#valgrace drabble

[huntingrays]

Leo notices one of the little things his boyfriend does for him

Jason was a huge sweetheart. It was a fact that Leo got to know and understand well throughout their relationship. Jason would do such kind, thoughtful things without hesitation like buying him flowers, massaging his shoulders after a long day, and attempting to bake for him after he’s had a bad day. Leo was forever thankful to have such a nice boyfriend.

However, he’d gotten so used to his compassionate acts that he forgot that Jason often did small acts that went unseen. That made him a wonderful boyfriend; he never did nice things to be praised but because he liked making Leo happy, even if he never found out it was him doing them.

Recently, Leo found out about one of those small acts that he did.

Leo hated the cold. It was a fact about him that many dear to him knew. Despite being a human furnace, he got cold very easily. Cuddling with Jason quickly became one of his favorite winter activities. It was a necessity when the temperatures began to drop.

In their apartment, their heating wasn’t the best. It took ages for it to reach their bedroom. Also, Leo was very anxious (and slightly paranoid) when it came to fire safety. He was worried about something going wrong with their heating and their apartment going up in flames. So, he didn’t allow the heating to be turned on when they were asleep or out of the house.

This rule mostly worked well. However, due to their schedules, it made Leo’s morning awful. 

Leo and Jason had very similar schedules. The two of them worked on the same days and got off at the same time. Ever since they started dating, Leo would wait after work for Jason and the two would walk home together. However, they went to work at different times. Leo got up for work thirty minutes after Jason left. Since Leo loved sleep and wasn’t a morning person, he refused to get up until he needed to. Jason respected that and made sure he was quiet as he got ready.

Winter mornings were awful for Leo. He’d awake to his alarm blaring as the chill of the season coated his skin. He would wallow in the misery and attempt to hide from the cold under his blankets but to no avail. Eventually, he’d crawl out of his cocoon of blankets and face the coldness of the day. He adored weekends because winter weekends weren’t cold. On the weekends, he’d wake up cuddled up to the body of his muscular, warm boyfriend. Even though Jason’s body ran cold most of the time, he was still a warm-blooded creature who gave off body heat. 

However, this year, he noticed that he wouldn’t wake up cold. While it was still cold and he would feel the chill once he left the comfort of his bed, the cold wouldn’t attack him like it had before.

He didn’t understand why until he woke up sick.

When Leo woke up, he noticed two things. The first thing he noticed was that his head was killing him. The second thing that he noticed was that his body hated him and woke him up before Jason even had to get up. He concluded, after quickly checking his forehead, that he must be sick. He would check later when he had to get up for work to see if he had to call in sick or not, but for now he simply whined and cuddled closer to his boyfriend.

While most people would try to stay away from their partners while ill, Leo knew that it was useless to try. While most people had partners who didn’t want to fall sick, Leo had a clingy boyfriend who couldn’t bear to refrain from showering him with affection every second he could. He was like a kid who wanted to do something even more when he was told that he couldn’t do it. No matter how many times Leo would push his face away and tell him that he couldn’t kiss him because he was sick and would cause him to get sick too, Jason wouldn’t listen. He was truly a himbo with no sense of self-preservation.

Leo tried to fall back asleep, but his body hated him. Instead, he stayed awake until Jason’s alarm went off. He was still astounded that Jason could wake up to such a soft noise. It made sense since Jason was a light sleeper.

When he heard the noise of the alarm, he cuddled closer to Jason and tucked his face into the crook of his neck, hoping his warmth and cuddliness could convince him to stay home and not go in for work. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful. Jason woke up as he normally did. He took a few moments to stay with Leo and run his hands through his hair, but that didn’t last. Eventually, he pried himself away from his clingy partner and went about his morning routine.

Leo stayed in bed, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to force his body back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful, so he listened to Jason’s routine, hoping the soft sounds would lull him back into unconsciousness.

He listened as Jason grabbed a change of clothes and then grabbed something at the foot of the bed before leaving the room. He figured it must’ve been the blanket they kept there. They kept it there in case the temperatures dropped very low and they needed the extra warmth. Despite it being for cold emergencies, Leo realized he’d been waking up with it over him these days. So what was Jason doing with it now?

