Solangelo Oneshots

Mafia

It's a dark, slightly warm September night. I'm currently walking back to my cabin for the night. Ugh. I'm so tired. I'm almost at my cabin when I'm confronted. Piper, Percy, Leo, and Jason have cornered me. "We know your secret."
"You do?" I have a lot of secrets. I've been dating Will for almost a year, but my friends had only known for about a week. I love making flags, I even have an Etsy shop so I can sell them online. Annabeth owns one, but she doesn't know it was made by me. She paid shipping for nothing, I just put it on the doorstep of the Athena Cabin.

I used to keep a dream journal, but it turned out I hated writing the trauma that replayed inside my head every night. Big surprise. I do, however, love painting my dreams onto canvas.
"Yeah." Percy says, snapping me out of my daze. "We know you're in the mafia!"
"What? Why?"
"Um, because it's obvious. You're a creepy Italian American guy."
"Wow. Rude. That's so messed up." I complain.
"Then let us search your cabin." Piper says. I roll my eyes. "I'm gay, Piper. Charmspeak doesn't work on me." I don't know why she always forgets this.
"Does Will know you're in the mob?"
"I'm not in the mob."
"Then why can't we search your cabin?"
"Because my cabin is my personal space? I don't even let Will look through my stuff."
"You don't?" Jason looked alarmed. "You don't trust him?"
"I do trust him. And he trusts me, so he doesn't feel the need to go through my things."
"Yeah, of course you believe in trust. Because mobsters rely on each other!" Piper shouts.
"I'm not a mobster. Where did you even get that idea?" I sigh. "Never mind. I'm going to bed."
"With Will?"
"No."

"They thought you were in the mob?" Will asked.
"Yep." I respond.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a an Italian American boy who has many secrets. Apparently, I'm creepy and antisocial."
"I mean," Will says carefully, as if he's calculating every word before he says them. "All those things are true. But you aren't in the mafia. You would've told me. Then I'd be dragged into it, and I'd be a mob doctor, and we'd be a hot mafia couple. It'd be so cool! And oh my gods! You'd be such a cute mafia boss!" He's so cute when he's excited. I love him so much.
"I appreciate that you support my alter ego, but you're missing the point."
"Well, what's the point?" Dam. That's where I went wrong. I said that wasn't the point, but I'm not sure what the point is. "Um.... The point is that I love you!" I like to think I wrapped that up nicely.
"Nope." He said. Maybe I didn't wrap it up as well as I thought. "The point was that Piper, Jason, Leo, and Percy are creepy weirdos who stereotype people. The fact that you love me is just a bonus." He kisses me. "You're so cute!"
I blush. I mumble that I think he's cute too, but he doesn't hear me. He's busy fangirling over if we were a hot mafia couple. I love this boy.

Headcanon time! I've always imagined that Nico loves making flags. It started when there was a CHB flag making contest. Read more in my fic, 'Flags'