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sincerelyhecate · 7 months

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have you seen my glasses? (they're on your head, dummy)

Title: have you seen my glasses? (they're on your head, dummy)

Pairing: Jason Grace/Percy Jackson

Length: 3.1k words

You can also read this on AO3.

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"Bro, have you seen my glasses?"

A shadow casts itself over the red glow that Percy sees underneath his closed eyelids, and he flutters his eyes open in a squint to find Jason looming over him, his broad frame blocking the sunlight he's been bathing in. Jason’s eyebrows are knitted together in a frown as he stares Percy down; a telltale sign of his annoyance with the fact that he ‘lost’ his glasses again.

The object in question, unsurprisingly, is nestled on his blond hair, the afternoon light glinting off the frames' metallic sheen as if screaming at everyone who cares that they're right there—just like they normally would, whenever he throws the question at Percy.

Percy sighs, all too used to this modus operandi. It’s happened so many times—often enough that he's already memorized the script of Jason's ploy by heart—that he can only arrive at this conclusion: Jason Grace is a terrible flirt.

Nothing's wrong with that, of course. Jason can remain as bad in the flirting department as he wants, since he'd unfailingly and unwittingly charm his victims all the same. Percy is just unfortunate enough to be one of them.

"Dude, this is the third time this week, and it's only Wednesday!" he replies, as per their usual script.

Jason rolls his eyes in faux exasperation. "Sorry, mom. I swear I never do it on purpose. I think someone's trying to bully me."

“Pfft.” He can't help laughing a little at the ridiculous notion. "Nobody in their right mind would ever dare to bully a fully grown son of Zeus, my good man."

"Well, I can think of a few names off the top of my head," Jason solemnly replies, giving him a meaningful side-eye.

He brushes off the implied accusation by giving Jason an eye-roll of his own. While he may have been a repeat offender in concocting harmless shenanigans with the others to tease Jason, those can hardly be called 'bullying'. He prefers the term 'tough love' instead, since he's always done it with the purest intention of making Jason laugh, and it worked—every single time!

Not to mention he'd never steal Jason's glasses while his bro isn’t looking; he'd just grab it off his face like a real man.

He props himself up to sit upright just as Jason makes himself comfortable by sitting down cross-legged next to him, their movements choreographed to perfection by this same old dance. Like the mom friend he is, Jason wastes no time patting off the stray blades of grass clinging onto Percy's head and back, and Percy’s heart squeezes at the palpable gentleness behind his casual fussiness. It prompts the muscles on his face to form a helpless grin, even though he’s trying hard to keep his face straight to match the dire, serious look on Jason’s own.

"Bedside table?"

"First place I checked."

"On top of the head of your dad's statue?"

Jason doesn't even pause at the incredulous suggestion, because it's actually happened once—courtesy of Leo. "Nope. I still can't believe Leo wasn't zapped from that."

"Did you ask anyone else before coming to me? Because I'd be truly offended if I'm being singled out as the prime suspect again."

Jason narrows his eyes at him. "That's already suspicious of you, but okay,” he comments with pursed lips, before throwing his head back and sighing in exhaustion, like he’s already gone round the entire camp to ask everyone else before seeing Percy.

“You won't believe this, but I think the others are already sick of me asking for their help—”

“Truly believable, and wholly understandable.”

“—as if I’m doing it on purpose! I’ve asked a grand total of three people before coming here—”

“Wow, I guess that really makes up the whole camp.”

“—first was Nico, who told me to stop being stupid." Jason starts counting the people in question with his fingers like they’re worth counting at all; always so animated with his hand gestures when talking to Percy.

“I guess he has a point,” Percy sing-songs. Jason ignores him.

"Next was Leo, who suggested I do a cartwheel in case they'd appear out of thin air," he continues, shaking his head as if their impish friend was out of his mind for suggesting that, as he extends two fingers out from his balled fist.

“Ooh, he’s onto something, I think.” Jason ignores him still, and Percy can no longer try to hide his grin.

"And lastly Piper, who told me I should go look for you instead,” Jason finishes, showing Percy his three fingers pointedly.

Percy gestures to himself in faux confusion as if to say me?, mustering up a surprised face he can only hope to be convincing. The quirk in his lips is definitely not helping.

Unimpressed, Jason clears his throat and inquires, like he’s conducting an interrogation, “So, basing off all the clues I’ve gathered and one strong insinuation from Miss McLean, I will ask you once again: have you seen my glasses, Percy?"

Oh, Percy is so intimately familiar with the finer details of Jason's flirting scheme at this point. The guy would conveniently ask other people first, sure, but one way or another, he'd always end up finding Percy as the last resort, which is enough indication on its own. Piper was insinuating nothing; knowing her, she’s probably just playing along.