He listened to the faint sounds of the shower running… and the dryer? What was Jason drying? Were the pants for the day wet and he had to dry them? That must’ve been it. He listened to the sounds of Jason’s day and did his best to guess what he was up to. It was harder than he thought due to Jason slinking around quietly, doing his best not to disturb Leo’s slumber, the dryer rumbling faintly the whole time.

By the time sleep finally began to claw at Leo, Jason was ready for work. The sounds in the background had faded, including that of the dryer. Now, he heard the sound of the bedroom door open and footsteps pad over to him, which confused him. He was about to open his eyes and look at him when he felt lips press against his forehead. “I love you,” Jason whispered before warmth suddenly covered Leo. With that, Jason left the bedroom and then their place.

Leo opened his eyes, confused by the sudden warmth. He looked at where the warmth was coming from and saw the blanket Jason had grabbed. Gears turned in his head before everything clicked into place. Jason had put the blanket in the dryer so it was warm. That way, even after Jason stopped cuddling Leo, he’d be warm. The warmth would last until he needed to get up.

He trailed a hand over the blanket, his cheeks heating up as his heart fluttered. He loved Jason more than he could ever express. What man would do something so small yet so sweet and considerate? He hadn’t even mentioned he did it! Judging by how long Leo has woken up feeling warm with the blanket on him, he’s been at it for a while. He wasn’t sure what to say.

He ended up falling back asleep before being rudely woken up by his alarm. Somehow, despite only half an hour passing, he felt even worse than he had before. He found out he had a fever and called in sick for work. He texted Jason about it. Jason, being the worried and concerned boyfriend that he was, asked if he needed him to come home. Leo denied it and assured him he was fine. After that, he fell back asleep.

When Jason was home and forced Leo to stop making soup for himself and to ‘get his cute ass to bed’, he decided to bring up the whole blanket thing.

“Hey, Superman?” Leo prompted as he watched Jason set away the empty bowl of soup to be washed later.

Jason, ever the worrywart, jumped into action. “Yes, what is it, love? Do you want water? Tea? Toast? More blankets? More pillows? What about medication? Any others that you need?”

Leo shook his head with a small smile. “No, no, you’re good, don’t worry about me. I wanted to ask you about something.

Jason tilted his head. “What is it?”

“Well, these cold mornings… have you been heating up the spare blanket in the dryer?”

Jason blinked as if this was the last thing he expected to be asked about. However, he did reply. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

Now Leo was just as baffled by his blunt answer without any explanation for his actions. “Why do you do it?”

Jason frowned at him. “Because you get cold in the mornings. I didn’t want you to be cold and miserable when you woke up, so I did it one day to see if that helped. That day you didn’t complain about the cold so I kept at it.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Leo asked. “I only found out today because I woke up feeling like shit.”

“I’m sorry, do you not like it?” Jason asked, sounding confused yet apologetic.

Leo shook his head. “No, I’m just confused.”

“Well… I just wanted to do a nice thing for you to make your life easier. I didn’t want to be praised for something I’d happily do for you without prompting.”

Leo let out a long sigh, taking in his boyfriend. “Seriously, what did I do to be blessed with such a loving saint of a boyfriend?” He mused.

Jason flushed, averting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck. “Saint? I’m just doing what any other boyfriend would do.”

“Any other boyfriend? You’re cutting yourself short. Any other boyfriend would let me deal with the cold. If I were a teacher, I would say you go above and beyond on your report card. Seriously, you’re so… so wow.” Leo was too sick to be poetic.

Jason let out a soft laugh, looking back at him. “So wow?”

“So wow!” Leo insisted as he nodded his head. “Just… you’re the best.”

“The best over such a small thing?” Jason asked, his smile turning a little teasing. “But that’s not even the only small, unnoticed thing that I do for you.”

“What? You do other things for me? Tell me now!”

“Hmm… I think I’d rather keep you in the dark.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible! You taunt boyfriend? You taunt boyfriend when he’s ill? Oh! Oh! Jail! Jail for boyfriend! Jail for boyfriend for one thousand years!”

