mrsjgrace

[mrsjgrace]

my dear, these are lovely. oh these are nothing short of beautiful, darling. thank you. i simply must show this to my beloved!

i'm glad to hear that my stories have managed to entertain you! yes, indeed we must. in fact, i've already planned for our next double date.

snapshots from the queen’s camera: a double date with @mrsjgrace and her jase. this was certainly entertaining lady jo, i enjoyed your stories! we should do it again sometime. ☕️☕️.

[mrsjgrace]

yes,,, but he's a good man, so it's alright

p.s. absolutely none

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

he's cheeky, indeed.

p.s. no men are safe. (yes,even my beloved)

very cofusing

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

a simple flick of my hand to the back of his head will do the trick to fix that😋

p.s. of course, dominik is a brother figure to me.... all the more reason why i should precisely do that.

omg yes. like,,, with a light it looks silvery but in the sun it looks redish

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

awww, nikolai....

p.s. don't think i won't include dominik in this. he's just as much a menace as your beloved is...

yes yes,,, mine too, like, slightly wavy jet black hair.

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

oh, he sure is. even when i told him i could do it by myself, he insists. saints, that man.

p.s. my, i love double dates. especially when i could tease kolya relentlessly. i have much more embarrassing stories to tell you!

oh my god i was thinking to do that!! i have long black hair my dear

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

hello darling,

i cordially invite you to a tea time at the Little Palace this afternoon. I thought we’d make a tour of the gardens and then you could meet my students.

yours truly,

@thequeenofravka.

p.s. i luv being delulu <3

oh, what a lovely invitation this is!! thank you, my darling, i will be there. for now, i must make haste to select the perfect dress.

p.s. my husband shall be coming along with me, i truly hope you don't mind. 🤍

p.p.s. yes omg, my delulu is deluluing i love this

[mrsjgrace]

hi mrs grace!!

giggled🙈🙈 greetings, your majesty, queen of ravka!! how'd you do in this fine day??

[mrsjgrace]

ℋe got my heartbeat...

... skippin’ down sixteenth avenue ੈ✩‧₊˚

for fleur @jgraceluvr ... here's your moodboard!! i hope i did your request justice <3

[mrsjgrace]

— jason grace as your boyfriend headcanons 𝜗ৎ 

— contents : jason x fem!reader. demigod!reader (cabin unspecified) lots and lots of fluff... like seriously,,, these saps need to get a room.

✎ᝰ. j's letter... my love, my beloved muse, my darling jase's turn <3 and to @livlocus ... i hope this makes up for the one shot i have yet to write because the writers block is writers blocking currently🫶🏻

jason buys you flowers every two weeks or so from the store and he'd arrange them himself for you and make it look pretty. he does it like it's his job to make them perfect.

and he'd have the audacity to be all bashful like, "i arranged them myself. it's not perfect but i hope you like it" 👉🏻👈🏻 while it looks like a damn masterpiece.

listen.... he cooks. and it's lowkey gourmet since he learned to cook for you. like he'd bring you breakfast in bed and everything.

you both cook dinner sometimes, and a lot of those times were spent dancing to the music in the background while cooking— which did lead to a certain mishap a couple times (the food burning/small fire erupting because you were too focused on each other, but you both agreed that none of that ever happened)

the sidewalk rule. he never, ever, ever lets you take the side closer to the road, he has to be the one there.

he's the one who looks around while crossing the road.

if you wear glasses, you'd switch glasses with him playfully out of nowhere. (he kisses your nose because "you're so cute." when you're wearing his glasses.)

this man is CHIVALROUS. i think we all know that already. he opens doors for you (yes even car doors), pulls out chairs for you, lets you take the only empty seat in a crowded bus, everything.

writes you love letters and little notes on post-its just because.

kisses your hands. a lot. kisses everywhere but your hands, forehead, temples are his fav spots ehehe im giggling just thinking about it.

would call you sweetheart, darling, my love, like an old man.

speaking of old man, this man loves listening to old love songs, like he LOVES it. something like 'it's been a long, long time' would be heard playing every morning on your record player. and he'd hum along to them.

hear me out,,, he randomly takes you flying sometimes. (but if you're scared of heights he wouldn't pressure you) but if you aren't, he will carry you in his arms and fly away.

bonus: you both sings along to 'a whole new world' when you're up in the clouds.

he knows your style, so sometimes when he's out and sees an item of clothing that he thinks you might like on a window display, he'd get it for you.

