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[fatedpluto]

i love this SO much AHHHHHHH

could i pretty please request a jason grace x gn/non-specified reader where they're meant to be training but they dont turn up so jason goes to check on them and they're being like adorable and sleeping and he decides to let them sleep? :3

sleeping in

pairing: jason grace x gn!reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: Like nearly every camp day—it’s time for training. Jason Grace is always too excited for the activity, especially when he knows you will be there. Though, he can’t help but panic when you are noticeably absent for the activity. Something that is very unlike you.

warnings: panic, kinda soldier!jason for a moment, malcolm is protective of reader, fluff, cuteness, happiness everywhere

w/c: 1.2k

ྀིjason grace masterlist

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You are never late. In fact, you are known for arriving at activities early. That’s the type of student you are during the school season, and it reflects on you during the summer at Camp Half-Blood. 

It’s Jason’s favorite time of the day—training. He puts a little pep in his step because he knows his favorite person also has training with him—you. Jason was never late, nor early like you. He always arrived five minutes before it started, enough time to speak to you as you wrapped your hands to keep a firmer grip on your sword. Entering the training area, his eyes immediately scan for you, only to come up short. To say he was confused was an understatement.

Jason knows he didn’t get the schedule wrong, because he had checked the sheet attached to one of the pillars, confirming you are supposed to be here. Did you get your schedule mixed up? No, you don’t simply mix up your schedule. Knowing how you are, Jason begins to spiral, worried something may have happened to you. Something bad.

“Grace!” Malcolm, one of the children of Athena, calls over. He beckons Jason over with two fingers, watching with fixated eyes as Jason closes the distance between the two. Malcolm is not as confident as his sister, Annabeth, but he does radiate respect. As for Jason, he may be bigger and stronger than the son of Athena, but he most certainly doesn’t want to get on his bad side. 

He knows how protective Annabeth is of her boyfriend and of her siblings.

“Yes?” Jason answers, planting his feet in front of the shorter boy.

“Where’s Y/N? They’re supposed to co-lead the activity with me,” Malcolm cracks his fingers, a nervous tick he’s developed over the years. 

“I was wondering the same thing. I’m worried something may have happened to them,” Jason confesses, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.

Malcolm shakes his head, “nah, I think we would know. Plus, they're a lot like Annabeth. It’d take a lot for something bad to happen to them. Maybe they’re running late, if they’re not here in the next couple minutes, go check around for me.”

Jason nods, though the two boys both were thinking the same thing. It’s incredibly unusual for you to be late. Your middle name might as well be ‘early,’ because it’s just wired into your brain. 

Malcolm won’t admit it, but Jason being concerned that something bad could’ve happened to you made him incredibly worried. No. You were fine—at least that’s what Malcolm was telling himself.

Seven minutes had passed. Seven minutes of Jason keeping his eyes fixated on the door as he trained by himself in the corner. It wasn’t his turn to spar with another camper, and he’s becoming restless every minute you don’t show up. Realizing how long it’s been, he puts down the weights he had been using in their original place, sheathing his sword as he makes a beeline for a door. He makes eye contact with Malcolm, who nods his head before Jason leaves.

Jason wasn’t really sure where to look for you. Years of being trained as a soldier made him think something bad had happened to you. The rational side of him disagreed. 

Taking a deep breath, Jason tries to think like his other friends. Not like Leo. But like Frank, Annabeth, and Percy. Where would they look first?

Percy would check the dunes, the place you go to when you need to clear your head.

Frank would ask your friends if they’ve seen you at all that day.

Annabeth would check your cabin, the place you’d most likely be at this time of day.

Jason settles on checking your cabin. If you weren’t there, he’d then check the dune. And by Zeus, if you weren’t in either of those places, he’ll resort to asking around. He sent a prayer to his father that you’ll be in one of the first two places. 

