Coi's PJO Polyam fics

Practice Makes Perfect Practiceღ | ✨(Poly!Solangelo)

This serves as a set up as to why you train with Nico every morning. I don't make the rules, I only make the SFU. A comment on the request; I took the vibes, but I left out being claimed. It was slightly confusing phrased but I tried my best!

Happy birthday Nico!

Pairing: PRE-dating Poly!Solangelo, Will Solace x Gn!reader x Nico di Angelo

Request: IF REQUEST IS NOT CLOSE AGAIN, PLEASE DO A POLY SOLANGELO (if i did spell it wrong please correct me!), its just they're so underrated!! tysm if ever its still close but if it is, i still hope you see this! probably with some combat, like theyre other s/o is just the camp sees as a "not too strong" camper since theyre just really not talkative - mostly just telling the other campers what is best to do and stuff. Probably the s/o not being claimed yet and being claimed when they shine? tysm!

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: mention of injury, nothing too graphic.

-Asja

It was not often that people criticize your strength. During the years you had spent at Camp Half-Blood you had probably spend most of your time in the infirmary, given that the Apollo cabin tended to be short-staffed when wars happened. This meant that you did not show your fighting power as much as other campers did, but it was fine. You were content with your little place in camp, no need to show off anything.

You weren't going to lie though, the predicament you found yourself in right now was not optimal. Sherman Yang, son of Ares, had decided to target you during sword practice, and if the immense amount of taunting wasn't enough to piss you off, it was the fact that you were losing badly. You knew your way around with the sword, it just was not your best weapon and Sherman was a murder machine with any weapon he held. All you could do was dodge and parry his hits, helplessly trying not to die in the process. However, Sherman made quick work of you as he slashed your arm and pushed you to the ground in the process. You looked up at him, scared of the sword that you could not dodge coming your way, only for it to be quickly parried by a black sword.

"That's enough, Yang," Nico spat as he held back the son of Ares. Sherman just smiled menacingly, locking eyes with you once again. Nico had seen the fight happening as soon as he entered the arena, and as he saw you in trouble, he felt an unfamiliar anger bubble in his chest. "I'll kill you next week then, (Y/n)," Sherman removed his sword from Nico's, "Just to make you see how pathetic you truly are," he laughed as he walked away. Nico wanted to hit the son of Ares; however, he knew what Sherman's strength was from watching the training and he did not want to try his chances. When you finally looked away from Sherman, you noticed Nico holding out his hand. Grateful for the help, you grabbed it and stood up, quickly letting go again. Nico look at his hand, secretly missing your touch, before he looked you over. He glared at the blood on your arm, a need to protect you flashing in his heart.

"You should get that checked out," he gestured to your wound, which you had forgotten about momentarily. "Uh, yeah, thanks- for the help I mean," you smiled weakly at Nico, who seemed like he wanted to say something. You looked at him expectantly, and he just shook his head. "If you need help, just ask me. I'll be there." He quickly muttered, as he briskly walked away. You looked at his disappearing form, as you were reminded about the early days of your relationship. He was the reason you got to camp, and you always wished you could have helped him more, or at least properly befriended him after the first great war. These thoughts kept playing in your mind, as the stinging in your arm beckoned you to make your way to the infirmary.