"saw this earlier on my way home and i thought you'd like it. you don't have to wear it if you don't like it though.."

the two of you has a lot of shared playlists. you'd play them on car rides and would just have the time of your lives singing along.

whenever you'd have a fight, you'd always find a way to resolve it by communicating. and he never raised his voice at you.

if it's a bad one, you'd give each other some space to cool off, then you'd try to resolve it again the next day.

back to the fluff... he can draw, right?? yes. and he sketches your face, most of the times when you're busy or occupied and he'd sit on a chair across from you and just sketch. he has piles and piles of sketchbooks filled with random stuff, but mostly you. you're his muse.

he's so so supportive of you. and he's never shied away to show you and tell you how proud he is of you.

you both have matching lockscreens— jason's of you, and yours of jason.

you'd both each get the same book, read it, annotate it, and once you're done, you switch the books and read it again from each other's point of view.

whenever you'd see a stray cat, you both will stop walking and pet the cat and give it as much pets and attention as possible. and will be sad when you have to leave it after.

he's not big on pda and neither are you, so you'd just try to keep it simple in public— i.e. holding hands, locking pinkies, his hand on the small of your back as you walked, his fingers running up and down your spine (🦋🦋🦋🦋), and keep most of it in private.

he gets jealous of your celebrity crushes or fictional crushes. he's subtle about it, but it's obvious enough that you'd tease him sometimes.

you'd go to a café on the weekends to get breakfast.

he braids your hair. THIS MAN BRAIDS HAIR. idc. idc. it's canon in my head.

you'd pamper him sometimes, and he let's you because who is he to deny his love of anything?

at first he was a slight relunctant (because come on, that man was raised with wolves) but then he'd give in and lets you put on your fluffy headband on him to keep his hair away and put on your facemasks.

you and jason each bought a journal to put random entries of your daily life, some doodles and sketches— sometimes you'd stick some polaroids on the pages too. and once they're full you'd keep it in a box for your future children to see.

𝜗℘ j's added notes: i had to force myself to stop because if i don't, this would become a whole book. i hope you like it <3

© jjsblueberry | i do not consent for my works to be reposted, copied, translated.

[mrsjgrace]

honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips... | j. grace

— in which... a beautiful spring morning with jason turns into a better one. even when you thought it couldn't get any better.

— contents: fluff. tooth-rotting. (like acc my teeth ACHES from the sweetness) kissing. lots of it. it's honestly so eugh (I WANT IT) husband!jason 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

✎ᝰ. j's letter... this has no plot whatsoever,, just purely self-indulgent and sickening sweet love💗

The calming, sunny morning air of New Rome kissed your face in greeting as you unveiled the curtains and opened the windows of your living room, letting the golden light of the morning sun filter through the room, bringing it to life.

Folding your arms to embrace yourself, your eyes fluttered to a close, a subtle, delicate smile gracing your features as you took the time to bask in the spring air with contentment, enjoying the soft chirps of birds filling your ears. 

It’s simply heavenly.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get better, faint sounds of footsteps reached your ears, and the next thing you felt was a gentle pair of hands that settled on your waist, snaking to your front as though it’s their rightful place, pulling you back towards the firm chest of your husband.

You could feel your smile widen unconsciously. Turning your head over your shoulder, you greeted him in a quiet whisper, “Good morning.” you felt his lips land on your forehead, staying there for a minute longer, prompting a soft sigh to leave your lips.

“Good morning, my love.” Gods, his voice sent gooseflesh to crawl at your skin. A chuckle resonated from you when he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing light kisses up the length of your neck, your jaw, tickling you just slightly.

“Jase,” you chided, though a hint of playfulness could be detected in your tone. Shuffling around in his arms to face him, you slid your arms to encircle around his neck. With a tilted head, you let your eyes wander around his features— his tousled golden hair, those captivating blue pools behind the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Everything about him was captivating.

Though as you took your sweet time to admire him, he seemed to be doing the exact same thing with you, stealing the words from your lips, “You’re breathtaking, you know that?” the words left his lips softly as he brought a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin delicately, as if he was holding a prized piece of art in the palm of his hand.

Which you were, in his eyes, that is. 

And you knew that. Because Jason Grace was never one to shy away from the way he loved you. He loved you not loudly, but quietly, deeply. Yes, indeed he’d tell you verbally that he loves you countless times each day, but he’d also tell you with the way he was gazing at you, the way he was holding you.

The way he loved you like it was his sole purpose of living.

“I do,” you nodded, your lips slowly curving into a light-tipped, though slightly bashful by the way you felt your cheeks flaring. “But,” you leaned forwards, lips right next to his ear, “did you know that you are too?” then you pulled back, head tilting in question.

You tried to hide your smile at the sight of the blush that overtook his pale skin. How you wanted to snap a picture of it and keep the image in your heart forever…

“Yes, love.” he mumbled, shyly, though instead of withdrawing from you in embarrassment, he pulled you even tighter to him in a firm, yet comforting grip. “I do know.” one of his hands slid into the strands of your hair, lightly massaging it just the way you liked it.

You sighed a long breath of air, seemingly melting into his arms at the action, your cheek resting on his broad shoulder.