Jason has all but invaded Percy's personal space then, the tips of their noses almost touching each other as he leans in a little too close due to his poor eyesight. The way his face pleads with Percy is not unlike that of a golden retriever, and Percy feels a strong urge to pat his head to appease him. Undeterred by those puppy eyes that would've worked on anyone else, he remains steadfast in their close proximity—only staring back in amusement in an impromptu staring contest.

And boy, is Jason one heck of a looker.

Recent years have certainly been kinder to his friend, Percy quietly notes, from the way he glows with contentment. His (stupid, kind, pretty) big blue eyes—widened imploringly at Percy—betray no lingering air of sadness like they did in the past. There’s an almost permanent quirk at one corner of his lips, like everything he sees these days is worth smiling about, and more often than not, Percy finds himself wanting to kiss it.

"I…" he deliberately stretches the vowel for needless suspense, "…really don't have them, sir! I think she’s just trying to get you out of her hair. As with the rest of them.”

"Goshdarnit,” Jason whines, flopping down onto the grass like the drama queen he is. He grumbles, “I hate wearing glasses."

Percy chuckled at the sulk in Jason’s voice. He lies down on his side to face Jason, admiring the gentle curves of his side-profile. How is a man this gorgeous has the disposition of a silly old man sometimes? It’s unbelievably charming. "Never mind that. Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"

Jason turns to face him and raises an eyebrow at the sudden question, glasses still miraculously fixed in place. His scar is a pale line adorning his unfairly pink mouth as he chews on it in thought; probably deliberating what to make of Percy’s attempt at a compliment. It almost disappears when a benign smile then slowly graces his lips, and Percy resists the urge to trace his finger on it. It probably feels soft to the touch.

A familiar feeling of protectiveness surges through his body whenever Jason smiles at him like this. He would do anything; give anything; fight anything to prevent that smile from ever waning. Sure, they each have Titans included in their body counts, and had even toppled giants together, but there's just something inherently precious to Jason that Percy believes is worth protecting. Partly because of the not-so-platonic feeling he harbors for the guy, mostly because Jason is one of his dearest friends.

But of course, his friend doesn't need to know that just yet.

"I will mind that, thank you very much. I need my glasses to see, you see?" Jason deadpans, breaking his train of thought.

"...I guess I kinda do?"

“Exactly. And to answer your question," Jason informs him with a smug grin, "I hear that at least ten times a week. Twenty if Sis is coming over. Coming from you though, I feel like you're only saying it to make fun of me."

"Hey, I'm just being honest! You're adorable as heck," he coos, pinching one soft cheek and enjoying Jason’s surprised wince.

"'Heck'," Jason teases, like Percy didn't get that from the guy who prefers to say 'dummy' instead of 'dumbass' or 'frick' instead of 'fuck'. "I'd prefer you call me handsome instead. Or gorgeous. Dashing works too. At least it won't sound like you're looking down on me."

"Gods, I'd never look down on you. You know that," Percy protests, only half-heartedly because he knows Jason is just pulling his leg. "But fine, you gorgeous stud."

"Thanks. I guess you're not so shabby yourself."

Percy scoffs and nudges Jason’s shoulder playfully with his hand, relishing the way his friend laughs sweetly in return. Jason's laughter is a lovely breathy sound, like the hilarity has punched the wind out of him. It's one of Percy's most favorite sounds ever; something he’s discovered as they got closer and closer over the years. He wants to hear it all the time if he can.

They've already gone off the tangent of the initial topic—a usual occurrence when they start complimenting each other like it's a competitive sport. Percy thinks it’s fine, since it’s pretty much coming from his own heart, and he’s not above using flattery to make his friend feel good about himself. After all, while Jason might be the terrible flirt, Percy can’t deny that he’s already down bad for the guy.

Perhaps today will be the day he gives in. They've been playing this push-and-pull game long enough, he thinks. Danced around this ambiguous thing between them—only for it to amount to nothing—a little too many times for his liking. In all honesty, it's reaching a point where he's starting to feel bad for ignoring Jason’s advances, so he might as well give in this time. Especially when he knows he wants it as much as Jason does.

Realizing that it's his cue to resume their script, he offers, "I can tell you where they are, though."

"Ha! Solid attempt to divert my attention there, you flatterer. Piper was right: you do have them!"

He ignores Jason's accusation—that was way too ecstatic to be convincing—and instructs, "Pat your head and say, 'Thank you, Percy.'"

"Ha-ha. I already patted my head at least three times and found noth—Oh!" Even as Jason grumbles at his suggestion, he still does as Percy has asked. Ever the indulgent friend, so willing to humor Percy even if he thinks it’s all for naught. Though in this case, it is his intention to get Percy to point that out in the first place, so Percy's the one indulging here, really.