His tall legs eat up the distance to your cabin. He knew the route by heart at this point, however he’s met with a sudden dilemma—your cabin door is locked. Internally groaning, he thinks back to when Leo had picked locks multiple times during their quest on the Argo II. He didn’t have the tools necessary for it, and he’s not making a trip to the Hephaestus cabin to search through his friend’s items. 

Jason crouches, becoming eye-to-eye with the keyhole. He raises his pointer finger, focusing on his raw power. The raw power that his father so generously gave him. He sends a small gust of wind through, one that is small yet very powerful. He imagines as if he’s seeing the mechanisms inside of the lock, forming the wind into the shape of a key, then turning it to the left. A soft click tells him it worked. 

Ha, take that Leo, Jason thought.

Jason opens the door, peeking his head in. Nobody was in the communal space of the cabin, while the doors to the multiple rooms of bunk beds was closed. He knew which room was yours—you snuck him in one time during the camp-fire, when everyone had been distracted.

His boots echo against the wooden flooring of the cabin, the place seemingly a ghost town. Jason has the urge to slide up against the wall, to sleuth through your cabin so nobody can detect his presence. He shakes the thoughts from his head—he’s being silly. You’re fine, there’s no reason to act like a soldier. Especially not in your cabin. 

He softly twists the knob of your door, slowly pushing it open. The room is dark, the blackout curtains that have become quite popular in a lot of cabins found their way into yours as well. He squints his eyes, adjusting to the darkness. His eyes instantly search for your designated bunk, eyes falling on the the figure laying in it. 

Stepping closer, he quickly makes out your face, sleeping soundly underneath your blankets, cheek smushed against your pillow. Jason releases a breath, one he didn’t realize he was holding, now knowing you were perfectly fine. Of course you were, why wouldn’t you be? 

He can’t help himself as he reaches a hand out, caressing your cheekbone with his calloused fingers, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches you sleep. Unconsciously, you lean into his touch, unaware he’s physically with you in the room. You looked so peaceful, and he knows you needed the sleep. You looked especially tired yesterday, with deep bags under your eyes. 

You should be at your activity, with Jason. But he lets you sleep, you look far too beautiful. He drops a kiss on your forehead, tucking you in further as he leaves the room and your cabin, leaving the doors as he found them. 

When he returns back to training without you, Malcolm panics for a moment. He can’t help but he an empath, being incredibly worried and protective over his friends—you being one of those people. He rushes over to Jason, silently demanding he reports back. He may not have authority over the son of Zeus, but he complies.

“Y/N’s sleeping,” Jason simply says, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“Huh,” Malcolm relaxes, “I didn’t expect that.”

“Trust me,” Jason places a hand on his shoulder, “neither did I. But we should let them sleep.”

Malcolm nods, returning to his spot at the front of the room as he resumes watching other campers spar each other or training by themselves. Jason continues his training, anticipating the end of the activity so he could visit you again during his break. 

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[fatedpluto]

I looove the idea of Nico incorporating his language in little things in his life😢

Like for example he solely uses Italian onomatopoeias. A dogs woof woof? It’s Bau Bau for him! Cats meow? It’s a Miao! Pio pio for chicks!

He also constantly literally translates Italian proverbs, leaving everyone but Chiara confused because they simply do not make sense in English. He’s always blabbering about a gifted horse or something about soup and wet bread.

When he uses pet names with Will it’s usually meant to tease, but when he uses them seriously, they are solely Italian ones. You won’t ever catch him saying “baby” or “honey” or “sweetheart”. He calls Will “amore” or “tesoro” or “caro” (he’s an oldie inside). He also stays away from things like “cucciolo” or “pulcino” o “topolino” because he’s simply extremely cringed by them.

He stumbles his toes somewhere? “AHIA” comes out of his mouth. (If not directly a profanity)

He doesn’t know something? “Boh”

[fatedpluto]

I looove the idea of Nico incorporating his language in little things in his life😢

Like for example he solely uses Italian onomatopoeias. A dogs woof woof? It’s Bau Bau for him! Cats meow? It’s a Miao! Pio pio for chicks!

