Heros of Olympus x Fem! Reader Imagines

Will Solace ~ Healer

I tried my best, but I'm really bad at sparring scenes. I hope you still enjoy, though.

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Y/N was always getting hurt. I could be a small scratch or bruise to a large gash, but she always had some sort of injury.

This meant she regularly visited the infirmary. At her time at the infirmary, she had grown very close to Will Solace, one of the Apollo children.

Today Y/N was training. She panted as she slashed her sword at the dummy in front of her. "Hey." She heard a voice.

Y/N stopped chopping at the dummy to see Clarisse, one of her friends. "Hey." She said breathlessly.

"Wanna spar? I know I'll probably win, but still." The daughter of Ares asked.

"Don't boost your own ego. I have a slight chance of winning." Y/N agreed, knowing that the past few times the two had sparred, Clarisse won.

"Whatever you think." Clarisse stretched her neck before readying her spear.

Y/N raised her sword and the two started to spar. The daughter of Ares jabbed at Y/N's middle, though the girl dogged it.

Y/N slashed at Clarisse, but barely missed when Clarisse sidestepped.

Y/N had to sloppily step backwards when the daughter of Ares jabbed again. This left her stomach exposed. Clarisse took her chance to swipe the sharp head of her spear across Y/N's middle, leaving a trail of blood.

"I think I win." Clarisse said triumphantly.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Y/N responded, though her voice was strained due to the gash across her stomach. She looked down to inspect it. It wasn't deep, but she would still need some ambrosia.

"Let's get you to the infirmary." The daughter of Ares put Y/N's arm around her shoulder.

"This will be the first time I'm going this week." Y/N gave a smile.

Clarisse scoffed lightly, "It's only Tuesday."

"Shhh." Y/N closed her eyes.

When they entered the infirmary, Will rushed up to them. "What is it this time." He asked. Y/N lifted her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt.

"I'll take her now, thanks." The son of Apollo nodded to Clarisse.

"Heal soon. I want to spar again." Clarisse called to Y/N as she walked out.

Will helped Y/N to a bed. She sat down, wincing at the pain that ran through her. "I told you to be more careful." Will scolded.

"I know," The girl suddenly got a boost of confidence, "but what if I just wanted to spend more time with you."

Blush duster Will's cheeks. He cleared his throat before saying, "You could have found a different way to do that. Now, here, eat this." He handed her a cube of ambrosia.

Y/N ate it, tasting her favorite food when she did so. The gash on her stomach slowly closed up. "Thanks, Will." She smiled.

"Now, I don't want to see you here again." Will respond.

"Aww, do you really hate me that much." Y/N mocked with a frown.

Will's voice was soft and genuine, "No. Quite the opposite, actually."

"What does that mean?" Y/N lowered her voice, hoping he meant what she thought he did.

"I like you. Like, like like you." He said, slowly leaning closer to the girl.

"I-I feel the same." Y/N suddenly felt very warm. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed as their lips met. Their mouths moved in sync. Y/N felt like fireworks were exploding inside her stomach, and it wasn't from the ambrosia healing her wound.

They pulled away, resting their foreheads together and panting heavily. "I'm really glad I came here." Y/N chuckled out.

"I don't like you getting hurt, but this time wasn't so bad." Will grinned, pecking her lips.