#jason grace angst

[mmavverickk]

anyway have any of you ever thought about how Jason was raised by wolves and then an army and told he had to be the best so he became the best, made himself the best using his experiences and power, who has to prove himself time and time again to the people who made him, and then he meets Percy Jackson who, with almost none of Jason’s training, without having been raised and molded into a leader, is better than him

Percy Jackson, who had a childhood, who had a mom, who seems all the better for it. Jason can finish his quests and missions and get a pat on the back and congratulations for bringing honor to the Legion and nothing else because that’s what’s expected of him, while Percy gets hugs and cookies and tears of relief and so much love because people had been hoping he’d succeed, not because it meant victory, but because it meant he'd live.

all of the things Jason’s gone through to make him that perfect leader and soldier feel like they were all for nothing because he looks at Percy Jackson and sees that perfect leader and soldier and none of the things that made Jason good are what made him great

[demigods-posts]

currently thinking about how percy attempted to end his life by suffocating himself underwater near the argo ii. but jason disrupted it and saved his life. then months later. jason was killed on a boat surrounded by water. and it just so happened to be on a quest that percy turned down.

[goblinwithartsupplies]

Jason went on a solo quest when he was younger. Camp Jupiter was so proud that their little son of Jupiter was getting his own quest

. He helped Jupiter’s sacred Eagles. He loved those eagles, they visited him on occasion. A huge basilisk was threatening their nesting grounds. Jason killed it all by himself.

The camp saw Jason’s quest as a great success. He was victorious and came back with the basilisk’s fang as a prize.

The camp didn’t see Lichtenberg scars running down his back that Jupiter gave him because one of the eagles was injured. The only reason Jason was able to physically move was because Juno healed his wounds.

But the scars would be permanent.

The seven assumed the scars were from Jason’s powers.

But Percy and Annabeth know.

Thalia never had scars from using her powers

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I Am My Mother's Daughter

content: jason grace x daughter of hera! reader fic warning: pure pure unredeemable angst author's note: poor you, you already know how this one ends...

"jason, i don't feel good about this quest," you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself as you paced the zeus cabin. jason frowned, looking over his shoulder from his seat at his desk.

"why? what's up, honey?" jason probed but you just chewed at your nails in response, "c'mon, talk to me."

"i- i just- i have a bad feeling. like, here, right here, and it's so so deep, jase, and i can't shake it," you finally let out, shoving your hands into your chest pointedly. you stopped, closing your eyes and taking a few calming breaths.

"i'll be okay. you know me. i'm good at not dying," jason teased, standing up and making his way towards you. with every step closer, the tension in your shoulders was slowly letting up and you were starting to shrink. jason set one hand against your waist and the other cupped your cheek, which you nuzzled into without thinking.

"but-...what if...?" you let your question hang in the air, not willing to speak the words into existence. saying it makes it real, which was the last thing you wanted.

"y/n, look at me," jason ordered and you instantly darted your eyes up, locking them with his electric blue ones.

"i'm coming back. i've gotta come back. you wanna know why? i've got you waiting for me. looking all pretty, undoubtably," jason started and you breathed out a laugh, which widened jason's smile just the slightest bit, "i'm going to come back. and we're going to get a nice ring and im going to propose and we're going to get married. and your mom is going to be so, so happy."

"yes, her champion and only daughter, finally married. she's gonna scream," you cut in, smiling at the scene jason was playing out for you. his thumb was rubbing against your cheek and his hold was just so soft. he made it easy to fall in love with him, you thought fleetingly.

"oh, she'll be overjoyed. a union between jupiter and hera? best of the best, surely. then we'll go to school and move to new rome like you always wanted. and we'll have all the kids you want and then we can grow old. most importantly, we're doing all of that together. because im coming back," continued jason, nearly getting lost in the daydream as well. he rested his forehead against yours, relishing in the fact that he had you and you had him. as he pulled away following a small peck, you pressed your lips to the palm of his hand.

"promise?" you asked, hesitantly. you wanted to believe in his fantasies - really, you did - but it was hard to suspend reality like that.

"on the river-"

"no, no, not that one! just...just a normal promise," you begged, your hand shooting up and clutching the wrist of the hand that was pressed to your cheek.

"okay, okay. i promise. on our future. how's that?" he offered and strangely enough thunder rolled outside, drawing both of your eyes.

"storms coming," jason explained away, quickly, to ease your racing thoughts.

"you'd know, wouldn't you, weather boy?" you teased, attempting your best lighthearted smile. jason laughed softly, rolling his eyes before looking at you with a fondness you'd only ever seen from him.

"ha, ha, very funny. you've been spending too much time with percy, princess," he mused, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you giggled.

"duh! you know i love percy! and le-" you cut yourself off, your smiling slipping at the thought of the boy. you cleared your throat, knowing jason had it worse from the way his muscles tensed and he froze. instantly, you muttered an apology to his skin, followed by soft kisses. jason shook it off rather quickly, pressing a solid kiss to your cheek.

"...can i pack for you?" you asked, softly, and jason smiled at you in the way he always did.