He also constantly literally translates Italian proverbs, leaving everyone but Chiara confused because they simply do not make sense in English. He’s always blabbering about a gifted horse or something about soup and wet bread.

When he uses pet names with Will it’s usually meant to tease, but when he uses them seriously, they are solely Italian ones. You won’t ever catch him saying “baby” or “honey” or “sweetheart”. He calls Will “amore” or “tesoro” or “caro” (he’s an oldie inside). He also stays away from things like “cucciolo” or “pulcino” o “topolino” because he’s simply extremely cringed by them.

He stumbles his toes somewhere? “AHIA” comes out of his mouth. (If not directly a profanity)

He doesn’t know something? “Boh”

[fatedpluto]

okay im locking in on the big long complicated fanfic uhhhhhh coming probably not soon

[fatedpluto]

hey, could you do jason grace relationship hcs? like maybe domestic lazy mornings…

DATING JASON GRACE....!

a/n:guys guess who's back 🤭 real exam season is right by the corner so in between revision breaks of whenever I can I'm grinding my ass off to cook up something for you!! Requests as always are open so don't be shy and tell me all your silly fantasies!!! Hope this is to your liking lovie 💗

-jason 1000% has no plans on letting you get out of bed. His arms wrapped around your waist and for extra measures he'll try to convince you by peppering sleepy kisses on your neck nuzzling into your shoulder like a horse.

-if he gets up early he's definitely getting in the kitchen and cooking something up, he will pull up cookbooks making a whole grand breakfast and claim it's nothing

-you cannot tell me this man doesnt have a little keychain or anything whether it be a bracelet you made or one of your own strung on his phone case. He has no problem letting it hang off pink heart beads and girly keychains jingling- he doesn't mind it one bit

-SOOOO polite. you could be years into the relationship and I'm telling you he'd be asking if it's okay to hold your hand or touch you in the most normal places ever...he's just our consensual king

-dont get me wrong he loves any kisses but forehead kisses has him melting and falling harder that he already was. Or kisses on his jaw? Oh he's a goner

-hes such a hand on your back man like leading you around??? He can do that you don't have to think twice about where you're going with this man as long as he's leading you

[fatedpluto]

RAHHH I LOVE THIS

hellooo i love your writing!!💖💖

wanted to request a Demeter kid x Leo who gifts him some fruits or berries "to keep him healthy". Might sprinkle in some pining or secret crushes maybe heh....

PRÓFUGOS ˏˏ LEO VALDEZ

pairing: Leo Valdez x gn!Demeter!reader

a/n: all my Leo req are SO cute I love my job

⌑ - English isn't my first language so I'm using a translator and my basic knowledge of the language!

𝐑equest 𝐨pens! + 𝐫ules!

It was embarrassing. It was no secret to anyone that Leo had days where he didn't take care of himself, forgot to eat, drink water, sleep properly, all because he was locked up in his workshop, and it didn't take you long to realize this within days of befriending him. You met after a game of capture the flag, you worked alongside the nurses in Apollo's hut, as you could create healing fruits as a child of Demeter, and he made weapons for the clumsy campers. But he was also clumsy.

Yes, he was immune to fire, but he was not immune to sharp metal that could cut his arm, just so he ended up in the infirmary.

You were looking for Will, walking through the corridors of the infirmary with a basket of fruit in your hand, but you couldn't find him, it seemed that there were several injured campers, and among them you saw a boy on a stretcher. He had brown curly hair, two almonds for eyes and chocolate skin, he was covered with soot, he had a couple of band-aids, and his hand on his arm, as if he was preventing a wound from bleeding. This was what really caught my attention.

“Hello.” You said, poking your head out the door of the room he was in, your fruit basket swaying as your body did.

