#jasongraceweek

[demidorks]

↓ very important ↓

To start this day I want everyone to remember that for 15 years Jason did not know when it was his birthday. He never knew what day he was born or had a proper celebration until Thalia told him.

#HOO #Heroes of Olympus #Jason Grace #SAY IT WITH ME… HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! 🎉 ! 🎉 ! #MY BOY #MY EVERYTHING #TODAY WE CELEBRATE #Today I have a big party posts to celebrate Jason and I'm going to make a brownie cake just for him. #MY KINGDOM FOR HIM #jasongraceweek #Giuly Talk Talk #Mine

[fangrunin]

jasongraceweek: day 2 // favorite quotes said by him/or said about him [x}

#jasongraceweek #jason grace #pjoedit #hooedit #mine #lmao finally

[strickenice]

#JasonGraceWeek - Day One: Favourite Au

2/2 - College Au

#jasongraceweek #jason grace #au #college au

[mythicalmythology]

he was only a kid

(art by Viria)

#jasongraceweek #percy jackson #pjo #jason grace #burning maze #burning maze spoilers #hoo #toa #trails of apollo #piper mcclean #piper pjo

[jason-pipers]

 Jason Grace Week: Day 2 (Favorite Quote Said by Him/About Him)

Hero of Olympus; Pontifex Maximus; Praetor; Son of Rome; Centurion; Blonde Superman

                                                            {in no particular order...} 

“I'm the son of Jupiter, I'm a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand. And now I'm going to destroy you Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves." 

"Wow, dude," Leo muttered, "You been eating red meat?” 

“Incredible,” Jason said, “These are really good brownies.” 

Thunder boomed overhead. Lightning flashed, and the bars on the nearest window burst into sizzling, melted stubs of iron. Jason flew in like Peter Pan, electricity sparking around him and his gold sword steaming.

"No breakups," he promised. "I may have busted my head a few times, but I'm not that stupid.” 

"Nico," he said gently, "I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you did? That was maybe the bravest.” 

“He also didn't mind Piper's using him for a pillow. She had a cute way of breathing when she slept - inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth. He was almost disappointed when she woke up.” 

“Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most.” 

Piper gave Lit a friendly sorry-about-that smile. Even with her hair messed up and wearing two-day-old clothes, she looked extremely cute, and Jason felt a little jealous she was giving Lit that smile.

Jason decided there was nothing in the world scarier than a gang of bat-wielding grannies.

“Never seen Jason fly before," Percy grumbled. "He looks like a blond Superman.”

“Sorry we’re late,” Jason said. “Is this the guy that needs killing?” 

“Come on, then!” she yelled, “I’ll destroy you all myself if I have to!” 

A metallic smell of storm filled the air. All the hairs on Piper’s arm stood up. 

“The thing is,” a voice said from above, “you don’t have to.” 

#jason grace #jasongraceweek #jason grace week #piper mclean #pjo #jasiper #WOOOHOOOO #ok this is like pretty late #and yes i think hayden christensen is a good older jason k #the last one is actually my FAVE FAVE #hoo #jasongracely #demidorks

[hoesidon]

“I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart But you've got being right down to an art”

Jason Grace Birthday week Day 1, favorite au: Godly Parent role swap au | Son of Athena!Jason

SO, I just realized I completely forgot it was Jason’s birthday week. So a big shout out to @jasongracely and @demidorks for hosting this wonderful event for our beautiful son and darling boy.

#jasongraceweek #role swap au #son of athena jason #athena!jason #pjo #hoo #jason grace #heroes of olympus #jasongracely #demidorks

[starspoilers]

jason grace week day one: favorite au ➟ son of hermes!jason

#hermes!jason #jason grace #godswap #pjo #.png #jasongraceweek

[bitchesofolympus]

jasons born on canada day so frank just gives him all the canadian merch™ and jason secretly loves it to bits

#jasongraceweek #its not rlly like a prompt but fuck you #mod sandy sammy #frank zhang #jason grace #hoo #hereos of olympus #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #shitpost

[fuckprophecys]

jercy au where percy's an art thief and jace is a detective?

I’m doing this for Jason Grace Week day 3, because this has been in my inbox for ages.

Jason didn’t like whoever kept stealing statues and paintings from museums.

He definitely didn’t like that they kept leaving the art on his doorstep with pretty ribbons and sweet messages on them.

“What’s the point of stealing art if you’re just going to return it,” He slapped his notebook shut and put his head in his hands. He could hear Reyna snickering at him.

“I think the perp has a crush on you.”

