#Tempest left and never came back after Jason's death

[somewhereincairparavel]

Tempest and Jason Grace are such an underrated Pegasus/demigod duo.

It's the fact that Jason claimed Tempest as his hourse/companion in the very beginning of his journey, and basically died falling off of Tempest's back just hits hard.

It's the fact that Tempest also went searching for Jason's body and brought it back to Malibu.

It's the fact that Tempest flew off after his master's death, never to be seen again.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

His Blood Runs Gold III

Percy is a God: Part III

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they made you into a weapon

and told you to find peace.

They travelled for hours by the light of the moon. Conversation was sparse and restricted to the quest, made clear only by Jason’s refusal to answer anything beyond that.

“I don’t know how long to follow the star for,” The demigod was mumbling, staring into the skies.

“Leave it to a prophecy to be as vague as possible.”

“Can’t you use your godly-hood to help?”

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” Percy frowned.

“Yea I know but it was worth the shot,” Jason sighed.

“What do the arrows look like?”

“Hah, you should know the lovely divine would never tell us such helpful details.”

He laughed, “I remember frantically searching for Zeus’ lightning bolt on my first quest. We didn’t know how it would appear and then suddenly it was in my backpack while we faced the God of the Underworld. Fear had never tasted so deadly before.”

“Tell me about it. Trying to slay that damn Trojan monster felt like a one-way ticket to the end of the road.”

Percy shuddered as moments from various quests reeled through his mind.

“Guess nothing much changes, hey?” Jason huffed. “I’m still going on fatal quests for spoiled Gods.”

“At least this time you have one of those Gods by your side,” He joked

“Are you admitting that you’re spoilt?”

“Am I?”

“I don’t know Percy Jackson, are you?”

He turned his head, to see blue eyes piercing into him. “This is a pointless conversation.”

Jason mumbled something under his breath before turning forward again.

“What have you been doing these last years?”

“I’m sure Reyna has kept you updated.” The bite in those words tore at Percy’s gut.

“She just told me you were volunteering for every quest or burying yourself in camp activities.”

“Yea well it’s a good distraction from the flaming pool of horror that is my life.”

“What?”

Ignoring the question, the blonde gestured to the land below them, “You think you can use your godliness to find the arrows, so I don’t have to do this?”

“If I knew I would have gone to get them myself.”

“Well what’s the point then?” Lightning flickered in those eyes.

“What’s the point of… me?”

“Yes.” Jason glared, “What is the point of you Percy?”

“You asked me to protect you?”

“I asked you,” The demigod gritted, “To guide me.”

Percy swallowed the snap of pain, “What was the prophecy?”

Jason gave him a look, but recited the words:

Go north and follow the brightest star

Retrieve the arrow of foe but gain a scar

When you move on to the land of old

Find what you seek in a heart of gold

Indeed Son of Jupiter and Child of Greece

When this is over you will find peace

“That actually seems nice. It says you’ll find peace.”

“When does the prophecy ever say something it actually means?”

“Well I don’t know what else that could mean?” He frowned, confused.

“It probably, most definitely means I’m gonna die, but fuck it right? There’s not much to live for these days anyway.”

“Jason what are you talking about? This isn’t like you at all.”

“Yea well I stopped being like me three years ago when my best friend faked his death, and my other best friend left me to become a god, and my girlfriend admitted she didn’t ‘love me that way’ and she ‘needed space’,”

Percy reeled back in shock as blow after blow was delivered.

“So I’m sorry I’m not really ‘up to life’ these days. Forgive me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” He asked softly, willing Zarya to move forward.

“How could I have told you I was breaking apart when you were finally starting to stitch yourself back together? You had just become a God, and you and Annabeth were so– so happy.” Bitter was a horrid taste.

The Son of Jupiter turned to face the God once more, “You guys were even going to therapy together. You seemed care-free for once and I didn’t want to ruin that. It just seemed better to drift away, to keep myself.” Tears pooled and spilled over golden cheeks.

“Oh Jase,” Percy whispered, and with half a gallop the demigod was in his arms.

“I can’t believe you’ve felt so alone all this time. I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t come to me. I– I should have been a better friend.”

At this the sobs increased, wracking his whole body.

It may have been seconds, or minutes, or hours while the two sat on their mounts, embracing each other, pulling themselves together.

When they broke apart, it was Jason who gave a watery smile, “Thank you.”

“I missed you Grace.”