The chocolate-skinned boy blinked, as if he had come back to reality, he was looking at a fixed point, surely he had become immersed in his thoughts. He blinked again, taking in his surroundings, remembering where he was, and then he took you in.

“Hello.”

“What happened to you?”

“I cut myself on metal.”

“Oh. Where?” you tilted your head.

Leo withdrew his hand from his arm, revealing a cut not so deep, but prominent enough to bleed a little and sting on his skin. Your eyes opened wide, making you gasp slightly. Leo couldn't tell why your eyes reminded him of a deer's.

You moved closer to the gurney, as if you weren't seeing well enough, and tilted your head, your eyes scanned his wound and you looked down at your basket, your brain connected a couple of wires and clicked.

“Eat this!” You extended a strawberry from your basket to him.

Leo raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

“Eat this!” you insisted, an optimistic smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “It's not just a strawberry, it was grown for the purpose of healing, specifically to stop the burning of cuts.”  You explained, his almond eyes scanning you. “Eat it!”

Leo blinked, he was not distrustful, but confused, he didn't understand why you were there offering him magic strawberries so that his cut would stop burning, but he also had no reason to distrust you, you seemed like a really adorable deer talking non-stop and strangely amazed to see people in the infirmary, so he ate the strawberry.

You were right, in a matter of seconds the burning of his wound stopped, although it continued to hurt, it was a small relief, which in the process left a strawberry taste in his mouth.

You smiled when you realized the fruit worked, judging his shocked expression and the way his body relaxed.

That's how you two became friends. You attended his workshop almost every day, not to mention that you were the child who spent the most time there. His brothers felt it was strange, since they believed that the scorching heat of the forges would suffocate you, but you managed to counteract the heat with fancy tricks, like carrying a plant with you that could withstand high temperatures and using it as an oxygen tank if you started to sweat too much. As foolish as it sounds, it worked!

You never went empty-handed, your camp pants had more pockets than one would understand at first glance, you always carried little bags of sunflower seeds, walnuts or almonds (which were your favorite treat) to keep him energetic, even more than he already was, but to keep him healthy, and not to live off of the coke at camp. Little by little, your progress began to flourish.

"Did you eat yet?" You asked, then he babbled something hard to hear, rambling and avoiding answering. You frowned. “Leo.”

“I had breakfast.”

“It's going to be dinner.”

You grabbed him by the arm and took him to your cabin, which was always full of small crops that you and your siblings had inside, it wasn't supposed to be allowed, but Mr. D didn't seem too thrilled to ask you to remove them, he even seemed to support the idea. You grabbed a couple of berries, plants and leaves and made him a quick impromptu salad, which under different circumstances and with better ingredients would have looked more appetizing, but it tasted better than it looked.

That's what you did; take care of Leo. You grabbed him with you to feed him healthy food, you were simply the only one who could take him out of his workshop in less than six hours to prevent him from going crazy, and receiving the sunlight on his chocolate skin while he played tag with you, barefoot and smiling could brighten up the rest of his week, plus he began to create good habits since he met you.

One hot day you decided to go to bunker nine, as cooling off on the dock or picking strawberries with your siblings didn't excite you much that day, the afternoon of the day before you had picked a couple of berries and nuts for Leo, putting them in plastic bags that you put in your basket, as usual. His half siblings welcomed you with a simple greeting, more than used to seeing you come in, jumping up and down and waving your basket, a beaming smile on your face, looking for Leo.

“Leo!” You sang.

He practically jumped from his spot, the legs of his wooden bench squeaking as he stood back and looked at you properly as you walked through the door. His eyes lit up, an asbestos smile appeared on his lips and a blush rose from his neck to his ears. For a few weeks (months, but he refused to admit it) he had begun to like you, madly, those little visits you made to his workshop, bringing with you fruits for him to eat and keep him healthy, they altered the chemistry of his brain.

