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Memories

Waking up, Jason was sweaty, shaking, remembering the worst moments of his old life like nightmares, the fight with Krios, the titan, taller than him, holding a golden sword, Jason cutted the Titan’s cheek, the ichor in his gladius, his own blood falling from his face, the romans, all of them fighting, thanks to Reyna’s powers, Krios, too sure of himself, standing without armor, the force of Reyna keeping him wake.

Weeping the tears, Jason sat on his bed and wrote the dream, sobbing under his breath, feeling guilty for forgot their names and faces, the people that raised him, the kids that played with him, all of them were erased by the power of Juno, his patron.

After writing down all of his memories, the sun started to rise, the light of Artemis’ cabin turn off, people went to the pavilion, the nymphs serving breakfast, Jason walked to the Hephaestus cabin, Nissa giving a nod, helping Jake Manson to walk, the boy still injured, using a cane to walk.

“Good morning, Superman” say Leo, stretching his arms, the hair of Leo dropping water, wearing a new orange shirt, his tool belt around his waist.

“Morning”

Leo and Piper always knew when was a bad night, and they always tried to comfort him, but the best idea was from Leo, a dream’s diary.

“You know man, you look bad, like, really bad, the Hypnos cabin would help”

“I have a date with Piper”

“S’ cool, but, can you wait to ask her to be your girlfriend in two days?”

The smile of Leo was devil-ish, his head started to smoke, the water of his hair evaporating.

“Your hair is burning”

Leo shaked his head, the vapour going away.

“Would you do that?”

“Why?”

“All of this people love to bet, so I bet you will ask her out in two days”

“Piper know about this?”

Leo smiled, nodding, getting closer to Jason.

“She gave me the date, we will share the profits”

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Smoke

Jason walked to the Bunker 9, carrying a plate of food, a zippo lighter in one of his pockets, a little bit worried about Leo’s habits, like avoiding sleeping for two or three days and being knock out for twenty hours, or eating just one time at day.

He and Piper made the decision to take turns and check on Leo, sometimes the brothers of Leo did the job, Chiron or Annabeth, but with the months passing, only Piper and Jason keep going, and Harley, but the little boy had more interest in the bunker, and copied the worst habits of Leo, like drinking a lot of caffeine and working, mostly, in underwear.

He lighted the zippo, under the neon paint arrows that Piper painted, to help other campers to know where to put the fire to open the entrance of the bunker.

When the door opened a lot of smoke came out, going to the sky, Leo going outside, his t-shirt with holes and little fires, his pants burned upper his legs, in the middle of his tights, the curly hair a little long, almost covering his eyes, the work belt, thankfully fireproof, has hanging from his hips.

“You’re on fire”

“I got a little distracted” moving his hands, trying to put out his clothes “but Festus is talking”

Jason sat down in the grass, Leo coping him, the two of them with their backs on the stone wall.

“This ship will be amazing”

“The Argo II, we are the new argonauts”

“Why you call the ship like that?”

Leo smiled, while he picked up a burger of the plate.

“You are Jason, you were like a leader in the Roman camp, and you are having a boat, and Perseus doesn’t have a boat in the legends, and, technically, he is form Argos”

“Did you look myths to came up with a name of the boat?”

“I consider calling Leo’s Doom Boat, or Festus’ Boat, Annabeth said it was wise to call it Argo”

Smoke

Jason walked to the Bunker 9, carrying a plate of food, a zippo lighter in one of his pockets, a little bit worried about Leo’s habits, like avoiding sleeping for two or three days and being knock out for twenty hours, or eating just one time at day.

He and Piper made the decision to take turns and check on Leo, sometimes the brothers of Leo did the job, Chiron or Annabeth, but with the months passing, only Piper and Jason keep going, and Harley, but the little boy had more interest in the bunker, and copied the worst habits of Leo, like drinking a lot of caffeine and working, mostly, in underwear.

He lighted the zippo, under the neon paint arrows that Piper painted, to help other campers to know where to put the fire to open the entrance of the bunker.

