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Constellations by liketolaugh
Fandom Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
10 Jan 2024
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07 Jan 2026
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Percy annabeth nico some pjo cast jet mike rose Lucy gets therapy. The Fic. So good. Poseidon cares for his son. Hermes n mr d too. Raine is so precious and i love this so much tq for being my first fic in the pjo series
“I was pleased,” Percy said. “Relieved, even. We- I mean, we killed them and they didn’t die because we didn’t have a god on our side, and now we did. Problem solved. I almost laughed at a couple points, because he showed up and started insulting the giants – um, they were like, the anti-Dionysus, so they were obsessed with upstaging him. Lots of theater stuff. And Bacchus just went around telling them their show was tacky.” He almost smiled, but the urge vanished quickly. “And then Jason kinda hinted at wanting to get on with it, and... Bacchus told us to go ahead.”“How did you feel then?”
“Confused,” Percy said quietly. “Then annoyed. Then fucking furious.” He took a breath. “I don’t understand. I don’t understand. Why didn’t he care? Why was he acting like this didn’t have anything to do with him? Mà tḕn Hestia, these were his enemies. They were trying to upstage him, they were born and designed to kill him. Why did he just sit there?”
“But you fought anyway,” Raine prompted softly.
“I had to,” Percy said, voice cracking again. “We had to. They wouldn’t have let us get away, not when Gaea told them to kill us, and- and someone had to make sure they died! Someone had to put a, a fucking ounce of effort into making sure Gaea didn’t rise! And apparently Mr. D wasn’t going to do it!” He couldn’t see for the tears clouding his eyes. “Apparently none of the gods were going to do it!”
Percy started sobbing, loudly. He muffled it into his stuffed shark, trying not to disturb the other patients, and Raine waited patiently while he cried.
When maybe a fraction of his hurt and betrayal had soaked into the soft toy, Percy’s breath started to even out, and eventually he managed to suck in enough deep breaths to speak again.
“Mr. D watched me grow up,” he said at last, voice shaking so badly that it would be a miracle if Raine understood him. “He’s known me since I was twelve, he, he’s knocked on my cabin door to talk to me, he taught me how to play pinochle. He... was he going to just watch me die?”
“You know I can’t answer that for you,” Raine murmured. Percy hugged the toy.
“I know,” he admitted, exhaustion weighing down his voice. “I just... I really thought he cared.”
“Betrayal hits you hard,” Raine acknowledged softly. “If you want to try and salvage your opinion of him, perhaps you could ask Mr. D about it, see if he isn’t responsible for Bacchus’ actions after all. If you don’t...” She shook her head. “No one would blame you.”
Percy’s throat tightened again, and he swallowed twice before he replied.
“I don’t know if I’m that brave,” he admitted. “I mean... I think I’d feel better if I knew for sure that Bacchus didn’t care about the people Mr. D does. But what if he does? What if he just laughs in my face for ever thinking he gave a shit? I, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I can’t answer that for you,” Raine repeated quietly.
Percy nodded numbly, and then pushed determinedly past the conversation.
“It was a huge relief when the Argo showed up,” he said. “Jason and I are good, but we were exhausted. Ephialtes would have killed us if they hadn’t shown up when they did.” He exhaled. “And then Bacchus came down and started... strutting around, showing off to the crowd, like he was this grand finale. And that was it. He came over, told us to continue our quest, and...”
The blood drained from Percy’s face.
“Percy?” Raine called worriedly.
Percy coughed, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, but the anti-nausea med seemed to be working, and it didn’t go any further than that. He struggled to gain control of his breath, and after a moment he reached for Montauk, calling up the vivid memory of campfire smoke and corn chips and sea wind.
When he felt ready, he pushed himself back up, oddly exhausted by the effort.
“He, he told me,” Percy rasped, “that... that my voyage would be harder than I expected, a-and... he told me where to find Annabeth.” He swallowed. “We fell into Tartarus less than an hour later.” His fists clenched. “Maláka! Aischrós koprophágos mētrokoítēs! Bínei heautoû! Rhaphanidoû!”
He had more to say, but it wasn’t really making him feel any better, so he stopped, hugging Fang tightly instead.
“Do you think he knew?” Raine asked delicately.
“He definitely knew,” Percy snapped, slumping back in misery. “Coward. Coward. He’d probably piss himself if someone even suggested he go to Tartarus and he just, he just stood there and smiled.” He hugged himself and shuddered. “I... no. I don’t want to talk about that any more right now. Sorry.”
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Changbin and Jisung help Chan celebrate a milestone. What ensues is a scene of tender care shared between three boys who love each other very much.
(or, a love letter to the soulmatery of 3racha.)
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31 May 2025
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These are the kids I want to debut with. They’re the ones I want to do this with.
And they'll do this together.
Where eight people fall down and pick each other back up again, and again, and again.
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19 Apr 2025
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lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account for melodics
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Jul 2019
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Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking.
Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.”
There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can.
“Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.”
[It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]
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06 Mar 2025
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Ur honor theyre so stupid
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through the looking-glass by unluckyolive
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
27 Jun 2022
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Kim Dokja slaps his hands over Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth without really thinking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says frantically.
He feels Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips curve into a frown under his palm, ticklish and hot against that sensitive skin. He ekes out an odd sound and jerks back, yelping again when the back of his head collides with the wall.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression turns more bewildered than reprimanding. “What is with you?”
The Fourth Wall comes down. Kim Dokja realizes he’s been relying on it more than he thought.