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Pairing: Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo Rating: K+/T? (nothing bad)

"Well, you got your wish, Nico thought as his eyelids grew heavy, his head lolling to one side and resting on Percy’s shoulder. Percy Jackson fell for you.

Just not in the way he’d wanted."

[part 1/? of a Percico AU. No reason, just thought of it, for fun]

Nico fiddled with the Mythomagic card in his hand. It was already in bad shape – dog-eared and creased, like it had been crumpled up and smoothed out again many times. There was even the odd scorch mark on the bottom. But he was still twisting it in his fingers, folding it and unfolding it. He caught two corners, holding them pinched between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Mumbling to himself, he pulled.

The card tore. Nico froze. Quickly, he smoothed the card out again on his lap, examining it. He’d made a small rip in the top, but the damage wasn’t too bad, really… Well, there wasn’t too much new damage.

He blinked at the image printed on the card, the glossy surface marred by white crease-lines. Poseidon – god of the ocean. And Percy Jackson’s father.

Nico didn’t like the warmth that instantly flooded his face. Without another glance, he clumsily folded the card so the god’s picture was hidden. He didn’t know how closely Mythomagic-Poseidon resembled Percy’s real father, but still… It made him incredibly uncomfortable to have those serious eyes – more blue than Percy’s sea-green – staring judgementally up at him, like he could tell what Nico thought of his son…

Anger flared up briefly inside him again. So he still held those feelings. Even after Percy had broken his promise and let the last of Nico’s family die away. Made him lose the one person who might have helped him sort through these tangled emotions. Percy didn’t deserve a single good thought, not from him – so why…

The card ripped apart in his hands before he realized what he was doing. He stared at the pieces, trying to relax his grip. Poseidon glared up at him again, those eyes – and suddenly they looked very much like Percy’s – frighteningly cold, detached, a passive observer a world away from the skinny boy sitting alone on a bench in the park.

Nico let go. The wind took it, carrying the remnants of his last Mythomagic card to scatter somewhere else – anywhere else, he didn’t care, as long as he didn’t have to see it ever again. He’d had enough of this game.

{part 2}

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Challenge on Infinite Earths - Day 1 [Hogwarts]

Care of Magical Creatures didn't use to be one of Annabeth’s favorite classes. It was all right, she supposed. There was something quite gratifying about the adoring look you’d get from some of the animals after caring for them, even if their needs could be harder to decipher than the blank crystal balls in Divination. At least Care of Magical Creatures could be interesting, depending on what they were learning about.

Like unicorns, for instance. During one particular class one cloudy day, Annabeth managed to develop a sort of fondness for unicorns…

After spending most of the lesson drilling them in on the uses of unicorn hair and all the theory stuff, the professor was dividing the class, a mix of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, into two groups for practical work: girls and boys. Girls would handle the adults, while boys were with the foals. The students weren’t cooperating much, staring at the unicorns’ gleaming coats.

Annabeth herself had only taken a brief glance. She was distracted, thinking about a new spell they’d learned in Charms. She hadn’t gotten it quite perfect yet…

“Annabeth!” Her cousin, Malcolm, nudged her back.

When she shot him a sharp look, he just shrugged and grinned. Malcolm was easygoing even for a Hufflepuff. He needed to be, when he was dealing with Annabeth. He was one of the few people who could drag her away from her books without getting a wart-covered nose.

“Go on – the girls are going forward.” Malcolm nodded at the girls who were heading for the unicorn herd.

Annabeth rolled her eyes before following. While some of the other girls squealed about how lovely the unicorns were, she just stroked them calmly, observing. The unicorns were sweet, nudging her hand and neighing, but Annabeth found it terribly boring.

“Now, boys, since some of you are doing well, you’ll move on to the adults.” The professor was talking again. “How about… Jackson, go on.”

Percy Jackson sighed under his breath, dropping his arm to his side. The foal he’d been paying attention to whinnied in disappointment. Percy gave it one quick pat on its nose before moving away. The closest adult unicorn happened to be Annabeth’s.

“’Scuse me,” he muttered, reaching over to rub the unicorn’s nose.

To Annabeth’s interest, the unicorn seemed to react even more warmly to his touch than hers. It stretched its neck out, trying to nuzzle him. Percy leaned back to avoid being impaled by unicorn horn.

Her curiosity piqued, Annabeth studied him critically. She knew Percy, of course. A fourth-year, and often cited as the cause for Hufflepuff, his house, losing last year’s House Cup. Judging from the way he was acting now – quiet, keeping a fairly low profile – she guessed he didn’t meant to make trouble on purpose. It just came naturally to him.

Percy was stepping back. “Want another go?”

When Annabeth took his place, the unicorn whinnied pitifully, stretching its head out in Percy’s direction.

“Seems to like you more,” Annabeth said drily, offering him the spot again.

