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𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒐𝟑 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑓𝑤!

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥:

Death Before Inaction by hppjmxrgosg

“Fuck off, Nicky.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hasn’t anyone ever told you spider-napping is illegal?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You can’t hold me here, I know my spider-rights.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “God, you guys are so old. What are you? Like 27?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Scale of 1 to 10, how upset would you be if I told you I banged your mom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Or, I got my grubby little hands on the spider-man time line and fucked around a little bit. Not much (everything) changes.

Peter Parker centric, what if Peter was the more experienced, professional hero? horrifically angsty and hilarious, pretty slow updates but the author is a stem major so it's worth the wait 1000x over!!

𝐝𝐩 𝐱 𝐝𝐜:

the only crossover I will defend with my life <3

Vertical Limit by hppjmxrgosg

Danny Fenton is not okay. TM. Honestly? Just overall bad vibes. But he's doing his best. Making it work. And trying not to become fully dead in the process.

The Justice League is very concerned. But it's actually their fault they got involved so take that one, Batman. John Constantine told them not to do the thing. They did it anyway.

Or, Danny gets summoned by the League, and he actually kind of adopts them in the process. Because these big city heroes don't know anything about ghosts and who is he if he doesn't help them out? Besides, the Watchtower is in space. Danny's always wanted to go to space...

DANNY MY LOVE anyways idk if you guys can tell but I kinda have a favourite writer🌝

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧:

Falling for You by 1967HogwartsGoddess

In an alternate series of events, Percy saves Annabeth from falling into Tartarus. Too bad he can't save himself. As Annabeth leads the Seven on a treacherous quest to meet him at the Doors of Death, Percy fights through a wasteland of pain, torture and difficult choices.

Surrounded by monsters, alone in the darkest corner of the underworld, he starts to question whether he's a good kid anymore.

what if it was only Percy who fell into Tartarus? this legitimately made me cry (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝:

Just Another Monster by EmlynC

Blackened teeth sink into Carl’s shoulder, and the pain is cold as ice.

Carl Grimes centric, I love to torture carl. he can handle it dw

A Different Road by xXQueenofDragonsXx When the Governor attacks the prison, Carl Grimes doesn't escape with his father. He escapes all alone, with only the clothes on his back and a determination to find and reunite with his family. But as the years go on, he doesn't manage to find them. Instead, he comes across a group of people, ones who call themselves the Whisperers, and he joins them, setting off a chain of events he could have never foreseen.

yes king, collect that trauma like Pokemon!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

The Life Of A Victor by folkloregryffindor

In this alternate universe (AU), where the Capitol successfully quashes the rebellion, Katniss and Peeta find themselves alongside Haymitch as mentors. Surprisingly, the next victor from District 12, emerges triumphant just a few years later, in the 78th Hunger Games. The fanfic delves into his life, the intricacies of his Games, and the aftermath of his victory, all while navigating the challenges of mentoring. As the world begins to stir a new revolution, join the journey through this compelling tale that explores resilience, unexpected triumphs, and the sparks of a burgeoning rebellion.

what can I say? I'm a sucker for hunger games oc fics <3

Mouse by NatalieThatOneNerd

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn’t uncommon to see their descendant’s scurrying the dirt streets.

When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept.

To this day the people of Nine can’t go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all… what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side?

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pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

Anona my love ❤️‍🩹

𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫:

All At Once, Everything is Different, Now That I See You by quillthrills

stuck in her tower for all eighteen years of her life, katara had come to peace with her own lonely, repetitive existence, her only company being her mother, hama. at least, she *was* at peace, until a certain airbending thief happened along her tower, caught her eye, and forever shifted the path of her destiny.

OR: kataangled. and yes, i came up with that brilliant wordplay all on my own.

for day two of kataang week 2024: protectiveness/ bodyguard

cutie patooties <3

birds of a feather by littlerosette

Overall, she’s had a wonderful experience so far; full of light, learning, and friendship. Katara is positive she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially because of how it brought Aang into her life. But still—

She whirls, too fast, and a gate catches the curve of her shoulder blade. Katara trips over her own foot, crying out in pain, and falls off of the platform, landing solidly onto her back with an oomph!

“Ow,” she whines, unwittingly, as Aang dashes to her in a panic.

It’d be nice to be good at this— actual airbending.

Or:

Avatar Katara is struggling with the Airbending gates. Aang comes up with a plan to help her.

Role Swap AU

agfiesgfahjow (づ￣ ³￣)づ

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one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ BACK TO THE FUTURE . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

a stranger things au by lanalosty0uu.

summary:

“hi, uhm… mind telling me where am i now?”

“are you sure you’re okay? or do i need to call a doctor?”

“what year is it now?

“it’s 1985? duh..?”

1985, the most exciting part of the 80s. blinding neon lights, sick skating rings, and those funky hairstyles and fashion trends. but, what happens when you got thrown back to the era you’ve always wanted to experience?

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings : explicit language, slow burn, angst, strangers to lovers, subtle use of y/n, future x past, title inspired by the movie “back to the future”

playlist!

PROLOGUE chapter i: ahoy! chapter ii: girls on film chapter iii: west end girls; east end boys chapter iv: take on me chapter v: rebel yell chapter vi: should i stay or should i go chapter vii: every breath you take chapter viii: head over heels chapter ix: with or without you chapter x: time after time EPILOGUE

note: lmk if it sounds good, i promise i’ll try to update as much as i can if this shit blows up! i haven't watch back to the future actually, but i'll be watching it for future references of my au here <3

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y’all I wish I had something to say other than OmG loOk at thE crEatiViTy but omllll it’s beautiful 🥹

⋆.˚chapter v: rebel yell ᝰ.ᐟ

previously on: 🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the music. “For what?” Steve asks, his expression softening. “For this. For making me feel like I belong here,” you said. He smiles, a genuine, almost shy smile that catches you off guard. “You do belong here. More than you think.” The moment stretches out, the world around them fading into the background. You aren’t sure what’s supposed to come next, but you knows one thing.