Jason began to laugh at Leo’s dramatic recreation of Miette, which caused Leo to laugh too. As Leo’s laughter began to die down, he leaned down and pressed kisses to his forehead, cheeks, nose, and then a brief one against his lips. “Leo.”

“Yeah?”

“You know why I don’t tell you I do these things?”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be able to feel loved throughout your day. I want you to feel the love without ever knowing it was me or that I did it. I don’t want to be thanked, I simply want to love you in silence. Even if you don’t know it’s done out of love, the love is still there. Even when you can’t see it, the love is there. When I’m not here, the remnants of my love persist.”

[reddamselette]

valgrace except it’s leo sculpting jason for a project in an art class. that’s it. thats the vision i have

[televised-goose]

Drabbles from a valgrace fic that will hopefully be done before the heat death of the universe.

This fic is in development, so constructive criticism is totally accepted.

Prompt by the great @demigod-shenanigans

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Jason thinks he liked to draw as a kid. He has vague memories of a secret sketch book and drawing random pieces of architecture, but just like everything else, it's blurry. He does like it, though. It's like writing, but it doesn't have to make sense. All of his emotions can leave him and be transferred into the paper. Its his own fucked up therapy. No humans needed.

He only started again when he saw Leo draw. He seemed so focused and enthused when making his schematics. It was like he fused with the paper. So he watched Leo draw a lot. Because it was nice to see him calm and the drawings were amazing. That's it. 

He ended up trying it out, and his brain seemed to remember his style even without that memory of the practice. It was like his hands were moving without him thinking of what each movement really meant. His first drawing was Leo, of course. It was only because he was right there and his best friend. 

After figuring out he could apparently draw pretty well he tried everything under the sun, even stealing one of Annabeth’s sketch books and hiding it under his bunk just like he thinks he did as a kid. The book was filled with whatever he could think of, the bow of the ship, his crewmates, fantastical landscapes and architecture, monsters, his nightmares, and even just skribbles making up how he felt. 

But most of the book was filled with Leo. He was so interesting to look at. His rugged charm and his messy appearance made him so unique to draw. He had such intense emotions, making him the caricature of every single one. Some people might think that means he has a crush, but he doesn't. His friend is simply something he enjoys looking at that's not that weird. It's not like he remembers everything he does.

(He hasn't memorized Leo's determined quirk of his brow as he sketches a curve like a compass, not the little sigh he would release when a blueprint was done, not the cross-hatching perfectly aligned and segmented showing his prowess, not his smirk whe-)

He thinks before he focused more on things instead of people, but everything about Leo needs to be documented to him. It's all so perfect that he can't forget it. 

He doesn't draw in front of anyone because it feels too personal to share. These are his true raw emotions and those stay right next to him and his heart. If people saw him draw they might see him weak and he needs to be a leader for them. This is an escape from the pressure and the pain and the fear. He knows it's dumb, and he knows no one will make fun of him, but it still scares him.

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Was it shit? Tell me! I'm still thinking about plot, I'm think it could be a 5+1 of Jace opening up to people and finding out that drawing isn't that fucking stupid. It's really cool, I may be biased to be fair.

[rosesradio]

i accidentally deleted the ask that requested this, and i forgot who asked it, but whoever wanted some valgrace cuddles (who doesn’t lol), this is for you !! 💌 It was 2:37 AM when thunder boomed across the sky. Leo awoke blearily, curls in all directions and eyelids heavy. He yawned, rolling over in an attempt to fall asleep once more.

It should have been easy.

It wasn't.

A new idea rolled around Leo's mind, stirring him from any hope of rest. He couldn't—as much as he wanted to—he couldn't bother Jason.

And yet.

Huffing, emerging from his warm sheets and cushiony comforter, Leo padded over to the door to his room. He could feel the motion of the ship under his feet, minute in the way any large vessel moved. He closed the door behind him, as silent and careful as a horror movie protagonist. With Coach Hedge keeping an eye on them, Leo couldn't be sure when he was safe to embark on this little late-night visit. Still, the promise of seeing Jason was too tempting to ignore.

