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jgracie · 26 days

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I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

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❝ Can you please writhe a one shot with Jason and daughter of Psyche reader based on the song “I can fix him(no really i can)” by Taylor?Like imagine some time later when Jason is finally free from his demigod duties and goes to college with his friends,here he meets reader.Since she is a daughter of Psyche (the goddess of the human soul)she understands him immediately and she help him understand himself,discovering what he likes and to heal from his past and of course they fall in love. ❞ — anon

in which they shook their heads saying “god help her,” when you tell ‘em he’s your man

pairing jason grace x psyche!reader

warnings feelings of self loathing, slight bullying

on the radio . . . i can fix him (no really i can) (taylor swift)

an they r in new rome uni in this !! i feel like jason is a tad ooc but also its 11:30pm as im posting this and im tired

Everything you heard about Jason Grace screamed ‘red flag’. Son of Jupiter, ex-praetor, raised by wolves then sent to camp at the mere age of three or four - what was there not to be afraid of? To add to that, the way he carried himself exuded power in a way that would make anyone cower in fear. His face was inscrutable, crystal blue eyes unreadable in the same way the storms his father made were

However, you weren’t anyone. Your mother was Psyche, goddess of the soul. And as a daughter of Psyche, you could see right through just about everyone, including Jason Grace. Whenever you tapped into his energy, you couldn’t help but feel he was the complete opposite of what he presented himself as. While Jason seemed content with solitude to everyone around him, you knew that deep down, he was just seriously misunderstood and in desperate need for some loving

You were right. Jason’s life had been hell, especially the past couple years. His memory had been taken away from him, making him lose ties with all his friends and a potential lover, Reyna. Then, he’d gotten a new girlfriend and new friends, only for his girlfriend to dump him and his friends to all be too busy to spend a single second with him. Still, Jason had persevered. He applied and got accepted to New Rome University, he attended all his lectures, he got perfect grades, he tried his best to socialise.

The latter never worked out though. People either saw him as Jason the traitor, the guy who’d chosen to leave with the Greeks instead of fighting for his camp (Jason would stifle a laugh at the phrase ‘his camp’ - if this were really his camp, they wouldn’t have easily found a guy who’s the epitome of everything un-Roman to replace him. They weren’t any better), or as Jason the soldier, the man who’d toppled Kronos’ throne and won in a fight against the titan Krios, absolutely untouchable and worshipped in a way that would make his father seethe with jealousy

Eventually, he gave up. If that’s how they wanted him to be, so be it. He shut himself off from the world, focusing solely on his studies and his plans for shrines for every God and Goddess. Little did he know, a certain someone was formulating the perfect plan to become his friend

Your plan backfired. You’d spent weeks keeping note of all the classes you had with Jason, even occasionally following him to see where he’d go after class (his dorm, immediately), and yet you couldn’t seem to get a single conversation out of him. The closest you’d gotten was when you sat next to him in one of your lectures and dropped your pen - he’d simply handed it to you without a word. For the split-second your fingers brushed, you took on all his pain and felt it pull you apart. How could he cope with all of this baggage?

Luckily for you, the fates work in mysterious ways that in this case, happened to be in your favour

“Oh, I’ll leave. Sorry.” Someone mumbled from behind you. You had been having a hard time sleeping as it was exam season, meaning everyone’s late night stress as they did last minute cram sessions piled onto you, so you decided to go to the one place you knew would be quiet. It was a small garden you’d discovered as a freshman and dubbed as ‘your spot’, and you’d often come when you were feeling extra overwhelmed

Turning your head, your eyes widened as you saw none other than Jason Grace, who was about to go back to his dorm

“No, wait! You can stay, I don’t mind,” this was a first for Jason. Usually, people would go the other way at the sight of him, not offer to let him sit with them. He felt a gut-wrenching, yearning feeling in his stomach, and you felt it too. Softly, you patted the spot on the bench next to you. It was quiet between you, but with that simple gesture, you had made an everlasting mark in Jason’s mind

After that night, instead of leaving his bag on the seat next to him, Jason would put it on the floor in hopes that you’d see the empty seat and choose to sit there. You, ever the empath, did. The more you sat with Jason, the more words were said between you. You started the conversations, of course, asking him about his day and telling him about whatever minor inconvenience you had that morning

“I ran out of toothpaste,” Jason had said to you one day as you took your laptop out of your bag. This was his first time initiating a conversation. He wasn't sure why he did it, and cringed internally the moment those words came out of his mouth - toothpaste, Jason, really? - but you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to come with you to the shops after class, since you also needed to stock up on some supplies

That was the day Jason’s walls began crumbling down. Suddenly, he seemed to loosen up. His posture slackened and he smiled more often, told more jokes and even engaged in your banter. People gave the two of you weird looks as you walked around New Rome in fits of laughter, but neither of you cared

Well, not until one fateful day. Jason had been making his way to class with two coffees in hand, one for you and one for himself, when he’d overheard two people deep in conversation. He’d never been one to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t help himself

“That poor girl, she has absolutely no idea what she’s getting herself into,” one of them said. The other hummed in agreement, pity laced in his voice

“She thinks she’s doing a good thing, being friends with him and all, but he’s just going to break her heart like he did Reyna’s. Jason Grace is no good.”

He nearly dropped his coffees. Suddenly, all the confidence he’d built came crumbling down, being quickly replaced with those walls he knew all too well, the only things he could trust other than you. Since he loved you so dearly, this was for the best. You’d find some other guy to befriend eventually. If all of Camp Jupiter could replace him after years of service, who’s to say you couldn’t after a couple months of being friends?

Coincidentally, you happened to be looking for Jason when you saw him standing there, a blank look on his face - the same one people had warned you about in your first year at NRU. This time, however, they didn’t have a fighting chance in fooling you. Even without your powers from being Psyche’s daughter, you knew Jason was a sweet guy with the kindest heart

“Jason, are you alright?” You asked, reaching to place a tender hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and your face dropped as you tuned into his feelings and realised the old Jason was making a comeback. It’s not like he’d ever been gone, no one ever gets rid of lifelong trauma and horrible experiences that quickly, but Jason’s aura hadn’t felt that self-loathing in a very long time

Looking behind you, you saw a couple give you a pitying look and the pieces clicked immediately. Scowling at them, you took Jason by the arm and dragged him to that garden where you first spoke. The garden that was no longer just your spot

“Whatever they said, I don’t care,” you told him, “they’re wrong, Jason. You can’t listen to them. From the moment I met you I knew they were wrong. Don’t let them win.” His eyes stared into yours, completely emotionless. His guard was up, and you didn’t know why (slight btd ref!!). Didn’t he trust you?

His voice monotone, Jason replied, “this isn’t just about them, Y/N. You have no idea what I’ve been through. You don’t deserve to have to deal with that, it could affect you too. You could be making so many friends right now and yet you haven’t, because you chose to stick with me.”

The tension rose between you and you knew there was only one thing you could do: succumb to the pull he had on you once and for all. Grabbing him by the collar, you pulled Jason closer to you and kissed him fiercely

When you pulled away, you took a second to take in Jason’s dishevelled look before replying, “I don’t care. I’ll choose to stick with you in every lifetime.”

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #jason grace fanfic #jason grace drabble #percy jackson x reader #jason grace x psyche reader #daughter of psyche #psyche pjo #cynwrites

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incompleteth0ts · 5 months

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American Pie 🥧

SUMMARY: Chap. 1 Chap. 2 Chap. 3 Chap. 4

Dying wasn’t as painful as he feared it would be. After fighting all his life, Jason was sure his death would be long and drawn out on the battlefield alongside enemies and allies.

