3 Works by counttothree
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Folded into Gon’s side, he starts to understand—during all this time, throughout all these adventures, their friendship has not been dependent on his past or his family or even his behavior. If it had been, Gon would have left a long, long time ago. He wouldn’t have been there in the fight this morning, and he wouldn’t be here, now.
No, this friendship isn’t conditional or rational. It just is.
So, maybe, Killua doesn’t have to be so afraid to talk.
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or, Gon asks a lot of questions, and Killua finally learns to open up.
ft. a starry sky and a lot of trauma
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Does truth have a moral? by counttothree
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
24 Feb 2024
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"Okay..." Percy replies. "A biography, then." He is reeling. His brain is frantically trying to make connections, to understand where this is going. He knows he's missing something. The gods and goddesses are all staring at him expectantly, waiting for a reaction. He is blank. "Of who?" he finally says.
Athena blinks, like this detail should be obvious. Percy instantly understands, a split second before she says the words herself.
"Of you."
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(Or, The Mist is gone. The gods are scrambling for a solution to keep humanity from dissolving into chaos. The answer? Percy.)
(Or or, the whole world reads PJO).
i.e. my excuse for the whole world to know every detail of Percy's life and to finALLY GIVE HIM THE RESPECT HE DESERVES. ft. an angsty percy who just wants some privacy
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Five Times Flash Didn’t Get It by counttothree
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
29 May 2020
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...and one time he did.
AKA five times when something about Peter’s identity slips but Flash was literally oblivious to everything.
And then he wasn’t.Chapter 3 Summary:
Flash had just enough time to think oh no before he was shoved against the lockers and a canvas bag was jerked over his head. His breath caught, and he immediately started to struggle out of the man’s grasp. “Get this off, I swear—“A blow to the stomach sent him to his knees, effectively cutting off his rambling as well. “Voice down, kid. Or I’ll knock you out next time.”
“Don’t touch him,” a voice snarled. Was that... was that Peter?