For the first time since you arrived in 1985, you don’t feel like a stranger.

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main masterlist!

pairing: steve harrington x fem! reader

warnings: slight cussing

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The night at the skating rink ends with laughter, lingering gazes, and a sense of connection you haven't felt in ages, or perhaps ever. Steve insists on dropping you off at Robin’s place, where you've been temporarily crashing since yourmysterious arrival in Hawkins.

“You’re getting better at this whole ‘80s teenager’ thing,” Steve says as he pulls up to the curb, his trademark smirk softened by the faint glow of the streetlights.

“Thanks to your expert coaching, obviously,” you teased, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He leans slightly over the console, his expression shifting to something more sincere. “Seriously, though, you’re fitting in. You’re… one of us now.”

The words linger in the air, warm and comforting, but also carrying a weight that make your chest tighten. You offer him a small smile, murmuring a quiet “Goodnight” before stepping out of the car.

Inside, Robin is waiting, sprawled across the couch with a bag of chips in hand. She raises an eyebrow as you walk in. “Harrington dropping you off like you’re some kind of prom queen? What, did he hold your hand, too?”

You snort, grabbing a soda from the kitchen. “No, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Robin shrugs, her smirk softening. “I’m just saying, he doesn’t go out of his way for everyone, you know. Especially not after the whole King Steve era.”

You try to brush it off, but Robin’s words stick with you as you lie awake that night, staring at the cracked ceiling. Steve’s kindness feels different... genuine, unforced. For a moment, you allow herself to wonder if it means something more.

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The next few days pass in a blur. You dive deeper into your crash course on 1985, with Steve and Robin acting as your unofficial guides to the decade. Robin’s sharp wit and sarcastic humor keep things lively, while Steve offers occasional nuggets of wisdom, like, “Never trust a guy wearing a Members Only jacket,” and, “If you want people to take you seriously, learn to shuffle a deck of cards without dropping half of them.”

Dustin joins the fray one afternoon, bursting into Scoops Ahoy with his signature exuberance and immediately roping you into a heated debate about whether Star Wars or Star Trek is superior. It’s chaotic, overwhelming, and oddly comforting.

One evening, as they all pile into Steve’s car for a late-night drive, the radio crackles to life with Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell. Dustin, seated in the passenger seat, cranks up the volume and belts out the lyrics with unrestrained enthusiasm.

You laugh from the backseat, leaning into Robin as Steve groans. “Dustin, your singing is gonna blow out my speakers,” he complains, though the corner of his mouth twitches with a smile.

The carefree moment feels like a culmination of everything you have been searching for: belonging, friendship, and the intoxicating thrill of being young and alive. But beneath the surface, a quiet unease simmers, a reminder of the pocket watch tucked away in your pocket and the questions you're still too afraid to answer.

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"Guys! I found something!" Dustin ran to the front of Scoops Ahoy's counter from outside the store. It was good that there were no customers standing in line. He slammed down some kind of copy of an old newspaper.

"Hey, toothless! Calm your shit down, will you? You're scaring off the babes!" Robin protested, noticing how the customers seemed to be startled by Dustin's entrance.

"This better be good, Henderson." Steve said from the other side of the counter, motioning you to follow him.

"Okay, so... I'm sure you guys know about the abandoned factory on the outskirts of Hawkins?" There were two yes' coming from Steve and Robin, and a no from you.

"Did you guys know why was it closed?"

All the of us shook our heads, bringing our heads closer to Dustin in curiousity.

"Neither do I."

A groaned escape from our lips.

"Seriously, toothless?!"

Steve and I boo-ed at Dustin's nonsense.

"WAIT, WAIT- that's what I thought, before I found this on Hawkins Library." He pointed to the copy of the newspaper that he placed on the counter, which tells the story of this abandoned factory.

The abandoned factory, located on the outskirts of Hawkins, was once known as Hawkins Clockworks, a local business that specialized in crafting high-end clocks and precision mechanisms. The factory was a thriving enterprise in the 1940s and 50s, its products shipped across the country. However, in the early 1970s, rumors of strange experiments conducted on-site began to surface, leading to the factory’s eventual closure in late 1970s under mysterious circumstances.

The article came out in 1979. “Clockworks of Hawkins: A Town Legacy or a Hidden Mystery?”, the headline says.

It seemed like a usual 'big factory that gone bankrupt' kind of news, but no. There was a reason why Dustin brought it there. There was an intriguing part of the news that caught Dustin’s eye.

The article references a unique, handcrafted pocket watch said to be created by the factory’s owner, a reclusive inventor named Harold Whitlock. The watch was rumored to be more than just a timepiece. Some believed it was a prototype for an experimental project Harold was working on, a device that could manipulate time itself.

“Listen to this,” he says, pointing at the article. “This factory isn’t just some random place. It’s tied to a guy who supposedly made a watch that could manipulate time. What are the odds y/n shows up with a weird old pocket watch, and this factory has the same kind of thing in its history?”

Robin leans over the counter, squinting at the paper. “So, what, you’re saying the watch has something to do with why she’s here?”

“It’s possible,” Dustin says, his voice rising with excitement. “Maybe whatever Harold Whitlock was working on back then still exists—or at least, the remnants of it. And maybe y/n’s watch is part of it.”

Steve, who had been leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, narrows his eyes. “Okay, but why would anyone shut down an entire factory over a watch? That doesn’t make sense.”

Dustin shrugs. “That’s what we’re going to find out. If there’s even a chance this place has answers, we have to check it out.”

The more they read about the article, strange and familiar things seemed to just popped up in the article. The factory’s downfall wasn’t just due to financial struggles or odd worker disappearances - it was also due to its dangerous experiments catching the attention of the government. These dangerous experiments seemed to caught the attention of Hawkins Lab.