When the door opened a lot of smoke came out, going to the sky, Leo going outside, his t-shirt with holes and little fires, his pants burned upper his legs, in the middle of his tights, the curly hair a little long, almost covering his eyes, the work belt, thankfully fireproof, has hanging from his hips.

“You're on fire”

“I got a little distracted” moving his hands, trying to put out his clothes “but Festus is talking”

Jason sat down in the grass, Leo coping him, the two of them with their backs on the stone wall.

“This ship will be amazing”

“The Argo II, we are the new argonauts”

“Why you call the ship like that?”

Leo smiled, while he picked up a burger of the plate.

“You are Jason, you were like a leader in the Roman camp, and you are having a boat, and Perseus doesn’t have a boat in the legends, and, technically, he is form Argos”

“Did you look myths to came up with a name of the boat?”

“I consider calling Leo’s Doom Boat, or Festus’ Boat, Annabeth said it was wise to call it Argo”

riches and death

it’s also incredibly racist that reyna is a brown girl whose plot line revolves entirely around her being strong, self sufficient, and alone despite desperately and repeatedly expressing that she is desperate for love and support! he keeps making her cry out for help and love and then cruelly slamming the door in her face and saying she doesn’t need anyone! yes she does she’s a teenager who had to kill her own father and got abandoned by her big sister and has been working a two person job by herself!

I dunno if this is a hot take or what but it would have been infinitely more fun if demigods were obviously eldritch in nature. just...very off-putting. weird eyes, weird blood, they just feel wrong to mortals, even if they cant see through the mist.

Demigods are half divinity. Half burning immortality and golden blood wrapped in fragile human skin. You can see it, sometimes, if you look close enough. Their skin seems barely able to contain all of them and their eyes burn with it. Perseus Jackson's got eyes too green and Leo Valdez's skin ripples with flame. Piper McLean's tongue drips gold and Hazel Levesque always looks like she could turn to dust any second. Jason Grace tastes like lightning and feels like a thunder cloud, while Frank Zhang's bones seem to shift under his skin constantly.

Demigods, godlings, are the foot soldiers of the gods. They are born for death and bloodshed in a never-ending war, whether they like it or not. Mortals can see that. They can see they way they ripple and move, like a mirage on a hot road. Demigods are meant to straddle the line, so they can never be truly normal to either side. Never belong to either. Not truly a god, but never just a mortal.

Sometimes, a mortal lover can brush their hand up against their demigod beloved and find nothing but air, their hand ghosting through skin like they were made of smoke and ash. Demigods don't seem real, don't feel it either and people notice. They keep quiet though, and watch them. Moving like shadows through water, never quiet corporeal.

Larger than life, ready to erupt and maybe that's why demigods die young. Not because of monsters, but because they are not built to last. They are made from gold ichor, and belief that has existed for thousands of years. But they are also made from flesh and blood. And that makes them unstable. Fragile.

Ready to spark and burn and die like a flare at a moment's notice.

rick writing jason and nico

AU

Sumary: Reyna took Jason to a gay bar, and he meets Leo

Jason was standing in the entrance of a bar, Reyna, his best friend, was sitting in the sidewalk, checking her phone.

“Stop with that.” she said, punching the leg of Jason.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re thinking loudly.” Reyna stand up, patting the arm of Jason “Your parents won’t come, they think we are in Hylla’s place”

Jason knew that, Reyna and Thalia’s plan was almost perfect, but going to that kind of bar, a gay bar, was a declaration, like making official to the world that he was gay, his parents knew, his closest friends knew, he even had a boyfriend, but he never had the guts to speak up about his sexuality, he never was capable to hold the hands of his ex, or kiss him in the light, or saying he loved him, when he did it, deeply.

Sighing, he hold Reyna’s hand, in a tight grip, biting his bottom lip, looking the street, ignoring the glances of others boys around him.

“Today is Latin Night, with Latin music.”