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Jason Grace is dead and his life flashes before his eyes

WRITTEN FOR Percy Jackson Gift Exchange Winter Solstice 2023 OFFERED PROMPTS THAT WERE USED🏃🏾♀️💨

1)"We will not go quietly."

2)Major Character Death

3)"Pity not the sword, nor its wielder."

__Bye-Bye, Miss American Pie__

Dying wasn’t as painful as he feared it would be. After fighting all his life, Jason was sure his death would be long and drawn out on the battlefield alongside enemies and allies. Jason could envision so many battles that should have ended him. The battle with Krios, the prophecy of 7, talking to Frank in the morning before he brushed his teeth; anything but traveling on the back of a venti pushing 30 m/ph in a duel to inevitable death, not to mention while on a Yacht with at least one arrow in each limb hundreds of miles away from New Rome

Anything but dying alone.

But Jason knew he had to keep going. It was him or Piper; he wouldn’t let her die on this ship. Jason lifted his sword and prepared for another lap around the too-small jousting grounds. The lack of space made Tempest even more stressed and the metallic scent of blood clogged Jason’s senses. With his gladius raised to the mighty heavens of his father Jason made one last oath as Tempest reared up for another challenge, ‘Let it be known that neither Piper nor Apollo will die on this ship.’ A crack of lighting broke the sky.

Tempest and Incitatus galloped past one another once more. Incitatus kicked at Tempest with his golden front hooves jostling Jason’s heavily injured body. Tempest responded with bursts of electricity that left a battery tased in Jason’s mouth and scorched the evil stallion's white flanks.

As Jason and Caligula passed by each other Jason turned and caught the fallen god's eye from across the ruined throne room. “Go!” He screamed at his ex-girlfriend and God. “Remember!” Jason desperately pleaded. It may be selfish but he needed Apollo to pull himself together and save not only himself but Piper too. He was willing to end his life for them earlier, hopefully, he was still holding on to that hero mentality.

‘Just one more round,’ he thought, holding Apollo’s gaze. ‘If I can make it through one more round then they should be able to’

Caligula threw his spear.

The weapon landed in between Jason’s shoulders shoving Jason’s body into Tempest's neck. From what felt like a much further distance Jason heard the sound of Piper's scream of terror. Jason’s eyes widened.

5 pounds of gold made itself home in the ex-praetor's rhomboid muscles. Jason slumped forward into his stead and wrapped his arms around Tempest's neck to keep balance. “Get them out of here. Please, Tempest, save my friends.”

The spirit did not owe him anything, but Jason prayed Tempest would give him this.

Jason felt his vision swim. It was like his life was falling through his fingers like sand on the beach. ‘How embarrassing,’ he thought. ‘I used to wrestle with wolves and now I’m going to die on the yacht of a lunatic nicknamed Little Boots.’

Jason began to lose strength as his body fell off the wild Venti.

Jason Grace died before his body even hit the floor.

When Jason came back to himself, he was face to face with a beautiful man.

“Hello, Jason Grace. How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling? That was the issue, that Jason couldn't feel anything. He tried to wiggle his fingers and toes the way the nurses at his school told him to when he passed out after a long day, but he wasn’t even sure if he had them anymore.

Was Caligula known for taking the toes of his enemies?

“The correct answer, Mr. Grace, should be nothing.” The man straightened up from his bowed position and pulled out an iPad. The man wore a dark toga layered with various sashes, and on the man's back grew two mighty wings as black as night. He was dark-skinned with meticulously kept dreads that were pulled into a bun against his nape.

“You’re lord Mors, aren’t you.” The god stopped what he was doing on the iPad and returned to Jason.

“Yes, I am Mors. I will admit I did not know how to approach you at first. My other half and I were in disagreement for a while, trying to figure out what form was the most appropriate to appear in. After all, nowadays you're neither fully Greek nor Roman.”

Jason almost felt like he should apologize to the Death God because not even he knew what he was.

Mors put the iPad back in his messenger bag and pulled out an envelope that read, ‘Jason Grace, express shipping to the Underworld, first-class packaging’. Jason was feeling more and more important by the minute.

“If you want I can change the color, but we must get going.”

“The color is fine, you're right, let's get going.” Jason didn't know why the color of the envelope mattered- well he didn't know until Mors pinched at his shoulder the way someone would with a dirty sheet. There was a loud ripping sound, and then everything went dark.

Jason was in an airport.

Sure the airport had horrible lighting, was crawling with ghosts and ghouls alike and the only security dog onsite was a giant three-headed hellhound. Still, it was most definitely an airport security station. Jason watched as once-living men and women were guided through the velvet rope lanes. Children who died with their parents were ripped from the screaming arms of their mothers and carried down a separate path. A skeleton wearing a dark gray jumpsuit with the words, ‘Dog walker’, in bold black lettering held at least ten leashes in each hand. Golden retrievers, Dobermans, Pinchers, and Poodles dragged the poor man of bones through a gate marked as, ‘Easy Elysium’.

Jason looked at the ghouls in front and behind him searching for the young faces of Meg and Apollo, he was relieved when he couldn’t find either of them haunting the line. His heart grew lighter when he also failed to see Piper anywhere in the line.

The prophecy had come true. Jason was dead, but Piper had been saved.

“Next in line please.”

Jason had unknowingly made it to the front of the line. How long had he been standing here? Two minutes, an hour, a week? Stepping forward with his chin held high Jason tried to look more confident than he felt.

“Hello dear. If you could give me your name and godly parents I’ll get you sent off to where you need to go.” The woman had a strong Jersey accent and a high pouf. If she had solid flesh it would probably be coated in an ugly orange spray tan, but wisely Jason kept those very personal thoughts to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be sent to the fields of punishment or worse, the back of the line.

“My name is Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter.”

The receptionist began scrolling through her screen without a care in the world. She’s probably gotten far used to greeting sons and daughters of various Olympian and minor gods.

“Ok, here you are dear; Jason Grace, you have been scheduled for our express shipping.”

The Dead Jersey woman printed out what looked like a train ticket and stamped a red express seal of authenticity on it.

“Take this and go down that path,” She pointed off towards Jason’s right where the earthy ground of the underworld turned into a red carpet. “Give this ticket to the conductor and he’ll take you to meet the judges.”

Unlike Jason's walk to the kiosk, his walk to the train was devoid of others. Looked like not many people were able to get express shipping to meet the Council of the Dead.

When Jason made it to the station he was taken aback. The platform was made of carborundum that had been ground down into a flat and polished flooring. Four 20-foot columns of neptunite worked together to form a pavilion of pink ivory and diamonds, most of the architecture was marked with a Delta symbol like the one on Annabeth’s laptop.

None of the history books in Camp Jupiter talked about a train station in the afterlife.

“Ticket please.”

Jason embarrassingly tripped over himself. He hadn’t heard the conductor approach until he stood over Jason’s shoulder. The train driver wore a uniform that reminded him of ‘The Polar Express’. His name tag identified him as, ‘Jeff’, and Jeff was made entirely from bone.

The underworld truly was an interesting place.

Giving the skeleton his ticket Jason watched with rather childish amusement as the conductor punched several holes into it with his teeth.

“Stand back please.”

Jason backed into one of the back columns as the ground began to shake. A loud train whistle broke through the underground silence announcing the arrival of his travel vehicle.

The train was gorgeous. It was an all-black steam locomotive with golden wheels and doors, hooked to the back of the coal cart were eight passenger cars. It was the type of vehicle that you would see rich people in the UK ride on to get from one side of the country to the other.