Leo made his way over to Jason's door, finding it, to his surprise, already opened. He slipped inside, shutting the door behind him, finally letting out a breath.

"Leo?" Jason's voice asked, confused with that half-sleepiness that made Leo unable to help but smile.

"Yeah, Superman, 'm here," Leo replied faintly. He shuffled over as Jason wordlessly pulled the blanket up, inviting Leo into bed.

Leo slipped under the covers—into Jason's arms—as easy as breathing.

They weren't quite…together. Yet. Maybe ever. They were in this perpetual stage of…something, which had started two weeks prior when Jason went to Leo's room after a particularly nasty nightmare. After that, some things shifted in their relationship. They were close in this way, cuddling close and speaking softly with each other, only under the cover of darkness.

It wasn’t one of those crappy movies about a secret gay relationship in which Jason would shove him against the lockers when others were around. Leo just assumed that he wanted to keep what little privacy he had on the ship.

Unless…

“Jason?” Leo asked softly, unsure if he was waking the son of Jupiter. At his low, questioning hum, Leo added: “How would you feel if Coach caught us tomorrow?”

“Mm,” Jason managed pulling Leo even more firmly against him. His voice was warm near Leo’s ear. “I’d tell ‘m to kick rocks, probably. Give us five more minutes…”

Leo snickered, letting out a content sigh as he held on to Jason’s arm. “I’d like that,” he murmured. “But…you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught with me…?”

Jason made another hum, this one a bit more disapproving. “You kidding? You should be embarrassed to be caught with me, we both know you’re the brains to my trophy husband…”

Leo was sure it was just senseless sleepy ramblings, though his heart skipped a beat at Jason’s words. Trophy husband…that implied that they were, in fact, together. If they were official or not.

In a moment of bravery, Leo brought Jason’s hand up to his lips, pressing a slow and gentle kiss to the back of it.

If I could kiss your lips, he wanted to say, this would be how I would do it.

“Glad you know what our roles are,” Leo said instead.

Jason hummed once more in recognition and, to Leo’s gut-twisting surprise, placed a gentle kiss to the crook of Leo’s neck.

Letting out a content sigh, Leo settled against him. Their legs tangled under the thick comforter. Jason’s torso rested fully against Leo’s, his frame like a large, soft blanket from the dryer. His arm was wrapped around Leo, comforting and protective all at once.

Leo only knew the tip of the iceberg when it came to New Rome, though he knew a lot of the flashy details were all for show. The reality of what he had, of what his life was like, was a lot more bleak.

Leo supposed he protected Jason as well. With his words—his kindness and jokes and quick mechanical thinking. That must have been why Jason held him so protectively. Because he was his.

Leo was never used to being anyone’s before, what with everyone turning him away in disgust and fear after his mother died.

Holding on to Jason’s arm like a prized possession, Leo finally found himself able to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Spreading Warmth

Leo stared up at Jason with wide eyes filled with stars. The hand on his cheek was warm, his fingers spanning over the dark, tanned skin that made Leo's complexion, etching its way to cover as much space as possible. Leo couldn't help but lean into it as he shot Jason a bright smile, all of his teeth on display as the two stared at each other.

No words were uttered between the two of them, none had to. They understood one another like no one else and Leo woke up every day grateful for it and he always would.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[demigod-shenanigans]

So! If anyone would like to be distracted/cheered up a little please feel free to send me some short valgrace/lost trio prompt and I’ll try to write a drabble or do some headcanons or something. Sfw stuff only please but otherwise I’m good with pretty much anything request-wise

[bugwolfsstuff]

Hi.

Just wanted to have this list of my fics, fandoms and stuff for organization.