When the government shut the factory down, they confiscated most of Harold’s equipment, but they overlooked the prototype pocket watch, which was smuggled out by Harold himself.

This forgotten piece of technology lay dormant for decades until you somehow stumbled across it in 2025 in Nancy Wheeler's house. What she didn’t know is that the watch wasn’t just a timepiece—it was still tethered to the energy of the Upside Down. When you activated it, whether through chance or design, the watch didn’t just send you back in time. It reopened the long-dormant rift Harold accidentally created, temporarily allowing you to cross through not just time, but also through dimensions.

"I don't understand... what and where is Hawkins Lab, and how is this lab related to my 'time machine'?"

You recalled the movie Back To The Future. Sure, that movie has a scientist in it, Dr. Emmet Brown. But you don't recall anything about a lab or an organization being involved with it. As far as you know, time travel even should be kept as a classified thing, not being exposed to some organization.

Dustin, Steve, and Robin stole glances with each other. "The Upside Down." They said in unison, leaving you confused.

note: heyy, finally a new chapter! took me awhile to get this done since i've been busy with other stuff hehe... so sorry to keep all of u waiting anyways :<

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𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷𝟶𝟹𝟹 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟸 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟹

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 = @lanalosty0uu - you should totally check out their steve x reader time travel fic here on Tumblr!

part 2!! god speed people!! I've decided this is an Eddie x reader, but in the future I really wanna write for Gareth, he's so silly I love him 🤭 anyways not as long as the other part but also I don't do long chapters in general soo ;P the moodboard isn't moodboarding today!! >:(

So, to recap; you’d left your dorm room at Hawkins Community College at 10:30 am on the 10th of the 3rd 2025, and had taken your usual route through the old high school building, now the arts department for the HCC, and somehow ended up in the bustling corridors of Hawkins High. And at 11:00 on the 10th of the 3rd 1986, stood outside of the local convenience store, you realised how exactly fucked you really were. 

Oh. 

You slumped down onto the nearest park bench, tapping your foot idly as you thought, what was a girl to do? You had no money (your card hadn’t worked at the grocery store, a rookie move in hindsight. Every time-traveler worth their salt knew that a bank card from a bank whose owners aren’t even born yet wouldn’t work; obviously.) And no way to get back. Oh your professor was so going to fail you. 

Your stomach panged, telling you it wanted more than the instant coffee you’d had that morning. Bringing your knees up to your chest you mumbled an oh my god before silent tears began to streak your face, mascara running down your cheeks.

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Eddie been having a woefully normal day, wake up when school starts, pull up half-way through registration, head to first period, head to second period, find a note in his locker from one of the jocks for an afterschool meeting, head to third period, meet in the drama room for a quick DnD session with Hellfire, say hi to the girl, wait. Who? 

Admittedly, he had been caught off guard by the intruder of Hellfire’s precious space, but that annoyance had turned to quick curiosity when you stumbled around the room, going outside into the yard before immediately coming back in again, wide eyed and confused. You were cute, he noticed, and your clothes were weird for a college-age girl, but he did have a private appreciation for the low jeans you wore.

“You okay there, princess?” your head snapped up, eyes meeting with his for an electrifying moment before mumbling a response and going silent. He watched as you looked around the room quietly, confusion and distress clear on your face. The bell rang, and the freshman cleared out instantly, rushing out in a wave of hormones, taking you with them. Eddie decided to skip next period, it was English anyway, and he’s read those books three times already, the Great Gatsby can wait.

Eddie watched quietly with his arms crossed as you stood in the middle of the corridor, marvelling at the drab decorations on the walls. It was kinda sweet that the place he’s been stuck in for 3 years was so interesting for you. Not that he cared what you thought, you’re a stranger, obviously…

He introduced himself awkwardly, curse this enchanting woman, and you answered him absent-mindedly, cute and ignoring him, just his type. He tasted your name on his mouth, echoing in his mind, it fit you perfectly, the otherworldly vibe you gave off pulling him like a moth to a flame. Not that you seemed to notice though, as you turned on your heel and sped-walked towards the front entrance.

He was tempted to follow you, but thought better of it, don’t be a creep, munson, heading off to greet his favourite English teacher, she loved him, really.

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You stayed on the bench for a good while before deciding to try and find some answers, or at least somewhere to stay. You first found a public bathroom, using some paper towels to clean your face and around your eyes, goodbye rare beauty blush, you will be missed. You wandered around Hawkins, observing the similarities and differences of an 80s Hawkins and a twenty-first century Hawkins. Surprisingly, not much had changed, only a few shops were different, and the mall was walled off for some reason, but mostly things were the same. It was comforting, knowing where you were going and seeing a familiar place even if the faces were different. 

You got a few weird looks for your outfit and your face of wonder at the little town, but you weren’t too bothered. 

Turns out, you wandered around for hours, your conviction to find answers melting away as you floated around Hawkins. You spent so much time wandering, in fact, that you noticed a trickle of high school students hanging out after school. You were pretty far away from Hawkins High, so you didn’t see many of them, which was why it was so easy to spot the group of kids in black and white shirts again. You saw now that there was also a devil graphic on the front, and the words HELLFIRE CLUB written in bold across the top. 

With them, was a guy around your age with the most gorgeous hair you’d ever seen. He wasn’t really your type though, sadly, he definitely gave off amazing boyfriend vibes™.

You carried on, not wanting to disturb or interrupt them, walking down one of the more suburban streets, picket fences and lush yards lining the road.

A van pulled up beside you, slowing to a snail's pace for the driver to lower the window. It was the boy from before, Eddie, if you remembered correctly, and now that you were more relaxed and calmed, you saw just how attractive the man was.

He had wonderful just-past-shoulder-length curly hair, and an innocent but mature face, a cheeky smile spread his pink lips, and looking further down you saw he was wearing one of the same Hellfire shirts as well as a leather jacket and a sleeveless denim jacket overtop. You guessed he would be wearing black jeans of some kind. The thing that caught your eye the most were the rings on his hands, the way the silver gleamed teasingly in the sunlight, the shining metal drawing your eyes like a bee to honey.