Jason groaned softly.

“With my luck? It’s a 50 year old drunk who’s looking to get arrested quick.”

Reyna’s snickering got louder

“Or maybe it’s a drug addict who’s sole purpose in life is to taunt detectives.”

“I hate you.”

Jason rolled out of his chair, letting himself fall to the floor. Then he laid down on his back, looking up at the press wood bottom of his desk.

And he stayed like that. For an hour. 

Someone dropped a file on his stomach.

Annabeth’s sick-ridden voice rang in his ears.

“The prints came back, we’ve identified a suspect.” She sounded miserable. 

Jason wiggled out from under his desk and put the file down on the table as he got up.

“You shouldn’t be here, you’re sick.”

Annabeth shook her head. “’M fine. The person we’re-”

“Me, you’re not going.” Annabeth ignored him.

“- looking for is Perseus ‘Percy’ Jackson. Lives on the corner of West 112 and Malcolm X.”

Jason nodded, grabbing the file, but not opening it.

“I’ll go alone.”

“I’m your secondary-”

“You need to get some rest. Now.”

Annabeth grumbled. 

“Fine.”

Jason made his mistake when he didn’t look at the file.

Usually he would never make that mistake, he needed to know what criminal background the suspect had. 

He realized his mistake mid knock on the door number Annabeth scribbled on the sticky note along with his address.

Percy Jackson was a rather average height man, but that was the only thing average about him. His eyes were like looking into all oceans in one glance, green rings around his pupil that dashed out into deep royal blue edges. His skin was ridiculously tan, almost glowing like the sun. He had a couple tattoos - a girl’s name in cursive on his wrist, a wave peaking from behind his shoulder, a geometric black rose on his his hip, half hidden.

He was built like a Greek God.

The smell of a fresh shower lingered in the air, and Jason was painfully aware that he was only wearing a towel.

Percy leaned against the frame of his door, scanning Jason’s physique. “Can… I help you, stranger?”

Jason cleared his throat.

“I’m, uh, looking for Perseus Jackson.”

“Well you found them.” He put his hand on his hip, clicking his tongue.

Jason nodded, spacing out for a moment. Percy seemed to notice this, but didn’t have time to comment.

“I’m here with the NYPD-”

Percy held up his hands. 

“Woah, is this because of the parking ticket? I told the lady I was late because the guy gave me the wrong deadline and-”

“No… no, that’s not… why I’m here.”

Percy blinked.

“Oh.”

Jason licked his lips, a crutch he had for conversations.

“I’m actually here about a case.”

“Shit.”  Percy grumbled. “I’m going to be late for work… can we… maybe do this later, I don’t want to get fired.”

Jason nodded without thinking about what Percy just said, then a door was slammed in his face.

Without saying a word, Jason climbed back down three flights of stairs (because the elevator was broken).

When he sat down in his car, he grabbed Percy’s file and read it out loud.

“Name: Percy Jackson, Address… blah blah blah blah blah…” He skims the page to find where he worked.

Jason’s heart stopped in his chest.

“Shit… Place of Employment: Unemployed.”

He bang his head against the steering wheel and his horn went off.

“Captain, I know I messed up but-” Jason wasn’t sure if Chiron could handle this stress right now.

“It’s  a genuine mistake. you’ve been here for two days, it happens.”

Jason nodded. “Thank you sir-”

“That’s why I’m giving the case to Arellano.”

Jason stopped nodding.

“W…what?”

“I’m taking you off the case and putting you on leave.”

“But-”

Chiron stood up from his chair with the aid of his crutches. He was still recovering from an incident in the field, but he was still much taller than Jason would ever be.

“Go home, get some rest, watch whatever you millennials watch nowadays. But you’re not coming into work for a week.”

Jason opened his mouth to argue, but a stern look from Chiron caused him to decide against speaking. So instead, he left without being dismissed, grabbing his phone off this table, and going straight for his car.

The ride home was busy of him scolding himself of his mistake, losing Percy Jackson, their prime suspect, because he forgot to read a file.

His home was a small apartment, nothing much, nothing important. Just they place he stayed when he had his days off.

Jason slid his key into the door. It didn’t unlock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He jammed the key further in, even though it really didn’t budge.

“Oh my god, please, not right now.”

He turned his key back and forth, and the door locked on his.

His eyes went wide and his heart stopped dead again.

“Shit shit shit shit shit-” 

He unlocked his door, letting it swing open, and reached for his gun…

Which he came back empty handed. He cursed his day, and grabbed the potted plant by his door, wondering if it would be good enough for defense.