“All aboard.” Even though Jason was visibly the only passenger waiting at the station the skeleton waved its arm in an urgent arc as if to say. ‘One at a time now and no pushing’.

The inside was just as expensive looking as the outside. The booths were either covered in black velvet or leather. The tables were numbered 1-20 events on the right and odds to the left. Lining the path were lanterns full of hackmanite. Jason sat down as the train began to speed through the underworld. During the trip the train made no stops, they were moving so fast that the long almost still-standing lines of ghosts blurred by like pavement markings.

In under five minutes, the train managed to cut across the underworld and stopped at the only other station lining the railroad.

“Now arriving at your final destination. The judges await you.” The doors opened with an ominous hiss. Jason walked through the doors and entered a room that looked like the courtroom on SVU.

In the judge's seat sat three men—the three judges of Pluto's court.

The three kings of the past, Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus sat on elevated thrones carved from black cassiterite. To Jason’s right sat an empty jury and to the side of the three kings sat a court reporter. The witness stands were composed of men and women wearing Nobel clothing from various periods. There wasn’t a bailiff present for the trial because once a person died they couldn’t be harmed until after they’ve been sentenced to an afterlife. Nothing Jason said or did in here mattered, nothing in his life would change. He’d either land someplace or the other and that was that.

Judge Aeacus slammed his gavel against his sandalwood sound block. “May the court rise for the judgment of one Jason Grace, son of Lord Jupiter and the deceased mortal Beryl Grace.” Around him, several undead witnesses rose to their feet awaiting the judge's next orders.

“Mr. Grace steps forward and enters the witness stand.”

Jason approached the stand on light feet. He did not fear what awaited him once he left this courtroom he was a soldier and a good one at that. He’s done plenty of amazing things that others would have crumbled under. Jason had nothing to fear.

The witness stand, rather than being to the left of the three judges, was built in front of them allowing the three kings to stare down at Jason like he was a bug under a microscope.

“May the plaintiff present all the evidence the court will acquire for today's hearing.”

A shawled figure crept into the room holding a black briefcase. Long purple chains dragged behind the plaintiff's legs and made a sound equivalent to a sword scraping against a stone.

Jason recognized the metal as Stygian Iron. It was the same material his young friend Nico Di Angelo’s sword was forged from. The people in the witness stand hissed at the glowing chains. Jason personally felt incredibly lucky that he was guarded on the witness stand.

The plaintiff presented the metal box on the judge's table, handing Aeacus the key before leaving the courtroom just as silently as they got in. Inserting the key into its designated slot Jason waited with bated breath at what he knew the kings were about to pull out.

A golden light bright enough to rival that of Apollo’s sun illuminated the room. When the light died down enough for Jason to gaze upon the judges again his breath caught in his throat. Lying in the palms of Judge Aeacus was a golden thread the size of Jason's

“I present to the court the unbiased life of Jason Grace.”

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Ik this chapter is short but each of the chapters get longer😤

Toward the end of writing this I was remembering minor details of the original series and Daedalus and his 'punishment' came to mind

You can also find this fic on my Ao3 under the same name and user

WORD COUNT: 2,192 Words

#pjo hoo toa #jason grace #trials of apollo #piper mclean #meg mccaffrey #apollo #lester papadopoulos

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sweetsbutthewayagentboothsaysit · 1 year

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Jasipercabeth Power Headcannons so I can straighten my fic out

Jason Grace

-when he gets really excited, his skin buzzes with static electricity

-his hair is less styled and more frizz from the energy he radiates. like a stuck-his-finger-in-an-outlet style instead of i-spent-20-minutes-styling-this-quiff

-unlike Percy, Jason has control over the rain

-is his own fog machine

-was discouraged against using his powers at camp Jupiter but is encouraged at camp halfblood and learns all kinds of new things or relearns things that Lupa taught him

-doesn't fight in a more greek or roman way, is more wolf than human, wants to fight ferociously and tear rather than stab

-sometimes, percy will let him spar like he was raised (on all fours and with his teeth) because surprisingly, percy is the only one to understand how he was raised by wolves

-has little lightning bolts in his eyes if he gets really excited

-you can tell he’s getting mad when thunder starts to rumble. it gets louder and louder the angrier her gets.

-has lightning bolts coming off of him when he's really pissed

-is oddly respected by birds, they think he's just a giant pigeon, will bring him shiny things

-will start to fly if he’s not paying attention and usually walks on air for about an hour before he notices

-warning: will start to fly if incredibly excited

-sometimes, he’ll forget to breathe and the wind will punch him in the gut

Lesser known child of Jupiter powers:

-can tell if someone is guilty or innocent just by looking at them

-knows all of the old Roman laws by heart without ever learning them

Piper McLean

-charmspeak, obviously

-feels everything on a much higher level than normal people. like her emotions are turned up to 11 all the time and she has to be incredibly in tune with herself or else she’ll lose her mind trying to ignore her feelings or, in one instance, she’ll make herself physically sick

-amazing at hair of all types and is really good at cutting and styling despite never learning or teaching herself

-is really good at reading people and assessing personalities and vibes

-is really good at matchmaking because she’s really good at reading people

-can tell when a couple is soulmates. she can’t see a line connecting people to their soulmates or an aura or anything like that but if she meets a couple who are soulmates she can physically see that they were meant to be on a cosmic level

-her advice about relationships is never wrong, even when her advice is to dump your boyfriend of five years and get off birth control

-can turn her charm on and off but if it’s on, everyone and I mean everyone will fall in love with her. she didn’t even realize the first time she was doing it, just playfully flirting with Annabeth during archery practice and found Chiron offering her flowers while the rest of the cabins showered her with compliments and marriage proposals.

-knows which clothes will flatter someone based on body type, size and palette after looking at them once

-smells like whatever you love. Percy thinks she smells like candy and salt, Jason thinks she smells like rain and dirt, Annabeth claims she smells like books and coffee.

Annabeth Chase

-is like a LEGO Master Builder, can see what went into building a building just by looking at it

-actually has a mind palace like Sherlock except it’s less palace and more amphitheater but still contains all of the information she could ever want

-can see battlegrounds like maps and soldiers like game pieces in order to win

-she always wins

-is a master at weaving and can make a basket in 2 minutes flat

-is constantly coming up with new inventions that are amazing and actually work and she can tell you exactly how to build it but she’s not great at the actual building part

-can turn her head 270 degrees like an owl and has incredible night vision

-photographic and eidetic memory which wouldn’t be a power technically but because every single child of Athena has this, it’s a god given power

Not powers but head cannons:

-is a master at the connect two unconnected things in a minute game

-like, percy says tomato and jason says subsection 13 of section 7C from the American Book of Law, published in 2002 by Penguin House and she connects them within a minute and a half

Perseus Jackson

-anything, and I mean anything, with the slightest hint of water is considered his jurisdiction and he can manipulate the shit out of it

-is like a walking humidifier, any water within a fifty yard radius is drawn to him

-can literally feel the water running under cities and knows exactly which knob to turn to do the most damage

-when he sneezes, water bottles nearby will explode

-one time, he had a cold, and the entire water system at camp exploded before he was given ambrosia and meds

-has a sort of radio in his mind that is always on and is tuned to whatever even mildly aquatic creatures or horses are in the area

-can see latitude and longitude laid out before him like how annabeth sees battlefields

-his eyes glow a brilliant green when he’s in the darker parts of the oceans so he can see

