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While I’m on the topic of Valgrace adopting a child, this is Sofía:

Some lore:

When Jason and Leo are in their late twenties/early thirties a demigod legacy leaves a baby at the entrance of the Waystation. The decision to adopt her is easy—they’d been thinking about adoption anyway. Besides, Jason has been the abandoned child before and Leo obviously isn’t fond of the foster system and knows exactly what it’s like to feel unwanted by a foster family. They’ve both felt so lost and alone and unloved in the past and they immediately vow that they’ll do everything in their power to make sure this little girl won’t ever feel like that.

They name her Sofía Esperanza Valdez. Sofía because it’s one of the names they both liked and Leo decides she just looks like a Sofía, and Esperanza obviously in honor of Leo’s mom. Jason is the one to gently suggest using it as a middle name, stating that if names have power, there’s nothing quite as powerful as hope, and Leo immediately starts crying. (He knew he wanted to honor his mom in some way. He just didn’t bring it up because he was terrified that the baby sharing a name with his mom after what happened to her might be bad luck. But Jason is right that hope was the thing that saw them through when nothing else would, making it a name that’s fundamentally very positive. Besides, Leo’s mom was so much more than her death. She was smart and brave and stubborn and loved with all her heart. She managed to find happiness, even in the difficult times. All of these are good things.)

Me and @queenjunothegreat have been waffling back and forth about this girl for weeks, there is so much lore I’ll probably need a lot of posts for all of it (or asks, if anyone wants to know anything specific please feel free to send asks)

For now, have some additional Sofía fun facts (under the cut so people who aren’t interested can scroll past more easily):

-She’s a legacy of Luna, the faded Titaness of the moon. Piper thinks it’s hilarious that wolf boy somehow ended up with a moon child and jokes about it a lot.

-When she wouldn’t sleep as a baby Jason would rock her while levitating up and down the hallway. They’re not sure why, exactly, but this almost always worked.

-Sofía’s first word is papa, which is not, in fact, the Spanish word for dad that Jason was going for but instead means either pope or potato (depending on how it’s gendered). The word for dad is papá, which is similar-ish but emphasizes the ending instead of the beginning. Adult Jason’s Spanish is decent but he got it mixed up which part needed to be emphasized and taught her wrong. Leo absolutely explodes into laughter when he hears it and it’s one of his favorite stories to tell for years. Every time someone asks about her first word he lights up like a Christmas tree. Jason is mortified but the whole thing brings Leo so much joy that maybe the embarrassment was worth it.

-Leo is always building her stuff to play with. Sofía is the kind of kid that brings some new toy to kindergarten/school at least once a week because Leo cannot tell her no for shit.

-Leo is usually the one who stays up at night with Sofía when she’s a toddler. Due to the whole moon child thing, she’s a terrible sleeper (good luck waking her in the morning) but Leo doesn’t really mind. He’s just tinkering away at some project that he’d probably be working on at that time anyway as his very awake kid toddles about and they’re both perfectly content with it. They fall asleep on the couch together watching TV the next morning, and Jason just smiles and gets a blanket to put over Leo’s knees.

-Her and Leo definitely bake together and it usually comes out well but the kitchen is always a huge mess after. One time she insisted her dad help her make a birthday cake for her papá’s birthday but Jason cannot cook or bake to save his life and it was a complete disaster.

-Sofía has no concept of fall damage. Absolutely none. Will climb up anywhere no matter how high and jump off with zero hesitation because there’s never been a time when her dad hasn’t caught her (either personally via flying up or with the winds). Leo is way more anxious about this than Jason, which seems strange until you consider that Jason is married to Leo and has had to catch him plenty of times in the past, but while Leo worries about Jason sometimes, he’s never really had to worry specifically about Jason falling from high places before. But obviously, unlike Jason, Sofía can’t fly.

-When she’s annoyed, she scowls in a way that’s almost comically similar to Jason.

