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riseofgrace · 2 months
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Lupa meeting Jason for the first time, Seeing this small human pup and being reminded of her own human children, Romulus and Remus.
The child trembles, not from fear but from the cold. The image of two babies shivering from the assaulting winds of the wild, clinging on each other, comes flashing through her mind. They. He needs shelter.
The she-wolf is suddenly flooded with necessity of keeping this pup.
She trains him the hardest. She knows he is destined for something enormous, she can feel it. Just like with her other two. But Jason is young, too young. He needs more time under the fire to be molded into a proper child of Rome, someone worthy to call themselves the son of the Kings of the gods.
In the night, she allows him to lay by her side. She tells him stories, about the greatest heroes of Rome, about her children, how her Romulus founded Rome and became its first King, and how her Remus died by his brother’s hand. She doesn’t know if Jason truly understands the weight of the words as she talks about the demise of her child, but the toddler looks at her with a contemplative expression on his round rosy face and after a moment he wraps his small arms around her neck. The act takes the wolf by surprise and when she gains her composure, she bitterly orders him to go to sleep.
Despite the harshness in her tone, she lets him embrace her as he sleeps, covering him with her warm fur and nuzzling his hair.
Other demigods pups come and go but Jason stays. Until Juno comes for her champion.
To put it in mortal terms, it can be said that what came after the arrival of the Queen, is the godly equivalent of a custody battle.
Jason needs to learn how to be the leader of men, Lupa knows this. She also knows that there’s so much that Jason can learn at her side.
But in the end, he is Juno’s. Nothing can’t beat the title of Juno’s champion.
The Queen is eyeing them thoughtfully with an aura of superiority and the she-wolf stand solemn, but the child starts nuzzling her side and she can’t help but reciprocate the affection.
Juno comes and gently picks up Jason and strokes his hair.
As they take their leave from the Wolf House, Lupa watches as the child rest his head on the Queen’s shoulder.
She can’t help to remember the moment when that mortal shepherd took her two children away.
Jason waves goodbye to her as he is taken away. Lupa can’t look back anymore.
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Its actually so ironic that Romans claim that they are all "loyal soldiers" but camp Jupiter didn't even TRY to look for Jason??? That man was literally a praetor and is legit the SON of Jupiter. He is so important to their camp and held so much emotional importance. He was there since he was 4! None of his friends there apart from reyna seemed concerned about him either (heck I'd even argue that reyna's concern was watered down aswell, it could've been written better, rick making her develop a brief crush on Percy seemed very ooc for her, considering that she had been pining for jason for quite a long time and was seriously confident that they'd be together, So her pushing that out the window for a new boy she met 2 weeks ago and just accepted Jason disappearance without much thought was not very Reyna tbh but it's my opinion ig) they were all just like "oh such a shame ig jason was cool"
It proves how they treat soldiers like they're some scraps of machine. Only important if they are helpful to you. But if they're gone? No big deal. We can always replace him with someone better.
If you compare this with chb, they are SO loyal to Percy, even the hunters started looking for him, even when they had little to no success, they tried anyway.
Camp Jupiter gave up pretty quickly and just considered him dead. heck, even if they thought jason was dead, why didnt they hold a funeral for him? not even a thank you for all the service he provided? it's heartbreaking. Because a part of Jason KNEW in the lost hero that nobody was looking for him the way Thalia was looking for Percy. He didn't even need his memories back to know that the people of his hometown didn't consider him as important. Fucking tragic.
In a way, I'm kind of glad Jason sort of rejected his roman life bc they did not deserve him at all (Except Reyna/hazel/Frank ofc but you get my point) atleast he had self respect to not go crawling back to a place where no one ever hesitated to replace him.
Camp half blood had done more for Jason in 6 months than Camp Jupiter had done in 15 years. To them, jason was just an asset, to the Greeks, Jason was a friend.
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repairgirl · 7 months
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i thought this was really cute until i remembered jason grace is fucking dead and percy is not reminiscing he is grieving
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with the pjo show's season 1 over and everyone having mostly positive reviews... im scared, really fucking scared.
ok lemme be clear, im not against the show, but with its success, the heroes of olympus series will also be most probably adapted, and i don't want it to be!!
ik it a stupid selfish notion, but you don't realise how sacred the HOO series is to me, and i don't want anyone to touch it.
there might be a possibility that the adaptation improves upon it but i so fucking love the imperfectly perfect book series it already is that i don't want it to change.
it's great that the stories are finding a new medium and reaching a newer audience but, what if, with the changes, it doesn't feel the same, HOO is such an integral part of my teen years that idk if i can bear seeing it change.