It wasn't as easy as he thought to tell you about his little crush, it got on his nerves, and you were so clueless and energetic like him that you didn't realize it, you didn't notice his blushes, his giggles, how the tips of his curls were smoking, a sign that at any moment he would catch fire as if they were fireworks. He just couldn't put together what was in his head and tell you.

"Hello, deer.”

“I brought you something!”

“Of course you did, what do you have there?”

“Dry fruits.”

Not his favorite. He grimaced, disguising it with a strange smile, accepted the bag of dry fruits and opened it. He listened to you talk, telling him about your day with an excited smile on your face, and when he least realized it, he had already finished the bag of dry fruits he said so much he didn't like, the way he was now taking care of himself thanks to you and your ridiculously influential habits really surprised him.

“Tomorrow my siblings and I will pick strawberries.” You said after your monologue of your day. “Do you want to come with us?”

His face blushed, reaching his pointed ears, he tried to hide it by lowering his gaze to crumple the empty bag of dry fruits and put it in his pocket, for no apparent reason, just to distract your attention from his face. He hesitated with the answer for a few seconds, biting his tongue.

“I'll be there.”

You couldn't help but smile, giving him one of those smiles of yours with your deer-like, batting your eyelashes, and you left his workshop, telling him that the infirmary had asked you for a couple of fruits that you would have to pick and supervise, so, with a pain in your chest, he let you go. The only good thing was that he was left with the feeling that he would see you the next day, it was as if a herd of butterflies decided to move into his stomach, violently flapping around and leaving him in shock.

Yes, he was definitely absurdly in love with you.

©pumkinzee

[fatedpluto]

Id love to see some minimalistic white dividers. Hearts, swirls, stars, sparkles, etc. <3

Hi anon! I have a set of Blue Doodles and Magenta Doodles that work for this, so I made it a recolor. Thanks for the request! 🩵🌸

White Doodles

[fatedpluto]

i love these sm

goth divider set

decor creator - requests open - credit me if you use!!

જ⁀➴ please give me credit if you use

[fatedpluto]

guys im not gay i just wanna be aa really good bro to Jason Grace and cuddle him like a bro and make out with him like a bro

[fatedpluto]

jason grave my beloved

could I pretty pretty please request a Jason Grace x Hades kid reader fic, preferably gn, where Jason doesn't realise he has a crush on them and assumes its their whole dark aesthetic that makes him uneasy?

crushing

pairing: Jason Grace x child of hades (gn!reader)

genre: fluff

synopsis: jason grace is forced to come to reality when he realizes that he’s not scared of a specific demigod at camp half-blood, but rather, that he has a crush.

warnings: none

w/c: 1.3k

ྀིjason grace masterlist

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Jason Grace never thought he would see the day in which he was scared of someone. He was raised by wolves, for gods sakes! Jason was the epitome of a perfect hero—brave, strong, powerful, and people feared him rather than the other way around. Even when it came to Percy Jackson, Jason respected him rather than feared him.

Though, he never thought he’d be scared of you. Well, you are a child of Hades, after all. Your  dark gaze strikes fear into your enemies. Jason did find it weird, he didn’t have this issue with Nico, your paternal half-brother. In fact, he saw Nico as his own little brother.

And now, Jason stood awkwardly at Camp Half-Blood, figuring out a way to go up to you to tell you that Nico requested your presence in the infirmary. Jason internally scolded himself, he’s faced Gaea, he can simply talk to one of Hades’ children. Right?

Jason takes a deep breath, locking his nerves in a box as he walks up to you. You brightly chatter with Katie Gardner, sharing stories about Persephone’s garden. The children of Demeter were always interested in hearing about the garden, intrigued on how something so beautiful thrives in the Underworld. As for you, you had no problem talking about it. In fact, it was your favorite place in the Underworld, but you don’t tell your dad that.

