Sunshine POV

We left the Apollo cabin holding hands and blushing, as we reluctantly made our way to the Hades cabin.

I loved Nico's chocolate brown eyes... I don't... I don't know if what I want to do is right. Nico, he's... he's only 14. I won't. I'll hold back. It's fi-- why is he grinning at me like that? Is the look on my face making it THAT obvious what I was thinking, I didn't think I was blushing, but... OMG when he grins like that he's way too hot... wait, what's that light?

I look down, revealing to myself that I am quite literally glowing, but Nico doesn't say a word. He just keeps grinning that sexy grin of his. At this point I can't even stop the thoughts.

Once we get to his cabin, he lays down on the bed, to which I repeat his doing so.

"I couldn't ask you to do this, but here I am... actually, I don't know, Nico... are you ready?"

"Huh? Ready for what?" he asks, oblivious to the fact we are literally sitting in the same bed, breathing the same air, thinking the same thing.

"For me."

"Well, of course, Solace, I love you, I am absolutely ready to be your boyfriend." he says.

He still doesn't get it.

"Don't make me say it, Nico..."

Finally understanding, he kisses my cheek.

MY MENTALLY ILL FRIEND WROTE THIS PART, BUT I FIXED IT SO IT ISN'T SO BAD:

"Nico," I whispered, my voice catching on the name like honey on a tongue. "Can I... can I kiss you?"

The playful glint in his eyes turned into something smoldering, something that mirrored the inferno raging within me. "Only if you promise it's a kiss worthy of a Ghost King," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

"This," I whispered, my lips hovering just above his, "is a kiss for the way your eyes hold the secrets of the stars."

The breath hitched in his throat as I brushed a feather-light kiss across his lips, the taste of salt and sunlight sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. It was a tease, a promise of what was to come.

He responded with a sigh, leaning into me, his lips parting in a silent invitation. I met him halfway, our lips colliding in a soft, tentative touch. It was a slow burn, a dance of exploration and discovery. His lips were cool, slightly chapped, yet beneath them, a fire simmered, waiting to be unleashed.

My touch ignited a wildfire within him. His kisses became ravenous, his hands roaming over my body, mapping the contours of my desire with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through me. He kissed the curve of my jaw, the pulse at my throat, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

Deathboy POV:

My hands traced the map of his desire, fingers etching constellations on his back, each touch a whispered promise. He arched against me, his fingers digging into my hips, anchoring me to him, to this moment suspended in time.

"Nico," he breathed, his name a burning prayer on my lips.

I answered his plea with a kiss, molten fire against his, a taste of the shadows swirling within me. I explored the secrets hidden beneath his sun-kissed skin, each moan a symphony in the twilight air.

The moon, a pearl in the velvet sky, bathed us in its ethereal glow as we moved in unison, shadows and sunbeams weaving a tapestry of forbidden desire. Each frantic kiss was a whispered apology, a promise. For the secrets I'd kept, the shadows I'd carried alone, for the fear that had held me captive for centuries.

And then, a crescendo. We clung to each other, tremors wracking our bodies, souls tangled in the aftermath of the storm.

Silence descended, gentle and heavy. Slowly, I became aware of the cool grass beneath us, the scent of night-blooming jasmine, the soft pulse of Will's heart against mine. He nestled into my arms, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

I traced the curve of his jaw, committing his sun-kissed face to memory. In the silver of the moon, he was breathtaking, a masterpiece sculpted from laughter and light, with flecks of the shadows I knew so well dancing in his golden eyes.

"Will," I whispered, my voice rough with a love I no longer feared.

His eyes opened, sleepy and warm. "Nico," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

We lay there, bathed in the cool moonlight, two souls woven together by the tapestry of our love. The shadows seemed less daunting now, the sun brighter, the future, once a dark enigma, shimmering with the promise of dawn.

For in his arms, under the watchful gaze of the stars, I finally understood. I wasn't just the Ghost King, the Lord of Shadows. I was Nico. And Nico, loved by Will, the sun to my shade, could face anything. The darkness and the light, forever intertwined, dancing a waltz of fire and starlight, a love story written in whispers of dawn.

The night hummed with unspoken promises, the first notes of a melody woven from moonlight and soul fire. And as the sun peeked over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and rose, I knew, with a certainty that resonated in my very bones, that this was just the beginning. Our story, etched in the twilight sky, was a symphony waiting to be composed, a dance of shadows and sunbeams, a love story written in stardust and forever.

Narrarator who loves spiciness POV

The first rays of dawn tickled their eyelids, coaxing them back to consciousness. Will stretched, the memory of moonlit shadows and whispered promises painting a warm glow on his cheeks. He turned, ready to share the sunrise with Nico, but found the space next to him empty.

A pang of disappointment stabbed him, quickly followed by a surge of confusion. Had Nico left? He scanned the clearing, finding him curled beneath the oak tree, eyes still closed, hair a halo of spun gold against the emerald grass.

Will crept closer, the crunch of leaves a lullaby in the morning quiet. As he drew near, Nico's chest rose and fell with a peaceful rhythm, the corners of his lips upturned in a slight smile. The sight stole Will's breath away. Nico, bathed in the ethereal glow of dawn, looked almost divine.

Suddenly, Nico's eyes flew open, the smile evaporating into a startled blink. He sat up, a blush blooming across his cheeks, the color rivaling the rising sun.

"Morning," Will mumbled, feeling as awkward as a sunbeam caught in a rainstorm.

Nico cleared his throat, the blush deepening. "Morning," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Silence settled, thick and awkward, punctuated only by the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves. Will wanted to break it, to ask about Nico leaving, to understand the unspoken tension hanging between them.

But before he could, the words tumbled out of his mouth like startled doves. "I had the craziest dream last night," he blurted, surprised by his own honesty.

Nico's eyebrows shot up. "Dream?"

"Yeah," Will continued, cheeks burning. "About us... being here, under the stars, and..." He stumbled over the words, the memory of their stolen kisses, the whispered confessions, making his heart hammer against his ribs.

He met Nico's gaze, expecting laughter, maybe even shock. Instead, he saw a dawning realization flicker in his eyes, followed by a hesitant smile, tentative and unsure.

Silence fell again, this time pregnant with something new, something unspoken. Nico's blush mirrored Will's, and his fingers nervously traced the hem of his shirt.

Finally, Nico spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "The thing is," he said, eyes fixed on the rising sun, "I think I might have had the same dream."

The words hung in the air, charged with possibility. Will's heart soared, lighter than the clouds painted across the sky. Was it possible? Had the moon whispered their desires not just to him, but to Nico as well?

He reached out, fingers brushing against Nico's arm, sending a spark of electricity through him. Nico didn't pull away. He turned, his gaze meeting Will's, and in that silent exchange, everything was understood.

The sun climbed higher, bathing the clearing in golden light. The dream, or whatever it was, had left them changed, the shadows between them no longer a barrier, but a bridge.

And as they sat there, hands entangled, watching the day unfold, Will knew with a certainty that echoed in his soul, that even if the night's whispers were just dreams, the feelings they awoke were anything but. The sun and shade, woven together by the tapestry of dawn, had only just begun their dance.