Percy watches on as a familiar scene unfolds before him like the hundred times it did before: Jason's face gradually turning sheepish as he feels the offending object lying innocently on his head, puppy eyes intensifying and red coloring his cheeks.

He arches an eyebrow in an unamused look. “Tsk, tsk. Classic Jason.”

"...I swear on Juno's name, Percy, I patted my head several times before looking for them elsewhere!"

He pulls a tuft of grass off the ground, making sure the disdain in his voice is audible. "And you were so quick to accuse me too."

"I told you I asked three other people before you! Sorry if I sound accusatory, but I'd almost always find them when I'm with you."

He throws the tuft on Jason’s face. "Yeah, like it's my fault you'd find them on your head every time."

Jason pouts as he stubbornly counters, "I mean, you could be secretly putting them on me when I wasn't looking."

"Dude, you had your eyes on me the entire time." In such a lovesick gaze too, you unsubtle dork.

"…Right." Jason looks appropriately sorry after he takes the time to ponder on that. His petulant pout turns remorseful before he mumbles, "Sorry, man."

Like clockwork. He’s lucky Percy likes him.

"I'll forgive you…" Percy says, pushing himself up to sit. He smirks as he drops the bomb Jason has been waiting for after all this time; the new plot twist to their old script, "…if you pick a good place to eat for our date."

He throws a side glance Jason's way to find him gaping like a fish, as if he's genuinely surprised. Jason scrambles to sit up as well, shaking his head in confusion. He's pretty good at acting, Percy will give him that. "Sorry, did you just say…for our date?"

"Yep! And I'm expecting you to pay for our meal."

His friend is now blinking rapidly at him, like he’s not at all prepared for this sudden development. “Our meal…for our date?”

“Yes, Jason Grace. For our date,” Percy confirms, wondering if the guy’s poor brain has short-circuited from knowing his efforts have finally paid off. That’s actually pretty cute if true. “Dress code is anything blue, white or black. No formal wear or I’ll dump water on you so you’d go change.”

“Oh. I—Um.” Wow, that’s a really impressive act of flabbergasting if Percy ever sees one. He looks on expectantly as Jason makes a show of putting himself together, recovering quickly enough to say with a little shrug, “I…am a little confused, but alright. I’m down!”

Even underneath all his pretense of having no idea what’s going on, his elation at Percy’s invitation (that should’ve been his in the first place) is very much genuine. Percy’s heart curiously flipped at the sight of Jason beaming at him in earnest now; as if he’s only been expecting to find his glasses out of this, and is pleasantly surprised he's ended up with something better.

“Sure, man,” he humors him with a shit-eating grin of his own. It’s fine if Jason refuses to let up; Percy has already decided to play along for as long as he wants anyway. He’ll even pretend he hasn’t seen right through him after everything, if his buddy needs his dignity intact later on. He’s a gentleman like that.

"Uh, just to confirm, is this a friendship kinda date where we just grab a meal together or a—"

Gods help me. Percy shuts him up with a kiss on his cheek, feeling giddy at the way Jason's smile grows dopier and his cheeks flush redder.

"Nah, it's the boyfriends kinda date," he assures Jason, hooking an index finger into the thin wire between the lenses of his glasses and deftly slides them down to properly settle on the bridge of his nose. The contrast from when Jason transforms from hot supermodel to precious super-nerd is oddly endearing. “I’ll pick you up at 6. Stay in your cabin until I come; we don’t want you to go losing your glasses again.”

The chuckle rumbling deep in Jason’s chest is like music to Percy’s ears as he regards him with a quizzical smile, head tilting like Percy's the most extraordinary thing he's ever seen. “Yessir.”

It turns out Jason has actually been bullied. Or pranked, whichever term fits the situation better.

Some children of Hermes, in an unlikely collaboration with some children of Hecate and a certain son of Hephaestus, had thought it was funny to see Jason, head counselor of Cabin One and a 6’2” adult man, bumbling his way around camp without his glasses—by making the thing visible to anyone but him. Heeding the advice of a certain daughter of Aphrodite, they made sure to materialize the glasses on his head again once he reached Percy for help. Whether Jason is mad at being made into a joke—or whether Percy is, at being tricked into thinking it’s his poor bro’s attempt at wooing him—is a story for another day.

Right now, and more importantly, they have a date to enjoy. One they're both looking forward to, after everything that went down between them.

Percy is still trying to fix his hair to go for an artfully messy do when someone knocks on the door to Cabin Three, approximately ten minutes before their agreed time.