-sometimes they glow when he’s excited and water will start to run (sinks and showers turn on, tea kettles boil in seconds, fountains start to rock a bit)

-when he starts to get mad, the ocean starts to get a little more aggressive and then it gets choppy and then it’s just raging the madder he gets

-is a natural at the ukulele because Poseidon claimed it as his instrument. it annoys Apollo to no end

-place him upside down in the deepest, darkest part of the ocean and he can tell you exactly where he is and which way is up

-if he steps in a puddle, even on accident, he simply absorbs all of the water without noticing

-the more time he has to train and chill out at camp half-blood, the more he taps into his earth shaker powers

-eventually, when he understands how to focus and call it to his will, he can just tap the ground with his big toe and a boulder will split in half

-he does a little tap dance and a minor earthquake knocks his opponents on their asses

-one time, gets uber pissed, screams, opens a brand new fault line so deep it creates a trench

-scientists are baffled

#PJO #demigod #demigods being demigods #not just the top three deserve powers #aphrodite kids be wicked powerful #you got no clue

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in-2004-fandoms-and-counting · 3 years

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AU where Nico dies (don't hate me pls I'm sorry I love Nico and ship the hell out of Solangelo, this is just to allow for some dark AUs) transporting the Athena Parthenos in BoO.

(Sorry it's such a long post) Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, revered praetor and peace-loving daughter of Bellona, loses the ability to share strength. Now, when she uses her power, she saps your energy, draws on your bravery, and poisons your mind with horrific images. Nico's death has allowed suppressed traits to resurface and overwhelm all her progress since San Juan all those years ago. She picks fights. She becomes a dictator in all but name, abolishing the Senate and making War Games a lot more "realistic": weekly funerals become commonplace, words are spoken under breaths, and terror resides in the heart of every New Roman. And so, Reyna Ramírez-Arellano turns her brilliant mind and poisonous power to Gaea's aid. Gleeson Hedge doesn't seem more than a broken satyr at first glance, his smiles never sincere, his voice never loud, his bat never raised. But when he slips off into the wilderness, he does not sit quietly among the trees and reflect. He whispers into the trees' leaves, his twisted words echoing the bitterness that now consumes his being. He has been tricked too many times: Pan, forcing thousands of satyrs to lose their lives in their quest to find him when he was alive all along; Clarisse, who never tried to connect with nature or understand his own ties to the natural world, who teaches his child the game of death while Mellie watches, fading away, unable to fight back; the gods, who, in their promise of protection, conveniently ignored the nature spirits. He is bitterest about Nico's death: about all he could have done, about what the kid should have done. The glint in his eyes scares even the worst monster that Tartarus could send. But it is Gaea he turns his allegiance to. It is Gaea who promises that he will always be good enough for her. And so, Gleeson Hedge turns nature back to its true mother: Gaea. Hazel Levesque is not someone you want as an enemy. Her golden eyes, gold like the masks of the judges of the dead, seem to see everything. Her powers grow stronger, but now she is able to control them. One glance, and she can cause an entire legion to scream and writhe in agony as she manipulates the iron in their blood, twists their shining armour, forces weapons to turn on their handlers. She stops wearing normal, mortal clothes, and now she wears flowing dresses of molten gold and bronze that no spear could pierce nor hand touch. She calls on the remnants of metal in the cave in Resurrection Bay to rise, and rise they do, twisting and weaving together at her command to form a cathedral-like vault with a solid Stygian iron throne. At the front of her temple lies a chasm from which her first creation arises, complete and healed, at last. Alcyoneus clambers out of the pit, back with his mother's life and Hazel's burning desire for destruction. And so, after seventy years, Hazel Levesque joins forces with Gaea of her own free will. Frank Zhang's arrows are no longer aimed at Tartarus's monsters, but at the people he once considered friends. The ruins of the Zhang family mansion become a shrine to Gaea, the ancient walls falling in blissful happiness into the Earth Mother's embrace. Frank returns often with fresh skulls, unfailingly whole - his arrow pierces cleanly through the eye every time. His piece of firewood safe in Gaea's belly, protected where no flame could reach, he is unstoppable. His shapeshifting causes unforseen problems with the allies' plans, it's very hard to plan how to fight a lion when he could turn into a swarm of bees at any moment. He is the ultimate spy, a literal fly on the wall, and for once, he feels needed. He feels worth something. He feels as though he is good enough, something the gods could never give. All the gods ever did for Frank, he realises bitterly, is take. His mother. His grandmother. His self-confidence. His chance for a stable, loving family. Nico. And so, Frank Zhang finds a different kind of family, one that will not let him down, in Gaea. Piper McLean never wanted to be a tragic love story; that was purely for her mother's entertainment. She

cuts her hair short. She kills Gaea's enemies on sight. Her charmspeak forces even her old family, Camp Half-Blood, to turn against each other, brother against brother, sister against sister, until bodies litter the strawberry fields and the Big House crumbles to smouldering ashes. The gods have her no love. Their boundaries mean nothing to her any more. Her love extends to her favourite mother, her boyfriend, the rest of the Seven, Grover, Reyna and Hedge. Beyond that, it is poison. Gaea takes her hands, looks into her eyes, and tells Piper that she is more than the spawn of an unfaithful, air-headed immortal, more than the damsel in distress. She tells Piper that she is who she decides to be. And Piper agrees. Gaea gives her the opportunity to be out of others' shadows. Piper McLean takes the chance and joins with Gaea, her charmspeak almost her most dangerous feature, second only to her unbridled wrath when Nico's death is mentioned.

Jason Grace owes fealty to only one eternal goddess now. He scours the Underworld with Hazel and Frank, relentless like the wolves he was brought up with. He knows no bounds, his destruction barely controllable by even Piper and her charmspeak. He has obliterated entire cities, counties, even an entire nation. He feels no regret, no remorse, no nagging guilt. He seeks out and electrocutes homophobes as his powers grow in complexity, along with his ability to control them. No matter how much they scream, the same two words shoot from Jason's scarred lips like the lightning bolts he commands: for Nico. As the darkness inside him grows, the son of Jupiter advances on Olympus, eyes and hands blazing, to destroy his father, as one of Gaea's allies, as one of Gaea's found children. Jason Grace vows by Nico's soul and Gaea's love to destroy the gods who shamelessly abandoned them.

Percy Jackson has been close to the darkness before. As just one examole, he's controlled poison to choke the goddess of misery at the edge of Chaos. But now, Annabeth's words at the time - some things aren't meant to be controlled - strike differently. Percy doesn't follow rules any more. That brooding, troublemaking face now alludes to his new form: gone is the class clown, here is something more akin to a devil. Like Hazel, he has made hundreds of people and monsters shriek in pain as he controls their blood, contorting their bodies into unnatural forms and snapping necks with a mere snap of his fingers. If Nico's death is mentioned around the pair of them - Hazel and Percy - both turn on the individual, eyes smouldering with the deceitfully cool ashes of the fire of grief, and slowly unleash their wrath. Percy cannot be controlled. He wants revenge. Part of him wishes he had never given his mother the head of Medusa to kill Smelly Gabe; it tore him to pieces when he made the fluid in her head seep out of her eyes. But she wouldn't stop begging him to leave Gaea. She had to go. She was no longer loving him as he knew he deserved. Now, Percy Jackson takes his support from the mother he should have accepted long ago: Gaea.