"of course, honey. you always know what to pack for me. oh, and spray your perfume in there again. that was nice on the last quest," jason hummed, taking your hand before twirling you around in cabin one, your giggles filling him with a joy he was sure couldn't be measured.

and then that dreaded day came. you had spent the night in the zeus cabin, chrion and mr. d be damned, as you refused to leave jason's side. every day, the feeling just kept growing and spreading through your body. you've felt diagnosed it as dread but you had a feeling will would say its something different...something like preemptive grief. you squeezed jason so tight he teased you about it endlessly. and you'd laugh, but with every minute that ticked by and every breath jason breathed, you couldn't help but think that every single one would be the last.

"i'll see you later?" jason offered as the two of you stood on the steps of the zeus cabin.

"you'd better," you hissed out, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and burying yourself into the crook of his neck. jason couldn't help but respond similarly, his hold around your waist bone crushing and the sprawling of his hands over your back bring you less comfort than they usually did.

"i love you so, so, so much, jason grace. please, gods, be safe. and come home. just come home," you muttered into his skin, praying to every god you could name in your head, hoping they were feeling gracious and kind.

"i love you more than i can think to put into words, y/n l/n. im coming home, it's already written by the fates. they'd have to do more than a measly quest to tear us apart. i still have to marry you, princess," jason hummed into your cheek before planting a kiss there, followed by a solid kiss to your lips. a desperate kiss, a kiss that was the pinnacle of love, a kiss that was also a promise. a sealing and final kiss, the kind you'd see from lovers before travel or before war. a kiss that said all the feelings you couldn't put into words.

nico watched this from a distance, watched as you held jason's hand as long as you could before you couldn't reach anymore and yours hands were pulled apart. he watched as you stood outside cabin one, your hands curled over your heart like you were protecting it and tears steadily pouring out of your eyes. he watched as jason sniffed away his own tears, determined to be the strong one out of the two of you. and he couldn't help but feel a tiny drop in his stomach. like something bad was bound to happen. he had fleeting thoughts of jason looking like bianca and you looking like a younger him. but he was quick to crunch these under his combat boots. because that would make him percy.

in hindsight, nico had wished he'd given those thoughts more time to fester. allowed the possibility to grow mold in the back of his mind. give him time to think about how to deal with a situation like that - no, no, a situation like this. it was happening, nico was watching it in real time. jason grace, the son of jupiter and lover of the daughter of hera, was dying, was dead. and there was nothing he could do. no plan he could make and no trick to pull to make it all go away. no, jason grace's fate was sealed the moment he lost his hold on y/n's hand.

so, when nico walked into camp with out jason grace, he wasn't all that surprised to see you outside cabin one. he could almost believe that you hadn't moved an inch since they left but he could tell that wasn't true from the fact that you were in different clothes. jason's clothes, to be specific. the same clothes that jason always bragged smelled like his lovely girlfriend. his girlfriend, who's gentle heart nico was about to break - shatter, destroy, whatever you want to call it. you knew before nico even reached you, already crying with your clasped hands still protectively held over your heart.

"y/n-"

"he's not coming home...is he?" you managed to choke out, your eyes locked on nico as your lips wobbled and tears began to smear your vision. nico hung his head, shaking it gently.

"i'm sorry," he whispered but it got lost in your sobs. you fell to your knees, thudding against the porch outside that damned zeus cabin. you were trying, desperately, to get words out but the only thing that managed to escape from your mouth were cries. horrid, horrid sounds of just pure heartbreak and grief. you were rocking yourself, knowing you had to calm down but struggling to find it in yourself to want to. nico was on the ground with you in seconds, hesitating before shooting forwards with his hands, awkwardly fumbling about until they found a soothing pattern on your back.

and nico felt the urge to apologize to percy. yes, he'd been a child when percy broke the news of his sister to him but...now he knew what it felt like. and it was a pain that nico was sure was immeasurable. how percy ever looked nico in the eye again, he wasn't sure.

months passed and things changed, but never your grief. you felt it every single damn day. but, you didn't show it. you pulled yourself back up and only cried in the privacy of your cabin. cabin one would be cleared out, removed of jason's bed and jason's desk, ready for the next poor doomed child of zeus. you clung tightly to jason's dreams, ensure they were still achieved. you fought for alters for minor gods, helping with planning and placement. you ensured the divide between camp jupiter and camp half blood was nonexistent, visiting both regularly. and at the end of every day, you'd cry up in bed and you'd just cry. you'd cry, and cry, and cry until you tuckered yourself out like an infant and fell asleep. and then you'd do it all over again.

"y/n? you home?" called a familiar voice, followed by some slightly patterned knocking against her door. a smile tugged at the voice, leaning forwards to watch the newly back to life son of hephaestus walk in.

"hey, leo, what's up, hon?" you asked, softly, from your curled up position in one of the many fancy lounge chairs in your cabin. leo attempted to offer you a wide smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as he plopped down into a seat of his own. he pressed his fingers into his forehead, rubbing at it like he was troubled.

"y/n...this is going to seem cruel, i think, but i- i can't keep it anymore. it's eating me up inside. i tried throwing it away but i just- i just dug it back out again," leo panickily rambled, leaning forwards in his seat as his chest started to heave. within seconds, you were crouching beside the boy, rubbing his back comfortingly and smiling softly at him.

"it's okay, we're okay. whatever it is, i can take it," you told leo, who shook his head.

"no, no, i shouldn't have- gods, this sucks. he sucks for putting us in this position," leo bit out, bitterly, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, which you were quick to discourage and push back against.