“-a ride?” you jerk your head up to meet his deep brown eyes, “sorry what?” He huffed a laugh, blowing air through his mouth, some of it pushing up the bangs that rested in his forehead adorably, “would you like a ride, princess?”

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 🤍

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𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷𝟽𝟺𝟿 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟸 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟹

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 = @lanalosty0uu - you should totally check out their steve x reader time travel fic here on Tumblr!

I'm currently undecided on who to pair the reader with atm lol 🌝 but that means that it's kinda up to you 🫵 :0 if you have a character you'd like for the pairing, drop a comment and if I like them or feel it fits with the story I'll use them!! but!!! I won't write poly so you've gotta pick one 😔 ik ik it's a hard choice babes I know you can do it!! can you tell I like exclamation points

“I’m heading out! I’ll be back after my comp-sci class!” you call to your friend Hannah from the door of your dorm at Hawkins Community College, waiting a moment for a sleepy response from the pile of blankets at the end of your roommate’s bed. You shut the door, not bothering to lock it because you knew Hannah had a class pretty soon anyway. You whistle down the small corridor of the singular dormitory for HCC, checking your bag for the essentials; laptop, phone, charger, wallet, keys. 

You’d never expected to end up in Hawkins. Your parents had envisioned you going to an ivy league since you were little, enrolling you in extracurriculars and tutoring as soon as you could read and write; but you didn’t really want that for yourself, you weren’t the best at school - not the worst, but you weren’t yale level, like your parents wanted. After your parents insisted you only apply for places like Harvard and MIT, it didn’t surprise you that by the end of senior year you had no college to drive off to like so many of your friends. You had scrambled to find a place at any college that would take you, scraping the barrel for empty spaces, until a college from the middle-of-nowhere-Indiana, Hawkins, accepted you and your average test scores for a computer science course.

Walking to the campus, you check your phone, giggling at the bickering of your friends on the group chat and the tiktoks Hannah sent you last night. Hawkins Community College has its own campus, but it uses the old high school building as well (a new building was made for Hawkins High in the 2000s, and the old one went out of use until the community college picked it up and refurbished it for the Arts building).

You didn’t have any arts classes, but there was a little known shortcut through the old high school building to the main college campus, and you had made the route your little ritual of the week. It calmed you to walk through the old halls and be saturated in that old school smell and oil paints, getting to see unfinished paintings hung on the walls to dry or works in progress sat against the wall. There was a corridor on the way to the shortcut that was lined with shelving units, all stuffed full with bowles and sculptures and mugs. Your favourite little ritual was to see which ceramics had been kilned, picked up, or painted each week you had your comp-sci 101 class. 

This week, the swirling set of green plates you’d been eyeing for yourself had disappeared, whisked away by their creator. In their place sat an array of little figurines, you guessed they were for a board game of some sort with their angry poses and weapons, axes and magic wands held delicately in their hands. You were entranced in the precision and detail of the mini figures, quiet admiration floating in your mind as you continued on to your class.

The shortcut was just through a door on the left, it led into a small, little used drama room that had a back entrance door to the yard of the lecture building of Hawkins College. Checking your bun in the glass of the old classroom door, you made sure your claw clip was still in place as you opened the door and–

A chorus of sound burst from the dimly lit room, a small group of high school boys sat around a table in matching black and white shirts, a boy your age with a mop of curly hair sat at the head of the table on a plush armchair. The table was filled with dice and figurines and pens and paper, you guessed it was DnD, you had a couple of friends back home who played, and you’d even sat in on a couple of sessions with them before deciding it wasn’t for you.

As soon as you were noticed, all sound stopped, their faces turning to you in surprise. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you said, inching past the table towards the back door, “I didn’t realise this room was being used, I’ll be out in a moment don’t worry,” you flash a sheepish grin to the hoard of teenage boys gaping at you. Insecurity bubbled in your stomach a bit, they’re like 12, you thought, snap out of it, you’re in college now! 

Nobody replied, which you thought was a bit rude, but oh well, you had a degree to earn, and you probably wouldn’t see them again anyway. You opened the back door to head to the IT building, but when you stepped outside, it felt like you were sucked into an 80s time capsule, neons and shoulder pads and straight leg jeans assaulted your eyes from every corner. Also, why were there so many teenagers? The high school was a 20 minute walk away from the college. You got a couple of odd looks from some seniors, all decked out with massive hair and even bigger earrings, you could tell some cheerleaders were judging your outfit, which, rude, you thought you looked pretty cute today. You were wearing some baggy low waist jeans with the mini Ugg boots you’d gotten for Christmas a few months earlier, as well as a baby tee with a cute cat graphic on the front. To top it all off, you’d worn your favorite jacket and some little hoop earrings.

Walking backwards, you went back into the minor safety of the inside, at least the drama room had less kids having an 80s phase. You paused once the door shut with a click, looking around confusedly at the room you hadn’t noticed when you walked through seconds prior. You were pretty sure that whiteboard wasn’t there before, the same with that rack of costumes and those desks piled in the corner. The thing that caught you off guard the most was the writing on the whiteboard. There, marked in neat red pen, was the date 10/03/1986.

The hell? 

You tried to ignore the boys sitting around the table who were obviously staring at you as you fished your phone out of your bag, checking the date, yeah, 10/03/2025. You looked up and down from your phone to the whiteboard a couple times before awkwardly walking back to the other door. You’d take the long way then. 

You opened the door before immediately closing it again. 

Hell. No. 

“You okay there, princess?” your head snapped up to meet the eyes of the guy at the head of the table. Looking at him more closely, he looked like a total 80s metal head, crazy hair and rings on each finger. You mouthed a response, not really knowing what to say, I’m stuck in an 80s revival high school, surrounded by teenagers with big hair and all of the dates on the walls say it's 1986 when last time I checked it was 2025 and I’m late to my comp-sci class and-, you get the point.

