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    Athena’s eyes flash and glow, and she raises her hands. Annabeth closes her eyes, and everything in the air sizzles to a stop. There is a faint sea breeze, and then a familiar presence at her side.

    “It would be unwise of you to hurt her.”

    She opens her eyes to her boyfriend’s dad standing behind her, his eyes intent on her mother, who looks like she’s about to blow her top. Annabeth doesn’t breathe, doesn’t look away from Athena, but she takes several quick steps back to stand at Poseidon’s side. It’s not conscious; it’s a move based purely on self-preservation. Still, Annabeth is aware that every step she takes into the sea increases her mother’s ire and decreases the likelihood that Annabeth will ever be forgiven.

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    aka: Poseidon wants Percy to ascend. He'd like it even better if Percy chose to ascend. And if the best reason to become a god is for love, it doesn't take Poseidon long to realize that he doesn't have to look any further than Annabeth Chase. Meanwhile, while Annabeth is balancing PTSD, protecting Percy, and being a good daughter of a goddess who doesn't seem to care, she now has to figure out why she is on Poseidon's radar.

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    In Buffy’s hand is the lovely dagger. The scar on Faith’s abdomen aches like it’s craving something.

    Faith and Buffy's confrontation at UC Sunnydale doesn't get interrupted, so they get a chance to air out old grudges. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

    Written for Id Pro Quo 2025.

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    “Hey, are you free after work?” he asks, and Mel hears the absolute silence that drops down over them, all the movement on either side of them going still.

    “Yes, I am,” Mel answers eagerly. Cassie abruptly begins shuffling through her locker louder than before, and Mel feels one of her eyebrows twitch, tries not to let it show on her face. “Do you think you could fix the air conditioning today?” Frank nods, rewards her with a megawatt grin. She can feel them staring at each other an amount of time that could be considered inappropriate; she can’t think of a good reason to look away.

    “Wow, King,” Santos says, breaking the silence, and Mel watches Frank glance at Santos behind her, over her shoulder. “Asking Langdon to fix your pipes for you? Didn’t think you had it in you.”

    “Santos,” Frank warns, and Mel watches a muscle jump in his jaw.

    “He’s not fixing my pipes.” Mel tilts her head, turning to face Santos. “He’s fixing my air conditioning. It’s been broken all week.” Santos’s lips part, her eyebrows coming together, and then a slow, terrible smile spreads across her face.

    (Mel's air conditioner breaks. Frank doesn’t know a lot about them but finds a way to help)

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    The crazy thing is that Harrow doesn’t even like her, the occasional blip at the sacred pool notwithstanding. Gideon dies for her – a stupid ordeal all around, the least said about it the better – and resigns herself to the Underworld, and that’s supposed to be that, right? Harrow isn’t supposed to come after her. Not till she dies herself, and Gideon is hoping that’s a long way off for a lot of reasons. She deserves at least a few decades without Harrow, after what that woman put her through.

    But come she does, with her stupid furrowed brows and haughty chin and clomping step. With sculptor’s fingers and artist’s eyes and that same old obnoxious confidence in her own brilliance. Harrow bulldozes her way to to the Underworld and stands before the throne of the God of the Dead, running on the fumes of her own manic determination, and demands Gideon back.

    And the Lord of the Underworld, John Gaius himself, says, “Wow. Let me think about that.”

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    Or: the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, but make it Griddlehark

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    Eddie was—

    Eddie was.

    Eddie’s brown eyes flashed behind his eyelids whenever he closed his own. His voice echoed in his head as he laid down to sleep. He imagined his sharp canines sinking into his throat every time he wrapped a hand around himself, biting into his knuckles until they bled to keep quiet.

    He wanted. He craved. And that was his problem.

    He knew Eddie better than anyone, and worse, Eddie trusted him.

    Eddie trusted good ole reliable Buck, the best friend, the babysitter, the guy to call in a crisis. He didn’t know about the cavernous hole that housed a snaggled beast, hidden behind his organs, in a place Buck didn’t have a name. He didn’t know how fucked up and needy Buck was.

    So, Buck did what he did. He plastered on a smile, was punctual to every movie night, joked with Eddie in between every call, and tamed the lonely monster that nipped at his heels, inching closer and closer every day to ripping open his carotid artery

    Or, the one where Buck wants, wants, and wants.

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