"i agree," you added, locking eyes with leo's tearfilled ones.

"it's not fair."

"i also agree with that one," you continued and leo smiled the slightest bit before sighing and reaching into his pocket and grasping something firmly in his hand, turning his body towards you.

"he...he had me make this. something about not wanting anyone else to do it. we worked together on this for months because-...because it was never perfect enough for him, for you. but...he finally liked it. right before gaea and all that shit. he was...he was just waiting for the perfect moment. im...yeah, im sorry," leo ranted, slowly uncurling his hands and presenting you with an engagement ring. and it was perfect and beautiful and all a girl could ever ask for. and it was painful and heartbreaking and stood for a marriage that would never exist now that he was gone. but you couldn't help but smile as your shaking hands gently took it from leo's palm, sliding it onto your ring finger. naturally, with how well jason knew you, it fit like a glove.

"thank you, leo. this- this means a lot, thank you," you gasped out, crying while smiling at the boy and grasping his hand with your now ring adorn one.

"im sorry," he whispered out, crying with you. you shook your head at him, giving his hands a tight squeeze.

"don't be," you basically ordered and leo just nodded before takign his sniffling leave. you gave him a box of tissues to take with him, refusing to take 'no' for an answer. you also ordered him to spend lunch with you next week, so you guys could talk, maybe get piper to come too. maybe even all of them.

but, that evening, for the first time in a while, you went to bed without crying. you went to bed with your right hand resting right over your heart, right where you carried your sweet son of jupiter, right where he lived on.

the cold metal of your ring warmed in seconds from the pure love that radiated from that spot. not just your love, but the love jason left behind for you, left to course and beat through your heart. to lovingly haunt your soul until you joined him down below.

[slices-of-naranja]

I desperately need to organize my thoughts but if I don’t get this out now I will forget it, so take some vague circular incoherent ramblings about Jason motherfucking Grace.

Jason Grace has this weird kind bluntness about him that I desperately need to study. He’s so normal in a fucked up way. Almost regular. Almost an Average Kid. Brutally honest and kind and pragmatic. He wakes up on a bus with no memory, holding hands with a girl, and he’s immediately like “What the fuck. Who are you people. Where am I. Who am I?” Doesn’t even try to play along to figure out what’s happening.

One of the first things he says to Leo is “You’re weird.” Just “You’re weird.”

Jason is judgy as fuck!! Like!! Such a judgmental motherfucker!!! “If Leo is his best friend, then his life is seriously messed up.” Like!!! What the fuck!!! Be nicer to the man you fall madly in love with!!!

He sees Mean Kid (monster) Dylan and immediately goes “fuck that dude.” (“Jason hated him instantly.”) He even mentally makes fun of the guy’s outfit!!! And he roasts the shit out of Dylan’s fucking shiny ass teeth!! He sees two girls being mean to Piper and he literally, despite not knowing where he is or why he’s there, tries to fight them!! And Leo is the only thing holding him back from immediately throwing hands!!

Mr. “I can’t even take Leo out for burgers bc he’ll set the restaurant on fire.” After the 1 (one) time Leo gets too excited and bursts into flame. (Leo not being able to control his powers as a consequence of finally starting to use them after years of repression is something i WILL be talking about another time)

Jason is a judgy, brutally honest bitch. Like, he’s kind and good natured and strong. But years of being raised by wolves, strict deadly Romans, and being praetor have made him a little bit harsh. Rough around the edges. Just a bit off. This is the dude who was like “hm. Yeah I know Nico’s ur boy but… world is ending. So.” He’s been raised to be pragmatic. Make snap judgements. Be harsh. Be deadly. Like, reading his PoV is so different from the fandom characterization.

Jason is wittier, snappier, and wayyy more regular teenage boyish than I thought. He just has that Roman Demigod Edge to him… the part of him that was trained to scream “MONSTERS! MIST! MAGIC! DANGER!!!” even when he had no memory. I need to study this boy so badly. He’s fucking fascinating.

Bc for all his judgement, he grows so quickly attached to people. Like, it doesn’t take long for him to be fiercely loyal to Piper and Leo and Camp Halfblood. I think that’s because they accepted and loved an imperfect him, and while Expectations were still there, expectations he’s been haunted by his whole life, they’re lesser. Bc Piper and Leo don’t know shit fuck about the mythical world. And the rest of the seven are just as strong and capable as Jason, so he has no need to lead. I don’t know. Jason Grace drives me crazy. Marching to his destiny like a good little soldier. No other options for a son of Jupiter. Have to be strongest, have to be praetor, have to lead a legion-

He loves Nico like a best friend. He adores and admires Leo’s wit and talent and smarts, something that is mentioned a lot in his POV. (While also pointing out Leo’s bullshit.) He envies and admires Percy’s strength. He loves Piper’s brashness and heart. He loves them all. I don’t know. He’s quick to judge but he’s even quicker to change his mind. I forgot where I was going with this. Jason Grace has always been a hero at heart and a soldier since age 4 and I think that’s why some people think he’s boring. He’s trained to be serious and stuff. We don’t get to see him goof around very much, except for with Leo, and Leo does most of the goofs. And I would love to know who Jason Grace, judgmental pragmatic kindhearted bitch, would be if he just got to be a regular teenager.