Since you figured you didn’t have anything else to lose you asked, “sorry, um- where am I?” A younger boy, you guessed a freshman, with baby fat and a mess of curls made a face at your response, “Hawkins High?” he answered with a lisp blinking at you confusedly as you panicked over the new information. How could you have gotten from your college to a building 20 minutes away?

Scratch that, what the hell was going on?

“Okay, thanks,” you say distractedly as you think of what to do next, you look back to the eldest boy, you really needed to catch his name, “Do–” you were cut off by the bell, a lethargic pickup of footsteps outside the door telling you that it was lesson time next, not the end of school.

A chorus of groans rang out in the room as the boys got up dejectedly to get to their next class. You were swept up in the wave of kids exiting the room before you could get another word in edgewise and you found yourself back in the middle of an 80s tornado as the boys dispersed to their respective classes.

The one who had sat at the head of the table leant against the wall as you stood in the middle of the corridor, marveling at the disappearance of your favorite pottery shelves, instead replaced by school lockers and wall decals with various Hawkins High memorabilia. Students swerved around you, giving you odd looks and confused faces, you were clearly in the wrong place.

When the corridor emptied and the halls quietened, the boy spoke up, “I take it you’re not from around here? I’m Eddie,” you spared him a glance before introducing yourself. Don’t get you wrong, he seemed sweet and all, but your mind was a little preoccupied to engage in small-talk.

You decided to at least leave the school, it would be really awkward if a teacher found a college student just wandering the halls, but then again, looks like we’re in the 80s now, and from what your parents had told you about growing up in the 80s, most people wouldn’t care that much about some rando in the school.

You thought it better not to test your luck. “I’m… gonna go,” you tell Eddie, not waiting for a response before beelining it back the way you came. Navigating the hallways, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at how different everything looked, how there was still art on the walls, but done by different people, there were club posters smattered around the school, basketball tryouts were next week apparently, and the walls were almost pristine compared to the paint and grime smudged college block it had become almost 40 years in the future.

You sped-walked through the front office, trying to make it seem like you weren’t not supposed to be there, and burst into the midday sun, tension melting out of your muscles immediately once you escaped the high school.

You stood there for a few minutes, wondering what to do. You didn’t want to even think the utterly stupid idea that kept prodding at your mind. Worried that if you allow yourself to question it that you’d go insane. Not that this situation wasn’t already insane.

You heard your stomach rumble. Well, food didn’t seem like such a bad start.

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 🤍

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢

𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝒘𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕

𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅

𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳

𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚… 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏

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𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟹𝟸𝟹𝟺 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

✎ The Morrígan is the irish-celtic shape-shifting goddess of war and fate, she hovers over the battlefield as a crow or raven.

✎ Danu is the matriarch of the Irish Pantheon, yet not much else is known about her or her “realms” - I didn’t do tons of research on these gods + goddesses so if I get something wrong please tell me!!

✎ Lugh is the Celtic god of sun and light.

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 - 𝑦𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑒!

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔:

✎ Fiadh - 40

✎ Reader - 17

✎ Saoirse - 16

✎ Niamh and Roisin - 10

Set during the end of the giant war and before trials of apollo - if i make a part 2 were just gonna pretend toa doesn’t exist. Jason and Piper don’t have a romantic relationship, we’re keeping it platonic besties. I probably fuck with the timeline a bit so pls don’t bite me. IMPORTANT!! I haven’t finished hoo but i wanna write for Jason and i'm physically incapable of writing modern aus so I'm guessing who is where in the final battle; CHB = Percy, Jason, Piper, Leo, all cabin counselors, Romans, Greeks, ATHENS = Annabeth, Nico, Hazel, Frank, Romans, Greeks.

Please correct me if i am wrong 🌝

Also! The reader is born and raised in Ireland, I don’t really describe her that much but she’s not completely undescribed soooo, no use of Y/N apart from once, I actually gagged when I wrote that I’m so sorry but girlie has to introduce herself yk?

Also we're not gonna mention how I haven’t finished hoo. I don’t wanna hear it okay 😩 I Also made a little bit of the final battle with Gaea up as well, but let's face it I'm only here for the romance 💋 - yes i am ignoring the weird catapult octavian uses bc im not writing that thing, I’m also ignoring him. anyways;

𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

When you first heard of the possibility of other godly children in America, you weren’t too keen on the idea of revealing yourself and your friends to them. There weren’t any demi-gods in britain, a mystery your mentor and leader of the small camp you call home, Fiadh, a daughter of Danu who took you in along with the twenty something other celtic demi-gods residing in the camp on the east-coast of Ireland. Fiadh, with her wild hair and mother-hen demeanor had become a mother figure over the years, more so than your own godly parent. 

She had tried to find any semblance of a community in Britain or northern Europe, and had even dispatched you to look in eastern Europe - your grandma was a Bulgarian immigrant in the 60’s, and you’d grown up visiting places like Moldova and of course Bulgaria in your early childhood before monsters had started to become an issue - to your behest, you thought that revealing yourselves to another pantheon was too great a risk, and a danger the bubble of protection your camp provided. The only signs of any other pantheons Fiadh had found were whispers of Egyptians and a norse murmur in Scandinavia.

You never knew why Fiadh even wanted to have contact with other demi-gods, was she not content with the community she had spent her life building? The community that had saved so many lives? 

That was before Long Island.

Being a daughter of Morrígan, you have the ability to shift into a raven, though it’s not done easily at will. Morrígan is a triple-goddess, a figure composed of three deities, all three are  Morrígan but are not each other, confusing right? Imagine having three mums all in one. Parent-teacher evening is a nightmare. Badb (part of the Morrígan trio you call mum) is known to have hovered over battlefields as a crow or raven, and even to cause fear and confusion among soldiers and to turn the tides to her favoured side.

