Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Competition - Part 2

A/N - I found this in the depths of my old drafts 😔

Anyway, this oneshot was requested by @AmethystWolf14 , here you go!!

Godly Parent: Nike

- Third Person's POV -

You and Nico had been hanging out more, ever since you started taking private sword lessons with the one and only Ghost King.

Were people scared that the two of you became friends somehow? Yes, they were.

"Honestly, who cares about that?" you laughed, sitting beside Nico on one of the benches in the arena.

"You don't?" Nico looked at you hesitantly, "People are spreading really nasty rumors..."

"They're just jealous," you smirked at Nico, making him blush, "of you being friends with me."

"Y/N!" Nico complained, "I thought it was the other way around!"

The two of you laughed.

Once Nico caught his breath, he said, "You know, I actually overheard Mr. D and Chiron talking about a certain chariot race..."

"Wait- WHAT?" your eyes grew big, "A race?! When??"

"Chill, Y/N! It's next week, just so you know. And-"

"Oh my gods!" you jumped up, "I need to win- I mean... make a really good chariot-"

"Can I-" Nico gulped, "Can I be your partner?"

You blinked, "Say what now?"

"I understand if you want one of your siblings to race with you," Nico quickly said, "I just thought it would be fun to work together..."

"That's- that's so nice of you," you said breathlessly, "Sure, of course you can."

Nico's eyes lit up, "Great! Want to start on our chariot now?"

"Rule number 1 of my mom," you said dramatically, "Never postpone planning a victory."

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"It's glorious," Nico said, his eyes sparkling.

The two of you had made the most epic chariot in the history of forever. Sure, the two of you weren't the best in the workshop. But it was a good shot. 

"We are so going to win," you smirked and fist-bumped Nico. 

The trumpets echoed throughout the whole camp grounds, alerting you that the race was about to start. 

You drove your chariot to the starting line with Nico at the back, who would be acting a defense. You've seen his swordsmanship and fighting skills, so you were confident you got this in the bag. 

"Racers, to the starting line!" Chiron bellowed.

The countdown started. Three, two, one...

"GO!!"

It all happened in a flash, you drove your chariot to the front of the line, while Nico stood at the back and slashed the wheels off Katie's cart. 

"Hey! You sick, little-"

The sounds of her screams were drowned by the roars of the crowd. For a second, you thought that they were cheering for you. 

Oh, that ego of yours. Being the daughter of Nike really was a curse. 

"Sucks to be you, guys!"

It was too late. The second you turned around, you could see Connor and Travis tossing a huge, metal net right in front of your chariot. 

It tangled up in all four of your wheels, causing you to come to a halt and fly over the steering wheel. 

How embarrassing. 

With your face in the dirt, you could see the finish line right in front of you, only a few meters away. 

You and Nico had came in second, while the Hermes brothers got into first place. 

You groaned in defeat and allowed the mud to seep into your pores. 

"Well," came a sweet voice from the tip of your ear as Nico crouched down, "It was really lovely chariot."

"I know," you huffed, leaning slightly into Nico's touch. 

"You were amazing."

"Maybe."

"I was awesome," Nico smirked, poking at your cheek.

You snorted, looking up at your bestfriend with a sarcastic glare.  

"... Yeah. You are."

A/N - it feels nice to clear out my old ideas list. 

Hope you liked this one, thanks for reading. Ciao <3

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- FantasyDemiWitch