He closed the door behind him, walking slowly forwards.

“Who’s ever in my house-” Jason didn’t bother correcting his mistake, “you have till the count of 3 to be out of here or I’ll find my gun.”

No reply.

“One…”

Not a single sound.

“Two…”

No movement.

“Three…”

The cold blade of a knife pressed against his throat as he was pushed against a wall, his plant shattered from his hands.

He didn’t fight only because of two brilliant blue-green eyes wildly staring at him.

“Please don’t shoot me,” Percy whispered, “I’m not here to do any harm, I promise.”

Jason held his breath. Percy smelled like spicy cinnamon and sweet vanilla, the kind of candle Jason has here. He had a blue hoodie, but Jason couldn’t read what was on it because Percy was pressing him against the wall.

Jason was also aware of the foot height difference between them, with Percy being the shorter one.

“How did you-”

Percy bit his lip and Jason mouthed ‘oh.’

“I’m… Sorry. I came here to apologize for this mess. I didn’t realise how fucked up it was until I saw you at my door and…” 

Jason realised this was a confession.

“You-”

“Stole the art, yet. Because I had a crush on you in highschool after your dad bragged about you everytime I was arrested, all your achievements and grades and ‘model teen’ shit… and I decided to try and flirt and picked the worst way possible so I’m here to turn myself in.”

Jason’s face went red at this.

“I…”

“It’s fucked up, yeah, I didn’t think the job thing would even get past you. But it did… so I figured something was wrong, and I found your address and…” Percy paused. “Shit… no, that’s fucked up too.”

Percy pulled back, dropping the knife. Jason gently peeled away from the wall, guiding Percy to the living room.

“So you were flirting?”

“In a fucked up way.”

“But… you were flirting.”

Percy glared up at him as he sat on the couch.

“Are you mocking me?”

“No. It was… kinda cute…” He admitted. “Couldn’t keep the gifts.”

“I know.”

Jason hummed softly, sitting on his coffee table.

“You could have just came to me in person.”

“I would die.” Percy whispered. “I’m an unemployed mess with a criminal record for street racing and vandalism, and you’re a top detective with a squeaky clean record and a dad who is so proud of him that people literally admire you without knowing who you are.”

Jason stays quiet, folding his arms together.

“So when are you going to bring me in.”

“I’m not.”

Percy blinked in mild surprise.

“You’re… not?”

“I was taken off the case, they have no real evidence you committed the crimes… unless you sent something telling them.”

Percy just shook his head.

Jason sighed. 

“Maybe not stealing things would be great. And I would lose my perfect record if anyone found out. But they don’t have to, as long as you promise never to steal anything starting… 2 minutes from now.”

Percy paused.

“Two minutes?”

Jason smiled.

“You need time to steal my heart, don’t you?”

#is this shit? maybe? #is it midnight? #perhaps #have I proofed this? #lol no #jasongraceweek #jason #jason grace #percy #percy jackson #ask to post on ao3 #jercy #au #police!au #detective!jason #attention seeking boi!percy #short #request #anina #my writing #cicles

[demidorks]

Jason: Hey, why is my birthday written on your hand?

Percy: Uh... I think the real question is why is mine not written on yours?

#PJO #HOO #Heroes of Olympus #Jason Grace #Percy Jackson #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASOOOOOOON #jasongraceweek #Source: Tumblr #Mine

[fangrunin]

Giu ( @demidorks​ ) and i want to organize an event to honor our fallen hero, JASON GRACE, for the entirety of his birthday week. Each day is dedicated to a specific prompt so if you want to make edits, headcanons, write fics, or draw art; PLEASE DO IT! It’s meant to shower love and appreciation.  It’s all flexible, so if you miss a day, you can do it the next day or even outside of the week, so don’t be afraid to show some luv. [header art]

Each prompt is meant to be applied to any form of art or writing, so get creative!

WEEK OF: June 25th to July 1st

TAGS: you can tag #jasongraceweek,#jasongracely, and/or #demidorks

THE EVENT:

Day 1: favorite au

Day 2: favorite quote said by him/or about him

Day 3: favorite friendships/relationships/etc

Day 4: for jokes, fav vine/meme that reminds you of him

Day 5: favorite quality/characteristic

Day 6: angsty/emotional moments

Day 7: BIRTHDAY POSSSTTSSSS

#jasongraceweek #jason grace #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #toa spoilers

[jacegrace04-blog]

The Irony of Letting Go

Day 6: angsty/emotional moments

↳  When your girlfriend has been avoiding you for a few days, then suddenly says she wants to talk to you, you try to recall every last thing you did or didn’t do. Especially when her mom is the love goddess.