Annabeth Chase did not accept powers from her new mother, her better mother. She chose to use her mind as her weapon and Gaea respected that. Gaea gave her the resources she needed to wreak havoc on mortals and immortals alike. Now, instead of studying for a stupid internship in a misogynistic, capitalist society, Annabeth unleashes her fury, her grief, her mind on the world. The gods deserve to pay for what happened to Nico. The demigods need to feel her grief. The mortals started this stupid cycle of overwork and inadequate pay. Annabeth is ready to work with the mother that respects her, that loves her, that nurtures her as she deserves. And work she does. Plan after plan is developed, improved, redrafted, mocked up, redeveloped, and finally executed with clinical precision. Her mind becomes what her enemies most fear, even above her reputation: first child of Athena in millennia to reach Arachne, retriever of the Athena Parthenos, survivor of Tartarus. And she laughs, laughs in a maniacal way that makes you want to take a step back as she strides towards you, grey eyes alight with an unnatural glint as you realise that she knows everything about you and she knows how this will end. She will not let herself or her friends die. She refuses to let another situation like Nico's death happen again. So, Annabeth Chase takes Gaea's resources and turns them into a mass genocide, executed with her new mother's blessing.

Grover Underwood leads the nature spirits now. He commands dryads to extend their unstoppable tendrils through the paths that Gaea forms for them, deep in the earth, then sending them exploding through the surface and reclaiming all that was torn from them under the pretence of friendship. His empathy link with Percy allows him some degree of control, both over the son of Poseidon and over naiads. Grover is betrayed and bitterly disappointed in Pan, in the gods, in demigods, in mortals, in Nico. And so, he turns nature back home with Gleeson Hedge. The hauntingly beautiful whistling of his pipes lures demigods, mortals, even gods to their doom. Apollo is the first to fall, trapped by the music of the satyr whose horns now make him seem diabolical as he dances in the flames. Grover Underwood finds his roots in Gaea and his revenge in destruction.

Leo Valdez wants to burn the world to ashes. There's not a moment he's not on fire, his hair smouldering, his skin aglow. At his feet lies Hera, trussed up like a rodeo calf, bound by the power of the guardian Leo knows he deserved as a child. There is no Piper with her charmspeak to free the ex-queen; at least, Piper is by Leo's side as he blasts her with his searing flames. There's a smile on Leo's face that rivals even Annabeth's as he torches cities, razes acres and lights up the sky with plumes of smoke and columns of fire. His reasoning feels etched into his heart: the gods let Nico die. The gods let us down one time too many. And so he lets the flames go. Gaea stands behind him, her hand on his shoulder, proud and respectful. She knows that he secretly enjoyed starting the war with New Rome. He has fire powers; it's only natural, and that Octavian is enough to drive anyone mad. So, Leo Valdez finally makes his peace with Gaea.

Will Solace goes out like a light as the news of his beloved's death is announced. He lies, broken and silent, in Gaea's arms, tears streaming down his face. He stirs only for Nico's name, and his eyes turn slowly to whoever dared say it. He reaches out an arm, eyes turning black, leaching all the colour from the surroundings as his whisper echoes: there is no hope. Behind him stands Gaea, a tear of her own on her earthen cheek. She feels his pain, raw and fresh. But she takes some of it onto herself. Will Solace shares his grief with Gaea now.

And so they stand, eyes alight and expressions dark and triumphant, by the side of the goddess who did not want to let Nico die.

Gaea smiles.

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Collisions in the Dark (Ch 21): Checkmate

Warnings: depictions of violence, language.

Pairings: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Summary: They go to face Ra’s together: as a family.

Chapter Notes: Checkmate: Threatening the capture of the enemy king such that it cannot escape. This wins the game for the attacking side.

“When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.” — “ Lessons On Loving a Prophet ”, Jeanann Verlee

The whirl of the snow dropped away as Cass pulled the stone door shut behind them and with it so did the whistling whine of wind against Tim’s ears. Tim almost would have preferred the noise… anything to distract him from the fears he was barely holding at bay in the corner of his mind.

The hallway they’d entered into was deserted as they expected, having seen no visuals from the tech on the Batwing. By the time they reached the lower levels, though, they’d expected to have found a ninja or two, but the hallway ahead of them was empty. As were the ones after it.

Batman, who’d been leading the group around one corner and then the next, finally stopped and spoke quietly to them over his shoulder. “Ra’s has pulled all of his men back to the central chamber as we feared.”

“When we attack, we’ll have to be ready to give it our all.” said Dick, “We’ll be going up against his entire army… or close to that at any rate.”

“There’s still time to call Alfred back and blow up the chamber with the big guns on the Batwing,” said Jason.

“No,” Bruce grunted. “It’ll be too hard to guarantee that we hit the right target.”

Jason exhaled a long breath. “Alright then, I guess we’re all planning on dying the hard and painful way.”

Tim skimmed his knuckles across the back of Jason’s hand. Jason glanced down at their hands hanging next to each other and then pulled his gaze back up to Tim’s eyes.

Tim tried for a smile.

It was hard when the knots in his stomach left him feeling nothing but queasy with unease. “Not planning on dying on me so soon are you?”

Jason refused to make eye contact, instead he look out over the top of Tim’s head. “Not planning on it, particularly, but if I did… What then?”

Tim swallowed thickly. It took everything in him to say the next words, but he said them anyway because he meant them this time. He’d learned his lesson and he didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice. “Then I’ll keep my promise to you this time.”

Jason’s eyes returned to him in a flash. The intense expression on Jason’s face fixed Tim to the spot. He was aware of the fact that he’d also drawn the eyes of his family members, though they said nothing to draw attention to themselves.

Tim squeezed Jason’s fingers tightly. “But don’t expect me to let you go gently into the sweet goodnight, or any of that bullshit.”

Jason gave a faint smirk. “Death would have to drag me kicking and screaming to get me to part from you.”

Tim smiled but his mood didn't lift. He longed for the time when every choice he made didn’t feel like an even bigger mistake than the one before it. It seemed like years ago when he could make a decision and know the outcome for certain… and know that it wouldn’t end in some kind of catch-22 situation.

Bruce coughed into his fist. “We should keep moving.”

They continued on.

When they rounded a torchlit corner and stumbled into the first guard they were all more than a little startled. Cass came from the side with a throat punch that never connected. The ninja sidestepped and caught her arm . He shoved her back towards the group.

The ninja didn’t follow the move with an attack. They stood warily together, hands hovering over a variety of weapons, nobody moving except to exchange confused glances.

“The Demon’s head wishes to speak with the one he calls ‘Detective’.”

Bruce stepped forward. “Tell Ra’s that I— ”

“He doesn’t mean you.”

Ouch. Tim understood the meaning of the guard’s words and he knew that Ra’s meant to insult Bruce with it. Tim wondered quietly to himself what had caused Bruce to fall from the pedestal that Ra’s had once placed him on.

Tim’s hand moved from his bo staff to Bruce’s arm. Bruce turned to look at him.

“I can do this.”

There was a long pause before Bruce stepped back and to the side. Tim took his mentor’s place.

He raised his head to address the man standing before him.

“If Ra’s wishes to speak to me he’ll do it in the company of my family or not at all. It’s your choice. Risk angering your master if you’re feeling brave.”

The ninja didn’t hesitate before stepping to the side and extending his hand towards the set of closed double doors he’d once stood in front of. At least Tim knew he still held some lingering power around here… at least while he was still considered the Demon Head’s chosen one. Or play thing. Tim tried hard not to think about that.

Tim pulled open the double doors and forced his feet to keep moving and carry him towards the chair where Ra’s lounged like a king before his court. Tim’s muscles tensed at the sight of so many ninjas standing in formation on two sides of the room. He walked between the two columns of men, his family following a step behind him, stopping a few feet from Ra’s.