Jason clears his throat from behind you, announcing his presence. The corner of Katie’s mouth tips down, getting the hint as she bids you goodbye, heading towards the strawberry fields. You turn around, slightly perplexed on why Jason Grace is speaking to you. You found yourself envying your brother slightly, in the relationship he had with the blonde boy, he didn’t understand that you thought he was very attractive. But you kept that to yourself.

“Hey,” you initiate the conversation, letting him know he can speak.

He ignores your greeting, cutting straight to the chase. “Uh, Nico needs you.” Jason internally scolded himself for how cryptic and stupid he sounded, not giving the details. He’s never one to mess up on his words, being trained from birth to be a leader.

You furrow your brows, panic quickly settling in. “What? Is he okay?”

Jason puts his hands up in surrender, “he’s fine.” He notices how your body visibly tenses, relief coursing through your body. Despite the unease he feels, he can’t help but melt at your protectiveness over your brother. “He needs your help in the infirmary.”

You roll your eyes, not at Jason, but at your brother’s antics. Him being dragged to help in the infirmary by his boyfriend meant you also got tortured. Before Nico became a permanent member at camp, if you were being called into the infirmary—it meant a camper has died and they wanted you to bless their body before they were burnt. 

“Thanks, Jason.” You smile at the blonde boy before spinning on your heel, making a beeline for the infirmary.

What you don’t notice is the way Jason’s eyes widen in surprise, or how his heart began racing. He didn’t expect to see such warmth in your eyes as you spoke to him. Now that he’s really thinking about it, he recalls seeing it as well when you spoke to Katie. Not that he was paying that close attention to you.

No, he was uneasy around you. You were a child of Hades, after all. He had to protect his life at all costs, being a child of the Big Three meant you were powerful, just like himself and Percy. Similarly to your brother, you always dressed like you were ready for a funeral. Maybe even your own. You could raise the dead, and to Jason, that made him uneasy. But, his heart never raced around Nico. He never found himself hesitating to go up to the son of Hades to speak to him. He never shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting as he desperately tried to keep his composure while in Nico’s presence.

“Why do you have hearts in your eyes?” Frank’s voice startled Jason, making the blonde literally jump. Frank furrows his brows, shocked by Jason’s reaction. If there was one thing Frank knew about Jason Grace, is that he never gets jumpy, scared, or anything of the sort. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Jason muttered at the boy.

“I didn’t, I called out your name as I walked over here,” Frank retorted pointedly, looking the boy up and down.

“Besides the point. What were you saying?”

Frank hesitates before speaking, “I asked why you have hearts in your eyes.”

“I don’t have hearts in my eyes.”

Frank laughed, the warm sound engulfing the two in the middle of Camp Half-Blood. “Yes, you do. I know that look anywhere.”

“Why?” He tilts his head, “because you give it to Hazel all the time?”

Frank scowls, “no, because Percy only looks at Annabeth with that look. So, who’s the lucky person?”

“Nobody,” Jason snapped back, too quickly. Frank caught it. The faint blush on his cheeks, the way he kept fidgeting nervously. It didn’t help that Frank was watching him talk to you.

“So, it’s not Y/N?” Frank raises a brow, giving a knowing look to Jason.

Jason laughs. But not an actual laugh, more like a nervous laugh. “Why would I have heart eyes for someone who makes me uneasy?”

Frank furrows his brows, “they make you uneasy? How?”

“They’re a child of Hades,” Jason points out.

Frank still looks confused, Jason’s reasoning not enough to answer his question. “So is Nico and Hazel.”

“I-well,” Jason found himself speechless, for the first time in his life. Gone was the confident, stoic praetor. Instead, all that remained was a flustered teenager. “They can raise the dead, and they always look ready for a funeral!”

“So does Nico,” Frank deadpans at the boy.

Truth be told, Frank was right. Jason would never tell him that, of course, but puzzle pieces started slowly fitting into place. Jason’s first love was pretty much assigned to him by Hera. He didn’t need to do anything, she simply erased his memory and used her godly powers to make Piper in love with him. And even after they found out the truth, they were still able to use the stepping stones Hera had placed to continue their relationship. Not until they broke up.

