Solangelo One Shots

Mortals Meet Solangelo

I can't remember who requested this and I can't find the comment but one of you requested a Mortals Meet Solangelo, so here you go! I wasn't really sure how to do this one, so I made up a kind of complicated, kind of simple AU. Basically, Camp Half Blood is real in our world and Rick is the scribe and he writes about all of their adventures(he kind of says he's the scribe in some of the companion books, , so that part was technically his idea)so the books exist, so there's still a fandom. Basically Solangelo meets a bunch of fanpeople, if none of that made sense, which I'm pretty sure it doesn't. Also if Solangelo fan conventions don't exist, they do in this world. With all that said, enjoy!

Nico's POV

"This is ridiculous," I muttered, adjusting my itchy brown wig. "I don't understand why we have to go to our own fan convention."

"Come on, Neeks, it'll be fun," Will promised, his auburn wig somehow looking absolutely perfect on him, looking natural and complimenting his skin tone at the same time. "Besides, you were a total fun killer on our last date, so you owe me."

"You took me to some bad restaurant and I got food poisoning!" I protesting, remembering the unpleasant events of our last date.

"And who took care of you after that?"

"Fine," I sighed, grabbing his arm as I prepared myself to shadow travel. "But don't expect me to enjoy it." I closed my eyes, letting the shadows wrap their arms around us ad pull us in.

We popped up behind an old brick building, my powers surprisingly accurate, despite the fact that they had been acting up all week. I stumbled the tiniest bit and Will caught me, pushing my wig back up onto my head, giving me a kiss when he was finished.

"All good?" he asked. "Are skeletons about to attack some innocent civilian?" I shook my head, sure that, for now, my powers were stable.

"Don't worry, I'm not about to unleash the pits of the underworld on a couple hundred innocent fans," I assured him. "They're safe."

"Well, without further ado," Will grinned. "Let's begin the strangest few hours of our lives!"

As soon as we pushed open the doors, the first thing I noticed were the cosplayers. Half of them wore an orange Camp Half Blood tee, jeans and a string of pony beads around their necks while the other half looked like a vampire had vomited on them, with skull tee shirts, ripped black skinny jeans and some ridiculous black wig that looked like a dead raven.

"I don't really look like that, do I?" I muttered, watching someone apply eyeliner thicker than Will.

"Hey, I think my fans look pretty good," Will smirked, shooting finger guns at a particularly good looking boy who almost perfectly resembled Will on a daily basis. The boy flashed him a sly smile, taking in Will's cute dimples and good physique.

"Stop flirting," I hissed, dragging him to the back of the room, where a girl wearing a home made Solangelo For Life shirt sold plushies of us.

"Oh, Death Boy, you know you're the only one for me," Will said, drawing me in for a kiss. I rolled my eyes.

"You're such an idiot," I snickered, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Come on, lets walk around."

We saw solangelo mugs and solangelo notebooks and cupcakes decorated with suns and moons. There were copies of us everywhere, small inaccuracies in every one, whether it be a brown haired Will or a tan Nico.

"You okay?" Will asked, grabbing onto my arm when I stumbled on air, nearly face planting on the hard linoleum floor.

"Yeah," I muttered, staring down at the floor. I saw tiny cracks beginning to shoot out from underneath my feet, getting bigger with each passing second. I stomped my foot, the cracks receding back to my feet. Will glanced down, his brows creasing in worry.