“Latin Americans have a lot of music, they could put salsa, boleros, cumbia…”

“You know what kind of music the will put” the terrified look of Jason made Reyna jiggle “Reggaeton, champeta, guaracha, maybe trap.”

“That means dancing really close, a lot of twerk, sexy moves,” Thalia appeared, hugging Jason, bumping fists with Reyna “And is your punishment, Jay, because you put us down a lot of times”

Pulling his brother, Thalia shared a look with the guard, whom didn’t ask for ID’s, going to the counter, were a girl was mixing beverages, passing to Thalia and Reyna two glasses, like she knew their favorite liquor, giving Jason a look full of mockery.

“What will be the order for the himbo, sparkling water, soda, zero alcohol beer?”

“Phoebe,” said Thalia, her voice sharp “This is my baby brother, I raised him, therefore, he is not a himbo.”

“The baby want milk? I have zero lactose.”

“The baby want a moonlight” interrupt Reyna, rolling her eyes in front of the bartender attitude.

Jason space out while the girls talked, seeing the teenagers dancing in the center of the place, too tight, a pair of girls kissing near the bathrooms, boys nearly making out in the middle of the place, all of them acting freely, shaking their hips, kissing without worries.

He sat near the counter, drinking while Phoebe keep refilling his glass, getting a little bit dizzy, while the night keep going, Reyna and Thalia where somewhere in the place, maybe making out with each other or with someone else.

“Phoebe, my girl, mi chica, who’s the night.”

A boy sat at his side, winking at Phoebe direction, catching all the attention of Jason, taking his breathe, making him blinking fast.

“Shut up, Leo” Phoebe hissed, tuting her tongue af Jason faces “Uh oh, baby Jason is drooling over a boy”

The hot boy, Leo, look at Jason, giving him a smirk that makes Jason miss a few heartbeats, his eyes going through the boys curls, the sharp face, the brown skin, the dark eyes, all making the boy really eye catching.

“I’m Leo”

“You are hot”

The laugh of the boy was glorious, sweet, bubbling, funny.

“I know, but i don’t know your name”

“Jason, Jason Grace, I’m eighteen”

The laugh of Phoebe popped the bubble.

“Leo’s seventeen, sorry baby, you can’t get laid”

Jason tilted his head, blinking, without getting the joke.

“We can enjoy ourselves” answered Leo “we don’t need to get too sexy”

“You are sexy” the words came out dizzy.

“And you’re drunk, do you think you can dance and use your tongue for something else?”

Jason nodded, letting Leo take him to the dance floor, gasping when the boy hugged him, moving his hips, putting his lips near the ear of Jason.

“You don’t have to be a charming knight, you can touch”

Remembering how some friends of Hylla taught him how to dance that kind of music, Jason started to dance, moving with Leo, enjoying the bubbling laugh of the shortest boy, holding his waist, moving along the back of the boy, getting, slowly, closer, the lips of Leo kissing along his neck, under the adam’s apple, his warm hands playing with the hair of Jason.

“I want to see you again” Jason muttered.

“Sorry, Chico Sexy, but I’m not from the zone”

“Me neither”

Leo pulled him near a wall, trapping himself between Jason and the wall, smiling devillish, standing on his tiptoes, kissing the corner of Jason lips, playfully.

“Where are you from?”

“Near San Francisco” Jason muttered, moving his head, trying to caught Leo’s lips “But I’m moving to New York next week”

Leo freeze, letting Jason start a kiss, moving his lips fast, holding the face of Leo, using his tongue to lick Leo’s bottom lip, bitting a little bit.

“I’m going to NYU”

Leo laugh, pushing Jason, pressing his hands on the blonds chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yep” the word popping out of his mind, his lips leaving a trace along Leo’s sharp jaw, feeling the warm, and a little bit sweaty, skin. 

“The universe gotta be fucking kidding me” Leo sighed “If you kiss me well we could have future meetings”

Jason bent over Leo, kissing the boy, an arm holding his waist, one hand on his jaw, lifting his head, open his mouth to receive Leo’s mouth, moaning quietly, while Leo moved his leg sending stars to Jason head, the others boy mouth tasting like smoke, his hands leaving a hot feeling.

