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Will always knew dating Travis would entail complications. He knew what he signed up for, and was down with it. Getting dragged into messy, quarter-baked plans because everything is better with the element of surprise ? Been there, done that. Becoming an unwilling accomplice to his countless pranks ? As long as he can claim plausible deniability, it's cool with him. Lending a hand to build fireworks when he doesn't the first thing about pyrotechnics just because Travis asked with a charming smile ? Yep, that too. His eyebrows got burned but he got a thank you kiss, so it was worth it.

What makes Travis, well, Travis, Will was ready for. He likes it, even. It's part of his charm, his flippancy and carefree attitude, always facing the world and its problems with a lazy grin and the unshakable belief that it'll work out for the better.

"Of course you can do it." He's the first to say when Will starts voicing his doubts about whatever. Trying to get better at archery. Cooking lasagnas. Learning how to windsurf.

"I believe in you." He says earnestly each time, tugging playfully at his curls and stealing a kiss at every occasion. Always sincere. Always being his biggest supporter.

And if he fails afterwards - missing the target, burning the pasta, crashing into the waves - then Travis distracts him with one of his latest ideas, pulls him into a crazy project that leaves him no time for self-deprecation or basking in misery. It's nice. It's a welcomed change - much better than spending too much time alone with his thoughts.

It's attractive. It's very attractive. To him, and others.

"You look like you're planning a murder." Kayla states, sipping on her apple juice. She's sitting next to him at their table in the messing hall, looking at the same direction as him. "Who at Hermes pissed you off ?"

"Am not. And no one." He lies, about the second part. He's not yet planning to murder the guy blatantly flirting with Travis over at their table, leaning in way too close and laughing too loudly.

A new camper, claimed by Hebe a couple of days ago, that should have long moved out of Cabin 11 to join his own, but alas, Paolo managed to break his arm cleaning the rooms, and now Annoying Guy - as Will decided to nickname him- refused to go live in "such a dangerous place".

As if the Hermes Cabin that has stolen landmines hidden somewhere inside is safer.

Annoying Guy cackles particularly loudly, and Will clutches his fork harder, gritting his teeth. His relation with Travis is not as public as Percy and Annabeth, but everyone that's been at Camp longer than two weeks can connect the dots and see that they are dating. Travis has no qualms barging in the infirmary to pepper him with kisses mid-shift, and he retaliates by hugging him each time they cross paths during their schedules. It's a no-brainer they're boyfriends.

So unless Annoying Guy who's been at camp for a month now is blind, he simply does not care that Travis is taken, and not interested. Absolute prick.

Not-so subtly, Austin plops down on the bench next to their sister, whispering loudly. He's not good at being sneaky. "Why does he look like this ?"

"Matt ? Mattis ? Marton ? That dude," Kayla points towards Annoying Guy. "is flirting with Travis."

Austin nods, understand dawning on him. "Ah. Explains why he's looking like he wants to kill him."

"Mmmh." Kayla agrees, chugging what's left of her drink in one go.

"Am not."

Miranda Gardner walks past their table with her tray in hands. "You kind of do."

"You should do it." Ellis Wakefield says, appearing out of nowhere. His eyes gleam red. "I can help you beat him up."

Sherman Yang joins his brother, cracking his knuckles and grinning viciously. "He won't stand a chance."

"No." Will hisses, standing up to scatter his friends before more join the assault and battery plan being prepared. Malcolm Pace is looking towards them, interested by the commotion. "We're not beating anyone up. I don't want that."

So what if he has been glaring at the Hermes table like a scorned lover planning his revenge for the past fifteen minutes ? It doesn't mean he wants to do bodily harm to Matt, Mattis, Marton or who the fuck cares. A couple of rhythmic curses are in consideration, however, he'll admit. His boyfriend is over there. He has the right to look at his boyfriend. It just so happens that the nuisance that is Annoying Guy is seating next to Julia Feingold that is herself seating next to Travis. And because Julia is of small stature, it's almost as if the two boys were seating side by side, the young girl presenting a rather easy obstacle to overcome.