Someone’s awfully excited, he muses as he opens the door to find Jason looking his most charming yet—his blond hair slicked back like a movie star's, his attire consisting of a baby blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up around his veiny forearms; white slim-fit chinos that showcase his sexy thighs; and a pair of loafers—teetering on the fine line between formal and smart casual. His glasses, thankfully, are perched safely on his face. He wears a shy smile as Percy appraises his look, blissfully unaware of how hot Percy has gotten all over his own skin.

“I’m not losing to you,” Percy says before slamming the door back in his date’s face.

“Hey!”

“Come in, you infuriatingly hot and annoyingly hunky absolute dork.”

“Bro, I don’t really get the things you say sometimes,” Jason quips as he steps inside the cabin, voice shaky with mirth, “but right now, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Whatever, man,” Percy says as he finishes throwing on his outfit of the evening: a tight-fitting shirt that shows off his lean figure nicely; a leather jacket to put on Jason when the night gets colder later on; jeans that snugly wraps around his butt for his date’s viewing pleasure; and his best pair of boots. He wagers they'd make quite the sight standing next to each other—not as friends but as each other’s dates for a change—and the thought warms him all over.

Jason whistles appreciatively as Percy twirls around for him. "Shall we?" he asks as they step outside, extending his arm out—the one with the SPQR tattoo seared onto his skin as a child, matching Percy's own—for Percy to cling onto, ever the gentleman. Percy pushes him playfully at the (admittedly sweet) gesture before taking his clammy hand instead, leading the way and unable to stop the slight skip in his own steps as they head towards the borders of the camp where Blackjack is waiting.

Whether they kiss sweetly underneath the faint moonlight just outside the fancy-schmancy gelato shop, tummies satiated with dessert and hearts full of mutual affection, followed by Percy stealing Jason’s glasses before taking off in a run, is also a story for another day.

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meggie-stardust · 6 years

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I saw some of your Jason/Percy writing on ao3 and i really liked it, so if your doing prompts could you write a Merman AU where Percy is a merman and Jason is a mortal?

Thank you for the prompt! I’m sorry it took ages for me to get it done. It kinda got out of hand... oops.

Title: Lake OlympusFandom: Percy Jackson and The Olympians/Heroes of OlympusParing: Jason Grace/Percy JacksonNotes: Merman Percy, Camp AURead on AO3

“You’re not from Camp Jupiter, are you?” Jason asked. Then his eyes narrowed as another thought occurred to him. “Camp Half-Blood campers aren’t supposed to cross the cove,” Jason said.

The boy shrugged and then gestured to the diving platform. “You should join me.”

“Uh, thanks, dude, but I should get back,” Jason said, nodding back towards the west shore. “And you probably should, too.”

The boy just shrugged again but didn’t show any sign of leaving the platform.

Of all the activities at Camp Jupiter, Jason hated lifeguard duty the most.

When he was refereeing capture the flag or leading a hike he was an engaged participant in the activity. Hell, even the time he had to take over arts and crafts for a week because Hazel had gotten poison oak all over her arms when she took a wrong turn sneaking back from Frank’s cabin in the middle of the night… Even then he was able to convince Leo to teach the campers how to build tiny robots out of springs and other scraps of metal.

But lifeguard duty?

During lifeguard duty, though he sat in a designated chair on the dock, there was no rest. He couldn’t read, he couldn’t enjoy the water himself. All he was able to do was make sure the little shits on his watch didn’t drown themselves or each other. And there was always one camper who was determined to do both.

After pulling one of the Stoll twins off the other one for the fifth time, Jason finally declared that free swim was over, and that all the campers were to head back to their cabins. It was as he was pulling in the lane lines that were supposed to prevent the campers from swimming too far away from shore that he noticed something in the water.

At first he thought it was a weird glint of light. Then a second later he thought it might be a floaty that had gotten loose. But as he pulled his sunglasses on, and squinted out over the mostly still lake and there it was again: movement in the water, and way further out than the campers or any of their gear could have gotten under his watch.

Jason knew that it was probably just a fish, or a piece of trash that had floated out into Lake Olympus, but for some reason he was compelled to investigate. Perhaps it was from the hours of just sitting there staring at the younger campers having fun, but for whatever reason, Jason found himself pushing away from the dock in the canoe that had been tethered nearby.

It look him about 10 minutes to reach the center of the lake, where an old diving platform was buoyed. Once he was out there, he felt dumb. He looked back at the flurry of activity back at camp for a moment, wondering if anyone had seen him paddle out.

He sighed and started to turn the canoe back towards the camp. That’s when he heard the splash.

Jason spun around back towards the platform and watched someone pulling themselves up out of the water.

