Has it been a million years or what, amiright? But seriously... I love this story so much ( yes, I am that much of a dork to re-read my own stories ), that I decided to wrap it up a bit. Like zoom further into the future. This was one of my very favorite stories and I felt continuing it to end it on a happy-ever-after note would be perfect.

Its basically in a three part span of their relationship, in growing together and etc. I'm actually quite happy with this. So, here we go!

three little words:

So much for being dark and gloomy forever, he thought in amusement. It seemed like eons ago that he would have squinted with a detesting sneer.

However, he watched as strands of golden honey dripped from the windows. Flecks of white - dust, it would seem - straggled amiably in said light. He almost sneezed, feeling his nose tickle at the sight of the stuff. However he held it in for the sleeping form that lie next to him. The reason he didn't in fact hate sunlight. The reason his life had even, admittedly, become much like sunlight itself.

His eyes trailed all over the face that lay inches from his own. The way you could see tanned smile lines. Will had never stopped smiling back then... and he was still smiling now. He would never admit it out loud - no, definitely not out loud - but... it caused a chain reaction on him most of the time. He could already feel the familiar tug of a smile play on his lips. He always had this effect on Nico. And for that, he was grateful.

He watched the mans chest rise and fall in a sleep-like pattern and almost felt tempted to trace his fingers down the heated surface. But he didn't want to disturb him. He felt that when Will was less animated, it was a very precious moment. Because despite him being amazing when he was constantly moving, it was a whole other world to see him simply stop.

His smile grew wider. He must be an idiot. A lovesick, totally insane idiot.

A content puff of air escaped his parted and slightly dry lips. He closed his lids over his eyes and simply basked in the moment of complete bliss. However, of course, Will always knew when it was best to interrupt said moments.

"Look at the gloomy boy, smiling as if he'd won the lottery," teased a groggy Will. A shiver whispered up Nico's spine as he opened his eyes to his companions wake.

"Didn't mean to wake you - and hey, don't call me a boy!" He almost apologized to Will, however he only realized he was making fun of him. The fuzz cleared from his head and he propped himself to lean on his arms, just barley slanted so he was over Will. "I think after the nights we've spent together you would stop that habit..."

The tease in his voice was as strong as the longing in it. Seven years, and the flame hadn't died. Will always teased him by calling him a boy - but he always shot back something or other. A popular one that confidently rang in the back of his head was usually, 'Well you weren't saying that last night'. And it usually shut him right up, adorably uncanny reddened face and all.

"Shut up," came a grumpy reply as he saw Will turn his back to him.

"Now who's the gloom boy?" Nico shot back. If they'd had this talk when they were younger, it would have been much more heated and - well, the less you knew of their tense and burning hot love making, the better.

No response was successfully drawn from said 'gloom boy'.

He tried a different approach this time. Muscular, battle aged arms wrapped around a tense Will who lay pouting. He slowly brought his stubble lined chin to rest on the crook of his neck and lay his nose against the others' cheek. A tender smile fell across his face and he dared to move. Now, he was positioned so that he was basically crouching over the other.

He could clearly see his partner's face now, written with annoyance at not being able to come up with a good comeback. "You know... not everything is about you or winning," he finally sighed. "And anyways, you started it."

"Oh, real mature," Will grumbled. Though he could see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Nobody, and he literally meant nobody, could keep Will down for long.

"Look who's talking," Nico laughed as he dipped down to plant a slow kiss on his neck.

Will turned under him now, fixing him with a look he hadn't had the privilege of seeing quite yet. And he was taken aback - shocked. His freckles, which lightly dusted his face, rippled as a small smile slid past his guard. Soft blue eyes focused upon his own obsidian ones. The way his hair fell in a perfect thread of golden halo on the pillow. And slowly they traveled back to his eyes.

His lips parted and he affectionately said, "Your lucky I like you so much, otherwise I wouldn't have married your punk ass."