Previous pin: PSA for all mythology based fandoms

Current Fandoms:

Pjo/RRverse (Rick Riordan)

Epic the musical (Jorge Rivera-Herrans)

Macbeth (William Shakespeare)

Hades (Supergiant) [no spoilers pls, havent finished the game]

Finished multi-chapter fics

Vineowls Christmas (Pjo, Annabeth Chase & Castor & Pollux, Christmas, fluff)

Finished oneshots

Cupid is an asshole (Hoo, Valgrace, one sided love, Cupid, angst)

The Sins of our Fathers (Norse myth, Hel & Baldur, drabble, angsty)

The child of some parent (Mcga, Loki & Alex Fierro, drabble, angst)

But I am a witness to love's death There's no blood, there's no body, there's nothing left (Pjo, Annabeth Chase & Castor, grief, angst)

You don't have to be anybody you can never be. That's alright, let it out, talk to me (Pjo, Drew Tanaka & Connor Stoll, coming out, hurt & comfort)

The answer is it's complicated (Pjo, Thalia & Dionysus, 225 words, angst)

Camp Half-bloods two dads (even if neither want to admit it) (Pjo, Chironysus, 295 words, fluff)

Series

The Luke Tragedy Cycle 2/3 (Pjo, Stolls & Luke, Trauma, attempted child murder, HEAVY angst)

Ongoing fics

Wine Child (BEING REWRITTEN) (Pjo, Dionysus, de-aged)

Demigods get social media (pjo, Camp Half-Blood, social media fic, CRACK)

Playlists

The Luke Tragedy Cycle: Youtube | Spotify | Parts/Song List

Pomegranate Prince AU: (in the works)

Pjo Mortal AU: (in the works)

Me linking songs to the blorbos

Ma Meilleure Ennemie by Stromae & Pomme to Luke and Hermes

JUDAS by The Reverent Marigold to Leeluke

Cronides trauma (Elder Olympians) posting because I think they're tragic neat.

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[erosjournal]

꣑ৎ ~ "guys... please... not in the engine room..." (valgrace drabble/shortfic)

~ synopsis: frank hears some... interesting sounds from leo and jason's work space in the engine room

~ tw: sexual themes, well, you'll just see. lgbtq :) . non canon ships. (sorry i didn't know if i should format my drabbles differently, but i sorta like this format.)

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"hey, frank, can you go get jason and leo? they're down in the engine room. i think they're doing some maintenance work?" percy asked, glancing over at the waves crashing onto the sides of the argos ll. frank nodded, and down the stairs, straight to leo's favorite place, the engine room.

as he approached the room, he noticed the door was closed. it was almost never closed. he decided to listen, to see if anything was wrong.

"ready jason?" leo muttered, obviously out of breath. frank widened his eyes, listening more intently. there was some muttering, but then he heard jason's deeper voice.

"y-yeah." he stuttered.

"you sure?"

"mhm. just hurry." he muttered wearily. oh gods. frank couldn't believe his ears. he didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was too late.

"ok. just take a deep breath." frank heard someone breathe deeply, and a thump.

"ow! leo!" he heard jason whimper. he heard leo hush him.

"jason, be quiet! what if someone hears! then they'll think somethings up!" he yelped. he heard more mutters, and backed up. oh gods, he couldn't listen to this personal conversation. but gods, did they have to do... well, in the engine room?

he stumbled, making a loud crashing sound.

"oh shoot. who's there?" he heard leo yell out. gods, frank just couldn't fathom that this was happening, on the ship, not even in their rooms. he felt his face flush, his ears redden. he turned and ran out of the room, running smack dab into percy.

"frank! where were you! i was looking everywhere! what took so long?" he said. he watched frank bit his lip, his face all red. "what happened?"

"i... i can't say!" he yelped, looking uneasily around him. percy frowned.

"you can tell me anything, man." he assured. frank shook his head.

"no! like.... it's not for me to say!" he muttered.

"what do you mean 'it's not for you to say'?" percy said, wiggling his eyebrows. "c'mon man, just tell me! it's not like you walked in on people doing anything weird, right?" he teased. he watched frank's face fluster, and felt himself blush a little.

"oh gods. who?!" he exclaimed. frank looked around sharply, and shoved a finger over his mouth.

"be quiet, jackson! what it someone hears?" he hissed. he pulled percy back onto the deck, breathing heavily.

"gods, i went to the engine room like you asked." he said. percy looked at him, confused, then he understood.

"oh. OH." he smirked. "gods, in the engine room? they are crazy." he laughed. frank kept blushing, still so uncomfortable.