And I think that’s why he loved camp Halfblood. It gave him half a chance at being half normal. What’s one more big three kid? There’s no strict orders or rules to follow or shape him there. But unfortunately, Jason, hero at heart, soldier since age 4, trained to be selfless, trained to give everything up for the greater good, was never going to get a happy ending. Never get a chance at what Percy Jackson found. Being a demigod kills people. And Jason was one from birth, to his very core.

I think part of him would be relieved, at that. Knowing that Percy Jackson, hero with a happy ending, is someone he will never be. Never overcome or surpass. Yeah, it’s the exact reason they’re rivals, too similar to not be compared, yeah it hurts his pride and goes against everything he was raised to be, and yeah he’s had a few silent breakdowns over it, but there’s relief in knowing he’d never win. Being in Percy’s shadow at Camp Halfblood means he can be out of the spotlight. Die a hero’s death while knowing there is no other option. There’s peace in that.

Anyway New Rome represents heteronormativity and Camp Halfblood is Jason figuring out he’s gay. I will not take criticism.

[my--moon]

WAIT! why did I jusr figuire out requests are open? If it’s ok with you, can I request Jason x female reader (daughter of Eros) and it’s making up with one another after an argument which was mainly consisting of reader being slightly jealous and was afraid Jason would leave because she has severe abandonment issues? Thank you! (Also, I always love your aesthetics)

❝ A Thousand Times Prettier ❞

Pairing; Jason Grace X Fem!Reader (Child of Eros) Warning; Fluff, Angst, Comfort! So sorry if your name is Maddie :( Y/n's also a little bitch at the start A/N; Aunty Juno's got an idea. . . I LOVE THIS IDEA, sorry if your name is Maddie btw

What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double? (Y/N) thought to herself.

That little bitch Maddie Prescott. Child of Apollo, is she now? So prissy and perfect! With perfect golden locs that shimmered down her back, rosy cheeks and thick glossy lips! Such a... fucking slut!

You couldn't help but hate her... Actually why did you hate her again?

Maddie didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't a bitch, brat or a slut. She was just failing at training and asked Jason to help her out or give her some tips. She wasn't flirting with him or being seductive in any way.

But (Y/N) couldn't help but feel jealous. Was this lady trying to take Jason away? No. No. No. No. No! Too many people have left, she couldn't lose another!

(Y/N) sat in the Zeus cabin. Sitting on a beanbag, flicking through a magazine Piper had given her. Grumbling over how pathetic a certain Apollonian was.

The cabin door opened up, Jason walked in with a bit of dirt on his face from the training grounds. “Hey, hun. Whatcha reading?”

His smile was sweet and gentle, he was never a rude man towards (Y/N). Not ever! But (Y/N) was still mad.

“A magazine.” She replied flatly, keeping her hard gaze on the pictures. Something about the latest scandal on Olympus.

“Ooo, anything interesting, dear?” Jason asked, wiping the dried blood off his chin and taking off his boots.

“No.” A cold reply came out of (Y/N). Jason thought she didn't mean the first cold reply, but a second one? That wasn't like his lover.

“You.. You alright?” He asked, hesitantly walking towards the daughter of Eros. (Y/N)'s cold gaze glanced up from the magazine.

“Oh I'm fine. Maybe you should go and hang out with the Prescott girl, hm? Maybe she'll be nicer than me.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. “Who?” He asked confused. “Wait, Maddie?”

“Yea, considering she's got all your attention lately, just go off and love her! I know you want to.” The child of Eros replied with a icy glare.

“Babe, what?” Jason was dumbfounded. “Why would I love Maddie? She's just been needing help with her training, I don't love her.”

(Y/N) looked him up and down with a glare. “Mhm. And I'm Hera's concubine.” She said sarcastically.

“Don't mention Hera, I've had a long day, I don't want to hear about her.” Jason groaned in annoyance at the mention of her.

“And I don't want to hear about Maddie either. But that's all I hear!” (Y/N) added, with a scowl on her face.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

She didn't want to look at Jason. She wanted to be and at him, but he had done nothing wrong; why was she so upset then?

“No.” A defiant response answered from (Y/N)'s lips.

“Look at me, honey.” Honey, a nickname that made her melt. Especially when it came from a lover of hers.

(Y/N) reluctantly looked up and stared back at Jason, who had a hard expression. “Why are you so mad at Maddie?”

Tears threatened to spill from (Y/N)'s eyes. Her eyes went glassy and her lips turned down in a pout. “She's a bitch, that's why.”

“What's she done to be called a bitch?” Jason asked back. A quirked eyebrow dawned on his face. “(Y/N). Answer me.”

(Y/N) didn't want to answer. “...”

“Honey.”

“...”

“Dear.”

“...”

“Sweetheart.”

“...”

“Babe, c'mon,” Jason sighed. Her defiance was annoying. “Just tell me.”

A tear ran down her cheek and slid down her throat. “She's taking you away I just know it.” Her voice was still angry and her body was curled up in a ball.

“Are you jealous?” The son of Jupiter asked gently.

“No! I'm not jealous! I'm a child of Eros, not a pathetic.. jealous.... mortal.” (Y/N) hissed out.

“Why are you even jealous of her? You're a thousand times prettier than her!” Jason bit back. His words made more tears spill from her eyes.