Riordan decided to be vague about the reason for Piper and Jason’s breakup in the Burning Maze. We only got to hear her side of the story, so this is me trying to fill in on Jason’s side. Canon compliant. Prepare for a dose of heartbreak and angst. Enjoy!

When Piper told me she wanted to meet me tonight and talk, I knew something was off. To be honest, I sensed something was off several weeks ago.   Piper and I were attending the same school, so I was staying at their place for the time being. It’s a bit awkward, staying at my girlfriend’s house with her family, but Mr. McLean was keen to take me in since I didn’t have any relatives to go to. As a sign of respect and gratitude to her dad, we decided to set some rules. We’d walk to and from school together, mostly because Piper doesn’t like being chauffeured by their driver. We’d eat lunch together when we could (our schedules had no class in common, sadly). We had to be home by 10 pm at the latest on school days. There was no curfew on weekends, but we had to tell her dad’s assistant, Mellie where we were going. And lastly, no fooling around in the house, especially when her father was home (I might have blushed slightly when Piper felt the need to mention it). All these were simple and fair enough, so we had no problem complying. Everything was okay, until recently, when I noticed some changes in her behavior. When I held her hand, she’d gently pull away after a while, as if the prolonged contact bothered her. When we sat beside each other, she didn't lean her head on my shoulder anymore. When we hugged, she didn't hold on to me like she used to. Usually, she was the one who initiated intimacy, so this came as a surprise. I asked her once, and she simply said she didn’t feel like it. I wanted to pry for details, but I didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. The past week, I knew she was avoiding me because we usually met in the hallways in between classes, but I hadn’t seen her once. We hadn’t walked home together in a while too, since I started training with the basketball varsity. Now, she wanted to talk. Maybe she’d finally tell me what’s been bothering her. All day, I was in this weird state of anxiety – an uncomfortable mix of nervous and excited, that made it hard to focus in class. I was so deep in thought about how to prepare for later, I didn’t notice my friend sit beside me. “Maybe you smell bad,” Matt remarked. “What?” “The reason why she’s avoiding you. You do sweat a lot in practice,” he teased. Matt was my buddy from the basketball team. He’s a senior, a year above me. With black hair and green eyes, he reminded me of Percy, only a few inches taller. After playing just one game together, he recommended me to the coach. Said they could use my height and reflexes. We’ve been good friends since then. I told him about the Piper situation over lunch yesterday. I sniffed my body self-consciously. “No, I don’t! I shouldn’t have told you anything.” He chuckled. “Just kidding, Jace. I would’ve known anyway. You’re so distracted lately, it’s kinda obvious you’re having a girl problem.” “She wants to meet me tonight, says we need to talk.” I heaved a sigh. “I’m not sure how to proceed. I’m practically living with her, but it’s like she’s drifting away.” “You know, bro,” Matt said, putting an arm over my shoulder, “whatever you did or didn’t do, don’t worry about it. Just put in extra effort into your date tonight; show her that you care. If she’s going through something, just be supportive.” “I guess I can do that. I’m just worried - ” “You’re a great guy, Grace. But you always blame yourself for things outside your control. Don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?” He had a point. I nodded. “Thank you, Matt. I’ll let you know how it goes.” “Good luck!” He patted me on the back and jogged away. Piper wouldn’t be back for another hour as she had choir practice today, so I went home early to have enough time to fix myself up. Remembering Matt’s offhand comment, I took a thorough shower. I hadn’t had a haircut in a month, so I just tried styling my hair with wax. I even put on perfume. I brought flowers from the nearby florist - blue sages, which reminded Piper of her childhood home in Oklahoma. After our talk, I planned on taking her out to dinner at a nearby restaurant. I pulled out all the stops, thinking that I would cheer her up with a little romance. We agreed to meet up at the beach near their house. I arrived at our spot five minutes early. Despite the ocean breeze, my hands were clammy with unease. Fine white sand covered the shore. The sea was a peaceful shade of blue under the gray sky. It reminded me of the Long Island beach at Camp Half Blood. This beach was where we took a stroll together when we first moved in here in Malibu. It was a tranquil and private place, somewhere we could be alone with our thoughts. It became our default meeting spot when we wanted to get away from reality. When Piper arrived a few minutes later, I couldn’t help but stare. Her choppy brown hair was braided to one side. She was wearing a white Hello Kitty shirt and denim shorts. She always tried to downplay her appearance with simple clothing, but it never worked. There was something in the way she carried herself that radiated elegance, bringing out the different colors in her eyes. She was always down to earth, despite being born to privilege, yet she was never afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She was amazing. Sometimes, I can’t help but think I don’t deserve her. She stopped a few paces from me. I took a step forward. “Is everything okay? What did you want to talk about?” Her pained smile when she saw me all dressed up and holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers told me it was something that couldn't be easily fixed. “Jason, you didn't have to go through all this trouble,” Piper said, looking at me hesitantly. “It's okay, I want to redeem myself. For being a bad boyfriend.” “You didn’t have to. But thank you for this. You remembered what I said about Oklahoma.” She smiled, took the bouquet from me and smelled it. "You look great, by the way," she added, her eyes having that old gleam they used to have. “So do you. As always.” I tried for a smile. “How was choir practice?” “It was fine. Look, Jason…” She locked eyes with me, and I saw how conflicted she felt. My gaze must have been too intense, because she averted her eyes and stared at the shore. “You weren't a bad boyfriend." "Really? Because it seems you’ve been avoiding me the past couple of