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that had happened right after lunch. by dinnertime, the news had spread to annabeth and hazel. the only people not knowing were coach hedge (who would kill them) and piper (who might also kill them).

"hey, pipes..." annabeth and hazel walked into her room. she was reading a book, and glanced up.

"oh, hey yall. what's up?" she said, sitting up and closing her book. annabeth had an unreadable expression on, while hazel looked flustered and nervous.

"well, we wanted to talk to you about something, something we think you should know about." annabeth spoke up. hazel nodded. piper didn't like the way this was going, but nodded as well, listening along.

"well...?"

"we think that, um, jason and leo were, um..." annabeth flushed a bit, looking away from pipers gaze. "doing.... things that happen in a deep romantic relationship." she said finally. piper felt her eye twitch. gods, those two get together and after only two weeks decide to get it on?

"WHAT!?" she yelped, throwing her book across the room. the other girls flinched. "ok that's it. move aside, i'm going to talk to them." she muttered angrily, getting up. of course, she wasn't upset about them two being in a relationship. she just wanted to chew them out since 1. leo was like her brother and 2. jason was her best friend. also, she couldn't trust them to be safe all the time.

both annabeth and hazel glanced at each other.

"maybe that isn't such a good idea..." hazel muttered, watching piper push through them. she was already on her way down the hall, knocking harshly on leo's door.

"open up!' she exclaimed. as it was opened, she was met with leo, who was wearing jason's old camp jupiter shirt, and jason was wearing a camp half-blood shirt, sitting on his bed. oh gods.

"what's wrong pipes?" he asked, nervously.

"what's wrong!?" she replied. she entered the room, closing the door behind her. "you two got it on today! did you two even use protection?" she asked. they looked at her surprised, then at each other, then back at her. they were blushing, but had confused looks on.

"piper, what in the hades do you mean?" jason asked, adjusting his gold glasses. piper sighed.

"it's all over the boat! you two were doing it in the engine room!" she said. "gods, you two are only 16. i can't be an aunt at 16!" she cried. they both looked at each other again. then leo burst out laughing, jason frowning.

"oh pipes! me and jason were working on mechanics! i swear! someone probably heard the sounds of me hitting jason's finger with the hammer, and thought we were getting it on. oh gods, that's funny!" he cried, tears springing from laughter. piper relaxed, confused.

"seriously?"

"yeah, leo hit my fingers with a hammer," he glared pointedly at leo, "and it was definitally something painful."

"oh." piper blushed, not from the thought but from the embarrassment of being wrong. "well, uh, you guys should probably tell the others. they, um, still think somethings up." she muttered.

jason flustered while leo kept laughing.

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~ an:

lmao i had this idea for a bit, and rlly wanted to write it. i apologize for traumatizing frank, and for it being sorta random and messy. i hope yall liked it, it was so random. and i barely edited it, but i loved writing it. but coming up with excuses for everything was hard, but eh. love yall :33

[lettersfromaplatypus]

Whumptober Day 10! Me: ok we seriously need sleep maybe just write a quick drabble, no more than 500 words. Also me, 1k words later: uh oh.

Rating: general audiences

Archive warnings: none apply

Category: gen

Fandom: Percy Jackson (HoO, ToA, etc.)

Relationships: solangelo and valgrace mentioned but not really focused on

Summary: Jason gets hit on the head. Again.

[manygeese]

me when i write a valgrace drabble and am trying to post it when ao3 JUST went down

[gracesque]

can you guys give me valgrace prompts i wanan write some drabbles

[huntingrays]

“My stomach’s all in knots

You got the one thing that I want”

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Leo was used to jealousy.

For so much of Leo’s life, he dealt with jealousy. During the quest of the seven, he could recall feeling jealous of every single member. He was jealous of Percy’s perfection, Annabeth’s intelligence, Frank’s skill, Hazel’s kindness, Piper’s relationship with Jason, and Jason’s everything. When you feel inadequate in every way, it’s only common to look at those around you and wish you could pick them for parts. He wanted to scrap their very being and use those bits of them for himself. He wanted to take out his faulty qualities and replace them. He wanted what they had.