Jason sat stunned for a moment as the boy emerged from the water and then flipped around so he was sitting on the edge, face tilted up towards the sun, feet still dangling in the lake.

“Hey!” Jason called.

The boy looked around and smiled. “Hey,” he called back.

“What are you doing out here?” Jason asked in full counselor voice.

“Just enjoying the sunshine,” he replied.

Jason paddled closer pulled up right next to the other boy. He didn’t recognize him and it was dawning on Jason that he was likely not from Camp Jupiter.

“You’re not from Camp Jupiter, are you?” Jason asked. Then his eyes narrowed as another thought occurred to him. “Camp Half-Blood campers aren’t supposed to cross the cove,” Jason said.

The boy shrugged and then gestured to the diving platform. “You should join me.”

“Uh, thanks, dude, but I should get back,” Jason said, nodding back towards the west shore. “And you probably should, too.”

The boy just shrugged again but didn’t show any sign of leaving the platform.

Jason shook his head, turned the canoe around yet again, and started to paddle back to camp. About half way there he turned back to look at the platform, but the other boy was gone.

A few days later Jason was once again on lifeguard duty, and while he was ostensibly reffing a chaotic version of a water polo match, his eyes kept drifting towards the greenish smudge in the center of the lake that marked the old platform. He couldn’t stop thinking about how weird it was to find someone way out in the middle of the lake, way past the bounds of either of the camps that were nestled on the east and west shores of the town of Lake Olympus.

And on top of that, the guy out there had been so carefree, and so unconcerned about Jason. And yet Jason couldn’t stop thinking about the whole encounter. It was so bizarre, he was beginning to doubt that it had even happened.

When the camp bell signaled that it was the end of activities for the day, and the campers now had an hour of free time before dinner, Jason lingered at the dock. Usually Jason took this time for himself, rushing off as soon as the last camper was out of the water. But today he took his time making sure everything was put away, and finally when he couldn’t stop himself, he slipped into the canoe.

Now that he knew where he was headed, the trip to the center of the lake was much quicker. As he approached, it felt like his heart was thumping in anticipation with every stroke of the paddle. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find; the odds that the other boy would be here were pretty slim, but then again, he also wanted to reassure himself that he wasn’t crazy and that he hadn’t imagined the whole thing.

It happened in the blink of an eye as he approached: one moment the diving platform was empty, and the next the sun flashed in his eyes, and when he could see again, there was the boy. Jason flailed and nearly capsized before he was able to steady himself with the paddle.

“Oh, you’re back,” the boy said, looking over his shoulder at Jason. “Are you going to actually stay this time?”

“I shouldn’t,” Jason said automatically, still in disbelief that he actually found the other boy out there again. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

The boy tipped his head back and laughed. “I would’ve believed that the first time.”

Jason felt his cheeks heat up slightly. “I’m just gonna––”

“No, no,” the boy said, still laughing. “Come on, join me. Please.”

Jason looked back at Camp Jupiter one more time before pulling the canoe up to the platform and carefully climbing out, tethering the canoe to a hook on the side. He kicked his sandals off into the canoe and then crossed the platform and sat down next to the boy, letting his bare feet dip into the water.

“I’m Jason.”

“You’re from that camp?” the boy asked, looking over his shoulder back towards the shore.

“Yeah, one of the counselors at Camp Jupiter,” Jason said. “And you?”

“Percy,” he said. “Hey, why do you keep coming out here if you’re so worried about being out here?”

Jason blinked, somewhat taken aback by Percy’s straight forward question. “Why do you keep coming out here?” he asked instead of answering.

Percy shrugged and tipped his head back to look up at the sky. “I like it out here,” he said finally.

“Ok, dude,” Jason said with a slight laugh.

They sat in silence for a few moments, and Jason was surprised at how much he enjoyed just sitting there with another person, even if that other person seemed to be a little odd.

“So, where are you from originally?” Jason asked eventually.

“Hmmm? Oh, here I guess,” Percy said, brow furrowed like he was confused about the question.

“You’re a townie?” Jason asked in surprise. “I would not have pegged you for a townie. I’m from near San Francisco, so being out here is a nice change of pace, but I can’t imagine living here full time.”

Percy seemed to perk up at this. “By the coast?”

“Yeah, I’m sort of between the ocean and the bay,” Jason confirmed. “It’s nice. Different than here.”

“I’ve always wanted to visit,” Percy said, “but I’ve never left Lake Olympus.”

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean it about the townie thing,” Jason insisted. “I was just surprised. But, obviously, I come back to Lake Olympus every summer, so it can’t be that bad, can it?”

“Yeah, well, you can make it up to me by telling me about where your from,” Percy suggested.

“Sure, I can do that,” Jason said with a smile, and launched into an explanation of his life in and around the San Francisco bay area.

