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    Moody reclined in his chair, his prosthetic scratched over the floor. “What year is it, Riddle.”
    It wasn’t phrased like a question, maybe that was why Tom finally answered.
    “September.” Tom clipped out coldly. “1942. You know this.”’
    Harry inhaled so sharply he choked on his spit. He hurriedly turned away, hacking and wheezing as he nearly asphyxiated on his own saliva.
    “Yeah,” Moody grimaced with a slight disgruntled noise hidden in his tone, “that’s a problem.”

     

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    Tom Riddle, 15 years old, in the middle of the London Blitz suddenly finds himself in a future with no allies, resources, information, and everyone he knows treats him with enough restraint to not murder him on the spot. It takes a lot to truly ruin a human being, to rot them so thoroughly even fruit flies avoid the stench. Tom doesn't want this bullshit, Tom only wants to-
    'Please God, let me live.

     

    Now with a Podfic!

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    27 Dec 2025

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    best fic ever

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    The Gorgons die screaming.

    Stheno's wails are heard for miles as she burns from the inside out. The eldest begs for mercy, reminding her killer of his father's kindness. Will Solace thinks of mice and locusts and plagues. Of Apollo Smintheus and the mercy he showed in the Trojan War. He giggles at her pleas and summons more sunlight. The only thing left of her is a pile of golden ashes.

    Euryale thinks fighting a daughter of Demeter is beneath her. She learns her lesson at the hands of Katie Gardner, who remains sitting at their table out in the stone garden. She whispers to the bushels of roses and firethorns around her and strokes their petals with a gentle touch. Katie smiles into her teacup as Euryale suffocates, sent back to Tartarus, swaddled in a blanket of thorns.

    Percy Jackson guts Medusa, stomach to breast, with black claws, and watches her blood pool at his feet. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel it pulsing. Riptide severs her head in one clean strike, and she dissolves into gold dust. For the second time, she is slain by one named Perseus. There's no Chrysaor or Pegasus to spring from her neck this time, but a child of Poseidon is present to haunt her all the same.

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    15 May 2024

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    Peak fic

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    It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son.

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    06 May 2024

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    AHH!! This was really cute. Was smiling the entire time, 100% worth a re-read.

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    06 May 2024

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    God!Percy from 200 (?) years in the future gets yeeted back by a science project (maybe) and becomes a demigod again with some god-powers.

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    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.

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    You can choose whether this fic has a good or bad ending! DO NOT REPOST. Have fun! :)

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    06 May 2024

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    a classic