EliTheAvidReader
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Nico deserved so much better by EliTheAvidReader
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
01 Jul 2025
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After Percy falls down into Tartarus Nico is lost. He isn’t being treated well on the Argo ll so he runs away to make it to the gates himself.
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Life is short by EliTheAvidReader
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
25 May 2025
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After the war the campers are lost in depression and anger but maybe it’ll get better. It’ll take time and a lot of work but maybe they can stop blaming themselves.
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Across the Sands by Lulu_Rhythm for LadyOctavia
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Hood: Lost Days
26 Jul 2024
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Jason Todd wakes up every morning in a desert compound. Trapped. Empty. Alone. He doesn't remember much, but it doesn't matter, because one thing is for certain.
He has an infant to protect.
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- Part 1 of Across The Sands
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- English
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- 65/65
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- 8
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20 Jun 2025
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The general mistrust of magic as well as dangerous people in his past kept Jonathan Sims isolated, hidden away where he hoped he might finally be safe. Until he met someone who might be worth shattering that peace for.
Edit: updated the tags for ch 18 and 19, as they contain discussions of past sexual abuse.
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- Part 1 of No Freedom from Knowing
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Jason knew what he was doing was foolish, he knew disobeying the League’s order was punishable by death, but he didn’t care. The day he woke up screaming and burning, clawing at his skin when he was resurrected in the Lazarus pit. He could still smell the iron blood, he could hear the ticking of the bomb and the sound of Joker’s laughing, and he still felt the crowbar going down against his body, that was when he stopped caring. He knew he was selfish, childish, stubborn, and arrogant. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from cradling the young boy in his arms, in his rundown apartment, with wallpaper peeling off the walls, huddled in the dark and comfortable corner meant for a broken bird. Muscular back shielding the small boy cradled in his strong arms away from prying eyes. Maybe it was because he was jealous, or maybe he was just selfish. He was ordered to deliver the young Al Ghul to the big Bat, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to keep the small bird for himself. He was selfish for longing for the child to call him Baba, but he couldn’t help it. It was only natural it seemed.