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William should have known. He’s read every book on the occult, and watched more movies about the supernatural than he can count. Yet, no red flags had been raised when Vyncent started avoiding stroganoff more than usual, and flinched at sunlight, and freaked out over William’s band shirt with religious imagery on it.
They’re all strange, so why would this change be any different than the other billion things wrong with the Prime Defenders? But that’s just the thing, isn’t it–William spent far too long staring at Vyncent instead of actually looking.
OR: Vyncent gets turned into a vampire, and William has some incredibly strong, confusing, and bisexual feelings about it.
Bookmarked by aemilius (pteropusgender)
02 Feb 2026
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Those walls I built didn't even put up a fight by Aza (sazandorable)
Fandoms: The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
20 Oct 2014
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"Is it morally okay to stab a medic with their own scissors?" Nico asked Cecil. (Not that he usually cared about morally okay, as Octavian might demonstrate.)
Nico's three days in the infirmary go by faster than he'd thought, and Will just won't stop flirting.
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Bookmarked by aemilius (pteropusgender)
24 Jan 2026
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DECLARATION OF CONTENTS: letters confiscated from Chip of the Riptide pirates after his arrest. No attempts have been made to discern a timeline. Readers are advised to take caution—Chip is a skilled liar. Every word could be an attempt to deceive, even the ones that seem to be written in a turbulence of emotion.
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14 Jan 2026
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Gillion's eyes begin to flutter closed, his breaths shorter and shallower and slower until they– they just stop. Nothing moves beneath Chip's trembling hands, no one stirs awake at the ragged tear of Chip's voice, and it's all his fault.
And all around him, smoke-sodden laughter shakes the walls, the floor, ringing again and again and again–
And then Chip gasps awake, the cry of Gillion's name still on his lips, hands still shaking, shaking, someone shaking him.
"It's alright, I'm here to– to. To vanquish."
It's Gillion. Gillion's dead on the floor, hooked through the chest and stained bloody. Gillion's right here, in front of him, eyes wide and concerned. Water drips down his chin, landing on Chip's cheek.
OR: Chip startles awake from a nightmare. Gillion helps.
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- Part 7 of riptiding
Bookmarked by aemilius (pteropusgender)
12 Jan 2026
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William Wisp has never been very responsible with his money. Whether it be spent on new ghost hunting gear when he was back in his home of Deadwood or on a stupid amount of snacks for his team, he’s never held onto his money for long.
Yet, William had been trying to save up the money he gets from his part-time job at Rusty’s for the past six months. The keyword of that is trying, because right now all he has is a twenty-dollar bill and a single penny to his name.
Now why does all that matter? Well, it’s a week out to his best friend, Vyncent’s, first Christmas, and he still needs to get some kind of gift for said very homesick best friend, hopefully a gift that could remind that friend of his home he could most likely never return to, Fauna. Plus, Dakota ran off yesterday saying something about visiting his aunt? William guessed that he might not be back before the group exchanged gifts based on the size of the bag Dakota was lugging on his back.
So, giving Vyncent his first taste of Christmas magic is put firmly on his shoulders.
William is so screwed.
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or Christmas ghostknife time :D
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30 Dec 2025