It was clear, for the first time in forever, that look they shared. Maybe they'd been caught up in the honeymoon phase of their relationship together to not see it. But now it was absolutely and blatantly obvious. The vows that they had shared rang clear in his head now. Nico let his tousle of messy black hair fall in curls atop his forehead. "I love you."

Will, who was so rarely the one flustered now turned red in embarrassment. Will, who was always the one teasing him. And now that look of pure surprise and innocence was etched across his face. Of course they had said I love you before - it was easy enough to say. But within this moment time seemed to still. Because he actually understood the meaning of those life altering words now.

"I love you Will," he whispered, bending down to pepper a trail of kisses across his neck. When he picked his head back up, Will was obviously beyond embarrassed now.

"I-I know that!" he stuttered. "But why say it so... so..." he trailed of and drew his hands to cover his tomato face. No, seriously, his face rivaled that of a tomato at the moment.

"Because I mean every word of it. I know that for sure," Nico said in a sentimental chuckle.

Moments of silence engulfed them in their timeless state. There eyes stabbed into each other, as if one couldn't get enough of the other. They both knew it to be true, that they loved each other to no end. Finally, he watched as the flustered - yet now serious - man spread beneath him broke the silence.

"I love you, too..."

threes a company:

The sound of footsteps sliced through whatever dream he had been having. 10 Years spent with the love of his life, and yet out of three of those years he now woke to the same sounds. Will lightly pushed away the covers that had been tangling with his body all night long. He squinted open two groggy blue eyes and pinpointed the direction of the sound.

"Dad?" asked a feeble voice.

Softness replaced surprise as he watched a little head poke out from behind the opened door. He watched as the scruffy caramel brown hair - obviously moved around from sleep - waited for an answer.

"Whats up, bud?" came Nico's answer, beating him to it.

"Callie wants to know if I can go out and play," came his reply.

"Of course you can," Will said in a lighthearted laugh. He watched with a tenderness he never knew he could possibly feel for another. And yet there it was, swept away by the sheer love he felt for Will and Nico's adopted son.

"Just as long as you tell Aunt Annabeth we said hi," Nico added with wave as he watched their son bound away towards the front door.

"I will!" came his reply.

"Oh - Marc! Don't forget to wear a jacket today. It's chillier outside now. Also be careful of strangers - especially if they are strange monsters! Don't take candy from them, or doughnuts! Be safe and have fun!" he rambled on with haste, for Marc's foot was already out the door.

"I will!" came his reply again, though it sounded annoyed now. Nico fit the whole concerned and doting father too well. The echoing sound of the rustling of putting on a coat met with relieved ears, and Nico gave an approving nod.

However Will's face twisted and he fell backwards into a heap among the covers. He always felt some form of sadness upon looking at little Marc. "Nico..." he choked out.

In the instant his name was called he felt the other intertwine hands with his own. He watched as the only source of comfort he really could confide in press his forehead against his cheek. Where Will always saved the day for others, Nico seemed to save the day for him.

"He reminds me so much of her," Will said in a strangled voice. And, it was true. From the curly caramel brown hair to the bright green eyes. And then there were his fathers freckles, and the shy artsy mood that came along with the whole package. He loved the kid so much - but everyday it felt as if he were swallowing knives. To know that Marc would never see, nor remember any fond memories of his real parents was rough on him.

"I know, I know... But you couldn't have done anything to help. You know this life is rough. I miss them too but... well, we can constantly hang on the past. ts not fair on Marc. Besides, we'll tell him epic stories of how Lou Ellen basically forced us to get together," Nico said softly. Again, Will was stricken by how incredibly older he sounded when consoling.

"I... I know. Its just... hard," Will sighed. He breathed in the comforting scent of familiar smells and wrapped his arms around Nico. "I just... feel wrong. Like we stolen him from his life, or... well, I don't know..." he trailed off and gave a frustrated grunt.