So, he knew and understood jealousy very well. He and the feeling were old friends. Well, maybe friends wasn’t the right word. He didn’t like jealousy so he didn’t think friends was the best comparison. Jealous was like his toxic ex-boyfriend. That sounded better. He was so used to jealousy and it kept coming back, even when he didn’t want it to.

Leo knew about jealousy, but he wasn’t used to it feeling like this.

He stared from afar at the two figures. They were pressed together, talking and laughing with each other. He watched them and felt the sour, burning feeling eat him away.

He watched a hand play with dark strands of hair. He watched a blond head of hair lean against the other. He watched blue and brown eyes meet each other. He watched two teens laugh, their worries being eased away.

It was strange how Leo was invulnerable to the heat and damage from fire but that didn’t stop the burning in his gut.

He realized that the feeling wasn’t quite jealous. It was more like… envy.

It was a mix of the two.

It was sadly comical how two people could have such striking similarities but end up in completely different places. The Fates must have loved making demigods that reflected each other and then seeing how differently they could affect their futures.

Leo tried to do the right thing. He thought he could save someone and save himself at the same time. The only thing that he managed to do was fuck everything up. He messed with fate and realized he wasn’t as loved as he thought. He returned and was met with punches and kicks instead of the hugs he wanted - the affection he needed.

He wondered how this was fair. He wondered if he deserved what he got.

He watched the two demigods, bitterness and envy clawing at his heart.

How was any of this fair? They both suffered in their life, so why did Leo get left behind? Why did all his actions come back to bite him? Why did he act to go through so much only to wind up with nothing?

Why did Nico get to end up happy when all Leo got was suffering? Why did he get a good partner? Why did he get a community of people who loved him? Why did he finally get to be happy and heal? Why?

Why did he get to end up with the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy of his dreams? Why did he get a loving, supportive boyfriend when all Leo got was survivor’s guilt?

He wasn’t sure. Maybe there was some greater reason, some karmic debt he had to pay off. Maybe he was simply the new punching bag of The Fates. Maybe he was just unlucky.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know and he didn’t want to find out.

He watched the boys and wished, not for the first time, that he could have what they did. He wished Jason and he could’ve had the fate they did.

[reddamselette]

valgrace except leo is spiderman and he shows up wounded on jason’s doorstep or more accurately, by his window. jason lets him in and patches him up with obvious questions like “why come to me? don’t you superheroes have a partner in crime?” but also “hold still, you’re bleeding everywhere.”

eventually of course, leo’s identity is revealed and jason has no words for the idiot best friend he’s been in love with forever.

“how did you know?”

“your excuses aren’t that convincing, leo.”

[televised-goose]

God, I've been trying to write wal sick, and my god is it dog shit. I'm so loopy it makes no sense.

[rosesradio]

Piper’s Magic Shoes 🪄

prompt from @kazperthegh0st

word count: 766

When Jason heard laughter coming from the Aphrodite cabin, he couldn’t be sure what to expect. Even though Piper had been working on reforms, the source of the Aphrodite camper’s amusement could be any unfortunate soul that wore the “wrong” outfit that day.

Although the last thing Jason needed was to be made fun of, he also knew Piper and Leo were in there. Bracing himself, he knocked on the door.

The door shakily opened, and Jason was greeted by Leo, wobbling uncertainly as he donned—Jason looked down—high heels. Not just any high heels; these were black, sleek, and at least six inches tall.

At this height, despite the wobbling, Jason had to look up to meet Leo’s eyes.

Oh.

“Hey, Jason!” Leo greeted, his smile wide and infectious. “Check these out—magic shoes! Piper got them from her mom.”

Jason stepped into the cabin and shut the door behind him. He glanced over at Piper curiously, and she added: “I’d complain, but they change into literally any shoe and fit perfectly. It’s…surprisingly practical, considering the sender.”

“Any shoe,” Jason echoed, furrowing his brows at the heels. “I’m surprised you’re not going for boots, then, Leo.”

Leo shrugged. “I have boots, I was just testing these out. Besides, it’s pretty cool, me being taller than you for a change, see?” His brows furrowed in concentration for a moment, and the heels grew an additional inch.

“You’re gonna fall on your face, Leo,” Piper pointed out helpfully.