Ra’s smiled at the sight of them. “What’s this, Detective? Did you bring your whole family for an official goodbye?”

“I won’t be going anywhere with you, Ra’s.”

Ra’s’ smile widened. “Oh, Timothy, Timothy. That’s not how this game works, remember?”

"I'm putting a stop to this, Ra's," stated Bruce. “Tim has made his choice very clear and you’re either going to respect that or we’re going to make you in whatever way necessary. Either way, this ends tonight.”

Ra's laughed and sat forward in his chair. "Oh, now you're putting a stop to it? You? Who sold him to me in the first place."

"That was a stratagem. Tim understood that the part he played was necessary— "

"You sold him. Tossed him to the wolves with such carelessness. Do not come here making demands of me now that you've realized the precious asset you stand to lose."

"Asset?" scoffed Dick. "He doesn't want a fucking asset. He wants his son back, you bastard."

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Ra’s. “You see, Batman, you gave me a taste of the forbidden fruit. You can’t blame me for developing an appetite.”

Nausea rose violently in Tim’s throat and he stepped backwards so fast that his shoulder blade came up hard against Jason's chest. Jason reached out and steadied him with a hand on his arm. At Ra's words however, Jason didn't release his hold. Instead his grip tightened, fingers pressing into the bend of Tim's elbow hard enough that Tim swore Jason could feel his fear thumping through the veins that rested under his fingertips.

“You do realize,” said Damian, “That when you say creepy shit like that, other people can hear you. Right?”

“Damian,” Dick hissed under his breath.

“What?” Damian snapped. “We were all thinking it. How else is he going to learn if nobody—”

Dick elbowed Damian in the ribs. “Shut. Up.”

Ra’s smiled venomously at the pair, but didn’t grace Damian’s comments with a response. When he turned his gaze back onto Tim, Ra’s’ expression seemed to ask, this is who you would choose? This band of orphans and street rats, over the man who could give you the keys to world power?

“This is the last time I’m going to make this offer, Timothy. Join with me and I’ll spare your family and friends. They can walk out of here without a scratch on them.”

Tim swallowed thickly, the muscles in his neck so tight that he could feel them jump at the movement. “And if I say no?”

Ra’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’m going to make you watch as I cut every one of them down. And that one,” he stabbed a finger at Jason, “isn’t going to die before experiencing a lot of pain.”

“I’ve died twice already.” replied Jason. “A painful death doesn’t scare me.”

“Let’s see if you still think that after I bring you back and repeat the process a few times in new and creative ways. I’m sure Timothy wouldn’t care to see that again.”

Tim squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly.

“Are you remembering what it was like, Detective? How he choked on his own blood as he struggled for breath. His dead eyes staring up at you. I’ve heard that death by anthrax poison is especially gruesome towards the end. The entire thing must have been horribly… traumatic for you.”

Tim’s eyelashes were wet when he opened his eyes to stare at him. “And you wonder why I can’t love you. You’re nothing but a fucking monster.”

“I am what you make me, Detective. But, whatever you think of me, remember this, I’m a man of my word. So think wisely before giving me your answer.”

Tim looked around at his family members. Every single one of them knew the risks of being in the vigilante business. On some level you have to be willing to walk into a fight with the knowledge that you might die there. He knew that they could die here today, but it still bothered him… the thought that because of him, an entire legacy might be wiped out all at once. Yes, there would still be Barbara and Kate and Alfred, but to have all of their hard work cut off in one final blow felt like the cruelest thing of all. Could he really live with the knowledge that he was responsible for everyone’s deaths except his own… because he knew that if they lost this fight, Ra’s wouldn’t give him the opportunity to kill himself. Tim would be trapped with his decision.

Tim met Ra’s’ gaze head on. “I made myself a promise a long time ago that if I was going to lose, I would do it on my own terms.”

Tim reached over his shoulder and pulled his bo staff from his back.

“So I choose my family.”

Ra’s nodded and out of the corner of his eye, Tim could see his family members reaching for concealed weapons. Damian’s sword sung as it was freed from its scabbard and held in a two-handed grip in front of him.

Under his breath Dick was issuing quiet orders. Tim only caught a fragment of them at the end. “ — eyes on Tim and Jason at all times.”

Ra’s raised his voice as he stood from his chair. “Anyone who brings the detective to me alive will be granted the greatest gift that I can offer to anyone. A second life on this earth.”

“Oh, fuck,” Tim hissed in time with Steph. This fight was about to get a lot more intense.

Steph closed ranks on his left just as the columns of ninjas turned and charged them. For one horrible minute Tim and Jason were crushed in the center of a mass of bodies, their weapons uselessly pinned against their sides. The pair were jostled as their family members jabbed, kicked, and punched to gain some room to move to expand their small circle outwards.

Tim felt Jason’s hand grasp onto his wrist and he turned in time to see Jason angle his head before dragging him through the mass of bodies towards Dick. His older brother had his escrima sticks out and they got there just in time to watch Dick catch a ninja under the jaw with one, knocking him off his feet.

Jason charged past Dick into the space that had just been cleared and caught the next ninja that came at them with a knife in his gut. The man dropped like a rock.

Hands clutched at Tim from all sides. Tim spun with a vicious sweep of his staff that knocked all of them back, before taking on the group of three in front of him, trusting Jason to defend him from behind. It was difficult to use his staff while fighting back to back with Jason, his moves limited by the fact that the wrong one might injury Jason just as much as it injured his enemies.

Someone, Tim thought it might have been Bruce, dropped a smoke bomb to give them cover. It had the unfortunate effect of aiding the fighters on both sides. A body erupted from the smoke and barreled into Tim from his far right.

Tim was slammed backwards into Jason, lifting the other boy off his feet. The trio hit the floor, the ninja’s hands locked onto Tim’s staff, pinning Tim underneath it. Tim released his staff with one hand and punched the man across the face twice in quick succession. It stunned him long enough for Tim to get a foot planted underneath him and flip them. They rolled until Tim was straddling the man’s waist, Jason shoving at the ninja’s shoulder to free his pinned legs.

A stranger’s hand fisted in Tim’s hair and yanked him backwards. Tim dropped his staff with a scream and scrambled to free himself. The other ninja, whose chest he’d previously been straddling, started to move as Tim’s weight was lifted off him. Tim kicked at him, catching him in the shoulder and the the cheek. Jason punched the ninjas from behind, his fist landing a blow behind the man’s ear.

Tim’s fingernails were leaving blood scratches in the man’s hand as he tried to find the man’s thumb, hoping that if he broke it with a hard yank backwards, the man would release his grip on his hair. Jason beat him to it, twisting his body around on the ground to aim his gun and blasting a bullet into the ninja’s skull. Tim gasped as blood and brain matter splattered across his neck and back, but didn’t have time to freak out more than that as he was attacked from below.

Tim threw himself on top of the man who was trying to rise from under him and slammed his arm against the man’s windpipe.

“Knife!” he screamed, reaching towards Jason. Jason’s blood-slicked hand slapped something in his palm. Tim took it without looking at it and stabbed the ninja in the shoulder before twisting it.

Without even looking, Tim knew that Dick was standing behind him. He could hear every solid thack as Dick’s escrima sticks made connect with flesh and bone.

Jason rose up onto his knees and reached to help Tim up.

“Come on,” he said, breathing hard. “We have to get on our—”

Tim looked up at him.

He gasped and seized at his staff. “Jason—”

The man barely had time to lay hands on Jason before Cass was there, climbing up the man’s back in two strong strides before she could wrap her legs around the man’s neck and snap his neck with a sharp twist of her legs. She fell to the ground on top of him and shoved Jason and Tim to their feet.

