#ta jason au? more like jason suffering and torringrace's unhealtiness ramped up to 11

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Cw: mentioned attempted execution, unhealthy relationships, branding and mentioned someone's arm getting cut off

Jason Grace is fifteen when he didn’t mean to join Saturn.

Well, Kronos too, apparently. Because Octavian was right, have always been right about the Greeks' existence and Jason have been lied to for months.

Jason Grace is fifteen, dating Saturn's general of all people and didn’t mean to betray his camp.

It was an accident, a photo that was not supposed to be found.

Everything from being called to the Principia and his arrest to almost getting executed and finding himself on Othrys has been a blur.

He doesn't remember shooting lightning at his preator like Alabaster have said he did.

He doesn't remember ever agreeing to swear fealty to Saturn.

Jason Grace is fifteen, with twelve lines of service and the symbol of the camp and father he let down on his arm, and a newly burnt scythe covering his back.

Funny, he thinks, as he sobs and writhes on the floor of Saturn's throne room while the son of Hecate murmurs sweet nothings with victory on his tongue.

His other brand never hurt this much.

Saturn's demigods greet him with barely hidden apprehension and hands on their weapons when his boyfriend sweeps him from wing to wing, showing off Jason to everyone they come across.

The black walls are ever shifting like a maze, closing on its residents, air filled with plant participles and glittering monster dust, threatening to choke out everyone daring to go against the Titan.

"Does it hurt?" Alabaster hums on the first day after Jason fully decorates his room near the general's.

He can only nod, leaning into the hand slathering nectar onto his back. It's warm, far far too warm and yet freezing cold at the same time.

"It's okay," His boyfriend wraps himself around Jason, pulling him into a hug and throwing them onto the bed, "I got you."

He already feels suffocated.

"I pity you," Ethan Nakamura says once, "I wouldn't wish having Alabaster's full attention on my worst enemy."

"Why?" Jason asks, the hamburger with the strangely red and sunny meat forgotten.

"Because," the lieutenant moves to greet his witch friend across the cafeteria, always so matter of fact, "I know him better than you'll ever do."

Jason doesn't think Ethan likes him very much. The feeling is mutual.

Though, at least he can trust him to be the perhaps only one in this damn palace to not follow Saturn's orders blindly.

Jason is fifteen when he learns of Perseus Jackson's existence and Satu–Kronos's plans for the other boy's 16th.

It will not matter if his old camp sieges Othrys and topples the throne, not when Saturn's forces will be attacking the defenseless Olympus.

The loyal soldier inside himself screams, begging him to do his duty and protect his gods, be their weapon. He needs to warn someone.

Reyna would understand. They have been friends. Once. Hopefully will be again after all of this is over.

Ironically, it was Alabaster who had taught him about Iris messages. The messenger of the gods and their children, he have explained with his tell-tale melodic tongue, we use her sister, Arke, the banished one.

Jason is no traitor. He has no need for the Titans's messenger.

Ethan catches him before Jason can even explain himself properly to Reyna. In hindsight, he should count himself lucky that Ethan loves Alabaster too much to snitch on Jason to Kronos.

That doesn't stop him from telling Alabaster. Jason would rather face the Titans's wrath than face the fury of his now ex-boyfriend's and the betrayal in his eyes.

Jason Grace is fifteen, with a scythe branded on his back.

There are no lines of service, gone with the half of his right arm.

Thalia Grace is eternally a day shy from sixteen when she sees her baby brother again for the first time in years.

Just across the battlefield, shooting white hot lightning at campers with the rage of a constantly prodded and provoked animal, a strophalos necklace hanging off his throat like a collar.

Ta Jason au (art art dialogue ficlet phoenix's-ficlets)