Even Travis being obviously not at ease doesn't deter the boy. How can he not see that his smile is fake, that it doesn't reach his eyes ? How does he not notice Connor being held down by Chris and Cecil to prevent him to doing something that'll sentence him to kitchen duty, such as stabbing M-something with his butter knife ? How self-absorbed must he be not to realise Travis is just trying to spare him the embarrassment of rejecting him in public, letting him know he's not interested and that he should stop ?

What is wrong with the guy ?

Finally, Travis looks his way. Upon seeing him, surrounded by most of their friends, standing and glaring, he frowns, curious. Then, his lazy smile, his charming smile comes into full force, turning Will's knees into jelly. He's never growing immune to that smile.

Will watches him whisper something to Connor, patting his shoulder then getting up, heading towards the Apollo table. Towards him.

Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Travis wastes no time pulling him close when he reaches him, resting his hands on his shoulder blades, brushing his nose against his. "Hey."

Not an ounce of shame. Not a shred of modesty or decency in doing so in front of his siblings, in front of their friends, in front of the entirety of Camp. In front of Annoying Guy.

Will grabs him by the waist, making sure it was impossible to miss from the Hermes table. "Hey."

"You've been looking towards me pretty intensely." Travis whispers, rising one hand higher until it's playing with his curls, on his nape. He grins, smug and cheeky. "Am I really that handsome ?"

"Oh gods above." Kayla groans. "Go do that somewhere else."

"You're okay to look at, sure." Will shots back, ignoring his sister. He would oblige her, normally, but right now he wants to make certain that Matt, Mattis, Marton sees them. "But it's not you I was watching. It was the new son of Hebe."

His boyfriend's eyes gleam like blue clearwater under sunlight. "Mattis ? Why ?"

He knows why. They both know why. It's why Travis is here, holding him closer than he usually does in public, one breath away from kissing him. It's why Will is indulging him, leaning in closer, the ugly feeling within him fading.

"Jealousy." Will admits, speaking lowly, only for Travis to hear. The others have stepped away, but they're still close. Not that he can blame them, the messing hall is always crowded. "He's flirting with you."

"He certainly tries, yes." The son of Hermes snorts, matching his quiet tone. "He doesn't seem to understand I'm not interested. I'm happily taken, after all."

Travis brings a hand to his face, brushing his thumb over Will's lower lip, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Maybe I need to show him once and for all for him to get the message. What do you say ?"

His other hand, the one on his neck, squeezes gently, pulling him lightly closer. An invitation.

One Will gladly accepts. "Excellent idea."

Maybe he should get jealous more often. If it makes Travis kiss him this way, nipping at lips like he's hungry for more, grabbing him tight as if he doesn't want to let go of him, well... Will is more than happy to do it.

#for me and Mir basically #the only two people to care about this rarepair #travis stoll #will solace #willvis #will solace x travis stoll #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #camp half blood #my writing

Out of all rare ships, you had to make addicted to the one that only has 31 works on Ao3 🥹

(I'm suffering Will/Travis craving. They're such a good ship. I need people to jump on the Will/Travis train that is currently hosting you and me as far as my knowledge goes)

Hehe 😜 you're welcome.

You know, there was a time in 2016 when it was just two works in their tags lol. Mine and some now deleted work that had Willvis mentioned one time in their 30k long work. 31 works today is amazing to have!

#though.... you're right it would be nice to have more artists and writers for Willvis 🥹#willvis #will solace x travis stoll

so i'm kinda going through a pjo phase and as always I'm finding solace (pun intended) in @miraclesnail 's works.

so yeah, just a quick drawing of my pjo comfort and extra rare ship will and travis!

#pjo #my art #will solace #travis stoll #willvis #there's a problem with will's eyes but i was too lazy to correct it haha

seriously why is there no Will/Travis content out there. I mean I stan Solangeo but that little corner of my brain that screams Willvis needs to be fed.