“I missed you too Jackson.”

And as the sun came up the half-blood and the God used those rays of light to fill in the cracks of their friendship.

When Jason lolled forward in exhaustion Percy picked him up and with a nod to Tempest and Zarya, descended to the earth once more.

From what he could tell they were still in the North Atlantic Ocean but fast heading towards the South. If he had to guess, they would reach the equator within another night’s travel and Polaris– the North Star– would disappear.

If his hunch was correct, they would find Eros’ arrow at the place that separates the earth’s hemispheres; and the half-blood in his arms, who was born for the skies might dismay that it rests between the African and South American coasts. Percy would think on it all tomorrow. For now, he formed a bubble around Jason and dropped him into the sea before diving after him.

He didn’t need to rest really, not anymore, so he kept watch as his friend slept. He spent the time talking to the creatures that passed; helped a little seal who had got caught in a fishermen’s net, and munched on some ambrosia. It was weird to not have to monitor how much of the godly food he was eating– weird that the burning sensation after eating more than one small piece didn’t race up his throat.

He didn’t have to eat as much unless he was expending power. He supposed it was convenient that he really only needed these golden squares to survive, but he missed gorging himself on cheeseburgers after a fight and washing everything down with coke.

With a sigh, he tucked the rest of the ambrosia into the folds of the waves, and watched as it disappeared. He knew it floated in the between, waiting to be summoned once more, as with everything he had but didn’t need. It reminded him of the tool-belt Leo Valdez wore.

Percy smiled softly as he remembered his reunion with Leo. The demigod had knocked on the door of Sally’s apartment, Calypso in tow, and demanded to know why Percy hadn’t been at camp-half blood or SPQR for almost six months. When his mom had explained that he was a god Leo had burst into flames because he was so excited. Percy popped in just in time, pulling water from the kitchen taps and dousing the demigod and the plants that had caught alight. After a long and bruising hug, the two had talked for hours.

He was surprised to find that seeing Calypso again wasn’t awkward. In fact, after they had gotten teary catch-ups and soft squeezes out the way, her and Sally had disappeared to the garden leaving him and Leo to tackle the enchiladas his mom had been making for lunch.

Over the next years Percy often found himself walking into his mom’s house only to see Leo, and most times Calypso, sitting around the kitchen table or on the couch playing with Estelle. Sally had practically adopted the two, claiming that having Leo around reminded her of Percy when he was young- so full of buzzing energy and always busy, busy, busy with his hands. Paul, who by now could see through the mist relatively well, was fascinated by Leo’s power and Calypso’s extensive knowledge of history so he was happy to have them there too.

It was entirely ludicrous that fire and water could become such good friends but there was something about Leo that made Percy feel energized, awake, alive. in the rare moments that Percy had more than a few days on his hands, the two would get lost in video games, egging each other one, and creating general chaos in his mom’s house. It helped that the demigod made a mean plate of tacos and used his power to make the cheese all melty.

He was grateful, beyond grateful, that he had found someone who reminded him of his old life. Who kept him tied to the fun, child-like wonder he had so long possessed. He feared if he ever lost that, he would truly be a spoilt god indeed.

Pulling himself from his memories he turned to check on Jason and sighed softly at the peaceful look in the half-blood’s face. It was times like this, when he was surrounded by sea with only his thoughts to keep him company, that he felt most godly; strange he knew. But something about currents matched the constant push and pull of his mind. He became more ocean than being.

So Percy Jackson, God of protection and guidance, floated in the blue Atlantic waters and waited for his protégé to rest.

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Lucia Profile

Identity

Name: Lucia Mirabelle Firahel

Gender:Female

Birth Date: February 23 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Lesbian

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality:English-Italian

Residence: Leeds, England 

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ENFP-A The Campaigner

The Mage

1st Wand:

Pear wood

13 1/4″

Slightly flexible

Horned serpent horn

Animagus: Lucia’s animagus form is a common genet with a black heart pattern on the chest

Misc Magical Abilities: 

Lucia is an occlumens which she learnt from her uncle

She is also an animagus and is registered. She was able to become an animagus due to Cirilo saying she’d become a unicorn

Boggart Form: All of her family and Cassie dead and blaming her for it

Riddikulus Form: Her big brother wearing a tiger onesie chasing her

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Someone smelling her in Amortentia would smell sunflowers, honey, chocolates and mint

