Solangelo one shots and AUs

Coffee (the first actual good chappy)

4/23/2022 edit: not reading any of these ones either

"You shot the wrong one!"

Annabeth was right. Hazel did shoot the wrong one. Not that she hadn't intended to.

"Well how the f*ck am I supposed to kill my own brother?" she hissed, beading her eyes at the girl next to her.

"Oh my gods," Annabeth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Wisps of honey coloured hair were stuck to her face, the grey of her eyes sparkling with defeated exhilaration. Her posture was now slumped and her face was confronted in anger.

The two of them were currently crouching on top of a building, wearing black and gray shades to blend in with the starry night. They had been sent on a mission to kill Nico di Angelo, a home-schooled anti social teenager; no reason why he needed to be killed. They were just assigned the mission. It was very suspicious of why their boss would want such an invulnerable person killed, but they went along with it. No point in pressuring an answer out him.

Hazel just so happened to purposely shoot the curly brown haired latino next to the target, not being able to shoot the only person who was always there for her in her early ages; her half brother. Turns out that was also a bad idea, since Nico di Angelo was now nowhere to be seen. He had escaped.

"You could've at least told me he was your fricking brother before scaring him away," Annabeth protested. "If you hadn't shot the guy Nico was with, maybe he wouldn't have ran away."

"Ha!" the shorter girl exclaimed, clearly furious. "If he hadn't run away, you wouldn't even think about sparing his life. Even after I would've told you about him being my brother."

Annabeth grunted, exasperated. Her girlfriend was impossible. "Let's just go back to boss and tell him that he managed to escape."

Hazel's nostrils flared. Annabeth was really pushing it; she knew what happened in the last mission. "He'll kill me! I've already gotten in trouble before!"

"You'll be fine," Annabeth simply responded. "You're with me."

"Oh, sure, boss won't lay a finger on you. Who's stopping him from laying a finger on me? You know he won't hesitate to shoot me, like he did to Jason!"

"Hazel," Annabeth said firmly, grabbing a tight hold of Hazel's hand. They had a mini staring contest, gold clashed with grey, before Annabeth spoke again. "You aren't going to be layed a finger on. I'll make sure of that."

- - - 

Hazel and Annabeth were back at it again the very next day; hunting down the short italian boy. Nico di Angelo was currently talking to the blue eyed barista in a cafe, ordering a cup of coffee.

"I bet it's black coffee with a hint of cinnamon," Hazel mumbled to Annabeth. "He used to get that every time."

"Nope," Annabeth gave a lazy grin. "He asked for the seasonal cinnamon latte. You were close with the cinnamon though."

Hazel cussed. "Curse you and your perfect lip-reading abilities."

The two of them were seated at the back of the cafe, their fingers interlocked, watching Nico intently.

They watched as the blond haired barista shot Nico an award-winning smile as he handed Nico his coffee. The raven haired boy looked down to his coffee, then back up to the blue eyed beauty. His ears were pink and he looked flustered as he growled something to the barista. The other replied with an innocent smirk on his face. Nico blushed red.

"What are they saying?" Hazel whispered to Annabeth, who's face had broken into a smile.

"Barista wrote 'Death Boy' on Nico's cup as his name," Annabeth chuckled. "Nico got mad, cursing at the guy. Blondy simply replied with saying that his number was at the back of the cup too."

Hazel laughed at that, but her eyes were clouded with guilt. She couldn't believe she was supposed to kill Nico di Angelo, Nico fricking di Angelo. It could've been anyone else in the world, anyone. Luckily, it had to be her brother.

"Annabeth?"

"Hm?"

"How are we gonna get out of this one?"

"What do you mean?" Annabeth frowned, looking back at the shorter female. Her curly hair was flatter than usual, matching her droopy figure and long face. Hazel's gold irises seemed deflated, no sparkle in them whatsoever. It broke Annabeth's heart, seeing her girlfriend like this.

Hazel fiddled with Annabeth's fingers as she spoke. "We managed to get away with lying to boss before. He never asked us for proof that we killed the victims. But now he's asking for Nico's eye as proof. What could be so important that he needed proof that he's dead? He's just Nico."

Annabeth's nose wrinkled in disgust as she tightened her grip on Hazel's hand. Boss wanted Nico's eye? As proof?

She looked back to Nico, who was sipping his coffee and stealing glances at the barista. It hurt Annabeth's head seeing this. How could they kill Nico and give boss his eye? That's disgusting.

"I've been thinking about cutting my own eye off my face to give to boss . . . . but he would notice," Hazel drawled on.

Annabeth sighed, standing up. Hazel tugged on Annabeth's hand warningly, knowing what the taller girl had in mind.

"No, Annabeth," Hazel protested. "You can't just walk up to Nico."

But that's exactly what Annabeth did; no matter how tight Hazel held on, Annabeth still managed to get out of her grasp. Walking up to Nico and plopping down across from him, she placed her hands on the table and leaned forwards. Hazel could only follow.

"Hazel? And who the hell are y-"

"A serial killer wants your eye as proof of your death," Annabeth simply stated with a blank face, watching as Nico's face turned pale and his eyes widen. He sputtered and coughed, glad he didn't take a sip of his coffee right then and there. The barista looked towards the raven haired boy, concerned.

"A serial - my-my eye . . . ." Nico burst out laughing.

"Why would anyone think of me as a threat, much less a serial killer? Hazel? You believe this?" Nico turned to Hazel's direction, staring her right in the face.

"It's true, Nico," Hazel said, looking down. "He ordered us to kill you as well."

Nico di Angelo wasn't surprised. He knew Hazel was working with the mafia; she was a "serial killer" for a while know. Hazel didn't even match any of the expectations to become one either, but the young girl could be greatly feared when it came to getting revenge.

Shrugging and taking a sip of his coffee, Nico said, "Sure, kill me, I don't care. I've been thinking about it for a while now."

Annabeth almost choked. She had been quiet, listening to Nico and Hazel's conversation. "What do you mean?" Annabeth demanded.

Nico di Angelo just shrugged again, fiddling with his fingers. "Kill me. Better for me to die than the two of you."

Hazel shook her head, eyes barely glazed over with tears. "No, Nico, that's not how it works. I'm not letting you die."

 - - - 

The plan was this: get a recording of a person blowing up his car and photo shop it. Simple enough.

"So, wait, you're actually gonna combust someone's car for this?" Will Solace exclaimed, his eyebrows reaching his hairline (yes, the barista had to tag along; he heard their conversation).

"Well, duh," Annabeth rolled her eyes. "We gotta make it as real as possible, photo shop or not."

"Say that to Kylie Jenner," Will retorted.

Nico di Angelo cackled.

this is the worst time to end it, but i could feel my writing getting sloppy. better to end it on a funny note than a messy and rushed unfulfilling one.

this was the first actual good and recent chappy, btw lol.