A faint blush settled on Percy’s face. “Yeah…”

Annabeth watched him carefully. He didn’t seem to be doing anything special… But another unicorn was ambling over, vying with the first for Percy’s attention. She caught sight of another unicorn staring in their direction, its ears pricked, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Jackson, what kind of unicorn food are you carrying around with you? You’re attracting them like moths to a flame.”

Percy was looking mildly flustered, his attention divided between two unicorns who were now trying to nudge the other away. Annabeth took pity on him. She nudged one of the unicorns, leading it away towards another girl. When she came back, she looked at Percy expectantly.

“Nothing,” he said, in reply to her earlier, joking question. “Unless they like Chocolate Frogs.”

He took a few out of his pockets and waved them at the unicorn. It blinked, confused.

That didn’t cut it with Annabeth. “Really though. Why do they like you so much?”

“Long story,” he said evasively, not looking at her.

He was obviously not well-acquainted with Annabeth Chase if he thought that could put her off.  She had latched onto something she wanted to know, and she wasn’t going anywhere until she had her answers.

“I just seem to have a way with horses.” Percy grimaced a little to himself, looking distant, before his gaze focused on Annabeth again. “Maybe I’ll tell you later. Not now. Like I said, it’s a bit of a long story…”

“Hufflepuff and Gryffindor don’t have any other classes together,” she reminded him. “Unless you’re taking Arithmancy, which I doubt?”

A faint glimmer lit up his eyes. “I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.”

The unicorn whinnied, rubbing its nose into Percy’s hand. He patted it absently, his eyes still steadily trained on Annabeth’s. Her crossed arms and sharp grey stare told him she wasn’t going to let this go.

“How about I start the story next Care of Magical Creatures lesson?” he asked.

“Why not after school?”

He looked slightly embarrassed. “Um… Detention today and tomorrow,” he confessed. “Blew something up in Potions.”

She scowled. “I feel like you’re doing all this on purpose.”

Percy looked up at the sky innocently. "Huh, looks like there's going to be rain this afternoon."

Annabeth nearly stomped her foot. "Jackson. We're not talking about the weather."

A slight grin turned up the corners of his mouth. “You really want to know?”

She gave him a what-do-you-think look.

“Well, okay…” Percy stroked the unicorn’s nose once before dropping his hand. “I’ll tell you.”

He suddenly darted away, calling out behind him as he ran, “Next Care of Magical Creatures!”

Annabeth’s mouth fell slightly open. She finally looked around and saw that the class had ended. Most of the other students were heading for their next classes. Flustered for once, she needed a moment to remember her next lesson. On the way, she grudgingly admitted that Percy had won this time. She’d have to wait, then.

But at least the next Care of Magical Creatures was bound to be interesting.

{ A/N: So, this is Day 1 (prompt: Hogwarts) of Challenge on Infinite Earths. Well, a modified version of the challenge. My friend Mel adapted it into a sort of race to see who completes it first, instead of a 30-day thing. (Her comments at the bottom have some explanation of this.) Like her, I'm not sticking to one ship/set of characters. I think I'll be going with PJO/HoO and Homestuck.

With this PJO/HP crossover, I'm not quite sure about the demigod status. I imagine that being a demigod wouldn't be much more special than ordinary wizards, except with some bonuses, like Percy's connection for horses (I think he can do wandless "magic" with water too) or Annabeth's natural intelligence. Although some characters (like Malcolm) are normal wizards instead of demigods... Honestly, the crossover is still a bit blurry in my head, sorry. }

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[So. Yeah. Drabble-fanfic-thing based off the classpects of me and my friends (IceK and Moll). It's evil!AU, just so you know what to expect...]

You cannot escape.

You run, of course. You try.

The plan is perfect, utterly sound. You've thought it through, made all the right choices.

The more you believe, the more possible it is. You can overcome anything.

Wait. You will know when the moment is right. This is your domain, your protective element. It cannot fail you.

That's what you think. But it was never enough.

I have seen more than you could ever comprehend. Each loathing, each desire, each moment when your determination has faltered. I have observed as your every emotion played itself out and revealed its presence - in your eyes, in your stance, in your words. Your actions are in scripts I have already studied. I know you better than you know yourself. You cannot outwit me.

I have you in the palm of my hand. Whatever you believe, whatever you wish for in the deepest depths of your heart, I can take it away. I can steal away any thing you've ever held close. This is why you will never succeed, why you will falter when you need your belief the most. The fear has consumed you, the hatred seeped into the core of your being, the desire for revenge blinded you, until right is wrong and freedom is captivity. There is no escaping your own restrictions.

I have created the most intricate trap. A tangled web, a bewildering labyrinth. It lives, it breathes, it sees. It is an extension of my very self. I know every passageway and every exit. This is my domain: the earth you walk on, the walls constricting you, the paths you take. You have wandered into a world where every step you take has already been charted in my memory. Accept the inevitable - you are lost.