Was he really feeling uneasy around you? Or was he actually crushing? You were beautiful, as beautiful as a god, at least in Jason’s eyes. He kept wondering how Hades could have a child as mesmerizing and beautiful as you. You may be a demigod, just like him, but your beauty outweighed every god, even Aphrodite and Apollo. 

And the way you treated others? It was different to how he expected a child of Hades to be. Even though Nico is kind, in his own way, he has a lot of trauma, so it’s to be expected to be different for him. But you? You always approached people with a smile on your face, ready to help anyone and everyone, no matter what. Your dark brown eyes that you inherited from Hades always held so much warmth, even when you were using your powers. 

In the corner of his eye, Jason noticed you exiting the infirmary with Nico. Now that he was really looking, he could tell how different the two of you were. Sure, you both had your corpse-like appearance, clad with sullen eyes, and preferred dark clothing, but you two were different. When Will Solace wasn’t around, Nico always seemed sad, like he was missing his other half. But with you, you were always upbeat and trying to bring up everyone’s energy. Nico relied more on his powers than his sword, and that was evident with his physique. You, on the other hand, have constantly won your fights using your sword rather than powers, your physique much more defined than your brothers. 

The biggest difference, though, was that you always managed to make Jason nervous not because of your heritage, but because he liked you. Jason Grace became acutely aware of two things. One, that he has a crush on you, Hades’ child. Second, that he has no idea how to tell you.

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[fatedpluto]

'I'm dying!' 'No. You're not.'

Jason Grace x Dramatic!Sick!Male Reader

warnings/tags: wrote this at midnight with a headache, as mentioned previously, am currently unsure if it's coherent. 'princess' used as a teasing nickname. pre-established relationship. summary: you are very sick. you are very dramatic. luckily, Jason doesn't mind. pov: 2nd person

a/n: Surrrprise shawttyyy. This might not be coherent. I have been ran over by a car made not of metal but of plague. Ow. What they say about men acting like they are a sickly Victorian child when they are ill is true. Can confirm. It's not the plague I think, I checked my lymph nodes. Also decided I'd start making my blog look pretty.

Usually dramatic, even when you weren't running a ridiculous fever, your regular behaviour seemed underwhelming compared to how you were acting in the infirmary. Laying in a cot, dazed and confused, your lunch threatening an encore as you fought the sick back into your stomach, you could be on Broadway with the dramaturgy you displayed.

Not only had you covered your shivering limbs with a comfortable hoodie, but you'd also robbed Jason of his to combat the cold that had spread itself through your forehead, shoulders, back, stomach, arms, legs-- everywhere. You were cold everywhere. Unfortunately, you were shoving off layers of fabric only moments later, heat overwhelming you.

Will had tended to you, taking your temperature with a worried and impatient Jason holding your hand in his pale, calloused touch, squeezing it tight as he waited for the worst. As you'd been wailing and groaning of plague overwhelming you, he'd expected it to be bad. You had decided it must be something old-fashioned that your immune system didn't stand a chance against. Scarlet fever, bubonic plague, something along those lines.

A cold. Jason had thought he'd misheard Will when he said it. "A cold..?" Jason had asked skeptically, looking back at you, who had been tugging on Jason's shirt, getting him to sit by your side on the ground so you could be closer to his level. As much as the cement floor wasn't kind on his rear, he sat anyway. looking back up at Will, who seemed to be in a good mood.

He knew Nico was dating Will Solace, so he considered for a moment maybe this was the healer's way of making a very messed up joke, mirroring his boyfriend's humour. However, Will looked back down at his clipboard and that sunny smile remained on his face, "he'll be better in a day or two when it passes, no need for nectar or ambrosia," he'd responded, Jason's disbelief visible on his face. You couldn't believe it either, but that look of sickly disgust couldn't be washed away by simple shock.