A silence filled the room, muffled sobs from (Y/N) were the only present sound.

“Do you want a cuddle?”

The Jupiter son asked, which the child of Eros didn't verbally answer to—but she did get up from her seat and bury herself in his chest.

Jason caressed her hair and held her tightly against him. Comforting her as she sobbed. She hated feeling abandoned, and he knew that.

But he was loyal to her, why would he leave a girl that he saw as a goddess?

[your-honor-im-zesty]

idk maybe it's just me but i've always wondered how thalia behaved towards zeus after she found out jason was alive. did she resent him? did she despise him, knowing that every time they interacted with each other, her father had kept the knowledge of her baby brother's existence from her? did she despise all of the gods for doing it? did she hold a grudge? if she and zeus met after the lost hero- did they ever bring it up? talk about it? did she yell at him?

and how did this impact their relationship, specifically after jason's death?

[myfanficideas]

I think we all forget Jason Grace is canonically younger than Percy Jackson yet was trained to be a child soldier for much longer.

Where is my Jason Grace angst?

[apollosfavkiddo]

⛧° you promised you’d come back

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: jason grace x pluto!fem!reader blurb

warnings: angst, not a happy ending, interrupted friends to lovers, death of character, really short.

a/n: i know, i know, i have to post the leo fic first. whatever?? i wrote this late night in the hospital in my phone and i cried, so you’re gonna read it and cry too. this one doesn’t even have wc or song cause i literally left it just like i wrote. shits really short. good luck 🫡

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

You didn’t have any news on how the damn quest was going.

No Iris message. No letter. Absolutely no indication that your best friend was still alive. lt was a mix of emotions together, but especially fear.

Fear that maybe he wasn’t alive anymore. Maybe he had finally succumbed to one of those damned quests that your parents put you through, because somehow, they can’t do it on their owns.

But you had to cling to the small light of hope that was alive and that he was okay. After all, he promised you he’d come back.

“Of course i’ll come back, y/n/n. I always do.”

And maybe when you do came back, you thought, i’m finally be able to tell you how much i love you.

But all that hope was completely and totally crushed down the moment that Nico came to your apartment, along with Lester, Meg and Piper.

All of them had a dark and intense gaze, but especially Nico.

You obviously knew about the growing friendship that Jason had with the younger boy. Gods, Jason even talked about him like an older brother talks about his baby sibling.

And that’s when you knew. That’s when it hit you, that’s you’d never see Jason again.

“Y/n… can i come in?” Nico asked, his voice cracked. He instantly cleared his throat and stand up straight, swallowing a lump. “I mean- we. Can we come in?”

You just nodded, the tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Hm… Im really sorry to say this, Y/n, but… Jason didn’t make it. Caligula, he-“ Apollo - Jason’s half brother, cause nothing could be better - said, but you interrupted him with a raise of your hand.

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to come all the way here to talk to me about this. You have a quest to continue, i get it. You can go now.” You said, your voice trying to sound firm and certain.

“Y/n, are you-“ Piper said, reaching out a hand to you.

“Yes.” You said, taking a step back away from her. You and Piper never had the best relationship, and you just thought that she was the last person you’d want around in a moment like this - the girl who first killed Jason. “I’m fine. Really.”

You tried to sound reassuring, but Nico quickly caught in your facade. He cleared his throat again and looked back at the trio behind him. “It’s fine.” He said, and they finally backed off.

Meg was the only one who didn’t. She achtualmy took a step forward and pulled you in to a hug. She was a few inches shorter than you, so it was hard for her, but the hug was very appreciated. You quickly reciprocated, and she finally pulled away. She had puffy eyes and a pout on her lips.

“I’m sorry about him. I know you were close.” She said in a whisper, only to both of you hear, and you smiled. She was sweet. You nodded and whispered back a small ‘thank you’. And then, they finally left.

When you closed the door, you immediately broke into sobs. Your brother was quick to cradle you into his arms, and you just sobbed.

Not that far after, you felt his body also shaking. You didn’t think you ever saw Nico cry, but this was understandable, at least. He was his best friend. He was the best friend to both of you.

“W-why, Nico? It’s- it’s not fair! He’s- he was too young, he-“ You groaned as you sobbed into Nico’s old jacked, damping it completely. Bit you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when that happened.

He nodded, caressing your back.

He was gone. Jason was gone. Your Jason. Your best friend. The man you were in love with. The person that you grew to admire, looking up to how kind, generous and intelligent he was.

Your favorite person. Your soulmate.

In the end, all that’s left is a broken promise, a crossed heart and a shattered soul.

[astronomoney]

Y’all… I have a Jason Grace x Roman!reader fic set in New Rome before lost hero in the works but I can’t decide if I want it to be fluffy or angsty because tbh it could go either way

It can either be really really cute or I can make it absolutely soul crushingly sad

[mmavverickk]

mmmmm annabeth abandonment issues vs. jason abandonment issues. both tossed aside as children, both raised at camp, both become leaders. but annabeth got a family out of it. first she had thalia and luke. then percy and grover.

jason had reyna, for a while. had leo and piper, for a while. but ultimately jason remained alone. and while annabeth grew with her found family, jason died separated from his.