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) She would smell Strawberries, watermelon, licorice, roasted almonds and chocolates

Patronus: A saber tooth tiger

Patronus Memory: Making chocolate with Cassie on the day they began dating

Mirror of Erised: Herself as an adult married to Cassie with kids

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Glacius (Cause sometimes you gotta make ice cream faster)

Bombarda (Her go to fuck someone up spell, she’s very destructive)

Expelliarmus(Cause No wand means she can beat the shit out of ya )

Ventus (Kites and watching people slowly get blown into a lake is always fun)

Tempest Jinx(This is the spell that she uses when she is extremely angry and murderous)

Appearance

Faceclaim: 

Height: 6′0

Weight: 156 Lbs

Physique: Toned AF and curvaceous

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Dirty blonde

Skin Tone: Peach

Body Modifications:She has a tattoo on her chest of a pale orange flower with a bright orange dragonfly resting on it, On her right arm she has a multi flower tattoo which has a sunflower and a moon flower at the top followed by a pink hyacinth then a star flower, a dragon’s head gladiolus and finally a pink carnation

In year 7 she added a streak of red hair to her hair

Scarring: She has a scar going from the middle of her left cheek to just below her mouth,A scar on her right side of her waist, a scar just below her chest on the left side she has two x shape scars on her hands and a larger cross shaped scar on her left shoulder.

Inventory: She usually has on her: her wand, a large amount of licorice wands, a charm bracelet that Cassie gave her, large bladed piece of Bladed Wroewolfeite that glows the colour of sunflowers, her orange and purple scarf and a pair of intricately designed magic gauntlets that she keeps under an invisibility charm.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Head Girl

Italy

The Dark Suns Assassin Organization

The Tower of The Regal Sunset Sea

Professions:

Wand Maker(Briefly)

Magizoologist(Formerly)

Baker

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:OWLS

Astronomy: 4/10 (P)

Charms: 3/10 (D)

DADA: 9/10 (O)

Flying: 2/10 (D)

Herbology: 8/10 (O)

History of Magic: 4/10 (P)

Potions: 7/10 (E)

Transfiguration: 8/10 (O)

Electives:

CoMC: 8/10 (O)

Magical Theory: 9/10 (O)

Muggle Art: 8/10 (O)

Alchemy: 6/10 (E)

Quidditch: Never in a million years

Extra Curricular:

Dueling club

Magical creatures club

Favourite Professors:

Silvanus Kettleburn: He helped ignite her initial path to be a magizoologist and she will always thank him for that until the end of her time

Least Favourite Professors:

Binns: Lucia is extremely confused about how Hogwarts lets him teach to this day despite the fact that everyone sleeps in his class and he is literally the most boring teacher you could ever meet and wishes he would be fired so a professor who can actually teach History of Magic and help any would historians start early

Relationships

Brother: Cirilo Sebastian Firahel (6 Years older)

Halfblood

Ravenclaw

short blonde hair, green eyes, Man mountain of muscle and handsome, well groomed beard

St Bernard animagus

Cirilo is very sweet and charismatic if he has no reason to be angry at you otherwise, he will break your neck, the reasons why is usually related to people hurting his family or abusing kids

He becomes an auror that specializes in investigating and dealing with cases of child abuse and neglect once Rakepick and R are dealt with

He and Lucia are very close and share the same drive to protect their loved ones no matter the costs to others, which is part of the reason why he got involved with R to protect his family, once he learned that R is not to be trusted he breaks all ties with them which officially happens once he is freed

Misc Siblings:

Sonia Firahel(4 years younger)

Enzio Firahel (7 years younger)

Nicoletta Firahel(10 years younger)

Father: Simon Graham Firahel

Muggle

short blonde hair, blue eyes, fit as fuck and tallest in his family(6′6)

Simon is very compassionate, loving and very calm in day to day life but when he gets angry, he gets angry

He is the sensei of a karate dojo which he has run for most of his life and ensured that all of his kids know self defence just in case magic fails them 

 Lucia is his little sunflower that he will protect until his last breath, while CIrilo’s disappearance did hurt him, he did not let it impact him raising his kids who still needed their father to be there for them

Mother:Bianca Natalia Firahel

Pureblood

Long voluminous blonde hair, green eyes, curvy and kinda tall but not too noticeable of a height(6′0)

Bianca is extremely sweet to everyone she meets unless they want to talk about Ollivander wands and is very intuitive to her kids secrets but will let them tell her in their own time

Bianca is a international wand maker who refuses to only use the big three wand materials and believes there is no such thing as inferior wand materials only inferior wand makers

Love Interest: Cassandra Cresswood

Best Friends: 

Rowan Khanna

Penny Haywood

Rival: Ben Copper (From 1-5)

Enemy:

R

Rakepick

Death Eaters

Voldemort

Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?)