days.” That came out of me unexpectedly. “I heard from Mellie that your dad’s been having financial trouble. Is that why you’re being distant lately? I want to help.” “No, that’s not it. Dad’s dealing with it. He told me not to worry.” She was still staring at the horizon, facing away. I know there’s something more she wanted to say. “Pipes, just tell me. Did I do something wrong?" "No, Jay, it's not your fault. I’m sorry for avoiding you. It’s just - we've both been busy with school and we're adjusting to this new life and it's been... challenging for me, to say the least." "That's okay, Pipes," I reassured her, holding her arm. "Remember what you told me before, back in the Argo II? We're a team - you and me. We’ll try out this new life, together." She removed her arm from my touch."I do remember, but…" She paused, searching for the right words. "But what if I want to try alone?" I waited. "Just by myself." It was supposed to be me who got shocked, but it was Piper who did - literally. I accidentally let loose some static from my skin. It usually happens when I feel an intense surge of emotion, sort of a tension release. Perks of being a son of Jupiter. Thanks, Dad. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to - ” “I’m fine, Sparky. I’m used to your Pikachu moments,” she said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh. “Been a while since you last called me that.” “Yeah…” We stood there on the beach, smiling at each other. For a moment, it seemed like things were normal between us. I basked in her presence, light and warm, remembering all the times I'd enjoyed her company. But the silence that followed reminded me of the distance between us. Only the sound of the waves lapping on the shore brought me back to the moment. "Y-you want to break up?” "You did nothing wrong, Jay. It's me." I watched her make a face of disappointment. "Ugh, I hate how cliché that sounds. What a daughter of Aphrodite." She snickered at herself, then her voice took on a serious tone. "We started out with me having fake memories of us, while you had amnesia. We only got to know each other for real during our quest. I liked you, but I didn’t want to impose myself. So I was relieved when you finally asked me out.” She looked at me timidly. I remembered feeling nervous as I waited for her outside her cabin after the campfire. I’d only worked up the courage to confess because of Leo’s incessant urging. “When we started dating, there was a war looming on the horizon. We were constantly in danger, and we held onto everything we could just to feel a sense of security." She took a deep breath, pausing, then continued. "Hera and Aphrodite made sure we’d be together. You had a whole other life in Camp Jupiter, and she plucked you out of there, and put you with us. It didn’t help that I was so focused on our relationship. I felt pressured to maintain a perfect romance just because my mom’s Aphrodite. To the point that I became insecure of losing you to your past life. It wasn’t right, I realize that now.” I had no idea Piper felt that way. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. I just continued to listen, and she kept on. “Did you know that my mom talked to Reyna in Charleston a few years ago? Do you know what she told her?” I recalled the memory. We were on a quest to find Imperial gold weapons, and Reyna had talked to an apparition alone, looking for information that might help us. After her encounter, she didn't act the same around me. She became guarded and distant, even more so than usual. “Reyna never told me.” “She told her, 'You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod shall heal your heart'. I don't know if it was a prophecy, or a warning, or what. But the point is: even before we met, the gods were already conspiring behind the scenes.” I stood there awkwardly, trying to process her words. Reyna was my closest friend at Camp Jupiter. She seemed to hate me at first, but she eventually warmed up to me after I rescued her pegasus Scipio from a flesh eating ghoul. We went on many quests together and spent a lot of time hanging out despite being from different cohorts. After leading the Battle of Mount Othrys, we were proclaimed as praetors – the top commanding officers of the legion. Almost everyone at camp teased us, but I just brushed them off. Back then, I was oblivious to her feelings, and she was as tight-lipped as ever. I never felt something more than friendship toward Reyna, because I respected the personal boundaries she set. I never really knew she had a crush on me until Dakota pointed it out. Since then, I kept thinking, "what if I tried seeing her in that light?" Maybe then, she could finally let her walls down, and remove that invisible armor that weighed her down. Before I could act on it though, my memory was wiped by Juno and she sent me to the Greeks. But this didn’t help me understand what Piper was trying to say. "Why are you telling me this?" "It was unfair to Reyna,” she mumbled. “And to you. I know you didn't have feelings for her before, but what if you weren't taken against your will? Your choice was taken from you. It’s like you were charmspoken. The goddesses of love and marriage no less, schemed to put us together." "That just means we have divine intervention on our side." I tried half-heartedly for a joke. She slapped me lightly on the arm, but I saw the hint of a smile in her eyes. "Leo has really rubbed off on you." The mention of Leo’s name put a damper on both our moods. Leo was our best friend, and he sacrificed his life in the battle to defeat Gaea. If the scroll that fluttered to Camp were to be believed, he’d been able to come back to life by taking the physician’s cure. Piper and I spent the whole month of August and most of September searching for him, but we had no luck. “After the war, I thought we could start over - for real, this time. We'd find Leo, spend our time at camp during the summer, go to school, and all the things teens our age do.” I heard the sorrow and longing in Piper’s voice. “I was naive for wishing all that. Leo's still missing. My dad is in debt and sick with stress. I don't like my classmates. I miss our friends. I feel alone.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Do you know what was my first thought in dealing with all those problems?” Again, I didn’t know how to respond. “You.” “Me?” It was not the answer I was expecting. “Yes, you, Jason. I wanted to spend time with you, and tell you all about my problems. Because all the time I've come to know you, you always saved the day. You always knew what to say or do to make things right for me. For us. It didn’t matter if you didn’t know the solution, you did what you could. And I love you for that.”  