Leo waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, ye of little confi—“ at that moment, he wobbled a little too far to the right and slipped, letting out a yelp as he started to fall.

His battle reflexes kicking in, Jason swooped in and caught Leo, his heart pounding up into his throat at how close Leo was to the ground.

“Whoa,” Leo breathed out a laugh, though his eyes lit up with genuine astonishment as he grasped Jason’s biceps. “That was so quick, thank you…but at least take me to dinner before you start dippin’ me like this, Grace.”

“Oh, uh…uh-huh…” Jason muttered, helping Leo to a stand, though he couldn’t help but look into Leo’s eyes. It was easier to see the dark outline and short wings across his eyelids when Leo lowered the safety hazard that was the heels to a comfortable two inches. “You…” Jason had never had such a hard time with words before. “Your eyes…they look different…”

Leo scratched the back of his neck, glancing towards the window to avoid Jason’s gaze. That didn’t help the matter; when the sun hit his eyes just right, they lit up a perfect dark amber.

“It’s, uh…eyeliner,” Leo shrugged, clearly trying to play nonchalant as he crossed his arms. He met his eyes again, unable to hide his slight worry. “Piper did it for me—wouldn’t let me play with the shoes unless I let her do something. Um…what do you think…?”

Jason could tell the fragility of the moment. Leo was often insecure, and Jason had no problem reassuring him. But he had to do it quick instead of ogling at him like a fish out of water.

“It’s,” Jason managed, his heart pounding, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Pretty. Really pretty…it makes the color…it’s cool…” he concluded cohesively, looking over at Piper.

Jason had never confirmed her suspicions about his crush on Leo, but based on the look he gave her now, he was essentially waving a giant white flag. Based on the smug look she shot right back at him, his signal was received loud and clear.

“You know, Leo,” Piper spoke up. “You should keep the eyeliner on for the movie tonight. It’s too bad I agreed to share a blanket with Annabeth, though…I guess that means you two are on your own…?”

Leo hummed in thought before nodding. “Guess so. So, you’ll be at the amphitheater at seven?” He asked Jason.

Jason nodded. Then, with more adrenaline than he’d ever had for a flight attempt, he replied. “Guess it’s a date, then.”

His heart felt as if it had been jolted by lightning conducted in his own hands.

Leo, to Jason’s great relief, beamed at that—and was Jason seeing things, or did some color rise in his cheeks? “Guess it’s a date, Superman. See you then.”

“Cool,” Jason’s voice was an octave higher than he was used to, though he was smiling all the same. With that, he turned and started out of the cabin. Nothing could wipe the dreamy smile off of Jason’s face, not even when he hit the doorway on the way out.

[crookedghosts]

[ about.masterlist.txt ]

I write on ao3 @ crookedteeth :)

for reference, I update my current fandoms in my description all the time (for reblogs mostly), and I post for every Ao3 update under #my works, but I'll list what I'm writing about here // spoiler: it's mostly pjo rn, despite other interests

PJO/Riordanverse:

COMPLETED:

— beauty, heartbreaker, repair boy (labyrinth) (more info/tumblr post)

jasipereo, post-BoO canon divergence, oneshot

— satellite (more info/tumblr post)

jasipereo, soulmate AU, leo valdez centric, 2/2 chapters completed

UPDATING:

— crown & flame (more info/tumblr post)

valgrace, RWRB au, longfic with sporadic posting (1/? chapters up)

— method acting (more info/tumblr post)

valgrace, fake dating @ wedding AU w/ roommates to best friends to lovers trope, 4/5 chapters up

— fault lines (more info/tumblr post)

jiper/liper/valgrace, tennis/challengers AU, 2/5 chapters up

other blog navs

#my works = all new fics and new chapters as uploaded to Ao3

#writing lore = yapping about my fics

#writing snippets = snippets.... of my writing

these are super distilled descriptions as this is just for consolidation purposes, but all of those tumblr posts have links to the fics, writing snippets, and summaries listed out (as well as tags ofc). I only post my writing on Ao3 for now, but would consider making a drabbles tag on tumblr if I ever got to it, hehe