She pointed to the path that Bruce, Steph, and Damian were working hard to keep clear.

“The command center.” She panted. “Go! Now!”

Before he knew it, Jason’s hand was on him again, tugging Tim fiercely towards safety. They ran full speed down a number of dark hallways, knowing that if they stopped to figure out where they were they would be set upon from behind again.

“Left! Jason go left here!” Oracle’s voice erupted loudly from their comms.

Running side by side with him, Tim caught a glimpse of Jason’s grin. “You’re a lifesaver, Babs.”

“Save that thank you until you can say it to me in person, alright? We’re still miles from the finish line.”

“Will do, Coach.”

Oracle directed them through the dark and empty corridors until they reached the locked doors of the command center. Tim pressed his face to the opaque glass and cupped his hands next to his head. Nothing stirred within the room.

Tim shifted over to the keypad and pulled a piece of his tech from one of the pockets of his bandolier.

“Still have that knife?” he asked over his shoulder.

“I think you left it in that guy’s shoulder.” replied Jason with a distracted glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was heading their way.

“Right,” Tim sighed and fished out a birdarang. He wedged the sharp edge of the blade in between the two panels and snapped it open with a hard whack of his palm. He connected the wires and let his tech do the decrypting, flashing through variations of codes before the keypad chimed and the lock on the door popped open.

“Here,” Tim tossed Jason a USB drive as they entered the room. “There should be a main driver on that far wall that stores all of the league’s information. Plug that into one of the ports and I’ll start transferring the files onto it.”

Jason went to the far wall as Tim spun a chair around and sat in it. As he decrypted the login into the league’s server, Jason called out to him, “Weren’t you only in here, like, twice? How do you know where they keep everything?”

Yeah, thought Tim. Once, at the very beginning. The second, to watch you die. Both times I wanted to be looking at anything other than what was right in front of me.

“It’s similar to how I would set up my own command center if I were running a worldwide league of assassins.”

It was actually how Tim would have remodeled the batcave’s command center if given the chance. He hoped that didn’t reveal more about him than he was ready to admit. Tim had just finished pulling the files over to the drive when an explosion sounded in the distance. He watched the progress bar as it inched forward on the screen.

Dick’s voice came shaky and out of breath on their comms.

He was running.

“Ra’s— is heading your way guys— Bruce and I are— in pursuit. Shit—”

The line was quiet for a moment before Dick’s voice returned. “Others are holding back the ninjas for as — long as they can. Whatever you’re doing, do it faster.”

Tim looked at Jason and then the progress bar. Thirty-seven percent complete.

He placed his finger against his comm unit. “There’s no way we’ll be finished in time.”

“Then barricade the fucking door!”

“Right,” Jason looked around him before pulling a filing cabinet onto its side with a bang. Tim ran to the doors and slammed them closed. He initiated the security lock code on the keypad and then ripped the entire thing out of the wall and severed the wires. Together they pushed the filing cabinet against the doors and stacked anything not bolted down on top of it.

“I just want to state that none of this would have happened if we’d just blown the place up like I suggested in the first place.” Jason wedged a desk chair against the pile.

“I’m beginning to see the logic in that.”

A sword blade punched through one of the glass doors above the handle. Tim stumbled back into Jason with a shaky, “Fuck.”

Jason dragged him away from the door.

“The files.” he said. “Are they transferred?”

Tim ran over to the monitor. “Transferred!”

Jason yanked out the drive. “Alright, trash his tech. Now!”

Tim tossed Jason the drive with his own personally designed virus. As he implemented it, he was aware of the glass exploding inwards as Batman’s body was thrown through it. Jason planted himself between the door and Tim, his guns held in both hands, firing at any movement through the doorframe.

The virus was working its magic with every line of code.

The sound of glass crunching under boots had Tim turning in concern. Why wasn’t Jason firing? Tim stepped out from behind Jason’s tall form and could only stare at the sight in front of him. Bruce half risen onto his knees on the ground, and Dick arching perilously against the insistent pressure of Ra’s’ blade to his neck.

Ra’s, with blood dripping down the side of his face from a wound at his hairline, met his eyes from across the room. With a venomous smile, he asked, “Shall I start with this one, Timothy?”

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alwayslukason · 5 years

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Please imagine this: Luke comes back from the dead and he has to catch up with everything that happened. He meets Jason is really wary about him and the Romans at first because "what the fuck. What the actual fuck yOU WERE RAISED BY WOLVES AND TRAINED FROM WHAT AGE ON?!" and even after he gets closer to them (especially with Jason) he still says that he doesn't trust the Romans, although there is litterally the strongest Roman demigod aka Jason Grace sitting in his lap.

Coming back from the dead brings a whole lot more questions than the people who were there to learn about it. From Camp Jupiter to Gaea, Luke was able to absorb as much as he could from the demigods who didn’t hate his guts, at least. That’s to say - there are still some among them who are wary about him, and for a good reason too.

Meeting Thalia’s brother was the other huge shocker since Thalia never once mentioned about her family. Every reminder of it brought pain in her eyes so Luke elected to avoid prying so that she could have her peace. Then, he learned about the customs of Camp Jupiter, including where Jason was trained by wolves since the age of two and has been serving the camp ever since he ‘graduated’ from the Wolf House.

What the fuck?

This brings to mind that Jason might not have the experience of some ‘normalcy’ (not that the life of a demigod brings the right to boast about being normal) and the first clue came from Jason literally ripping his teeth into a lump of raw meat, chewing on it as though it was a cooked chicken. While Luke was trying to digest the sight, everyone else minded their own food as though it was normal.

What has this crazy world come to?

“Hey,” Jason called out softly from his place in Luke’s lap, effectively snapping Luke out of his thoughts. “Do you want to mingle around?” He gestured towards the crowd formed by demigods from both Camp Halfblood and Camp Jupiter.

Luke scoffed and bit back the sarcastic remark he would’ve made if it were anyone but Jason, Thalia or Annabeth who were asking. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not exactly famous around.” He leaned forward and perched his chin on Jason’s broad shoulder. “I’m good here.”

“Are you sure? I’ve been told I’m not quite interesting company.” Jason only turns his head slightly, enough to feel the touch of Luke’s skin against his nose. Jason notices that whenever the demigods from Camp Jupiter came over, Luke becomes less inclined to join the fun.

“If that matters to me at all, I wouldn’t be your boyfriend now, would I, wolf boy?”

Contrary to what Jason or anyone thinks, Luke quite enjoys the peace and serenity that Jason brings. Jason is quiet, but not enough to fade into the background. He’s easily one of the strongest demigods around, and his title as Pontifex Maximus meant that he’s going to get recognized even when he keeps quiet. It’s only so that the kids from Camp Jupiter are far more disciplined to hound Jason every minute of the day while titles don’t matter and the boring sort much to Camp Half Blood. That didn’t mean Jason’s presence isn’t noticeable - far from it.

“Luke.” Jason’s voice grows serious, though it doesn’t hold the tone that Luke is in trouble - like the time he casually gave Connor and Travis ideas for a prank, which he honestly didn’t know they were going to pull on Jason and Percy. “Are you uncomfortable with us Romans?” His voice grows softer this time as though he’s approaching a delicate issue that might cause Luke to clam up.

Luke shrugs his shoulders and holds Jason tightly to him. “Not uncomfortable as much as I don’t trust them. I don’t trust a lot of people.”

“You know that it doesn’t make sense when you have me on your lap, right?”

