Solangelo Oneshots

Ravioli

I think Grover is going to die in the next Trials Of Apollo book. That's why Annabeth was crying on the phone with Magnus.
Edit: Guys, this is almost a year old. I've read TBM since then. RIP.
Edit: GUYS. THIS FIC IS 3 YEARS OLD. I HAVENT WRITTEN ABOUT SOLANGELO IN 2 YEARS. I APPRECIATE YOUR CONCERN ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT JASON DIED BUT I KNOW. PLS STOP DMING ME THAT JASON DIED.

"Why don't we just stay in and watch Netflix?"
"Because I read that you still need to go on dates when you're living together." Will responded. Nico wasn't against going out, especially if Will was there. But tonight, he just really wanted to watch Psych and eat snacks.
"Where did you read that?" Nico asked
"Buzzfeed."
"Of course. But have you ever considered that buzzfeed isn't always right? I took a godly parent quiz and it said my mom was Aphrodite." Will smiled at him charmingly. "Well then, I guess that's why I love you so much."
Nico blushed. "You're such a dork!"
"Yeah. But I'm your dork."

"I'll have a ravioli."
"A ravioli. A single ravioli?"
The waiter stared at the arguing couple.
"I'll have multiple raviolis, and a cup of ice water." Will relented.
"I'll have your spaghetti with white wine sauce, please. And a water for me, as well."
"But," the waiter smiled. Not a kind smile, but a smile full of malice. Barely a hint of joy was detectable his face, but that hint was the joy of vengeance. "But I thought water wasn't your type!" He screamed, tearing off his cheap rubber mask, blood streaming down his disgusting excuse for a face.
"Percy. Why are you here? What's on your face?"
Percy frowned. "Dude, I put a lot of thought into this costume. Fake blood costs, like, 27 dollars. And yeah, the mask was cheap, but I still had to drive to the store, but the mask, find out where you guys were going, dress as a waiter, and wait for you guys."
"Did you ever consider doing not that. Not spending 30 bucks on dye, not buying a creepy mask, and not following us on our date?" Will asked.
"What would I do instead?"
"Oh, I don't know, anything else?"
Percy stuck his tongue out. "Percy," Nico said, "Please go home. You have a wife. Take Will's singular ravioli and go home." Percy sashayed over to the nearest exit, apparently not hearing Nico's shouts. "That's a fire exit!" Percy did not hear, or perhaps he simply did not care. Either way, he leaped out the door, landing in a bush. "Oh come on! Who puts a bush next to a doorway?" But you could barely hear his complaints over the fire alarm that was sounding.

"Yeah." Will said. "You're right. Let's stay home next time."