wanted to see di Angelo?"

"Obviously not!"

"A pity," Lou Ellen said with feigned pain. "I have never seen Nico di Angelo before. Now my expectations are too high. I hope he doesn't disa-"

"Look there!" Cecil said so suddenly Will almost tripped flat on his face on the ground. He was pointing at Thalia's tree which someone was holding on to, clinging on for dear life. "He… he appeared from nowhere."

Will squinted, not even bothering to use his brother's binoculars, and knew immediately that he was looking at the son of Hades. "You sure you want to see Nico di Angelo, Lou Ellen?"

The tone of his voice must have surprised the poor girl. "Uh…"

"I'm pretty sure you'll find Nico to be more than anything you can ever expect. Have you ever met another child of Hades?" Will glanced behind him to give Lou Ellen a smile that would have made Apollo proud. Lou Ellen shook her head. "Hold on to your magic then and pray to your mom, because we have to hope he won't use Hades on us."

What Will actually prayed to his father for was that Nico would actually recognize him. Nico's loyalty was unquestionable. He'd do anything to follow Percy Jackson. Which included saving the world and dying in the process. Anyone who was watching him for a while would notice… not that Will did.

Will was more concerned that Nico wouldn't know who he was. They were never really officially introduced, although they have met each other a few times. Everyone knew who Nico di Angelo was… Everyone who knew Percy and Annabeth knew who Nico was, which was, of course everyone (who didn't know about Percy Jackson?).

But Will Solace, that's another story. He wasn't really a standout, especially since he wasn't really cut out for battle and spent most of his time tending the injured rather than being injured. He didn't even get Apollo's artistic side, which was a bummer since art could actually win anyone's heart over. Even someone whose heart was as dark as the Styx. No subliminal message intended.

They crawled to were Nico was, and Will watched as the demigod glared at the onagers like he wanted to burn them down with fire from Tartarus. And Will would love to oblige him. He was not the son of the sun god for nothing.

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(a/n: I haven't read the Trials of Apollo yet, but the second book's been recently released, and I already saw some people complaining that there were too little Solangelo in the books. And that it feels like Solangelo was rushed... etc. I won't give out too much details since I don't want any more people to get spoiled that they already are (don't spoil me, or i'll kill you no joke). This is just my humble contribution to the fandom who wants more of Solangelo.

I'm actually not sure of how long I'm going to draw out this fanfic. I originally thought of making it one-shot but this one is already too long. Probably two more chapters? I'm not a fan of AUs and I'm more likely to go canon especially after reading ToA... but who knows?

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