Rowan Khanna

Penny Haywood

Nymphadora Tonks

Chiara Lobosca

Rebecca Lord

Pets:

Her family owns a a ragdoll cat named Sara

She has a long-eared owl named Artemis

Her entire family owns a black owl that has red eyes called Ares

When she moves out into her own house, she gets a samoyed named Mayhem and three ragdoll cats named Cassia, Yuki and Pixel

Closest Canon Friends:

Talbott Winger

Chiara Lobosca

Penny Haywood

Rowan Khanna

Closest MC Friends:

Rebecca Lord @cursed-ice-spirits​

Jason Novak @death-or-sleep​ 

The O’Donnell Quadruplets @unfortunate-arrow​

Sara 

Cara 

Ryan

Conor

She needs more please feel free to ask for your MC to be her friend

Background/History

Lucia was born in Ariccia, Italy to Bianca and Simon, she is the second oldest. She spent much of her life in Italy until three of her grandparents were killed by death eaters and then her family moved to Britain hence her heavy accent

Lucia’s father taught her everything she knows about fighting which led to her physique and fueled her laser focused aim of protecting her family which is why she was so distraught when Cirilo went missing. For months she was basically inconsolable 

This changed when Lucia realized she can try get Cirilo back by learning everything he did in his investigations of the cursed vaults when she starts Hogwarts.

In her second year, she met Cassandra Cresswood when she decided to search the library on her own for information on the Vaults

She took Cassie to the Celestial Ball but much to Cassie’s disappointment as friends (Lucia didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship despite her having a crush on Cassie)

But later in the year, Cassie got fed up with Lucia and full out asked her out though they tried to keep it secretive

Year 5 was bittersweet for Lucia, on one hand she got her brother back and he decided to not abandon her but on the other hand Rakepick escaped after torturing Merula.

During her fifth year, Lucia also forged her magic gauntlets at  The Tower of The Regal Sunset Sea which is also her family’s ancestral home. Her gauntlets increase her speed and strength

Time for a lot of canon divergence  Lucia gave up on the cursed vault hunt, leaving it to Cirilo and everyone else but just in case she hired the Dark Sun Assassins, which is led by her extended family, to kill Rakepick just in case to calm her worries

In her sixth year, she very reluctantly came along with Ben and Merula to investigate rumours of an R meeting in the forbidden forest, this is where Rakepick tried to kill Ben and when Rowan tried to get in the way of Rakepick’s killing curse. Lucia pulled Rowan out of the way just in time and anger welled up inside her due to her remembering her helplessness when her grandparents died causing her to use the full power of her gauntlets ending up with Rakepick’s left arm being obliterated.  

After this is when she got her tattoo, it represents Cassie 

It is also in her sixth year that her relationship with Cassie is found out by the school when they are caught kissing before a quidditch match

In the final battle of the cursed Vaults when all of R tried to get the treasure of the final battle, Lucia joined in the battle and was the one who ended up killing Rakepick

After she graduates, she briefly becomes a wand maker and magizoologist before finally becoming a baker with Cassie

Three years after she graduates, she and Cassie get married

Four years after she graduates, she has her first kids, Alissa and Selene though they are carried by Cassie

When Voldemort returned she was openly defiant of him and joined the Order of the Phoenix. She also sheltered Muggleborns where she could and commonly was found dueling Death Eaters sent after her and her family alongside Cassie

She had Aurea a year before the battle of Hogwarts, this time she was the one who was pregnant

She was absent from the Battle of Hogwarts as she stayed behind to protect her family from any would be attackers while Cassie went to fight in the battle which she survived much to Lucia’s relief and the two were able to live their lives in peace

Personality

Lucia most of the time is very happy, always smiling in some way but this hides her extremely protective side for her loved ones and the anger that follows when her loved ones are hurt. She will never give up on anyone and will always do her best to help them.