[storywriter007]

I Won't - Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n is done being jason's last resort

warnings: cursing, suggestive, emotional turmoil

genre: angst

word count: 858

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y/n felt someone knock on her cabin door. she peeked outside to see someone that made her stomach drop. nevertheless, she opened the door.

“jason? are you alright? what’re you doing here, it’s past midnight.” she asked.

this wasn’t the first time jason had shown up at odd hours in the night. 

on the surface, y/n and jason were friends. friends who got along because they were forced to hangout with one another so much. but somehow, every time they hung out, it always ended the same. y/n waking up next to a man who was hot hers.

“yeah, i’m fine i guess. piper and i broke up.” he sighed.

y/n felt bad, of course, but honestly, they were on and off all the time. they broke up every two weeks, would go without each other for a week, and then they would be back together. it was a never ending cycle. it’s easy to infer where jason ended up every time they broke up.

she let him in.

“i’m sorry.” she said, patting his back. “is it like permanent? you’re not getting back?” 

she knew that might’ve sounded harsh, but it was true.

“she said she’s ‘fucking done’ with me. we had this whole stupid fight, and she just ended it.” he explained. “i’ve never seen her so angry.”

“maybe she’ll change her mind? she could’ve just been stressed about something else.” y/n comforted, knowing her words were daggers that only stabbed her.

she really liked jason. like head over heels. sure, he’s a hero, and that made everyone want him, but what y/n loved about jason was who he was. a smart, kind, and caring man. she loved him, not what he had accomplished. but here she was, assuring him another girl would come back to him.

“maybe.” he agreed. 

a moment of silence passed between the two. 

“but, it kind of got me thinking about you.” he started.

y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“what do you mean?” she asked.

“it got me thinking about how you’ve always been there for me.” he continued, leaning in so that he was barely inches away from y/n. “how long we’ve being doing..this.”

“where are you going with this jason?” she asked, her heart feeling heavy.

“if me and piper are really done, i think we should give you and me a shot.” he said, in a low, husky tone.

they were about to kiss. was y/n’s dream finally coming true? had jason finally realized she loved him? or was he just looking for a replacement. his words repeated in her head, and the more they played over, the louder another thought became: she was his second choice.

“jason.” she said.

“hm?”

she wanted to kiss him, she really did. but she held it back.

“you’re fucking insane if you think that’s how you win me over.” she spat coldly, getting up.

“y/n, i wasn’t trying to-“

“no, shut up jason! you were trying. you knew what you were doing, coming here every time you and piper broke up!” she said, anger filling her voice. “you knew that i liked you. you knew that i would do anything just for two minutes of your attention. you knew that i’d let you touch me because i was so desperate for you to say you felt someway about me!”

“how was i supposed to know? you never told me anything!” he argued, standing up.

“maybe every time i let you fuck me should’ve been a clue!” she persisted. “i’m sick of being your second choice! im sick of being your fuck buddy whenever you can’t have piper! i’m sick of you hiding me! i won’t continue to be the girl you come to whenever you’re horny or in a bad place with piper! i won’t fucking do it!”

“if you never wanted to do this, all you had to do was say something. you know i would’ve never forced you.” he said, angrily.

“yes jason but what part of ‘i was so desperate for you to notice me’ do you not get?” she yelled.

he shook his head.

“you’re blaming me for the fact that you decided to sleep with me.” he chuckled.

“i’m blaming you for toying with my emotions!” she shouted.

y/n composed herself, and realized jason was not worth all of this yelling and screaming. he was worth nothing but a goodbye.

“look jason, i’m done being your second choice. i won’t do that to myself because i don’t deserve it. don’t come to my cabin again, don’t talk to me for anything other than work, and don’t call me.” y/n finished. “you’re free to leave.”

he chuckled before making his way towards the door and leaving.

y/n took a minute to process what had just happened. and yes, she was upset she lost jason, but he was worth losing if his only interest in her was her body. six words echoed in her mind as she laid in the darkness.

i won't do this to myself

[lookingforsneha]

Okay but Noah Kahan's 'She calls me back' is so Jason and Piper coded. (HOO and TOA spoilers ahead!!)

Because like, firstly the whole theme about unrequited love. Because Jason still loved her after the break up, he felt empty after it. And he died for her too.

And so much of Jason's character revolved around death and sacrifice. Most of his life (before HOO) he grew up thinking all he was there for was to die, almost like the goal of his life was to die like a hero, in combat.

And him (during HOO) getting a girlfriend, him finding close friends, it feels like around that time, there was more to living than just the glorified idea of dying as a hero.

'I do not exist to die'

Although most of HOO is about them being the seven from the prophecy, of being the ones that would stop Gaea and all that, it's also about them bonding. Becoming a good team. And for Jason, a lot of it is new: he didn't exactly have friends before (except maybe Reyna?). And he's falling in love too (and I will fight anyone who says it's fake, because even if those memories were planted into their minds by Hera- still doesn't change the fact that they ended up liking eachother. They started to create their own memories- that was the point of their arc, to find out what they feel for eachother on their own and separate it from the memories Hera created)

So he starts finding new purpose- separating himself from who he was forced to be as Preator. He has more to live for now.