I could hear the hurt in her voice, sharp and raw, and it cut like a razor. “But you yourself are starting a new life. I don't want to hold you back.” Tears were streaming down her eyes now. “We rushed into this relationship, thinking that our feelings were enough to sustain it. But I lost my sense of self. I thought I found it already, after everything we've been through. But this...supposedly normal life, it's different from the life we lived before. There are no magical weapons or abilities that can help. All we have is ourselves. And having had time to reflect, I didn't know myself. The normal Piper, without the charmspeak, without Aphrodite’s blessing, without – without us.” She held my gaze as she continued. “The gods have controlled our lives and made sure we'd be on the path to greatness. This path - we being a couple, had been chosen for us. Now, I want to discover my own path and stand on my own two feet. You understand, right?” I made my choice already. I chose you. But instead I found myself saying, "Yes, I do." Truly, I did. She made the same decision I did when I chose Camp Half-Blood over Camp Jupiter. I rose to the top at the Roman camp, but I lost my sense of identity doing so. Rome was about conforming to the group, the established rules and traditions. I wanted to change that and choose my own destiny, but I chafed under the pressure. It was my home; everything and everyone I cared about was there. Until I met Piper and Leo. Then I found my sister, Thalia. I learned I had a life before coming to the legion, and I could still reclaim it after everything was over. At Camp Half-Blood, I came to know myself. I didn't have to worry about my image as the son of the king of the gods. I was not just some soldier in an army, I was an individual, with my own voice and identity. That was half the reason I chose Camp Half-Blood. The other half was Piper. I looked at her, standing in front of me, wiping the tears away from her face. Gods, even when crying, she was beautiful. She set the bouquet of flowers on the ground. As she stood up, I took her in my arms and embraced her. Piper didn't care that my father was the king of the gods. She didn't care that I wasn’t the strongest or the greatest demigod. People always thought I had everything figured out, that I could do anything simply because of my parentage. I didn't want to let them down, so I gave my all even if it broke me. I created a facade of strength to reassure them. But Piper saw through me in a way nobody ever did. She saw the guy beneath all the titles, achievements, and glory. She saw the abandoned boy who felt lost and alone, fighting for a chance to build a home for himself and everyone he loved. She appreciated me for me, even if I didn't. Though we'd only known each other for less than a year, I saw my future with her. I sound like a hopeless romantic, but it's true. When we were fighting the giants in the Acropolis, with the possibility of death hanging over us, my life flashed before me. I had a vision of me and Piper telling our grandkids the story of how we fought side by side with the Olympians to defeat the forces of Gaea. Now, that vision won't ever come true. In my mind, I laughed at the irony of the situation. With Piper, I’d found myself. With me, she’d lost herself. Would I be selfish enough to take her chance at finding herself by holding on to our relationship? I want to be. But I couldn’t stand seeing her hurting like this. The answer was simple. “Pipes, more than anything, I want you to be happy, and… if that mean us breaking up, I-I'll learn to be okay with it.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as my voice cracked. “I just want you to know, all my memories of us together were real. My feelings for you are real. No amount of charmspeak or divine intervention can change that.” She nodded, openly sobbing now. I cupped her face in my hands and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “I understand your reasons. I know you. You've always had that rebellious spirit. You want to rediscover your identity, and I know how difficult it is.” I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop the torrent of emotions from gushing out. “I still have a lot of discovering to do myself. I know you'll find what you're looking for. I would've wanted to be by your side when you reach that goal, but that doesn't matter. I just have… a request to make." She looked at me expectantly, and wiped my tears that I didn’t notice fall.  “Anything.” “I don't want to get cut out of your life,” I whispered. “I know it's unfair for me to ask that of you, because you need space - ” “Jason, you didn't have to ask.” She took my hands and held it on her own. “I value our friendship more than anything. You are my best friend, and a breakup can't change that.” She pulled me into a hug, her hands clutching the nape of my neck and back, holding me tight. “Jay, thank you. For everything. You were one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.” She pulled me into a kiss. I kissed back with everything I felt for her - gratitude, affection, longing, desperation, regret - as if I wanted her to taste all those emotions in my mouth. If this is the last time I'm going to have the chance to hold her in my arms, I want to make it count. She responded with the same passion and held on tight. I wanted to stay in that moment, standing on the beach, locked in her embrace, my lips on hers, our hearts beating in the same rhythm, with nothing but the ocean and the night sky behind us. Nothing else mattered. But then she pulled away. I didn’t want to let go, but I held myself back. "I love you, Jason Grace." I love you more, Piper McLean. Saying those words should’ve been easy, but they got stuck in my throat. It didn’t seem right, and it felt like a cheap way to end a breakup. I decided I’d just settle for a goodbye. I didn’t want to go back to the McLean house for now. Mellie and Hedge would just ask us questions, and her father might be home, too. I thought of places where I could go, and found an answer. “I’ll be staying over at a friend’s house, at least for tonight. I just - I’m going to need time to process all this,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Take care, Piper.” I took one last look at her, trying to imprint her image into my sight, then turned away and walked back the way I'd come.