Percy asked a lot of questions, mostly about Jason’s time spent on the coast, and Jason found himself getting lost in the easy flow of conversation once it started. In fact, he was so absorbed, he was startled when he could hear the faint sound of the Camp Jupiter bell announcing dinner time.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Jason said, scrambling to his feet.

“Really?” Percy asked.

“They’ll notice if I’m not with my campers at dinner.” He pulled his sandals on and started untying his canoe. “Don’t you have to make it back for dinner as well?” Jason asked, and for the first time realized that there wasn’t another canoe or boat around.

“Maybe I’ll see you later,” Percy said instead of answering.

“Yeah, dude. Maybe,” Jason agreed, and pushed off the platform, paddling as fast as he could back towards Camp Jupiter.

When he finally reached the shore, secured the canoe, and sprinted to the dining hall, dinner had already started. Octavian, the head counselor, glared at him has he dashed past, taking his seat with the rest of his and Leo’s campers.

“Where have you been?” Leo whispered, elbowing Jason.

“There was an issue down at the lake,” Jason said carefully.

“Octavian his hella pissed, dude,” Leo said.

“Whatever,” Jason said, and grabbed a role off Leo’s plate, shoving it in his mouth and ending the conversation.

He could deal with Octavian. The owners of Camp Jupiter loved him, so who cared if the head counselor hated his guts. The worst that would happen was that Octavian would schedule him for more lifeguard duty, knowing it was Jason’s least favorite activity.

Jason smiled to himself. Maybe more lifeguard wasn’t such a bad thing.

Over the next few weeks, as the end of summer approached, Jason found himself returning to the old platform more and more frequently, and every time he found Percy there waiting for him.

Jason wasn’t sure why he kept returning, and why paddling out to the center of the lake at the end of the day was something he started looking forward to. Sure, Lake Olympus was beautiful, and in the summer evenings it felt fantastic to take in some quieter moments in the middle of the serine lake. But it was was beginning to dawn on Jason that it was Percy that was drawing him out to the lake.

The first few times he was out there, Jason could have rationalized it as just curiosity. The next few, he could maybe argue that he enjoyed the company and friendship––though he still considered Leo to be his best friend, the other boy was caught up in his own camp projects and his new girlfriend. Eventually, as he paddled out to the platform for the fourth time in one week, Jason realized he was attracted Percy.

This thought struck him out of nowhere, mid stroke, and he nearly dropped the paddle. Jason had never really thought about another guy like that before. He had had a few girlfriends in the past, and he and Piper had and on again, currently off again summer romance every year at camp. But when he thought about his behavior of the past few weeks, and when he realized that his heart speed up in anticipation as he approached the platform each day, the only explanation was that Jason was into Percy.

Of course, now that he had realized that about himself, he didn’t quite know how to act around the other boy. He tripped getting out of the canoe and nearly face planted into the platform, he fumbled tying up the canoe, and when he finally did sit down next to Percy, like he had been doing for the past few weeks, he had no idea what to say.

“Are you ok?” Percy asked after a few moments of silence.

Jason was staring down at his feet dangling in the water, and sitting stiff and awkward.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Jason said, keeping his eyes on the water.

Percy wasn’t wearing a shirt. Percy had never once worn a shirt during their encounters, but now Jason was incredibly aware of Percy’s chest.

Percy frowned. “Sorry. You just seem like somethings on your mind,” he said, reaching out a hand to place on Jason’s shoulder.

Jason immediately jumped up, as if he was shocked.

“You know what? I actually have something back at camp that I have to get to,” he said, scrambling back to the canoe. “I’m sorry, Percy, I just––”

And that’s when Jason’s foot missed the canoe, and he tipped backwards, arms flailing wildly, and hit his head on the side of the platform.

Jason’s eyes flew open and his body went into panic mode. He tried to gasp for air, but received only a mouthful of water. Bright bursts of light started to flash in his eyes before his vision started to tunnel. And right when he thought he would pass out again, Percy’s face floated into view.

Percy’s face came closer and closer, until he was the only thing Jason could see, and then he was sealing his mouth over Jason’s and exhaling deeply, pushing air into Jason’s lungs.

As Jason’s lungs filled with the air they were so desperate for, a mix of profound relief and confusion kicked in.

He wasn’t dying.

Percy had saved him.

He wasn’t dying.

Percy was breathing into his lungs again, bringing more sweet relief.

He wasn’t dying.

They were still underwater and Percy was still breathing for him.

He wasn’t dying.

Why wasn’t he dying?

Pulling away finally, Percy grabbed Jason’s from under his arms, and began swimming towards the service of the lake, pulling Jason with him. When they broke the surface, Jason gasped, and scrambled to grab on to the edge of the diving platform.

