#you will PRY Robin and Jonathan’s friendship from my cold dead hands

[pacinglikeghosts]

fox Kat’s au moodboard — Percy Jackson au

happy birthday Percy Jackson! Here is a little au blurb that’s been eating at my brain (insp: @meanlesbianrobin )

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When Robin finally came to, her entire body ached and she felt like her head had been crushed between two massive boulders. To be frank, she felt like death, but if someone pulled her from the clutches at the very last moment.

Truthfully, and most bluntly, she felt like shit.

She took a moment to look around at her surroundings: soft light streaming in from gauzy curtains, rows of beds all around her, and kids her age (and younger, it seemed, some of the inhabitants looked like they couldn’t be more than eight years old) with bandaged arms or legs, or with medical kits in their hands. By all that she could gather through her migraine, Robin was in some kind of makeshift hospital.

Great.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” greeted a guy around her own age with sandy hair grazing over his eyebrows and his chin, adjusting the bandages on Robin’s arm. It was then she finally got a good look at herself, and more importantly the myriad of bruises and scratches that covered her normally freckled skin. Well, not that the bruises weren’t out of the ordinary, she was incredibly clumsy, but these were massive, ugly bruises the color of mold. The guy gently placed a cup into Robin’s hand, the liquid gold and shimmering like apple cider.

“Where am I?” Robin croaked, her ribs aching as she spoke. Gently, she took a sip of the liquid, preparing herself for the warm, spicy taste of apple cider, but it didn’t. In fact, it tasted like Skittles, bubble gum, and somehow, her grandmother’s lasagna, though none of the flavors soured when put together.

The guy moved from Robin to the kid next to her, handing him a piece of what looked like fresh fudge. “The infirmary. We didn’t think you’d make it, honestly, you’ve been out for around three days after a hydra attack. Don’t drink too much of that, that should be good, anymore might hurt you,” he explained, watching Robin’s expression shift from pained to pure confusion. She gingerly put the glass down on the table next to her, the pain in her body fading almost instantaneously. “Will, can you—go get Mr. Clarke,” he instructed, his attention shifting to look at a boy around fifteen with a harsh dark bowl cut.

Robin’s brow furrowed, her mind drifting off slightly. Surely that Mr. Clarke wasn’t the same as her Mr. Clarke; her middle school science and Latin teacher with a love for all things dorky, including a replica of both the Death Star and Greek pottery.

Sure enough, though, it was in fact the very same Mr. Clark that walked in a few minutes later, who had exchanged his stiff button downs for a looser summer-y button down shirt, dotted with what Robin could only assume to be centaurs. Or she actually did have a concussion, and her vision was messing with her.

“Robin!” he grinned, his smile incredibly bright considering the atmosphere. “I see Jonathan has taken good care of you in your recovery. I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

Robin blinked. “Mr. Clarke? Where am I? I had the weirdest dream about a monster with, like, nine heads at my job and the whole display case of candy getting destroyed and then you were there and now I’m..here? But I don’t know where ‘here’ is and Keri’s going to be pissed at me for leaving the place a mess and ditching without even a call.”

“Well, lucky for you, that was most certainly not a dream,” Mr. Clarke began. “Or, unlucky, I suppose. That definitely happened, but thankfully you made it out of here alive, and even more so thankfully that I happened to be looking to see a movie. I got you back here safe and sound, and Jonathan here got you patched up. And as for where ‘here’ is…Robin Buckley, welcome to Camp Half Blood.”

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

The Company You Keep

by Ink_Vault

Rating: Not Rated Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Beards (Relationships), robin and steve pretend to date, wlw and mlm solidarity, Canon Lesbian Character, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, more relationships will be added, Insecure Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington-centric, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Dustin Henderson is the Best, Brotherly Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Oblivious Steve Harrington, this boy is dumb, Himbo Steve Harrington, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Autistic Robin Buckley, Like implied - Freeform, Wingman Robin Buckley, Work In Progress, Slow Burn, author is gay, Internalized Homophobia, Lesbian Disaster Robin Buckley, BAMF Nancy Wheeler, Slow Build, volume 2 doesn’t exist, fuck vol2, Eddie Munson Lives, eddie is alive, I make the rules, Steve Harrington & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Have a Sibling Relationship, eddie and max are best buds, Protective Older Brothers, Disabled Max Mayfield, that should be a tag, BAMF Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Mentions of drugs, cause Eddie, Southern Eddie Munson, you can pry southern eddie from my cold dead hands, hes a mississippi boy, Light Angst, Mostly fluff though, Steve's Abandonment Issues, Drug Dealing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Healthy Relationships, that's new for them, Steve Harrington Learns to Say No, Consent Words: 43,860 Chapters: 22/22

Summary

Another Steve/Robin fake relationship fic! Even after their "Platonic with a capital P" conversation, I don't think Nancy or the rest of the party will just accept that Steve and Robin can be so close without dating. Love the '80s and heteronormativity! But Steve and Robin use this to their advantage, because they're shady little shits. Steve and Robin's friendship is vaguely inspired by "it's a risk, it's a gamble" which is a Jonathan/Nancy/Steve fic! I'm not usually a Steve/Nancy or a Steve/Nancy/Jonathan shipper, but the portrayal of Steve and Robin's friendship, and Steve's view of the kids, is legitimately perfect.