It was a balmy august day at camp when you felt a violent tug in your gut. You had been playing tag with the younger girls - Niamh and Roisin, 10 year old twin daughters of Lugh. you had paused in your chasing of the two almost immediately. You had felt this a year before, in August as well. You had changed into a raven instantly and had to be kept in a bird cage to stop you from flying away - you had been sat inside with Fiadh when it happened thankfully, as you were drawn by an unexplainable force to fly away, you had slammed into windows and completely trashed the main cabin before Fiadh had finally put you in the cage. That was awkward. Especially when you felt yourself turning back two days later, and had to squawk like crazy to make Fiadh release you before you were crushed by the cage. 

Two days was a concerningly long time for you to be stuck like that, you had only ever shifted to a raven for a few hours at most, and the longer you stayed in that form, the more you felt your human self slip away, your earthly concerns and memories had floated above you like through a pane of glass, there, but just out of reach, replaced with a purely animal way of thinking and the desperation to fly west. The relief you had felt when the window opened and you felt your little boned body begin to swirl with magic, your human form coming back, was unprecedented.

So it was understandable that you were a little bit panicked when you felt that same sensation begin to bubble in your gut. You hadn’t even tried to shift since last year, fear consuming you whenever you attempted. You tried to run to the main cabin, Fiadh was probably making lunch with a few of the other kids, but it was too late, your body shrank and your hair morphed into feathers, your mouth became a beak. Your senses doubled and tripled, overwhelming you as you flew uncontrollably west. You tried to fight it, flapping in circles as the girls gaped up at you from below. Eventually you relented to your body, the mental struggle of fighting your instincts too much for you to resist.

Later, Fiadh told you of the aftermath, Niamh and Roisin had burst into the main cabin, panicking as they told Fiadh what had happened only minutes prior. The next few days were spent in disarray as efforts were sent out to find you all over Ireland, all coming back empty handed with only a few scratches and monster encounters to make up for it. Your best friend at camp, Saoirse, hadn’t slept at all, spending the most time out on the hills to find you, and had almost died searching the north forests.

You, on the other hand, had flown across the Atlantic ocean to America. Joy.

When you arrived where your instincts had pulled you kicking and screaming, it was a battlefield. literally. Hundreds of kids in purple and orange shirts fought monsters, though they weren’t like the ones you knew. The battle was surrounded by forest, you could see a summer camp a little ways away as well, and the coast was a mile or two from the main battle.

The massive revelation of the existence of other demi-gods, because they had to be, you could feel the godly power from where you perched in a high tree a good ways away, didn’t connect with you until much later, in the moment however, it just felt right, as if you always knew, as if you were meant to be there, to observe and be a part of this place in history. Oh Fiadh would be thrilled. 

You stayed mainly out of the cross-fire, watching without taking it in fully yet astutely aware of what was happening, the demi-gods were losing strength, more and more kids were being injured or killed by the army of monsters every passing hour. Your fluttering heart sank to your feet, well, claws, an agonised screech escaped your throat, grief and desperation for the strangers to win clawed at your heart, you prayed to your mother, begging for a blessing on these children.

That was when you saw it, a massive, bronze, dragon flying up with a goddess in its maw. A boy rode on its back, and shockingly, a blond boy flew up beside him carrying a girl in his arms. You were drawn to the trio in the sky, gliding over to hover above. The girl, whom up close you noticed to be beautiful, with choppy brown hair she pulled off amazingly and who had an almost magnetic aura, spoke to the goddess. You could feel the magic in the words from where you circled the group, she was powerful. Though you were close you couldn’t hear what they were saying very well, though you understood when the goddess, the leader of the monsters, you instinct told you, fell asleep in the dragon's clutches. 

The boy riding on the back of the dragon wore suspenders and a tool belt that looked stuffed full, he had an impish face and you guessed he would usually be a jokester, but his expression was anything but. You could see the tense stares between the trio as they argued for a few moments over something, before the blond boy and the girl flew back down. You stayed with the boy, a silent companion for a boy you didn’t know. Blood pumped in your veins as you circled the duo, something big was coming.

The dragon exploded.

Heat burned your small body as you went limp, falling rapidly through the sky. The boy fell beside you, unconscious and singed, his face twisted in agony as his clothes caught on fire and his arms covered in burns.

Pain flooded your senses as you fell in sync, a tug in your gut alerted you to the magic swirling in your bones. Shit. 

You don’t remember anything after shifting back, only pain and the distant sound of you screaming in panic as you fell. The boy disappeared from beside you, but you didn’t notice. Now that you had shifted back to human form, burns riddled your arms and legs and you felt yourself becoming light headed. You don’t remember touching the ground, because you didn’t. Strong arms wrapped around you as the last wisps of consciousness fall away.

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When Jason saw a girl falling out of the sky right after he saw his best friend explode, he was more than a little confused. Although he hadn’t even had the chance to process Leo’s death, he knew he couldn’t let someone die like that if he had the ability to stop it.

Since the Apollo cabin was already flooded with injured demi-gods, and he didn’t even know who this girl was, he brought her to the main house instead, where the cabin counsellors and the seven were gathering to discuss post-battle. Jason knew she wasn’t Greek or Roman, she wasn’t wearing a camp shirt, and except for a small dagger tied to the belt loop of the denim shorts she wore, there was no indication of her being a demi-god at all.

He held her in a princess carry as he walked across the clearing in the middle of the cabins, most of the monsters had left once Gaea was killed, and now everyone was sat in a post-battle haze, nobody really noticed the son of Jupiter carrying an unknown girl, and he was grateful for it to be honest, he had enough on his plate without people crowding him.

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It was silent around the pool table, nobody had touched the snacks, and even the usually loud and rambunctious Stoll twins sat glumly. Will Solace was with the rest of the Apollo cabin in the med cabin, and Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank were in Athens, but apart from that everyone else was there, including Chiron and Diyonisus. He stubbornly kept his gaze away from the empty Hephestus cabin seat.

