Solangelo One Shots

Underworld-y Antics (ChatGPT)

Okay so I was experimenting with AI and found that AI writes rly good fanfiction? Like I wouldn't post it as mine, ever, because that's not right, but if there's ever a fanfic you want to read that you're too lazy to write, AI is your gal because it does not play around. Anyway, just thought I'd share this Solangelo one-shot that AI wrote.

The Hades cabin loomed ominously in the moonlight, its dark facade sending shivers down the spines of even the bravest demigods. Will Solace stood at the entrance, a determined expression on his face as he prepared to face the inevitable chaos that awaited him inside.

"Nico!" he called out, steeling himself for whatever absurdity awaited him.

From within the cabin, a muffled crash followed by a string of colorful curses confirmed Will's suspicions. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, bracing himself for the chaos that awaited.

"What in Tartarus is going on in here?" Will exclaimed, surveying the scene before him.

Nico di Angelo stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by a pile of broken vases and scattered scrolls. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were streaked with dirt, giving him the appearance of someone who had just emerged from the depths of the Underworld itself.

"Will," Nico said, his voice tinged with equal parts frustration and relief. "Thank the gods you're here."

Will raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Nico sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was trying to organize some of my dad's old relics, and, well, things got a little out of hand."

Will couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him. "Looks like you could use a hand."

Nico's lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "I'd appreciate it."

Together, they set to work cleaning up the mess, laughing and joking as they went. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie between them that Will cherished more than anything.

Once the cabin was somewhat back in order, they collapsed onto the nearest couch, exhausted but satisfied.

"That was... something," Will said, wiping sweat from his brow.

Nico nodded, a weary smile playing at his lips. "Yeah, it was."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Nico turned to Will, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, Will?"

"Yeah?"

Nico hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I think I might be cursed."

Will's eyes widened in mock horror. "Cursed? By what?"

Nico shrugged. "I don't know, but every time I try to do something normal, it turns into a disaster."

Will chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, if you're cursed, then I must be too, because I seem to attract chaos wherever I go."

Nico grinned, a warmth spreading through him at the realization that he wasn't alone in his misadventures. "Guess we're just two peas in a cursed pod."

Will laughed, the sound echoing through the cabin and banishing the lingering shadows of the night.

As they sat together, basking in the glow of their shared laughter, Nico couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the person beside him. In the midst of all the chaos and absurdity, Will was a constant source of light and laughter, and Nico knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever the gods—and their own cursed luck—threw their way.

For in the end, it wasn't the curses or the chaos that defined them, but the bond they shared—a bond forged in laughter, friendship, and the occasional misadventure in love.

Isn't that actually so good? Again, don't say I wrote it, it was AI. 10/10, would reccomend.