This is a Harry Potter x PJO/HOO crossover, only it doesn't have any actual Harry Potter characters in it. It just takes place in Hogwarts. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, the picture, or the place. Also, sorry for my really bad summaries. I just sorta gave up on them.

nico's a demon, will's an angel, and they fall in love during a war. what could possibly go wrong? intentional lowercase for the description; the actual fic has proper capitalization. the writing is pretty bad and the plot is all over the place but it's cutesy sometimes so knock yourselves out. if swearing bothers you, skip the author's notes because i swear sometimes. the actual fic has no strong language.

Nico really didn't know when it had started, he just knew it was important.

Will Solace is a tattoo shop owner Nico Di Angelo is a flower shop owner What would happen if their paths crossed?

Will Solace is from a line of kings and queens, living as a prince with his uncle. Nico Di Angelo has a choice, execution or working for the Solace family as a servant. What will he choose and will he regret it?

As royalty, Will Solace had his life planned out the day he was born. His parents control everything he does, including who he has to marry. They've picked a girl named Bianca Di Angelo, who is a princess from an ally kingdom. Their marriage will seal an alliance which will help both kingdoms. Since they've never met each other, their parents arrange for Bianca to stay at the castle for a while. She brings her brother Nico along with her, to keep her company. The marriage doesn't go exactly as planned... Will takes one look at the couple and falls in love... With Nico. Meanwhile, Bianca sets her sights on a maid named Thalia... ~~~ Trigger warnings: homophobia, swearing and major character deaths. Mortal AU Completed!! The characters belong to Rick Riordan, but the setting and idea is mine.

Enjoy a small preview of the story, instead of a description. 'BOOM! The gunshot rang through my ears, being at such close proximity was not a good thing. I could feel the warm liquid seeping into my clothing, and a sharp pain in my chest. I was afraid to open my eyes, for fear of the scene I would see. But eventually, pressure got the best of me, and I opened my eyes. Laying directly over my chest was none other than the one that has stopped the bullet from going straight through my heart and killing me; the one thing that had kept me alive. "WILL!"'