When I recounted what happened to Matt, he was understanding, and told me I could stay with them for as long as I needed. He didn’t push me to talk more about it and just listened, to which I was very grateful for. While we spoke, his mother prepared the guest room for me to sleep in. I thanked them for their hospitality.

Despite the comfort of the bed, I couldn’t sleep. I thought of why I couldn’t tell Piper I love her for the last time. I don’t want it to be the last. For that one moment, I didn’t want to let her go.

I’m not yet ready to say goodbye. I will continue hoping for the chance of a new start. We may have broken up, but we’re still friends. I know there will be awkwardness, and it may take time for us to heal, but I know we’ll be okay. Eventually.

Pondering about this, I came to a realization. The thing with letting go is that it actually means you’re holding on. Holding on to the hope of something better coming along. Believing that sometimes, we need to remove our attachments in order to move on to a better place. Accepting what happened in the past and being ready to see what the future holds. It’s a long, arduous process, and it certainly leaves scars – remembrances of the lessons learned.

That’s why I’m telling myself, I’m letting go of Piper. Because I’m holding on to the hope of a better future. For her. For us.

A/N: Credits to @dotshiiki for her helpful critique and suggestions about the story. It’s been a long while since I’ve written something this long. Something to note. The beach where they broke up was supposed to be just a random beach, but upon re-reading TBM, I realized it’s the same beach where Piper saw Jason’s lifeless body. I can only imagine what she felt that night.

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[mythicalmythology]

but still I find you there

next to me (X)

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[jodysaywer]

I heard your blond Superman son died. I’m sorry for your loss babes.

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[lanyearn]

Broken Musics

Jason Grace Week - day 6 angsty/emotional moments

Characters: Jason and Percy (platonic)

Spoilers for Burning Maze below (i didn’t read the book but I tried)

Jason made the mistake of pointing out the bad music.

“I don’t care who you are, that is 100 years wait for you. Second offense is an extra 1,000 years.”