[seavoice]

tit for tat

hellloo this is supposed to be part of a longer valgrace/leo saves jason thing, but i am bored and impatient and was messing around on my google doc. also i hear its the tenth anniversary of tlh? happy valgrace day, folks. so here. a short random drabble in that au ;)

His dreams have always been full of fire, fire in skies and mechanic shops, fire under feet and in hearts. But for the past few months they have only been about ships.

Exploding ships. Destroyed ships. Sometimes the ships go up in flames, but recently, they’ve started being struck through by lightning. Greek triremes have been swapped for luxury yachts, explosions in skies swapped for explosions at sea.

Either way, there are no survivors. Usually.

But tonight, there’s one.

In the smoldering wreckage of the Julia Drusilla XII, a lonely figure rises to his feet, gold trimmed glasses askew. Leo watches with detached curiosity. It worked. He should feel overjoyed, ecstatic, but all he feels is numb. It finally worked . Weeks and weeks of pleading and hoping with each and every god who had been willing to listen, and he’s finally face to face with Jason Grace.

Mere inches span between them, but Leo can’t bring himself to move. His feet are rooted to the spot and all he can do is stare at his dead best friend, his dead boyfriend, his dead—

The warning flashes through his mind and he retracts his outstretched hand. His dead—

“Jason,” Leo says simply. Stops.

��I’m sorry,” Jason says at once, like he is offering condolences. Like he is the one who missed Leo’s funeral on a hunch, a mad, insane, downright reckless idea. Like he is the one who had to stand over Leo’s cold body as it lay motionless in a black coffin. “I’m sorry. I know I hurt you. And Piper. And everybody else. But I had to do it. I had to make the sacrifice. I wish I could say goodbye to you.” Jason’s blue eyes crinkle behind his lenses. A cowlick stands up next to his ear. “But out of everyone, Leo, I...I thought you’d understand best.”

What a load of tripe . “Well, I didn’t.”

Jason’s smile is fading with his body. “That’s not true. Don’t lie to yourself, Valdez.”

“Well, screw you man,” Leo says, voice hoarse. “For whatever you’re implying. For even thinking that. For even—screw you.“

“Believe it or not, for a long time I wanted to say the same thing to you,” Jason says simply. Stops.

Jason is fading before his eyes. Leo feels his voice harden against his will, but he can’t help it. “What do you mean by that?”

“You never said goodbye,” Jason says. “You never even said you were going. You just left. You made a plan on your own. You interpreted the prophecy for yourself. You saved the day and left without a goodbye. You did it first.”

“I play the big hero one time, and you have to show me up? Is that it?” Leo tries to inject something, anything into his words. Bravado. Humor. It just feels hollow. “Afraid I was stealing your thunder ?”

But Jason barks out a laugh like it’s the funniest thing he’s said. Maybe he’s even being genuine. Gods above only know why Jason’s the sole person who finds all of Leo’s dumb jokes funny.

“I missed you,” Jason tells him. “I really did.”

Leo can’t trust himself to speak, so he just nods and offers Jason his hand. He’s half expecting Jason’s hand to pass through his, but instead his boyfriend holds on to his palm, warmer and coarser than the hands of any dead body. Leo barely manages to suppress a shiver.

“Do you know why I’m here?” Leo asks him.

Jason raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, a no. “No. I trust you have a reason though?”

It fills Leo with a sudden warmth, but also inexplicably, a sense of doom.

I hope you know what you are signing yourself up for, Valdez. What you’re signing both of yourselves up for.

Leo had had no idea, but he’d said yes anyway. “It’s kinda lame you didn’t have a back up,” Leo says, just to fill the trusting silence. “About your great sacrificial act. At least I had a magic daisy potion to bring me back to life. Think ahead, you know?”

“Fresh out of magic daisies, I’m afraid.”

“It’s okay. Doesn’t matter,” Leo says. ”I’m your magic daisy potion now.”

To storm or fire—

That stupid prophecy again?

It’s the only way, Leo Valdez. If you are dead set in your goal, those days and lines may yet be before you. They may yet decide your future.

Leo smiles at his dead best friend, his dead boyfriend, his deadman’s switch in this rigged game he’s decided to play.

He squeezes Jason’s hand. “Ready?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.