SWEET RELIEF
✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!reader
✸ synopsis: jason got you sick, so now he’s on nurse duty
✸ warnings: not proofread, i might’ve swore like, twice
✸ notes: IM sick rn so i’m neglecting my requests and giving you this instead while wondering where my jason is to take care of me
this was it. this was how you were going to die.
after all the things you’d faced as a heroic demigod, you were going to go down under a heap of tissue, cough medicine, and periodic thermometer checks.
you were going to be taken out by the fucking flu.
laying in your bed, half your limbs covered in blankets and the others exposed to the air because your body couldn’t yet decide if it was boiling hot or freezing cold, you felt miserable.
your thoughts of just succumbing to illness and wondering what the doors of death looked like were interrupted by the creak of your door opening, revealing your boyfriend with a bottle of water and medicine in hand.
now, jason was a helicopter boyfriend on any given day, but considering the fact that he was the parasite who’d given you the flu after he’d had it the week before, he was extra hovery now that you were under the weather. and you’d taken care of him when he was sick, so in his words, he was only returning the favor.
“hey sweetheart,” he said, sock-fitted feet padding closer to your bedside. “how you feeling?”
how, exactly, were you to answer that question? without sounding insane, that is.
how did you explain that you could physically feel the clothes you were wearing weighing on your skin and how even lying still your muscles ached like they’d been over-exerted for hours?
unwilling to sound like a nut job, you answered with a nasally grumble instead.
that wasn’t the answer jason was looking for, of course, but he still set your water down on the nightstand and didn’t ask a follow up question.
“here’s your medicine.”
“keep it,” you pouted, looking at the evil little pills from tartarus sitting in his gentle palm.
“c’mon, you have to take them.”
knowing he was right and unable to find it in yourself to fight, you took the medicine with gulps of water and a few grimaces, but hey, you took them nonetheless.
“your hands are cold,” jason observed after your hands had brushed his to grab the pills.
“well, i’m freezing so that would make sense.” you admitted.
and that was all jason needed to hear before he’d left the room and returned with a fluffy blanket. he fanned it out and layered it on top of the one you were already underneath and, as any good on-nurse-duty boyfriend would, climbed right underneath it with you.
“jase, no, this is exactly how i got sick,” you complained, trying fruitlessly to shove him away.
“i’ve already had it,” he reasoned. “i’m practically immune now.”
“immune, my ass,” you grumbled. “but i’ll let you stay because you’re warm.”
perfect, because he wasn’t going to leave you anyways!
jason wrapped you up in his arms as closely as he could, resting your head on his chest as you snuggled into his shirt. he pulled the blankets up to your chin, making sure to trap in as much warmth as possible.
as you began to lull to sleep, overtaken with fatigue, he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, giving you a final squeeze before your found some relief from illness in your dreams.
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I know a lot of people picture Thalia Grace as tall because she’s the daughter of Zeus, but her being short is far too much funnier to me.
Give me Thalia being a tiny, electric ball of rage.
Give me Thalia wearing 4 inch platform boots… just to be 5’5.
Give me Thalia doing a quadruple take at how big Annabeth had gotten after she came out of the tree.
Give me Percy using her head as an armrest one day, and getting zapped all the way across camp.
Give me Thalia being a whole foot shorter than her little brother Jason. (He wouldn’t say anything about it, he’s a sweetheart)
It’s in my head now, and I’m spreading it as much as I can.
Tagging @florenceisstrange, @starlightshadowsworld, and @ishouldsleepbut, I want to hear your thoughts on this.
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the HOO character concepts were pretty genius
take a trope for a god kid, turn it around, then give them the necessary power boost so percy no longer has to feel like the sole force of nature who had to dunk himself in the styx, which gets you:
- a Zeus kid with bad eyesight who's plagued by self-doubt
- an Aphrodite kid who hates artifice and wields truth like a knife
- a Hephaestus kid with sarcastic humor and burning rage
- a Hades kid representing jewels and magic instead of skeletons
- an Ares kid who's chill and clumsy (and terminally ill, unless I'm reading too much into the metaphor)
it's a pretty good combo! they're so interesting! you could do so much with these stereotype-breakers
+ classics are classic for a reason (see: power of the sea distilled into one dude, ghost king constantly on the brink of death, purple-cape-wearing action superhero, and blonde batman.)
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