“Jason, are you ok?” Percy asked, treading water next to where Jason was clinging to the platform.

“How?” Jason said in between gulps of air. “How did you…”

“Why don’t we get you out of the water, and make sure you’re ok first.” Percy said.

“Yeah, ok,” Jason replied automatically.

“Here, let me,” Percy said, helping Jason pull himself on to the platform.

Jason flopped down on the platform, laying back and staring up into the twilight, taking deep breaths. After a few moments, he lifted his hand and gingerly touched the back of his head, wincing as his fingers brushed the welt that was already forming.

“Seriously, are you ok?” Percy asked, leaning over Jason, and once again filling all of Jason’s vision with his own face.

“You saved me,” Jason whispered. “You gave me air.”

Percy’s cheeks tinted slightly pink. “Of course I saved you. I couldn’t just let you drown.”

“How were you––” Jason began, but trailed off as he felt something solid and wet flop on to his legs. “Uhh…”

Jason struggled to sit up.

“Hey, hey, slowly,” Percy said, easing Jason into a sitting position.

“Either I hit my head harder than I thought, or you have fins,” Jason said, staring down at the place Percy’s feet should have been.

“Jason,” Percy said, slowly reaching out to hold Jason’s hand, “you know that I’m a merman, right? Like, you know I live in the lake.”

“I’m sorry, you’re a what?”

“I thought I was pretty obvious about that point,” Percy said, furrowing his brow.

“How the hell could you have been obvious about that?”

“We always met on the platform, and I was either in the water, or at least had my feet always submerged. That’s where my fins are, as you can see,” Percy said, flipping one of his long greenish fins. “I mean, you asked me where I was from, and I literally said the lake.”

“I thought you meant the town of Lake Olympus!” Jason countered. “You know, like most people mean when they say they’re from here.”

Percy shrugged and Jason laughed a bit hysterically.

“OK, I am obviously suffering from a massive head injury here,” Jason said.

“Well, if that’s the case, then how was I able to help you breath underwater?” Percy asked with a smirk.

In the shock of seeing fins, Jason seemed to have forgotten that point, because suddenly the memory of Percy’s mouth on his flashed in his mind, and his face flushed red.

“I… You…” Jason spluttered.

“You seem a little short of breath again,” Percy joked.

Their eyes locked, the air felt charged, and suddenly it wasn’t a joke anymore.

Jason swallowed and nodded, and then Percy was leaning in again, and brushing his lips against Jason’s. Jason reacted immediately and wrapped his hand behind Percy’s head, and pulled him closer, kissing the other boy as if he really was breathing through him again. It was desperate and raw and Jason tried to put all of his feelings for Percy into the kiss.

Jason began to shake slightly and Percy pulled back and leaned his forehead against Jason’s.

“You scared me,” Percy said, “The sound your head made when it hit the side… I didn’t think I would get to you in time.”

Jason surged forward again. “I’m sorry,” he said against Percy’s mouth. “I’m sorry.”

And then he proceeded to show Percy just how sorry he was, without having to say anything more.

Later, when they were both naked and sweaty, and wrapped around each other, staring at the stars that had risen over the lake, and the urgency of the past few hours had faded away, Jason was beginning to realize that he had no idea what would happen next. He let out a sigh, and scrubbed his hand over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at Jason’s face.

“I’m just gonna be in deep shit when I get back to camp,” he said. “I’m out way past curfew at this point.”

“I thought you were a counselor-thingie at that camp?” Percy asked.

Jason laughed. “That doesn’t mean much, dude.”

Percy considered this. “I’m sorry you’ll get in trouble.”

“It won’t be that bad. They really can’t do much, since summer’s almost over…” Jason trailed off.

“What?” Percy asked.

“Summer is almost over,” Jason repeated slowly. “That’s when I have to leave.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“What if you don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“Leave,” Percy clarified. “What if you stayed here.”

“Like at camp?”

Percy rolled his eyes. “No, I mean here. With me.”

Jason blinked. “I can’t.”

“Why not? What happens after camp?” Percy asked.

“Well, I go back to San Francisco.”

“And then what?”

Jason frowned. “I don’t really know,” he answered after a long moment. “I…uh… Well, I turned eighteen in July, so don’t technically have a home to go back to,” he continued awkwardly.

Percy looked confused so Jason pushed forward before Percy could ask any questions. “I come to camp here every summer because I don’t really have parents,” he confessed. “My foster parents send me here to get a break, but I aged out when I turned eighteen and I guess I was gonna try to get a job or start at city college, or…” he shrugged. “I guess I really don’t have much go back to.”

