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On Heists and Home Economics by chellethewriter
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
31 Dec 2019
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Over the last few days, Annabeth has spent a great deal of time imagining what was stolen, what could cause Percy and the Stolls so much antagonism and strife. She imagined valuables and prized possessions and even—thanks to Malcolm—something as ridiculous as an engagement ring.
But never, not once, had she considered the possibility of a baby doll.
Because who in Hades would?
“That wasn’t just some children’s toy!”
And Annabeth can feel it. She can feel Percy's rage bursting forth with his words—a pressure that whips through the pavilion like the briny wind of a sea storm. It's something primal, she thinks. Something desperate. So when Percy rises to his feet, climbing and cresting like a tidal wave, Annabeth doesn't blame the Stolls for shrinking toward the floor. If she didn't know Percy so well, she would do the same.
“That doll,” Percy grits out, “is worth fifty percent of my Home Economics grade!”
Now available as a podfic by LeadingLady3
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Laws of the Sea by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
19 Oct 2024
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"Thank you," Percy said, accepting the tea gratefully. He wasn't a big tea person overall, but his stepmother had a very good knack for it. Godly power, or whatever. "And thank you for not hating me anymore. I know you aren't thrilled about my existence-"
"No need to thank me for not being Hera," Amphitrite dismissed. Percy took a sip of tea. "That is what you meant, isn't it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. For once, Percy learned from his mistakes and stayed quiet, though he did give her a bashful smile to confirm the sentiment. "Hm. Well, either way, I owe you thanks. Not many children would agree to spy on their father for me."
Percy put the cup down. "I'm not spying on him," he reasoned. Amphitrite scoffed. "I just happen to be in many of the places he is when he's in the mortal world." A long pause followed, and Percy rolled his eyes. "Yes, he was seeing a mortal woman. Her name is Lea."
"You owe me twenty of your mortal dollars, child."
Percy bitterly slapped the paper bill on the table between them.
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Amphitrite has an odd quest for Percy. Strangely enough, it might be the only quest Percy has actually enjoyed.
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15 Dec 2024
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September 1974 and Remus goes a bit loopy, what with the moon, and the teenage wolf, and his friends who are not Animagi yet, and the creepy dead thing that is following him around.
Sirius had a horrible summer, too.
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in which there's both a convicted mass murderer and a surprisingly cat-friendly dog on the loose at Hogwarts, the school's resident feline population and most recent Defence Professor are both behaving rather strangely, and Minerva McGonagall may or may not have accidentally joined a cult.
((or: local professor listens to the secret whispers of cats; somehow this changes everything))Series
- Part 2 of harry potter & the ridiculous fix-its
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Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out —
“Harry Potter.”
Everyone turned to look at the boy in question, but he was gone. In his place stood a taller — if still short — man with messy black hair and a squalling baby.
“Please,” the man begged, “please just tell me what you want from me! I’m so tired! I will do anything! Just stop crying!”
“Master Harry,” said an elf fumbling at his side, “Kreacher has fetched the milk as requested, but thinks Master Harry should look around for a moment as we have been dislocated.”
“What?” asked the man, baby still wailing.
“Kreacher is terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Sir.”
“What?”
All at once the Great Hall Exploded. It was not some strange man at all: it was Harry Potter! Older and possessing a child, yes, but Harry Potter all the same. How could this be?