Heads turned to him as soon as he walked in the room. Chiron spoke first, “Jason, my boy, it's good to see you well, who is she?”

“I don’t know, she fell from where Festus exploded, she needs medical attention,” Jason said, Piper got up from her seat, “I think there's some nectar in the mini-fridge, are you sure she’s not anyone we know?” 

“I don’t think so,” Jason responds as he sits you down gently on an armchair, you’re still blissfully unconscious, a good thing, for if you were awake you would be screaming in pain. Clairisse spoke up from her seat at the table, “well, this is great, Gaea is dead, prophecy fulfilled, and now we have a mystery girl on our doorstep, were not even sure if she’s a demi-god,” 

“She probably is, there's a dagger on her belt.” Jason said, “the least we can do is heal her, she’s got some nasty burns and she’ll wake up soon anyway, i think she just passed out from stress.”

Clarisse looked at him sideways, “and when did you become a doctor?”

“Calm down, children, Piper, if you could give her some nectar, I would appreciate it,” Chiron leveled his gaze at Jason and Clarisse, “now is not the time for infighting, we have yet to hear from Athens, and we find ourselves with another pantheon’s ward,”

Percy whistled low, “you mean she’s norse or something?”

“Of a sort, yes,” Chiron agreed, “though I’m not sure how she got here of all places.

Jason heard a gasp as he turned his head, you had woken up, you hissed in pain as Piper fussed over you gently, handing you a square of nectar, you looked at it oddly before eating it anyway, not fully awake or lucid to really question it. Blinking rapidly, you came to fully, and stared at the table of demi-gods confusedly before opening your mouth to speak, “Where-where am I?” Jason almost swooned as you spoke, your accent washing over him like a tidal wave. Now that you were awake, he looked at you more closely. You wore denim shorts and a plain t-shirt, as well as white trainers and lacy ankle socks. You had your hair tied up in a half up half down style - though it was messed up and pointing in a couple directions from falling through the sky, with a bow pinned to the back of your head. And you were cute.

Oh.

“Camp Half-Blood, a camp for Greek demi-gods,” Chiron said, calmly wheeling over to you in his chair, “my name is Chiron, who are you?”

You blanched, “Greek? And you’re American- not that it’s a bad thing just, am I in America, right now?” Chiron nodded affirmatively. “Fuck- sorry, just… oh yeah, um, I’m Y/N, daughter of Morrígan, do you know how I could get home?” that brought Jason out of his trance, he had zoned out listening to your voice, not really paying attention to the words, he could listen to you for hours. Chiron spoke again, “more importantly, how did you get here? I’m assuming you’re from Ireland?” he waited for you to agree before continuing, “were you sent here?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I got pulled here by magic and stuff, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“I’m rather good at understanding things,” Chiron winked at you conspiratorially. The humor made you relax more, tense shoulders loosening and your muscles unwinding. You smiled at him, Jason almost died, was he okay? He shouldn’t be like this so easily. “My mother, Morrígan, is known to have hovered over battlefields as a crow or raven, being her daughter, I can turn into a raven at will, but it’s not very easy and I haven’t done it since last summer since I got stuck as one for a few days, earlier today i shifted without meaning to and i was sorta dagged here by my instincts to watch.”

“You mean to tell us you flew across the Atlantic ocean in a few hours?” 

You shrugged noncommittally, “I guess,”

Piper spoke up from beside you, “do you remember anything from the battle?”

You leant back in you chair as you thought, your brows furrowing, and it was all Jason could do to try and resist the urge to smooth the expression, “not much, i kinda become a bird when i shift, and my mental capacity gets smaller, but i do remember a dragon, and i saw you fly up with the blondie over there.” Jason blushed, and Thalia, who was sitting quietly and observing, gave him a knowing side eye.

Piper's eyes widened, “if you fell when Festus exploded, did you see where Leo went?” she grabbed your hand, imploring you with her eyes. “You mean the boy on the back of the dragon?” Piper nodded furiously as Jason got out of his stupor and paid attention, this may be their only lead to find Leo. “I remember falling with him, but he disappeared after i shifted back, i don't know where he went after that,”

Chiron butted in before Piper could hound you for more information, “I think our guest has had enough questioning, the med cabin is too full to house her, but I think she can stay for a few nights until she can fly home, does anyone volunteer their cabin?” Jason wanted to volunteer, and he almost did before Thalia butted in and saved him from the embarrassment. “The hunters of Artemis would be happy to lend her a bed for a few days, she can join our team for activities and chores while she’s here as well.”

You nodded in thanks as you stifled a yawn, blinking sleep from your eyes to keep yourself awake, “is that bed available now? If it’s not too much to ask,” Gods, why was Jason like this? He didn’t even know this girl and he was already blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Thalia nodded, “of course!” and went to help you out of your chair and support you by pulling your arm around her shoulder, heading for the Artemis cabin. Jason found himself oddly jealous of his sister, he wanted to help you to your bed, he saved you so he should- Gods he needed to stop, he’s being so pathetic.

Chatter picked up in the room as soon as you left, and Piper stood next to Jason where he was leant against the wall, arms crossed. She smirked at him knowingly, “she’s cute isn’t she?” 

“What?- no, I mean, yes, she's pretty cut- pretty, um-” Piper burst out laughing at his expense while he turned into a blushing mess, how could she? After all he’s done for her? “You should talk to her when she’s fully awake, I’m sure she’d love to meet her dashing savior,” Piper grinned at him devilishly as he gave her a flat look.

Meanwhile, you were lying in a bunk bed Thalia had lay you down in, and panicking. Did you seriously call that boy blondie? Gods, what were you going to do? Why did he have to be so cute? And embarrassingly your type. Saoirse was gonna have a field day when she found out. Tall, strong, blond, ugh! What’s a girl to do?