“And you weigh a good ton, wolf boy,” Luke purrs into Jason’s ear teasingly and smirked when he feels Jason’s skin warming up from the act.

“I’m serious,” Jason grumbles with his cheeks tinted red, and he pulled himself away slightly so that he can turn around to face his boyfriend. Both of his hands are on Luke’s arms as Luke encircled them around Jason to keep him from falling off. “I’m not looking into forcing you into anything but… is there a chance where you’ll try to get to know them? Maybe?”

Luke doesn’t know what to say when he’s looking into Jason’s eyes that seemed so hopeful, like this meant a lot to him. Unlike Jason, Luke only mingled around outside of his circle before when it served a united purpose. Other than looking after the newcomers of Camp Half Blood and working with the Seven on some occasions to steal from a near impossibly accessible place, hanging out with the Romans hasn’t been in his priority list.

Yet he seems to be fighting a losing battle when it reminds him how much this would mean to Jason. Jason hardly makes any requests as it is, unless it’s for the benefit of others. His selflessness, despite what he had been through, had always been an enigma to Luke - and yet a bigger part of Luke finds it frustrating that Jason always decides to do a thankless job and gets twice the pain in the process. He almost wanted to rip his own hair out, trying to get Jason to become a little bit more selfish. Hence, it’s really difficult to say ‘no’ when Jason is making such an earnest request for his own desire for once.

“Fine,” Luke finally says after he expelled a huge sigh. “I’ll try. But if nothing good comes out of it, I’m not going to push it.”

As expected, Jason beams like a thousand suns he is and pushes himself forward to wrap his strong arms around Luke, who slowly rests his own hands on Jason’s muscular back. No matter how much you tell him that his hugs are often in the form of a golem’s crushing attack, Jason’s excitement overrides his caution when handling these good-willed embraces.“That’s more than what I could ask for,” Jason murmurs happily. Luke wanted to point out that this isn’t exactly a demanding request that would warrant such a reaction of full gratitude - but he prefers to keep Jason’s moods happy. “Come. I’ll introduce you to some of my closest friends.”

“Wait, we’re doing this right now?” Luke tries to argue when Jason hops off his lap and easily pulls Luke onto his feet.

“Of course. They aren’t going to be staying for long.” Lacing his fingers together with Luke’s, Jason makes his way towards the crowd with Luke in tow.

Brushing his fingers into his hair, Luke sighs into the air. He had hoped he could have more moments of silence with Jason before meeting the Romans, who might or might not also hate his guts. Regardless, seeing how Jason navigates them through the crowd excitedly, heading towards Reyna and Thalia, Luke suppressed the small feeling of dread and puts on his sociable, charming mask - and smiles at Jason’s back.

#lukason #this took me quite a long time to reply #but i really wanted to make a drabble of it!#i hope whoever sent this is still around lol! i really love writing for these too.#luke castallen

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BASICS !

NAME . jason grace.

NICKNAME(S) . jay , lightening boy , blond superman , a few choice others.

ALIAS(ES) . when he’s in trouble and avoiding things such as everyone , he uses the name isaac todd.

AGE . verse dependant , usually 17 / 18.

BIRTHDATE . july 1st.

BIRTHPLACE . he’s unsure , but he knows it’s somewhere in california.

GENDER . cismale.

ORIENTATION . panromantic pansexual .

SPECIES . demigod , son of jupiter.

OCCUPATION . solider , school student.

SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS . i mean ?? middle - class ?? idk.

CURRENT RESIDENCE . jason’s residency is split between camp jupiter , camp half blood , and the boarding school he and piper attend.

FAMILY !

PARENTS . beryl grace , an actress , deceased. jupiter , king of the gods , immortal.

UPBRINGING . jason’s childhood and upbringing was messy. beryl was abusive , an addict , and obviously abandoned him in a secluded woodland area and left him to the mercy of a pack of wolves. jupiter wasn’t present throughout his childhood or upbringing , that being left to the older residents of camp jupiter , and his sister , thalia.

BIRTH ORDER . second born.

SIBLINGS . jason has several half paternal siblings , all of jupiter’s other children. he has one full sibling , an older sister called thalia.

PETS . he’s got !! a service pup. he gets hercules when he’s around 21, to deal with his PTSD and his anxiety, which gets like 1000x worse when he loses his arm.

PERSONAL !

MORAL ALIGNMENT . lawful good / neutral good / chaotic good / lawful neutral / true neutral / chaotic neutral / lawful evil / neutral evil / chaotic evil .

RELIGION . polytheistic.

PHILOSOPHY . cynicism / idealism / realism / apathy .

SINS . greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath .

VIRTUES . chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice .

SECRETS . it’s not so much of a secret , but jason struggles with education , and finds his school work and attempting to socialise with his peers difficult. mortals are hard.

STRENGTHS . determined , wilful , skilled fighter , patient.

WEAKNESSES . competitive , stubborn , temperamental , sometimes malicious , explosive anger.

MENTAL !

KNOWN LANGUAGES . jason is fluent in ancient latin , has basic understanding of ancient greek , french.

EDUCATION . jason never went through normal education. most of the things jason has learned has been through the older kids from camp , and when he’s been out on quests. up until recently , he’s never been to a proper school , but with piper’s father putting them both in a proper school , he’s trying his hardest to catch up on everything he’s missed.

MENTOR(S) . lupa , the wolf goddess , mentored jason from finding him in the woods to getting him to camp. then , technically , his mentors were bobby and gwen , and dakota , who raised him for the most part , also.

INTERESTS . interests are not something jason has many of. he enjoys reading , he enjoys playing sports , such as football and lacrosse. he also has an affinity for garbage reality tv.

PHYSICAL !

FACECLAIM(S) . henrik holm ( primary ) , mason dye ( secondary. )

HAIR . golden blond , soft , well conditioned.

EYES . jason’s eyes are sky blue , but they change with the weather. if the sky grows cloudy , so do his eyes.

SKIN . tanned , covered in scars , with a tattoo on his forearm.

BUILD . scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / full - figured / herculean / pudgy / average .

HEIGHT . 6′1" .

WEIGHT . 182 lb .

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS . jason is covered in scars , given to him throughout years of fighting monsters.

CONSTITUTION / FITNESS . excellent , jason is much healthier than most of his age , as he’s half god.

FAVORITES !

DISH(ES) . chicken of any kind , mashed potatoes with gravy , meat feast & bbq chicken pizza.

DRINK(S) . fruity sodas , dr pepper , fruit flavoured water , overly sweetened coffee , black coffee.

PIZZA TOPPING(S) . peppers , mushrooms , chicken , beef , pepperoni.

COLOR(S) . sky blue , sunflower yellow.

MUSIC GENRE(S) . pop punk , rock.

BOOK GENRE(S) . horror , fantasy , science fiction , mystery and crime .

MOVIE GENRE(S) . horror , sci - fi , fantasy , comedy , actions.

CURSE WORD(S) . fuck , twat , tosser , bastard , bitch.

SCENT(S) . lightening , rain , grass , mud.

FUN STUFF !

TOP , BOTTOM , OR SWITCH . he is too innocent for this question , goodbye.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER . oh , yes.

LIKES PUNS . they’re his favourite.

HOGWARTS HOUSE . gryffindor.

ABILITIES / POWERS . jason , like most other demigods , has enhanced strength , stamina and speed. he can also fly ( control winds to move himself through the air ) , can control and manipulate lightening / electricity.

tagged by . @seaprofound

tagging . whomever.

#i. headcanon.

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