#please someone #I NEED THE CONTENT #will/travis #willvis #will solace #travis stoll #pjo #hoo

Discussion?

So, I was going to look up "Will Solace" but I accidentally typed "Will Stoll", so here's the question.

If Will & Travis were to get married who last name would they take or would they keep their own?

@miraclesnail

@simpaticoisacutallycanon

#willvis #will solace #travis stoll #my accidental typo is prophecy

@miraclesnail this is for the both of us, and probably no one else. And @evil-era because you like how I write, but beware this is romantic fluff.

It's springtime. Seating under a tree, a map of Camp laid out on his crossed knees, Travis mindlessly taps his green marker on his lowered chin, head tilted forward above the crumbled piece of paper - he had stuffed too much times in his pockets, and now the map stubbornly refused to smooth out.

Spring means fewer campers, as the ones from the winter holidays have left, and the summer usuals are not yet here, and fewer campers lead to fun, tedious to program activities, all under the watchful eyes of counsellors, such as himself. And because it's April, the choice had been obvious, and unanimous at the latest counsellor meeting : An Easter hunt.

He has been charged to find hiding spots, and thus there he is, looming over a map of camp, wondering on wether not the landmines around the Ares Cabin is too risky. Year rounders are usually aware of the pattern, and know how to avoid them, so it should be fine... probably.

Right ? Travis nibbles on the green marker, his fingers drumming over the small drawn Ares Cabin in contemplation.

"What are you doing ?"

Travis tilts his head up to see Will Solace marching up to him, flip-flops flapping at each step. He's wearing a worn-out white coat, fabric torn to strips at the edges, and stained with pink spots clashing against the greyish fabric. Blood stains that never really came out, no matter how many washes the coat went through.

Will likes to spend his infirmary breaks either seeking out Travis, and helping - sometimes begrudgingly, out of pure love, others willingly- him in whatever endeavour he finds him engaged in, or writing letters to his mother. Considering this week had been uneventful, Travis wins this round.

"Trying to find good hidings places for the egg hunt." He sighs, looking forlornly at his red crossed map. Not a single green spot yet. "Nothing good so far."

"Well, you can add the landmines to the crossed out spots." Will says, shrugging off his coat to lay it on the grass, before seating on it, his bared knee brushing Travis'. "I'm not dealing with blown up campers."

"Right." He clears his throat, dropping the green marker to reach for the red one. "Of course, a big no-no for the landmines."

"Yes, a big no." Will says pointedly, seeing right through him. There's a smile floating on his lips - there's always is a hint of amusement, exasperated or not, on his face when he's with Travis - as he rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "The only reason Connor and you haven't blown to smithereens is pure luck."

"It's not that hard to avoid them." He counters, but still scribbles red over Cabin Five. A shame. He would have loved to see young and brave souls try their luck, and balance skills.

He points to the strawberry fields, laying on the south edge of camp. "This works, right ? Nothing dangerous there."

"It's a good place." Will agrees, tapping his thigh approvingly, his warm fingers sending tingles across Travis' skin.

He doesn't move it again, and Travis circles the fields, grinning, with his green marker. One place down ! About a dozens else to go.

It's cheating, technically, for Will to already know where Travis is going to hide the eggs, but he has a weak, soft, spot for Will. It's the least he can do for all the times the son of Apollo has healed him, and turning a blind eye on such a trivial matter isn't going to cause drastic consequences, so Travis doesn't mind.

If Annabeth was here, she would tear the map of Will's nosy eyes, but Annabeth is currently charged to warn the nature spirits, which means Will is free to cheat his way into victory.

“I was thinking to hide some on the climbing wall.” Travis leans forwards to circle the small climbing wall drawn on the paper. “If we turn off the lava mode, it’ll be funnier than just look under rocks or plants.”