“Then stay,” Percy insisted. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I mean, I do have to go back to camp,” Jason said. “Obviously, I have to go back. My cabin and my friends are there. I’d have to finish out the summer,” he finished with a laugh, surprising himself that he was actually considering staying.

“Right, but after that,” Percy persisted, “you can come here.”

Jason blinked up at the other man, taken aback with how simplistic he was making it all seem.

“You don’t really have anything to back to, I don’t want you to leave, so just stay,” Percy said again.

Jason laughed nervously. “I can’t live in the lake like you do,” he said.

Percy flopped back down on his back next to Jason and burst out laughing so hard and for so long that Jason eventually propped himself up and looked down at Percy.

“What?”

“That’s what’s holding you back?” Percy asked between fits of laughter. “I know you’re human! But clearly I can keep you safe underwater––”

“Yeah, but––”

“But,” Percy continued ignoring the interruption, “I can also go on land,” he finished, fluttering his legs. His fins shrunk down to normal feet size, and the greenish tinge faded into the tanned skin that covered the rest of Percy’s body.

“Oh,” said Jason.

“Yeah.”

“So, you’ll stay?” Percy asked.

Jason leaned down and kissed Percy deeply before pulling back. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

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Jercy Headcanon #07

Jason hates marshmallows. He doesn’t care what people say he hates the gooey thing. Loathe it with a burning passion.

“Here’s your hot chocolate bro, drink it while it’s warm.”

“Perce, I hate marshmallows.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not.”

Huffing, “Yeah you are, no one hates marshmallows.”

Jason looked Percy in the eye and began to scoop out the fluffy things from his drink, before throwing them to the sink.

Percy gasped dramatically before ‘saving’ the tiny treats.

“You monster! Take that back!”

“I will not.”

Which is why, Percy made it a mission to feed Jason said abominable things whenever he can. Jason hates him for it.

No, he doesn’t but he’s not gonna tell Percy that. But he still hates the marshmallows.

One time, Percy chased him around camp to feed him one of those big bunny-shaped marshmallows.

“Get away from me!!”

“Not until you eat this!”

“NEVER!”

“Then en guarde baby cousin because I’m not stopping until you do!”

The entire camp placed bets whether or not Jason would be caught. Some says he could always fly away and never return but that proved to be useless because Percy asked Blackjack to track Jason with him (bribing him with doughnuts of course).

The two boys kept running until sundown and Percy only manage to catch the other when Jason tripped in strawberry fields.

The son of Poseidon took the opportunity and straddled the blonde before pushing the (surprisingly) still intact mallow on the others mouth. Percy ignored how gorgeous the other looked, hair disheveled, face flushed and framed by strawberry bushes’ fallen leaves and fruits.

“Come on Superman, open up.”

Jason kept his lips sealed until Percy started tickling his sides. Unable to control the outburst of laughter, the son of Jupiter opened his mouth and the older didn’t waste any time to push the treat in.

The look of disgust on the other’s face made Percy laugh obnoxiously, falling to his side.

“Don’t spit that out Jase, you can’t litter here.”

Trying not to gag, Jason glared at him, “I won’t have to if you didn’t shove this in my mouth.”

Was what he tried to say through a mouthful of treat but all that came out were gibberish. Percy laughed again when he heard that but he ruffled the other’s hair.

“Come on! Time for dinner.”

The older held out his hand while the younger tried to swallow the entire thing. Patting his chest a few times before finally reaching out to the offered hand, glare still intact.

It didn’t last long because as soon as he tried to stand, he fell back down again when he felt a sharp pain to his left foot.

“Jason! What’s wrong?”, Percy asked worriedly.

Hissing, the blond tried to move his swollen foot.

“I think I sprained my ankle.”

Feeling guilty for making his cousin run around camp, Percy did the only sensible thing he can think off. He pulled his cousin into a piggyback ride.

“Percy!”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?!”

“What’s it look like I’m doing? Carrying you of course.”

Blushing furiously, Jason gripped the other’s shirt tightly.

“I-I can still walk!”

“No you can’t. Plus it’s partly my fault for making you run all afternoon. You tripping is bound to happen.”

“B-But I- “

“Would you prefer I carry you in my arms?”

“Try it and it’ll be the last thing you do.”

Percy laughed at that.

“I won’t. Don’t worry you’re not heavy. Weirdly light for a kid your age and a demigod who trains since young.”

“For the last time you’re only a year older than me! It’s not even a full year!”

“Stop pouting baby cuz, though you look cute when you do.”

“Stop calling me that!”

They kept bickering the entire way back, never noticing the people whispering about ‘shipping them’ or calling them their ‘OTP’.

They won’t understand what those are until much later anyway.

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