And if the adaptation is worse....oh god the horror!?!?THE AGONYYY!!!
i won't get through it okay.
ik it's irrational but it's how i feel. ffs leave it be, PLEASE.
(it might break my heart)
((and and also also, if i do end up liking the show better, it feels like betraying the books that formed my childhood))
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jankwritten · 1 year
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Jason turns his cabin into a pillow fort, one day.
It’s silly. He doesn’t have enough bedding to do it, so he sneaks into the big house and steals some from the closet at the end of the infirmary hallway, leaves a little note that says “sorry!” Makes the trek back to his cabin with his arms full of dusty, moth-ball scented linen giddy with excitement.
The fifth would turn their barracks into a fort whenever a younger legionnaire (a soldier, at child, gods) would feel homesick or scared, whenever they had a nightmare. It would always start the same way - cover up the legionnaire’s bunk with a blanket so it’s closed off from the room - and expand from there, until there were sheets tucked under all the top bunks, everybody’s mattresses thrown into a pile in the center of the room, odd-colored lighting from the bedding thrown over the lamps.
Jason was seven when they made him his first pillow fort. He was thirteen when he got to teach the tradition to an eleven year old girl (a soldier, a soldier, how could they do that to-) who grinned at him through snotty tears and gave him a hug and said “thank you” like she’d never meant anything more.
He hangs a sheet over the statue of his father. Tucks the edges around so it stays secure, pulling the further corner to hang over his standing lamp, too. Thunder rumbles overhead. Jason tells it to shut up, in his head. Never out loud. Even now, he can’t bring himself to disparage the gods out loud.
He still doesn’t have enough blankets to make the fort as splendorous and fine as the ones from the barracks, but it’s serviceable for what he wants, a patchwork of thin sheets draped like a tent over a section of floor, hidden from his statue-father’s eyes, held up by the sparse furniture of the cabin itself. Inside, he’s made a pallet of his actual bedding, his pillows and few blankets. The piece de resistance is the big, weighted comforter his friends pitched in to buy him for his seventeenth birthday, laying out like a puddle over the sheeted floor.
It shouldn’t be comfortable - he’s still essentially sitting on the hard ground - and yet, when he curls up underneath it all, Jason finds himself falling asleep faster than he has in months. If he drifts enough, he can almost convince himself he can hear his legion-mates roaming around outside, putting together their own sections of fort around him, like layers of protection.
Jason turns his cabin into a pillow fort, one day, and takes the best goddamn nap of his entire life.
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Jason Grace edit to Teen Idle by Marina
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Jason Grace is the definition of the golden child, FIGHT ME
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hermemescabin · 2 months
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Camper: So much for Zeus's son, what your gonna fight with your lil sparks.
Percy: Hey! Lay off, also it's Jupiter, smart ass!
Jason: Their not wrong.
Percy: frowns Jase
Jason: I'm... I can't do what you do....not anymore.
Percy: You don't have to say it.
Jason: No, it it's okay...I trust you.
Percy: puts an arm around his shoulders, knowing it helps and Jason leans into the touch
Jason: I was trained by Lupa from 2 years old. When I got to camp I was feral. Walking on all fours, growling bit more than a few campers
Percy: sounds like most toddlers I've met honestly.
Jason: sad smile but above all I was powerful...but they couldn't understand me I knew Latin I didn't know any English... They didn't try to understand me. They just saw a angry scared kid with more power than they knew to deal with...
Percy: realisation, clenches fist.. So they tried to control you.
Jason: rests his head on Percy's shoulder I don't remember it, it's pretty blurry when I try to recall what happened. But there was a collar and it... Shaking every time I stepped outta line.
Percy: holds him close, wishing he could sheild Jason from all his pain I've got you, I'm right here Jase. It's just you and me.
Jason: crumbles into his arms
Percy: kisses his forehead and gently wipes his tears, just holds Jason in his arms
Jason: I'm sorry
Percy: I am going to banish that word from your vocab one day Jase. Nothing about this is your fault.
Jason: I guess... But if I had just... Done what I was told...
Percy: softly Jason, you were a child it was their job to protect you. To let you grow not torture you for something out of your control. Kisses his cheek There is never, never a good excuse to hurt a kid. Looks him in the eye, thinking of his own past I need you to know that, sunshine.
