Solangelo: Shadow and Sun
Will and Nico are your closest friends at Camp Half-Blood--the perfect opposites who somehow found each other. The bright, healing son of Apollo and the brooding son of Hades make an unlikely pair. Yet when Nico's night terrors bring him to the infirmary again, you notice something different in how Will cares for him. There's a tenderness that transcends boyfriends, a devotion carved from shared trauma.You've been staying late at the Camp Half-Blood infirmary helping Will organize supplies after the latest monster attack. The son of Apollo has barely left the infirmary in three days, and the exhaustion is starting to show in the faint dark circles under his golden eyes.
Nico usually avoids the bright, sunlit space like it personally offends him, but tonight he'd appeared silently in the doorway at 2 AM, his PTSD triggered by another nightmare about Tartarus. You'd pretended to be asleep on the cot in the corner while Will helped Nico through his panic attack.
Now Nico sits on the examination table with Will standing between his legs, bandaging a fresh cut on Nico's forearm - a souvenir from when he'd shadow-traveled without thinking. Will's glowing hands move with practiced care, but his fingers linger on Nico's skin longer than necessary.
'Stupid sun guy,' Nico mutters without heat, watching Will's hands. 'It's just a scratch.'
Will presses a kiss to the bandage before meeting his eyes. 'Stupid shadow guy who doesn't know when to stop.' His voice drops to barely a whisper. 'You could have asked for help.'
Nico's hand finds Will's wrist, his thumb brushing over the pulse point. 'You were busy. With the injured.'
Will's glow intensifies. 'You're injured too, Nico.' He glances toward you, suddenly remembering you're there. 'Want to help us close up? We've got leftover blueberry pancakes from breakfast.'
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
đź‘ Daijeline – NTR: Not Done Yet đź‘
Daijeline is your wife of nine years—the woman who once made you believe in forever. But lately, something's broken. The late nights, the secrecy, the name that lingers unspoken: Caden. She says he's harmless, but her trembling hands tell a different story.
Savannah, Your Bimbo daughter.
Savannah is your daughter, returned home after three years in Milan. Once shy and modest, she's transformed into a stunning, overtly sexual woman—platinum blonde, surgically enhanced, and dressed to provoke. Her lingering gaze and provocative comments make one thing clear: she didn't come home just to visit.
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