'I do not exist to die, but live to die while saving you'

And it just hits so hard when this line comes up because like, the Roman's literally trained him that all his life was worth was in the cohorts- what he could give to camp Jupiter. It was never a two way relation, like the Greeks, like when percy got lost, they sent out search parties- Jason got none of that, even with all he did for camp Jupiter, because they couldn't waste resources on just one guy or whatever.

So when he dies for Piper, it's like- it's worth it to him. Like, to him, this is the healthiest relationship he has had, it gives him more to live for- and by extension more to die for.

And then, Kacey Musgraves verse resonates so perfectly with Piper's Character too, because in it's essence its about the 'unrequited love' theme. She doesn't love him anymore, at least not romantically.

and then the ending with, 'all the pain I should have saved, oh I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps,' feels like it fits so perfectly with the whole thing where Piper says, "That we'd be together forever like Percy and Annabeth?"

(I feel like this is more concerned with the Fandom culture of hating Jason and Piper together just cause it's threatening to be like Percabeth, the fan fave. Rick Riordan eventually gives the audience what they want. But if you ignore Fandom culture and all of that, I think the love they shared held so much value. They had such a unique start, different problems: it was so interesting to read about how they navigate their problems. It's just the constant comparison to Percabeth: both in the book with the characters; and out of the book with Fandom culture. They were too afraid of being confined to the thought of being like Percabeth, that what they did build up was never given value. -but that's a discussion for another time-)

Anyway, I wanna hug Jason so bad rn, I can’t read this anymore and I feel like I can’t listen to this fantastic song anymore cause all I think of is Jason and how he deserved the world but got literally nothing.

I wanna write an essay about him :( and hug him.

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✮⋆˙ the purest expression of grief; jason grace x greek! reader blurb

content: jason grace x greek! reader blurb warning: ANGST I MEAN IT (im looking at you anon read the tags as to avoid crying in class...again!) no redeeming fluff we die like (jason) men- author's note: BACK TO BACK ANGST LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO i thought of this on the way to work and it would NOT leave me alone until i wrote it lmao. i also wrote this in thirty minutes but i neededddddddd to get all my thoughts out frfr i needed to share the wealth- er, well, the angst lamo. yall won't enjoy this one but i did!!

jason was roman and you were greek, is was basically written in the stars!!

you guys fell for each other, deeply and quickly. from the moment you guys shared a passionate conversation about which tea was the best before bed, sparks were flying. literally. jason was swatting them away with a shy smile and a heavy blush while you giggled. cutest meet cute to ever meet cute.

so, it was no surprised that you tagged along with jason on this quest. he even held his hand out to you, nodding his head like he had no doubt in his mind you'd follow.

and you did.

and you wished you didn't.

because now you held him in your arms; his bloody and broken body. you cradled him against you, despite nico's tug on your arms to get you to leave, despite the calls from your friends that you had to let him go and that you'd die if you stayed. despite all that, you held his body - which was rapidly fading into a corpse in description - against yours and you cried. no, cries didn't cover what was happening. you were the physical representation of grief. you were rocking gently, shaking as you brushed his hair away and fixed his shattered, and now useless, glasses.

"please, please, juno, save him. save your champion. save my boy, please."

it started as whispers, barely mutters, against his cold forehead. your greek tongue fought against every word but your soul was stronger. your soul that was tied to the dying roman.

"jupiter, save your son. please, im begging you."

it started to grow in volume, nico just barely hearing your words over the clash of his sword to protect you. he was eager to get you out of this place, this place that was tainted and stained with jason's death. but you wouldn't move, stronger than those greek marble statues that couldn't seem to be brought down.

"any of you, save him. mars, minerva, ceres, neptune, bellona, mercury. any of you, please hear my prayers and save him. venus...please. he- i love him. save my love, please."

you were starting to yell now, the words growing in size without your permission. you couldn't seem to stop and you couldn't seem to care. all that mattered is that they heard you. you and your greek voice, screaming and begging roman gods to hear your prayers. nico had finally gotten a good hold on you, your screams becoming the background noise to him tugging you from your dead lover. you fought against the son of hades, reaching out with your hand, your finger's just barely ghost over his own before nico tugged your further away.

"please, pluto, please take care of him. he's earned it, you know that, please."

you were screaming in nico's arms, your face turning red and puffy but it didn't matter anymore. none of it did. you'd never felt a grief quite like this and you were sure you'd never feel it again.

the loss of a love is a wound that never heals, a grief that has you doing crazy things.

like screaming the names of gods you didn't worship, the names of gods who were sure to push your greek prayers aside. gods who your lover gave his life for. gods who wouldn't care. gods who were foreign but yet oh so similar to your own.

[slices-of-naranja]

Jason Grace, doomed from conception, cursed from the second of his birth.

Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, nothing more.

Jason Grace, every achievement is just barely meeting expectations.

Jason Grace, living in the shadow of literal legends.

Jason Grace, born to be a martyr. Jason Grace, who never got any chance at being a teenager. Jason Grace, demigod to his very core, never knew a life that offered anything but burdens. Jason Grace, survive, figure it out, make it on your own, or die.

Jason Grace, a sacrifice since the moment his mother left him to the wolves.

Jason Grace, who did not hesitate to give up his life for the people who showed him what he could have been. Who would have died for them even if they didn’t.

Jason Grace, who didn’t deserve any of it. Who deserved so much more.