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It's been a day or two since the battle, and Camp Half-Blood was slowly fixing itself, the kids in Athens had returned, and the med cabin was clearing out except from a few dire injuries. You had been helping to rebuild a couple of the damaged cabins, and you’d even made a few friends. The Romans and Greeks seemed pretty chill about another pantheon of demi-gods existing, which was a relief, and you’d learnt the story of the seven from multiple other people, which made you even more desperate to find the blonde boy who saved you. Since that day, he had seemingly disappeared. You never saw him at the campfires, and you never caught him during the day either; you still haven't thanked him for his catch, and to be honest you kinda wanted an excuse to talk to him as well. 

Which was why you were grinning ear to ear when you spotted him sitting by himself at the tree line, you had been on a midday walk when you saw him, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. You made your footsteps louder as you approached to make sure he didn’t spook when you sat down. popping down next to him, you hugged your legs to your chest and put your chin on your knee. “You know, you never mentioned your name,” you said cheekily, looking out into the forest with him. He jumped, perhaps he was less spatially aware than you thought. “Oh. its uh- Jason,” he stumbled over his words as he registered your presence bedside him, tortuously close. “Well then, uh- Jason, thank you for saving my life, I really appreciate it,” that made him relax, the tension melted off his broad shoulders like candle wax, “it's just Jason,” he chuckled, “and you don’t need to thank me, it was just the right thing to do.” you gasped playfully as you replied, “my, so noble my savior, I suppose with that I’ll leave you to your brooding,” you went to get up, but he grabbed your hand desperately, “no! Stay, please?” electricity sparked where your hands joined, magic swirling around the two of you knowingly, a magnetic force of attraction pulling you together like thunder and lightning “of course.”

𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜?

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 🤍

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“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

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nothing can describe the chokehold Danny Phantom and DC crossovers have over me

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨;

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔

𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

🎶 𝒐𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅’𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏’ 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 🎶

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𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤-𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚���� 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

𝑡𝑤: 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝑂𝑜𝑝𝑠

The boy from 10 lunged at him, wielding a knife dangerously. Thinking quickly, she ripped an arm of a rusting sconce off of the wall, using the hook to wrap around his neck and pull him back. The boy gagged, reaching back instinctively whilst Peppa looked on in shock. He clawed at his neck as they stumbled back towards the entrance hall staircase. He flailed madly, slashing deeply at her leg with his forgotten knife. She screamed out in pain as she tripped and fell, landing on her back on the cold marble floor, air stolen from her lungs. The boy's head wrenched back, neck bending unnaturally. Maria hadn’t released her hand from the sconce. A sickening crack echoed, ricocheting off of the high ceilings. His dead body tumbled down the staircase; one of his arms broke as he fell, the crunch of bones ringing loudly in her mind. The cannon blew.

Choking for air, she tried to get up, her vision swimming; the painted ceiling looked more like a muddy mess of paint on canvas than an art piece. Black dots obscured her view as Peppa’s mop of brown hair and shining eyes consumed her vision.

“Maria?” That was her name right? She had trouble recalling who she was. “Maria get up, get up!” Was that her breathing? or was it the sound of Peppa hyperventilating in her ear as he tried to lift her limp body from the floor. She hissed when a rush of white hot pain ran up her leg. Oh yeah, she’d been stabbed.

“Maria— please!” She tried to rise up before groaning in pain again as he jostled her, a sharp tail of pain traveling up her neck. 

“Maria, we need to move, please.” Peppa’s face came into view as he checked her head for bumps. She gasped in pain when his hand brushed the apex of her skull, white flooding her vision, a ringing in her ears. 

She could feel herself swaying in and out of consciousness as the adrenaline of her fight receded. Pain flooded her senses, a sluggish throbbing in her leg and a stabbing, piercing pain in the back of her head, feeling like it was invading her brain. She collapsed back onto the ground, her head bashing again against the marble floors, sending her vision white as she floated in inconceivable pain.

“Maria! Maria please! Get up, get up, get up! They’re coming!”

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y'all I just found out my username is one of the first results if you search "cute usernames" on Pinterest and I swear I'm not a fraud I made it up myself 🌝

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌? 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆.

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𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟹𝟻𝟿 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Snow never fell on her father’s favorite beach.

Tributes came and went like the seaweed on her father’s favorite beach, sticking to her bare feet in the sand as she walked for a time, but as soon as she stepped into the sea, they washed away. Few stay holding on; stubbornly winding between her toes like the sea-salt wind in her graying hair.

Finnick had stuck to her stubbornly like a child on the first day of school, winding tight around her as he fought. But when she came away from the waters, he was tugged away by the harsh rocks and sand at the coast, caught by only a thread that brought him back to her time and again, more damaged each time, losing himself in the gravel of her father’s favorite path.

Annie had washed away more violently than most, only her ability to swim back through the crashing waves bringing her back desperately to Mags’ care. And though she made it back, not even holding Annie gently in her hands, cocooning her in her frail grasp could keep her together completely.

It wasn’t surprising that when they first spoke, they crashed like the water and rocks on her father’s favorite beach, harsh interactions and lulls of terse companionship, waiting for the next wave to arrive.

It wasn’t surprising that when they spoke a second time, they sat like the piles of shells on her father’s favorite beach, delicate and both so easily broken by passers by, picked up in interest before cast back down to each other without a thought.

It wasn’t surprising that when they spoke a third time, they came and went together like the tide and the moon on her father’s favorite beach.

It wasn’t surprising that when the sea faltered, the moon would pick up the waves and sea-foam like the treasures on her father’s favorite beach. It wasn’t surprising that when the moon fell, the sea would follow him back down, reaching out and knocking on his door when he returned; kissing his hand and every crater left by space.

Snow would never fall on her father’s favorite beach.

“I volunteer.”

𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔

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“𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌?” 𝒊 𝒂𝒔𝒌. “𝒏𝒐.” 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒔,

“𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆”

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝟑; 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒂𝒚