Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Enemies to Lovers

A/N - another special request by @Emma8130817, "What about one where Nico is sick and the reader takes care of him? And can it be a long one?"

Buckle up, folks! 'Cause this is going to be a longgg ride :D

Happy reading!

P.S. this would be an enemies to lovers kind of relationship.

Godly Parent: Apollo

- Third Person's POV -

You and Nico haven't been getting along very well, to say the least.

The two of you had similar levels of competitiveness and would always fight over every little thing.

Who gets the practice arena first, who sits at the dining hall first, and even who can chug down the most diet coke in one go.

However, no one but Aphrodite knows the reason why the two of you were behaving like this.

Only she knows just how much you and Nico had a massive crush on each other, though neither of you wanted to admit it and would rather make up a bunch of teenage drama to hide your feelings.

It got even more dramatic when Chiron assigned the two of you to attend a local highschool to keep an eye out for any demigod activity.

Of course, you refused to share a dorm with Nico.

One night, you were sitting comfortably on your bed, reading your favorite book as you hummed happily to yourself. It was raining, and the atmosphere was perfect for a cozy evening.

Suddenly, you heard a loud commotion outside. It was as if someone was stumbling down the halls.

Curious, you got up and decided to look out your peephole.

Before you could even go on your tip-toes, you heard a knock coming from the other side of the door.

You peeked through the small hole and gasped.

The all-too-familiar face, bruised and swollen, was standing at your door.

Nico croaked out in a sore voice, "Y/N?"

You hesitantly opened the door, gasping in surprise as Nico fell into your arms.

"What happened?" you whispered shakily, closing the door as Nico buried himself into your arms.

Nico was panting heavily and shaking. The adrenaline started to wear off as you could now see just how much of a mess he looked.

His knuckles were completely torn up like he'd been punching a wall. Bruises lined his arms. His shirt ripped and drenched through.

"Some guys were talking crap about you," Nico rasped, letting out a shallow breath as he leaned his head against your shoulder.

Without further inquiry, you immediately guided Nico to your bathroom. "Come on. Let's get you all cleaned up."

Nico allowed you to guide him silently, following like a lost puppy as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder for support.

When the two of you arrived in the bathroom, Nico shakily sat on the toilet closet as you ran the sink and pressed a warm, damp cloth against his face.

Nico winced and hissed in pain, only to be shushed gently by you.

"It's okay," you murmured softly, "Everything's going to be okay."

You didn't even know why you were acting all nice to Nico all of a sudden.

Maybe it was the healer inside of you speaking. Seeing him all bloodied up must have triggered your nursing instinct or something.