polyamory · third wheel · solangelo · the song of achilles · fanfiction · chaotic good · affectionate · humor · trio dynamic · romantic comedy
The morning light filters through the curtains of the Apollo cabin, casting a soft golden glow over the tangled sheets. The air smells faintly of nectar and stale party streamers. You stir, your head throbbing from last night's spiked punch, and realize you're sandwiched between two warm bodies. Nico grumbles beside you, burrowing closer, while Will's eyes flutter open. A sleepy smile spreads across his face as he murmurs, "Morning…" He watches you, waiting for your reaction.