Moments—whether it’s been five minutes or an hour of standing there wrapped in each other’s arms— later, you craned your neck up to meet his eyes, which were already on you, “What do you want to do today?” It was the weekend, meaning you had no work to bother either of you today.

“Well…” he released a breath, mulling over the question in his head, and you saw the answer popping up like a lightbulb in his head even before he raised a brow at you, his lips pulling to a boyish smile. “I think I have an idea.”

Your eyes narrowed in question, “What?” a hint of a smile blooming on your own lips at the scheming glint in his eyes.

The question goes unanswered, not verbally, at least. Instead, Jason placed his hands on your shoulders and lightly steered you to take a seat on the plush couch whilst he remained standing. 

His lips curled to a soft smile. Leaning down to place a kiss to your crown, he told you to, “Wait here.” and ventured over to the backyard of your house, sparing you another one of those scheming glances of his over his shoulder.

You twisted around on your seat, your gaze trailing over him until he disappeared behind the back door. Turning back to sit properly on the sofa, you waited, a small spark of intrigue and anticipation blooming in your chest.

About fifteen minutes later, Jason came back, the smile returning to his lips at the sight of you. He approached you, holding his hand out, which you took, and you let him pull you onto your feet and lead you to the backyard.

The sunlight greeted your presence, following you with every step that you took further outside as it shone down on you, as though the bed of grass under your feet was a stage and the sunlight was a spotlight of your own. 

You wondered if it was merely a coincidence or that Apollo had something to do with it.

Jason turned to you and asked, “Do you trust me?” to which you answered immediately with a nod of your head. You trusted him more than you do yourself.

You gasped in surprise as, in one swift movement, you felt him sliding a hand on your waist and lifted you in his arms bridal-style. Out of instinct, your arms slid around his neck. “Jase,” you chuckled breathlessly.

A knowing smile curved your lips, you had an idea where this was going.

Amusement glittered in his eyes, “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” he told you, and you did so, tightening your hold around him. And sure enough, he kicked off the ground and flew up, up, up to the rooftop, the movement emitting a small squeal from you, your eyes closing as a gust of wind hit your face.

You’d never get used to it, you thought.

From your right ear, you heard Jason chuckle, “You can open your eyes now.” he said, setting you down to your feet, a gentle hand on your lower back to steady you.

Opening your eyes, you were welcomed with the beautiful view of the blue picnic blanket laid out neatly in the middle of the terrace. The blanket was adorned with random things, such as two books of different titles, Jason’s sketchbook, sunscreen, and a small picnic basket.

You turned to Jason, “Jase…” you trailed off. What more could you say? You were sure the wondrous look on your face said more than you ever could. “This is…” It was so simple, yet it was way more than anything you could've asked for.

“Do you like it?” he asked, you were surprised at the lilt of nervousness that threaded in that question. “I remembered one of our first few dates– the second, I think, I took you on a picnic on Valentine’s Day, and then we just spent the whole day watching the clouds. I thought we could do it again today.”

You remembered that as well, the memory flashed through your mind; when you were both all but sixteen, knowing barely a thing about love, but the feeling of safety around each other was what kept you together.

You couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence as a reply, still too stunned. So all you did was cup his cheek and pressed your lips to his and hoped that he understands the things you wanted to say without verbalising it.

He did. He always has. 

He returned your kiss, lips slotting softly onto yours like lock and key. 

Seconds later, your lips parted, though your eyes stayed closed, foreheads pressed together as you took the time to just silently enjoy each other’s presence.

As you both pulled back, he smiled once more and led you to the picnic blanket and you both sat down—it was padded underneath, you realised— the sun warming your skin comfortingly as you started your day with more kisses.

And just a little more while you read together. And more as you gazed at the clouds above and pointed out the random shapes, lining them with wherever your imagination takes you  (“No see, that one looks like a potato.” you pointed out, squinting your eyes under the sun’s glare, while Jason just laughed and agreed with you.)

And maybe even more after that, but who knows…

𝜗℘ j's added notes: this one has been sitting in my drafts for a month—unedited— until now,,,, everybody say thank you to the coffee i drank bcs if it weren't for that this would've been locked in the drafts forever🤗🤗 i hope you enjoyed it💗

[mrsjgrace]

soft hands | j. grace

— in which... upon your observation of the dried callouses on his hands, jason lets you put on some lotion on his hands <3

— contents: fluff. kissing. sparky pov. whipped!jason. (no like he's literally so in love w u)

✎ᝰ. j's letter... dedicated to the lovely fleur @pjxcksonswrd who always patiently listens to my endless yapping abt this man 💗😚 love u!!!

Cocooned in the warm confines of your bedroom, Jason and you, his beautiful lover, were curled up in the soft sheets of your bed, with his back leaned against the headboard, and you, laid comfortably against his broad chest, your cheek smushed in the way he could only describe as adorable.

