Say It Again, I Dare You ~ Solangelo Oneshot

Say It Again, I Dare You.

WILL POV

It was four years after the war and people were still scared of Nico. I mean sure he still didn't interact as much as the average camper, but he was so not used to it, that everytime he would try, he would near have a panic attack. So word of Nico di Angelo didn't quite spread to new demigods as fast as it would with Percy or Jason, even Leo.

Nico and I had started dating shortly after the war so it was nearing on our four year anniversary. I had just turned 19 two weeks ago, while Nico was still 17. I had always been so facinated with our relationship due to out MANY differences. Nico is literal darkness, while I'm a generally bright person. He's the son of Hades, I'm the son of Apollo. To make it better, he is so short it's adorable. I range around 6'2", so I'm considered to be tall at camp, especially to Nico who is only 5'6". He is so small, but it's cute because he is perfect cuddling size.

It doesn't help Nico's popularity due to the fact that he still likes to lurk in the shadows to avoid all people. For new comers it's not like they could look at the Hades table and find Nico, because he sits with me!

His appearance should be considered "fearful", or so that's what he says. He still wears all black, with his skull and band shirts, and those tight, tight, black jeans that make his ass look so good. And the way that you can see the muscles in his arms when he wears tank tops, or even better when there is no shirt and you can see the muscles in his shoulders and his abs... Oh my, I got distracted... Even his hair is black. It's always an unruly mess, no matter what you do to fix it. So basically, Nico is the appearance of a mortal emo. So not really as "terrifying" as he thinks. But that's okay, because I love him for it.

But today we are training with my least favorite weapon. The sword. But The sword just so happens to be Nico's favorite weapon. I'm really bad at the sword, but I get to see Nico in a wife-beater, so it's all good on my part. He still has the scars from the werewolf's, but those will never go away, plus they somehow make Nico so much hotter.

As we make our way to the arena, I take Nico by surprise and throw him over my shoulder and start running. "Will! Oh my gods, stop! Put me down right now, you dick!" Nico yells, hitting on my back.

"Never!" I playfully yell back and start running faster. By the time we make it to the arena we are both out of breath and laughing. I set him down and peck his lips, taking his hand and walking into the arena.

"Mr. Solace and Mr. di Angelo have finally decided to join us, I see." Percy, who is teaching today, says with an obviously fake glare on his face.

We walk past him towards the weapons rack, but not before Nico shoves his shoulder and says, "Fuck off, Jackson. Mr. Dorkface insisted on carrying me here."

"Hey!" I protest, earning me a sly smile from Nico. Percy laughs at the exchange and tells us to get weapons. Nico starts to pull out his Stygian iron sword, only to be stopped by Percy, telling him to get one that wouldn't suck the souls out of people. Nico unwilling obeys and grabs a well weighted sword the same size of his blade.

"Okay guys. We're gonna split up into two groups. The more experienced fighters will be sparring each other, while the newbies, oh and Will, are going to practice on the dummies." Percy announces.

"Thanks for calling me out, Perce." I call back at him.

"Well we all kinda know that the sword isn't really your strong suit." Percy counters.

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. See ya in a little bit, Neeks." I respond.

I feel the bronze sword in my hand and it feels foreign in my hands. My weapon of choice would, obviously, be the bow. But I really do love watching the way that Nico's body moves when he is fighting.