***

It was friday, Jason was walking in the campus, seeing the skyscrapers, thinking about the cloudless California sky, missing Reyna, the girl taking a few months before going into college, staying in San Juan, learning about her family, Thalia was still in California, Jason was alone in the Big Apple.

Too focus on his things, didn’t notice the boy walking in his direction, bumping with each other, both falling on the ground.

“Imbécil” muttered the boy, shaking his curly hair.

“You’re Leo” said Jason, remembering the boy he kissed back in that bar “the hot guy of the bar in LA”

“Chico Sexy” The tone was surprised, notting like the suggestive voice he used in the bar “I think the universe said you kissed me good enough”

Spicy hot take because I was in the pjo tags and saw some people clowning on a post discussing the issues with HOO

physically stopping in my tracks in the middle of my midday walk because i took two hits, saw a flower and realized that gods cant love the way humans can because love is about survival

Disaster gay 🏳️‍🌈 ✨

🏳️‍🌈 are you a distinguished gay, a functional gay, or disaster gay? 🏳️‍🌈

Champion

Leo always enjoyed seeing Jason spar, the way he moves, like the wind, sometimes fast and destructive, like an hurricane, or slow, quiet and silent, like a heavy summer day, and the experience get better when the blond used his powers, the bolts coming out of his gladius, the raw energy, the way he moves with the wind, using the air to affect his enemies, jumping higher that any human being, staying up in the sky, like a superhero, like Superman.

Jason always looked confident when he was fighting, like he knows what he was, a fighter.

“Cariño” said Leo, sitting up, stretching his limbs “You killed that dummies, you can rest a little bit, I’m sure they won’t wake up and take revenge, di Angelo isn’t close to revive them”

“They weren’t alive, Nico can’t…”

Leo kissed the Son of Jupiter, fast and humid, making a really high smack sound, giggling after the face of Jason, the blush and the sweet smile, The Stupid Boy in Love kind of smile like Piper like to call.

“You can rest, you are not Superman, no the real one, you have weaknesses”

“But the Saturnalias are coming, and Reyna want me to fight against Percy or Nico, or both, and, as the only Roman, I have to shine”

Seeing the face of Jason, Leo could guess that the boy wasn’t sleeping the right hours, the bags under his eyes, the shineless hair, the rigid muscles, all Jason screamed tired, and the hearth of Leo icht, because his boyfriend was worrying too much, at the point of being sick, because of his duty.

“Jay Jay, you are blond, your hair is always shining”

The deep, sweet laugh, make Leo happy, holding the sword, he put it back in the case hanging from Jason hips, rubbing his hands along the waist and back of the boy, bringing him closer, in a hug.

“I’m the champion of Juno, I have to be the best”

“You are the golden boy of New Rome, the favorite pup of Lupa, you were essential to both wars, you are their champion, I think the people will be happy if all of you gave a great show, and Hazel can be there too”

Intertwining his fingers in Leo’s curls, Jason sighed deep, stretching the hug, kissing the head of the Son of Hephaestus, smiling happy.

“And I lost enough of my daily Sexy Time, is a lost that my boyfriend trained super hard and I can’t enjoy the looks”

Valgrace Week

July 1st: champion July 2nd: au July 3rd: smoke July 4th: memories July 5th: power July 6th: free day July 7th: hero

remembering how reyna was shocked at the amount of pain she felt when she was giving nico her strength for a brief moment because it was even greater than the pain she felt from her entire legion fighting against polybotes and drained her even more than sustaining scipio across the atlantic. he’s just 14. he should be graduating middle school/starting highschool, not keeping the pain and anguish of more than a legion of romans in battle inside of him AND having misery herself say he’s perfect.

rick what the fuck.

My mom: Going to therapy is great, and doesn't mean that you have a mental illness.

Me: I have a mental issue, I want to go to therapy.

My mom: No you don't.