You really couldn't believe it. You would die to a simple cold?! Or at least, now you were convinced you were.

Jason felt relief wash over him as he processed Will's words. It was just a cold. His boyfriend was perfectly fine. Warm breath hit your forehead, now cold as your temperature shifted and you reached back for the collection of previously discarded hoodies. Jason took your free hand and kissed it as you slid the hoodies back over your head and rugged up to fight the illusory frost your fever had wracked through you.

Your boyfriend chuckled, before beaming, his worry washing away, bringing your hand back to his lips to kiss it again. Your pointer finger flicked out to trace the scar on his lip, and he kissed it, so very happy that you were okay. "Nothing serious.." he sighed, closing his eyes to process the wonderful news, a smile gracing (haha, get it?) his handsome features.

However, you were stubborn and sick, and in the haze of illness, refusal seemed like the only option for this diagnosis. "Jason," you gasped out, breathing theatrically laboured as you acted like you were on your deathbed, "I'm sorry," your words caused his eyebrows to knit in confusion.

He felt for a moment you might be trying to apologise for worrying him so much when it was just a cold (you'd do that later, when you were alive and well and this cold very clearly did not kill you), but before he could tell you it was okay, that as your boyfriend it was his job to worry, you'd extended your arm, pointer finger pushing against his lips, shushing him. You were.. shushing him?

"So many battles.. and this is what takes me," oh brother, "you were brave, Jason Grace, so brave. I'm sorry, but I have one last request," he gasped out, and Jason bit his lip to hold back an amused smile, a little in disbelief at the dramatic act. "When it's time.. go. Away from here. Don't watch, my love, spare yourself the view," you recoiled your extended finger and peeled the hoodies back off as the heat engulfed you again.

"You're not dying--"

"Please, grant me a request before I go," you began to fan yourself theatrically, acting as if this was some cheesy old movie in black and white with doomed love interests and fancy words, "fetch me soup," you begged.

"Yes, princess," Jason responded sarcastically, his expression returning to neutrality, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he stood up, heading to the kitchens, looking back at your striking appearance before turning to leave the infirmary.

Unfortunately for you, the camp didn't serve any kind of soup in the middle of summer, so Jason opted to grab himself a pear instead, cutting it up and shoving the slices into a little zip-lock bag so he could eat it on the way back to the infirmary to break the unfortunate news. A part of him dreaded it, bracing himself to meet more whining and theatrics.

There were no theatrics. There was not a complaint from your lips, because when Jason returned to the infirmary, you were cuddled up in your cot fast asleep. Returning to your side, he looked over you, admiring your elegance, the peaceful look of your dignified face making his heart skip a beat. He leaned down to get a better look, but your hand had instead reached up in your feverish slumber to grab his nose.

The Roman shaped nose in your grasp, he looked surprised, before letting out a soft chuckle, so soft, as not to wake you. His glasses slid down to meet your hand, causing your to groan, but not wake. Jason continued to lean down and kissed your cheek, fixing your hair a little before pulling back.

He spoke in a whisper,

"Goodnight, darling,"

You woke up the next morning feeling fine.

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OKAY so

I have a few things (2) in the works, I have my Jason Grace ask coming out very soon, and a Jason Grace x male reader fic called 'Car Lights' which is ridiculously long and will probably come out in a week or so.

Please send asks, I love writing asks :)

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the jason grace x male reader audience is NOT ready for Car Lights

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medea but instead its two teenagers who had a messy breakup and medea kills their tamagotchi pets

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hey gang I just quickly need your opinions for something I'm writing

do you think Camp Jupiter has laws against homosexuality? From my understanding Imperial Rome (which Camp Jupiter is based off) did have laws against homosexuality, and often the rules tend to mirrored off those. Or would they bring in more modern views around those kind of things?

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i need more evil valgrace where its valgrace but im violently sobbing from how sad it is maaybe the entire time