However if anyone she cares about is hurt and she can’t get revenge either because the perpetrator is gone or whoever or whatever did it did so out of fear, she will be very distraught and blame herself even if she quite literally couldn’t have done anything and will shut herself away for days but if the perpetrator is not gone then she will be merciless and will kill them if they hurt her loved ones badly enough(Before Year 5, she would not readily kill).

She for the most part cannot handle people who are seemingly grumpy all the time and will intentionally avoid people like that.

She is very empathetic and tries to do her best to help her friends out when they are in bad places but she fails to take the same advice and apply it to herself and will fall into dark places easily if the signs aren’t noticed quick enough. 

Misc

She is very resistant to sleeping potions and charms to such an extent that by the time she’s in year 7 she is basically immune and requires extremely potent versions used on her for it to take proper effect

All her scars came from a magical accident when a spell she was trying to create backfired injuring her and Cassie

She is very proud of her heritage and will fight people if they insult it in her presence

She has Norse ancestors on her father’s side of the family though most of the traditions and practices from them have been lost in time

She is fluent in Italian, English and Scottish Gaelic, the latter of which she learned from Cassie

She for most of her life had a huge fear of heights which came from her fall, she overcame it with the help of her friends when she decided to watch Cassie’s quidditch matches

She is very physically affectionate and will hug all her friends without a thought and will always make it known that she cares about them 

When she first started Hogwarts her italian accent was very strong but over time it began to fade and once she graduates and moves in with Cassie, she starts unwittingly adopting a slight scottish accent which is tinged with her remaining italian accent

She is a very good singer, she taught herself and was naturally good from the onset. She knows many italian songs and lullabies

She is a black belt in Karate and despite her much less chaotic life after Hogwarts and the Second Wizarding War she maintains her strong AF physique

The scarf she wears was made by her late grandmother and she is rarely seen without it unless she is dueling seriously

She is named after her strongest ancestor Lucia Altera, a name which she lives up to.

She is capable of casting two of the unforgivable curses except for the killing curse

The names of her five daughters are; Alissa Dawn, Selene Abigail, Aurea Amara, Roxanna Amber, Rebecca Ciana and Hannah Chiara Firahel

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[caffeinatedtimdrake]

Sweet

A/N: part 2 of Change! about 1.5 of Jason x reader FLUFF (surprise) in which Jason tries to bake but mostly ends up making you into a flustered mess ft. Megan low key match-making. 

“No, Jason, that’s precisely how you end up with salty cupcakes.”

“I am a salty cupcake, Megan.” 

“That’s why nobody wants to eat you.” 

“M, you have no idea. I’m offended.”

“And I’m trying to listen to a lecture on Francesco Petrarch, not foul-tasting pastries. Or…Jason-tasting pastries.” 

You shoot Megan and Jason a look from your perch at the kitchen table, swinging your earbud menacingly. 

Megan scoffs. “I’m trying to whip him into shape.” 

Jason turns rosy and bashful. “Sorry, Y/N.” He apologizes in a singsong voice, one that has your heart soaring. 

You shake your head but leave one ear bud out because you enjoy their banter more than you could ever admit. “It’s okay.” You tell him and bury your nose in your textbook again, flustered. 

After the Clay Face Fiasco left you out of commission for a few days – sick and sleepless – Megan came to the unpleasant realization that she perhaps needed more help around the bakery. Her boyfriend, Konner, helped out when he wasn’t busy with his repair shop and her uncle assisted sporadically, but it wasn’t enough.

She hung a ‘Help Wanted’ sign dismally to the front door. Barely a day later, she was getting Jason Todd his very own apron. 

When she called and told you the news, you’d squeaked, dropped your phone, and yelled into a pillow. The first day you and Jason worked together, you dropped three pans, two platters, and accidentally hit him with a wooden spoon.

Since the Clay Face incident, the energy between you and Jason has shifted. Red Hood dropped you off at home that night and never told you his identity, and Jason has yet to reveal his vigilante status (but you have your suspicions). He doesn’t discourage your sidelong glances, studying his agile movements and sharp reflexes. And when you catch Jason watching you, he no longer flushes and looks away – instead, he offers you a disarmingly cute lopsided grin, one you can’t help but return with a smile of your own. He is neither bold nor brash, but your friendship blossoms tenderly with Jason’s easy confidence. The more time you spend around him, the more you realize you are doomed. 

