Solangelo Oneshots

Accent

Summary: It's some cute coffee shop shtuff~! <3 what's not to like? Mortal AU
(Also I wrote this on my phone and there might be more errors)

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Will was having a fine day, he wasn't too busy, even though he was one of the only baristas at one of two coffee shops in town. He was having a fine day until he walked into the store. It wasn't that he didn't like the boy, well, that's not true, but he didn't hate him, it's just that they had a bit of a, he's not really sure what to call it really, rivalry? Competition? Mutual saltiness? It doesn't really matter what they called it, but what it was was... also hard to explain. Basically Will had misheard the boy say his name, Nico, the first time he'd visited and had written, Nika. This upset the dark haired teen who started muttering very quickly in Italian as he left, "Che tipo di idiota scrive il mio nome come Nika?!"

Something about the way that the shorter, paler, beautiful... cough cough... the annoying boy, about the way he spoke, the way the words spilled off his tongue, it was melodic, and almost intoxicating. Will wanted to hear more. To his luck, Nico came in everyday on weekdays to get his coffee before his college classes, and another thing that Will learned, Nico only spoke Italian when he was angry, so logically the only thing Will could do about this is mess with him as much as possible.

Nico strolled up to the counter, hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans that Will couldn't help but to appreciate every time he walked, no, strut, out of the store.

"Dirty iced chai with three shots of espresso." Nico spoke casually, though he seemed to eye Will suspiciously, recognizing him from past encounters.

Will ring him up with a polite business smile. "And a name for the order?" His eyes glinted mischievously, hands readying the pen.

Nico sighed heavily, apparently dreading this moment. "Ni-co." He over-pronounced the syllables, making sure there was no way he would be misheard. "Thank you," He squinted at Will's name tag dramatically, "Whill." He said that name so it sounded more like wheel instead of his name.

This was their competition. Nico had decided after the first few time Will had misspelled his name that he would just try to butcher his name as much as possible while addressing him.

Will kept his business smile intact, though strained, as he nodded and turned to start on Nico's drink.

Nico turned to go fine a place to sit, cursing under his breath all the way. "Idiota! Idiota! Idiota! Perché mi dà così fastidio?!"

Will was satisfied being able to hear the dulcet tones of the enraged boy insulting him. He smiled, with the espresso machine chugging along in the background.

"Nicko! Dirty iced chai!" Will yelled, pronouncing it like Nick-o, not quite successful in restraining a playful grin.

Nico scowled and marched up to the counter. "Sapevo che l'avrebbe fatto di nuovo! Davvero cosa mi aspettavo?!" He growled to himself, snatching his drink and storming out of the store, leaving behind a thoroughly satisfied Will, who was practically melting with how beautiful Nico's voice was.

I wonder how he would sound in bed... Wait... WHAT?! Will mentally slapped himself for thinking something like that about someone be only knew the name of. He turned to his co-worker. "I'm gonna go wash up real quick. I'll be right back." She nodded and took over the register.

Will splashed his face with freezing water, trying to cool down. Will knew he was gay, but he never knew he was this gay.

The next day Nico walked into the shop only to see that Will wasn't behind the counter. He wasn't sure why, but it made him uneasy. Will had become part of his daily routine, and him not being there felt weird.