Those kids do need to work for their prizes, otherwise it's no fun. He's going to hide the chocolate-stuffed eggs on the wall. About ten meter high. A chocolate-stuffed egg deserves to be fought for.

“If you have ideas, I’m open to them.” Travis adds, tapping the pen against his knee, watching the two circled spots. “I have, like, one hundred eggs to hide.”

But when Will nods, leaning to get a better look at the map, his face catches warm rays of sunshine filtering through the leaves, bathing him in a golden light. It makes his blond curls glow golden, turns his hair into liquid gold swayed into the breeze.

He's known for his short attention span. For always jumping from one subject to another, to flip the conversation, forget the topic and start a rant about a widely different one. Travis is notoriously known for being a motormouth that can go on for hours, and infamous for being light-headed when the situation isn't dire.

Every thought of eggs and hiding spots fly out of his mind when Will is this close, and looking so pretty. His hand is still on his thigh, warm and heavy, fingers drumming on his flesh, sending every now and then jolts up his spine.

Naturally, Will is the opposite of him. When his mind is set on something, he will narrow his thoughts to that goal, and that goal only until it is achieved.

Which leads them to this : Travis being dimly aware that Will is speaking, his other hand alternating between the green and red markers to circle or cross spots around Camp, his blue eyes darting up and down, jumping from one point of focus to another.

Meanwhile, all Travis thinks about is leaning forward, get even closer. Will is so startlingly close that he can see every freckle dotting his face, could count his lashes fluttering around his eyes as he speak.

Then, when his eyes shift from Will's, follow the edge of his nose until they fall on his lips, the temptation is too strong.

Travis has never been good at resisting his impulses.

He cuts him off mid-sentence, bringing his hand to cup his jaw and brings his face toward his, pressing his lips softly on Will's. They're sweet, enticing, slightly parted as Will melts into his touch, deepens the kiss by tilting his head forwards.

Travis lets him push him back, back against the tree as Will leans in even more, has to raise his arm against the bark, right next to Travis' head to support himself. He slides his other hand around Will's waist, pulling him closer, until the son of Apollo is pratically laying on top of him, his weight a nice sensation all over his body.

They break apart, have to breathe, but Will stays impossibly close, his lips brushing Travis' as he inhales deeply, eyes glinting under the curls framing his flushed face, blown out in delight.

"What about the eggs ?" He whispers heavily, when Travis doesn't relent his grip. "We're not done."

"It's fine." Travis says, kissing the edge of Will's jaw, getting content sigh out of the other boy. "We'll have time later."

They don't, Annabeth wants the list of hiding spots this evening, but Will doesn't know that, and Travis doesn't plan on telling him.

Annabeth doesn't appreciate it at all when Travis hands her a half-baked list later that night, hair tousled and grinning stupidly like he won the lottery.

She's even more pissed when, three days later, Will Solace is the grand winner of the egg hunt with more than thirty eggs collected.

"Care to tell me why that happened ?" She corners Travis at the campfire, grey eyes heavy with judgement.

But Travis smiles innocently, lies with innate ease. "I guess he got lucky."

Because Annabeth has suffered his presence for over ten years, she sees right through him. Because she has, against sometimes her liking, grown fond of him over those same ten years, and is used to his buffooneries, she just rolls her eyes and storms off, grumbling something about never putting him in charge again.

Across the bonfire, Will shares his chocolates with the younger children, laughing and trying his best to share equally.

Annabeth is wrong, Travis decides. She should let him organise things more often. Everything turns out great, in the end.

#willvis #will solace #travis stoll #will solace x travis stoll #my writing #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #camp half blood #rarepair #as there are only two of us shipping them together

Operation Friendship

Connor doesn’t like him. If Will overanalyzes, he might even say Connor hates him. If he underanalyzes, then maybe it’s more like slight wariness. Either way, it’s not something completely and unanimously positive. Will is going to change that by becoming Connor Stoll’s second best friend. The title of first goes to Travis, of course, but the title of second is open to all.

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