"Stop beating yourself up. Like I said, the past should be left in the past," Nico said, laying a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, and I don't want you to be so worked up over these things..."

His expression softened and he felt a tired smile slip over his face. "I know, and that's why I love you. Its why I haven't gone totally crazy after all these years. Who would've known that one great huge battle with some dirt lady could change my life forever?"

"You, of course. I mean - your father is Apollo," he heard him joke.

"Now that was corny," Will snorted as he raised himself upwards to plant a kiss on the side of Nico's jaw. If he was lucky, he wanted to live in eternity with him. Watch the way his pale face broke into a smug grin. Felt the way his skin felt both hot and cold against his own. Felt his body, his entire being.

Nico closed the space that had grown between them with locking his own lips with Wills'. It wasn't lustful, or heated. It was a slow, steady, and comforting rhythm. Like the soft beating of a heart, or the way you felt as you drifted off into sleep. Everything blurred, became hazy as he struggled to press the one love of his life closer to himself. He would never, ever let go of these little moments. Because they were the ones that counted the most.

back to two:

Thirty amazing years had been given so far. And for thirty of those years, he had been given equal.

They weren't kids anymore, and the reality of that was shocking. Especially as they realized what they were about to watch go down would be the final marker. The marker of moving forward, of facing the fact that even if it had been a long time spent - it only felt shortly spent.

Nico slipped his hand into the mans beside him. It was an innocent action that had become routine. It was almost not natural to do this little, romantic action. And in return he felt Will squeeze his hand back. His face turned ever so slightly to watch his Husband's expression.

It was as if he were looking into a mirror. All of the nerves, all of the anxiety and fear stretched into one simple look.

Nico drowned himself in Will's seemingly endless pool of blue eyes. There was nothing worse than giving your own son up. And for this moment he needed support. The support that he had needed all of those years ago was still there, as soft and warm as ever. A gentle sun that illuminated his bleakness. Whatever Will had seen in him, he was very grateful for it.

Looking behind him in the stretch of seats, he could see familiar faces. All dressed up in black suits and fancy dresses. They had all greeted the couple before entering the service. Some understanding, some not-so-much. It was so reliving to have their support - the entire group of seven was back together. Plus the add-ons that they had collected along the way.

Except, the two who were as important as them on this day. They sat in the row across from their own.

Nico caught Percy's eye and smiled fondly, before tracing his gaze to Annabeth and nodding in support. Her eyes were bleary and red, possibly from crying. No - definitely from crying. Luckily Will and Nico had gotten that fiasco out of the way.

That's when the music started.

He took a deep breath, before rising with everyone and turning to face the back of the room. This was it. Time to face his fears, time to give away the other person he loved as much as he loved Will.

He couldn't help the tears stinging at his eyes as he watched the women in a beautiful white gown stride down the aisle. Callie's face was nervous but full of wonder and happiness. Just like Nico and Will, when they had gotten married.

Intricate designs curled her dress into a puffy, princess like fashion. Her hair fell in blond ringlets around a beautiful face. And when he watched her stride to the alter, he squeezed Will's hand harder.

There stood Marc, dressed fashionably as he watched the women he adored with loving eyes. And in that moment, Nico felt everything wash away. The tension in his body left as he recognized a very important fact. He wasn't giving Marc away - he was gaining another. And soon after, hopefully, there would be more. His family just kept growing and growing, and he felt as if he could finally die happy.

Even if his small family was down to two again, he had an abundant supply of friends and future lives...

I really hope you guys enjoyed it. My inspiration is a little rusted today, what with the impending doom and stress of school and life. But still... I had fun. I hope you did too. Perhaps one day I will continue my other Solangelo fic. For now, though, duty calls.

Also yes, this was based on Panic! At The Disco's amazing song When The Day Met The Night. Because it literally matches these two so damn well.

So, all rights to where they belong. c:

See'ya soon, loves.