Jason’s been through state testing, and honestly he’d rather do 500 of those than sit in a waiting room forever.

That’s what it felt like, watching souls stream in and pass through to the Styx and onto judgment. Everyone once and awhile, he noticed a child come in and sit down. Jason’s stomach did a slow roll each time. They died, all kinds of ways: car crashes, accidental drownings, natural disasters. They didn’t have a way to cross, so they’re stuck.

Charon came and went very frequently, and Jason had a strong urge to change the station.

And, by some miracle, it did change. A soft song he recognised from Spotify ages ago: Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish. A sweet relief from the painful music.

Something sat down next to him. His world fuzzed for a moment, then he focused on a familiar face.

“... Percy?”

Percy looked down at his hands and they fumbled and curled up. “... I… needed someone to talk to.”

“So you travelled across the country to talk to… to me?”

Percy looked up, his green eyes seem to be glowing. He was exploding with colour against the skeleton and greyish ghost theme of the room.

“You’re the only one I really can talk to right now.”

“Is it that bad?” Jason didn’t think his heart could drop, seeing as he did not have a heart anymore, but it fell to his knees.

“No one… could take it well.” Percy admitted. “It’s a little lonely now, knowing you’re…” Percy gestured his arms out, like he was waiting for a hug, but Jason got the picture.

“Dead?”

“How’s it feel?”

Jason thought for a moment, then shrugged.

“I thought there’d be less bad music.”

Percy let out a laugh, and for a moment the room brightened up,

Jason sat for a moment, enjoying the happiness before it died.

“How did you find me?”

Percy shrugged. “I remembered the address from the quest when I was twelve, to get the bolt back for your dad.”

“Yeah, i figured that, but I mean… here here, like how did you know I didn’t cross the styx?”

“Charon cares a lot about his music, he threatened souls with long time waiting if they commented on it, and punished those who changed the station. I knew you’d point out the music, you’re stuck here maybe…” Percy stuck out his lip and tilted his head, “100 or so years, give or take.”

Jason smiled. “Yeah, something like that.”

Percy sat in silence for a moment.

“He’s going to kill me when he finds out I changed the music.”

Jason snorted. “You? Dying? Impossible.”

Percy stuck out his tongue, leaning back on the booth.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Jason tried to grab Percy’s hand, but he turned to vapor when his hand touched Percy.

“Yeah… the dead can’t touch the living, I learned that.” Percy whispered. “Made running through Asphodel easier.”

“What’s it like?” Jason whispered back. “Oh the other side. I’m the only one that hasn’t seen.”

Percy shrugged. “Punishment fields were larger, too large, and filled with a red glow and screams that… brought back memories.” Percy sighed. “Asphodel was like a… concert, but there was a delay and everyone was holding their breath, but nothing happened.”

“Elysium?”

Percy looked at Jason, his eyes tired.

“I saw it, just a glimpse of gold, and knew that’s where I’d want to go. Where you’ll be.”

“If I ever cross the river.”

“When you cross.” Percy corrected.

They stayed silent for a minute, Percy fumbling with his fists. The music looped, Jason almost wanting to sing along.

Finally, Percy took a shaky breath in.

“Tomorrow I see my first therapist.”

Jason blinked at this.

“... Really?”

Percy nodded. “I decided it was time, I realised I couldn’t just keep it all in and watch as people saw me suffer.”

“Who are you seeing?”

“A mortal.” He admitted. “She doesn’t know about the gods, but I’m not going to talk about them. I’m going to start with… with Gabe, with my days before I knew my heritage. Then I’ll go from there.”

“Percy, that’s great.” Jason whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Percy’s voice cracked. “That means a lot.”

“I know.”

Percy looked up at the front desk. “I should go, he’ll be here any minute now.”

“I’ll be here when you come back.” Jason looked at Percy. “Still 17, still waiting to cross.”

“I’ll wait with you, then.”

Jason smiled. “Yeah?”

Percy looked back at him, tears in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

With that, Jason watched Percy walk up to the desk, turn the music back to the horrible tunes Charon insisted on, and walked out the door.

Like nothing happened, the ghosts stayed in place. 5 seconds later, Charon came back. He paused, sniffed the air, glanced at Jason, then frowned. But he didn’t say a word, and went back to his desk.

But for Jason, he felt like the world was lifted off his shoulders. The music suddenly wasn’t bad and his hopes were up. The next time he’ll see Percy, he knows it’ll be better. Now, he just has to wait.

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[newathens]

we are jeyna stans first and people second

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