Soft was the smile on his scarred lips as he glanced down at you, one hand perched around your waist while the other was in your hold. 

Shifting his gaze back towards your face, his smile widened just a bit as he caught onto the little crease between your brows as you stared down at his hand, much like you were inspecting it, contemplation written in your eyes. “What is it?” he asked, quiet enough to not break the peaceful atmosphere.

It wasn’t the first time he’d caught you staring at his hands intently, thoughtfully. Be it during sparring, during breakfast at the Mess Hall, back when you were still at Camp Jupiter, even now, he’d always caught you staring, and each time, you’d have the same expression on your face. 

Thoughtful, contemplative.

Your reply was a mere hum, at first, gaze still onto his calloused hand. Just as he thought that would be your only response, you continued, “Can I put lotion on your hands?” a ghost of a cheeky smile crossed your lips, matching with the hopeful glint in your eyes.

He blinked. 

Oh, so that’s why. 

A disbelieving laugh bubbled up from his chest as he held you even tighter, an adoring look shining in his electric blue irises. Shaking his head, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. 

As he pulled back, with his wide smile visible, your own lips stretched into a wide—albeit slightly confused judging by the arching of your brows— smile, a soft laugh spilling from your lips, joining his own. “What?” you tilted your head, chuckling.

Gods, if he could paint the heavenly sight before his eyes…

“No- it’s just-” he shook his head again, shoulders still shaking from his laughter, “I’ve always wondered why you’ve always stared at my hands so intently,” his hand that was in your hold lifted to cup your jaw, his thumb caressing your jawline. “I didn’t know that was the reason.”

You hummed, turning your head ever so slightly to brush a soft kiss to the inside of his palm. “I mean, I’ve thought about it for a while, ‘cause your hands have callouses on them, and that they tend to hurt when your hands are dry,” you confessed, “so I’ve been wanting to ask you, but I didn’t know if you’d want the smell of my lotions on your hands.”

His eyes softened, his laughs subduing. I’m dead, he thought internally, eyes still locked onto yours, I've died and went to Elysium. And this woman is an angel.

After a moment of just staring at one another in silence, and him still very much baffled, he realized that you were still looking into his eyes, a silent question glinting in your beautiful gaze. 

Snapping himself out of his stupor, he forced his mind to turn back to the present, “Of course you can, sweetheart.” he told you, “You could if you want,” 

Truth be told, he would jump into the depths of the Tartarus itself for you if you asked him to, if it meant that he’d get to see that sweet, radiant smile of yours for the rest of his days.

The feeling of victory that he felt from his countless accomplishments from before could never compare to the one he felt now. Seeing the wide grin that stretched your lips, the way your eyes crinkled with your brightened features. The way you glowed like the sun.

It was everything to him.

“Okay,” you sat up excitedly, though his arms slipped around your waist to keep you on his lap. You reached for the lotion you kept on the nightstand. Clearing your throat, you put your other hand out, “May I see your hands, kind sir?” you questioned, your tone flared dramatically.

He couldn’t keep the amused smile on his lips, nor the adoration in his eyes away if he tried.

Going along with your theatrics, he removed his arms from your waist and gingerly placed one of his hands in yours, “Here you go, my love.” he replied with what he hoped was the same flare you used. 

He found his eyes lingering on your face and expressions rather than your joined hands. 

Not at the way you held his hand so gently as you pumped a few blob of lotion—that smelled faintly of vanilla, he noted— onto the back of his palm and began to spread them around the dried skin.

At you. Just you.

More specifically, at the little furrow in between your brows as you rubbed the lotion into his hands with concentration. At the way your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth. At your eyes that were narrowed just slightly.

You repeated the same treatment on his other hand. “There.” you finally said, placing the bottle of lotion back to its previous spot on the nightstand. And with that, you shuffled around to lay on his chest like you had before, his arms instinctively slipping around your waist, a relaxed sigh falling from your lips.

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his cheeks blooming with colour when you lifted your head and pressed your lips to his softly in response before you curled yourself further into his embrace.

𝜗℘ j's added notes — did this idea sparked (heh, sparked) bc i've stared at my dry ass hands for too long and secretly wished to have someone– ahem, jason– to lovingly put lotion on my hands? no (yes)

© jjsblueberry | i do not consent for my works to be reposted, copied, translated.

[mrsjgrace]

𝒜nd baby, i'm so terrified of if you ever walk away...

... i'd never walk cornelia street again .𖥔 ݁

[mrsjgrace]

i had a feeling so peculiar...

𝒥o ꕮ ִ ۫ @jjsblueberry

jason grace's love. avid coffee consumer. aspiring author. flowers obsessed. winter fairy. tea lover. the most hopeless romantic girl you've ever known. poetry and prose lover. music enthusiast. athena's most romantic daughter. english literature & history nerd.

this pain wouldn't be for evermore...