[my--moon]

Hiii<3

Hope ur having a great day!

can I get some Jason Grace x Reader fluff where the reader has some body image issues and doesn’t cope with them very well?

And can the reader be gender neutral? thank you<33

❝ Diet Culture ❞

Pairing; Jason Grace X GN!reader (Child of Hypnos) Warning; Please be wary before reading, there are so mentions of triggering topics. Mentions of body issues, diet culture, eating disorders and starving, angst and comfort. Yes I did base this fic of the songs “Diet Coke” and “Diet Culture” sue me! A/N; You gave me the power to write an angsty fic I will write an angsty fic (there's fluff I swear)

“Eat more” “Eat less” “You're too fat” “You're too skinny”

The constant struggle of beauty standards. Making young people ask themselves: “Am I too fat/skinny?” when they looked perfect.

(Y/N) fell victim to this curse of asking themselves if they look pretty enough for their lover, Jason Grace.

It was battle. Two sides; one side telling them to eat. One side tell them not to.

Struggling to figure out if regular or diet coke was better for them. Struggling to figure out if their figure matched the outfit. Struggling to look pretty compared to the others in their cabin.

One Tuesday morning, Jason walked into their cabin, trying to find his lover after a long day. He glanced over at a closed door, only a slither of the door was open. He could see (Y/N)'s figure.

Jason heard muffled whispers. Is someone else in there? He walked closer to the door, watching for anything through the crack of the door.

(Y/N) looked disheveled. Their hair was messy from a day of sleeping. Their shirt was oversized and the collar was slipping off their shoulder. They sat on their bed, looking at their build in the mirror.

(Y/N) groaned in displeasure, thinking to themself “i look disgusting..”, their stomach rumbled with hunger. (Y/N) reached for their bedside table draws.

Rummaging through the draws, they pulled out a pack of sugar free gum and a bottle of water that was half filled.

“Nothing feels as good as water on an empty stomach.. Right?” They said to themselves. As if trying to convince themselves that they weren't hungry.

The child of Hypnos chugged down the warm water and swallowed it with a gulp. They took out two pieces of gum and started chewing on it.

“Mm.. Strawberry.” They mumbled.

Jason's brows furrowed. Chewing gum to try and curb their hunger? I'm no doctor, but that's... That's not right... He thought to himself.

The son of Jupiter knocked on the door. He heard his lover scrambled to their feet and opened the door. Their face was smiling and happy, like they weren't on the verge of tears just a second ago.

“Hey! What's up? Did I sleep all day again?” They asked with a chuckle, obviously jokingly.

“Not really. Just 12:34pm right now.” Jason replied, walking into their room, spotting the empty bottle he saw them chug just a second ago.

“Oh, cool. Pretty early compared to last time..” (Y/N) chuckled softly, remembering the last time when they slept for 13 hours by accident.

“Mm.” He hummed, sitting down on their bed, opening his arms for (Y/N) to cuddle him. (Y/N) gladly accepted the hug and embraced him back.

The two laid on their backs, snuggling into the comfy navy blue blankets. Jason broke the comforting silence.

He knew it might've been risky to mention this but... “Hey, how was your day? You eat anything good?”

(Y/N) paused before answering, but Jason knew they were lying. “Yea, I had leftovers from dinner..”

“Love, did you really?”

(Y/N)'s original happy face faulted. “Yea, of course.” They lied.

“Honey... Can you tell me the truth?”

Tears threatened to spill from (Y/N)'s eyes. “I'm not lying, Jason.” They lied again. Jason shook his head.

“No, don't give me that bullshit. I saw what you did. Now I'll ask you again, okay? Did you eat today?”

“...” A tear ran down their cheek and slid down their throat. “N.. No.. Not today..”

“When was the last time you ate a decent meal?” Jason asked gently. Keeping a firm yet comforting grip on their waist.

“Yesterday.. At lunch.” (Y/N) muffled a sob. More tears ran down their cheeks. Jason's grip around them tightened.

“Shh shh.. Honey.. It's alright, okay?” Jason whispered to them. He wiped away their hot tears from their soft cheeks.

“Now, c'mon. If I get some food—some good food—will you eat it?” The son of Jupiter asked his lover.

“I'm not hungry...” (Y/N) choked out. Holding his wrists as his hands caressed their face.

“Please? Can you eat for me?” He asked again. “Please, honey..”

“...” (Y/N) gathered their composure and took a deep but shaky breath. “Alri.. Alright.”

“Thank you, honey.” Jason smiled softly at his lover. He kissed their temple and rested his forehead against their own. “I'm so proud of you. Y'know that, right?”

More tears slid down their cheeks. “I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I'm not perfect enough for you..” They sobbed.

“What in Hades name do you mean? You're more than perfect, my love.” Jason replied. (Y/N)'s glassy, teary eyes looked up, begging for reassurance.

“I am..? But I'm fat.. And yuck.” (Y/N) mumbled out, trying not to sob and cry more.

“No, you're not. Your body is perfect and beautiful. Who ever tells you otherwise is an idiot.” Jason countered.

(Y/N) let out a sad but true laugh at his words. Jason smiled back at the sight of their laughter.

“C'mon. Sit back down and I'll make you some proper, and good food for you to eat. And I'll be here. I'm never leaving you, okay?” Jason added.

“Remember that, honey. I'm always here for you.” He said with a soft smile.