Jason: nods I know
Percy:... Soo attempts to be casual but there's anger in his voice when's the next big camp meeting... Got some, words for the good centurions.
Jason: Percy, please don't start a war because of me.
Percy: They should've thought about that before hurting my boyfriend! I'm sure Frank would send over my olf Praetor robes if I asked.
Jason: Percy!
Percy: I won't start a war, just gonna talk to them.
Jason: With your sword?
Percy: Pfft no, silly Jason swords don't speak.
Jason: gets a giggle out of him
Percy: grins, ruffles his hair you're everything to me, you hear? I trust you to have my back when mines against a wall. Your skills, amazing, your powers are just as incredible as you, your brain is big and smart. You are so much more than what they tried to make you.
Jason: blush Percy...
Percy: So don't you speak badly of my boyfriend, he's doing his best and I love him for it.
Jason: I'll try kisses him
Percy: kisses back... Is that why you rub your neck when you use your powers?
Jason: nods I... I know it's not there but sometimes it feels like it and it hurts.
Percy: softly Oh Jase...
Jason: I'm sor-stops himself I just don't know what to do...
Percy: well first off, well done for not saying sorry and second of all, I don't know either Jase but we'll figure it out.
Jason: nuzzles his cheek, Together?
Percy: Together, now you're schedule is clear for the whole day for some cuddles from yours truly.
Jason: curls up in his arms, snuggling and feeling a sense of calm he hasn't felt in a long time
Percy: cuddles Jason close, while also possibly plotting murder
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springmagpies · 1 month
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*Percy on his 21st birthday drinking a beer in front of Thalia*
Percy: Who’s older now?
Thalia: *knocks the beer out of Percy’s hand and makes him hit himself*
Percy: I asked for that, didn’t I.
Thalia: Yes you did, Jackson. Yes you did.
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mioakem · 4 months
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Realizing that by the time my pookie aka Jason grace even has a chance to appear on screen I’m gonna be a full grown adult 😨
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styx-x · 2 years
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ssavinggrace · 8 months
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possible animation if I don't abandon it
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takeustothelakes · 2 years
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TW - alcoholism and abuse
i randomly came up with this- what if beryl grace gave jason the cut on his lip? she was an alcoholic and thalia probably got the brunt of that, and thalia being protective, she never told jason how bad their mom was. what if beryl gave jason the cut on his lip with a broken beer bottle and thalia lied to make it seem like he had a childhood before he was sent to hera/lupa?
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fandomcrazyshit · 2 years
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Thinking about little Jason Grace. I could write about how awful his childhood his. Along with Annabeth tbh.
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michaeljoncarter · 7 months
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man, not to be melodramatic, but there is something like. genuinely a little disturbing about just how widely accepted rhato's WILDLY classist willis todd retcon is. in all my years lurking on the comic book internet, i've seen a grand total of one person really pushing back & being vocally pissed about it, and that's... so fucked, considering just how bad it is
people who have only read later comics at least have the excuse of only having been exposed to the post-butchery version of jason's origin, but there are WAY too many people who've clearly read his post-crisis robin run but talk about it like the changes lobdell made were these minor cosmetic tweaks
i don't know how you could read a story where the through-line is that this kid loved his parents (BOTH of them) so much, not even bruce wayne could relate to the intensity of his grief when he lost them... but NOT see a retcon that rewrites said parents to instead be neglectful, abusive caricatures of poverty whose son only learned about the concept of love and kindness by the grace of some virtuous rich fuck who takes him in in an attempt to teach him how to be a good person as anything but a fucking insult
"jason grew up in poverty on the 'bad side' of town" and "most of jason's childhood was spent in a (relatively) stable home with parents who loved him" are apparently just completely incompatible statements. because yeah i mean, obviously, it's a lot more realistic if he'd never experienced a single positive thing in his life before he met bruce, right? if literally every single person he'd ever met before bruce rescued him from the hell on earth that is a low-income neighborhood was a morally-vacant piece of shit?
willis todd's rap sheet in jason's post-crisis origin had not a single violent offense. the dude ran numbers and worked in chop shops. he was the criminal equivalent of a mechanic with a delivery gig on the side (and it's pretty heavily implied he was only even doing that because he wanted to be able to give jason a better life)
if that translates to "violent, morally bankrupt scumbag who beats his wife and doesn't give a shit about his kid" in your mind, i mean this in the kindest way possible, but i think you really need to do some introspection on why that is lol
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