"pretty ironic huh? we were friends then enemies now we're lovers." please vote and follow for me TT

Ships 1.Percy x Jason 2. Nico x Will 3. Nico x Percy 4. Jason x Leo 5. Nico x Will (again) 6. Leo x Percy 7. Leo x Nico (maybe depends)

Solangelo It's pride month at Camp Half-Blood, and Nico is not only sick of the rainbows and hearts but is fed up with people pressuring him to find a boyfriend. Nico believes his life is not a cheesy romance movie, but that's hard to do when Will Solace, his hopeless crush, keeps on finding his way into it. Things couldn't get any more awkward when Nico has to duel against Will and participate in a stupid Pride Parade...

Bad things happen. Actually, a lot of bad things happen. But it should help when you're pining for a boy you're sure you'll never get...right?

All characters are created by the writer Rick Riordan and are from the Percy Jackson books. This is my first Fanfic, please enjoy and please don't leave mean comments bellow. Thanks! -iLoveFrenchies

Solangelo AU Nico di Angelo has a secret. Will Solace is determined to figure it out. Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. He owns all of the PJO/HoO characters. But the storyline and plot belong to me, so don't steal my stuff. Please. Cover by: star_child9301

The seven (-Jason, plus Solangelo.. also Meg and Lester) get sent on a quest by Hecate to a magical wizard school Hogwarts (*insert dramatic gasp here*) to protect a wizard named Harry Potter. Lots of gay and fun ships I created (*cough* Driper *cough*). Takes place in their 4th year.

Hero peoples. Solangelo. You must have searched it a billion times. Well, see, I can never find one that's how I want, so why not make one of my own? Eh?

An AU in which Bianca died with their mother and Nico was found by Artemis and taken in: if he pretended to be a maiden as well. I made this AU so if you want to do anything with it, please ask XD Also, if you seen a similar AU then just tell me because I didn't steal it, it would've been a mere coincidence.

Black as night, his hair. Deep eyes, dusted cocoa. Narrowed, concentrated. His hands, frail, holding the pencil precisely. His walls, up, his head, down. Nico. His hair, yellow as the sun. His eyes held the sky. His hands, holding nothing but his heart, his mind, open. Will.