You don’t know it, but when Jason glances at you, studying diligently, between mixing dry ingredients and cracking eggs, he gets the first faint, bittersweet taste of what could be unrequited love. He, like you, often thinks to himself, “I’m doomed,” when you laugh at his bad jokes and compliment his icing attempts. Yesterday, Megan invited you over to try out some new recipes – employee bonding, she’d called it. 

You’d hesitated, midterm exams looming over your head, but Megan insisted. When you still weren’t convinced, she casually mentioned that Jason would be there. 

“Well,” You wince at her smirk, “I guess I could…bring my backpack over there and study.”

You really are getting a decent amount of studying done – as long as you don’t look over at Jason and study the movement of his toned biceps beneath that white cotton t-shirt as he kneads dough instead of European literature.

You’re working through deciphering a sonnet when Jason comes to hover over your shoulder. He smells like flowers and home and he radiates warmth, so you have to stop yourself from leaning into his space. 

“Petrarch, hm?” 

Trying not to get distracted by you. “Yes. We’re analyzing the poetry of Il Canzoniere.”

There’s a spark in those sapphire eyes that leaves you a little breathless when you glance up at him. 

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”

You’re too awestruck to say anything but it doesn’t matter because a timer beeps from the oven and Jason simply excuses himself to check on a batch of cupcakes after a flawless recitation. 

You look down at the text and turn off the audio of your professor’s recorded lecture, in ecstasy but mostly in agony and wishing you could be in exile from yourself.

Megan notices the red on your face and Jason’s face and she stifles a cackle from the kitchen.

“Megan, this is way too much.” 

“You’re a growing child, Y/N, just eat the damn cupcakes.” 

“Which way do you want me to grow? Are you gonna stuff me in an oven and eat me?” 

“No, that would upset Jason too much.” 

Jason is caught off guard by Megan’s remark and ducks his head as he ties his shoe. You glance at the lanky boy next to you and shake your head, zipping up your jacket. 

Megan tells the two of you to get home safe and sends you off with a hug into the cool evening air. 

Silence hangs comfortably between you and Jason and the jingling keychains on your backpack for a few moments. 

It’s shattered with, “Is it okay if I walk you home?”

You jump a little because his velvety voice echoes off the concrete buildings. 

“I’d love that.” You tell him before you can formulate a milder response. 

It’s more than okay if you walk me home, Jason. It’s more than okay if you hold my hand, ask me on a date, kiss me on the mouth, take my whole heart…

Jason inhales in a deep breath and a rush of adrenaline down your spine because your gut tells you that in his exhale, he might share a piece of his soul. 

“I want to tell you something, Y/N.” 

You look at him. He stares straight ahead. Although his posture his stuff and he grips the bag of baked goods tightly, his expression is soft and vulnerable. 

“You can tell me anything, Blue Jay,” In the lazy light of lampposts, you watch the tip of his ears turn pink. You wonder if this conversation is going in the direction of crime-fighting…or crushes.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna be the death of me,” He breathes, mouth curling into a timid smile. 

You giggle, nudging his side with your elbow. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?” 

“Well, no, but I can’t tell you how much I like you when you spring cute nicknames on me like that!” 

“It just happened! In my head I – wait, what?!” 

He moans into his hands.

The two of you stop walking and he peeks at you from between his fingers, burning deep blue. 

You gently pry his hands away from his face. “Jason,” You croon his name with so much affection and look at him with so much warmth, he wants to melt on the spot; preferably into your welcoming embrace. 

He looks a little miserable when he meets your concerned gaze. “I like you, Y/N. So much. I have liked you for a long time – maybe since the first time we met, when you burned all that bread – and I have no idea what to do about it. All I know is that whenever you smile at me, I can’t decide whether I want to throw myself to the ground or wrap you in my arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.”

“You should do it.” You blurt, nodding almost aggressively. 

“Do what?” Jason asks cautiously, arching an eyebrow and slowly intertwining your fingers. 

“Kiss me. Today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. You can throw yourself to the ground too, if you want, but that might hurt more than kissing. And I have some questions about you, but we can talk in between kissing probably.” 

His bag falls to the ground with a quiet thump and the sound of your heartbeat is so loud, you worry he’ll hear. He places his hands delicately on your cheeks – they’re so large they practically swallow your face – and tilts your head up slightly. 

Your eyes flutter close, listening to his soft breath and rustling leaves and the way he says your name like sugar dusted over fresh pastries. 

Jason’s lips are gentle, a featherlight pressure against the center of your forehead. He kisses your eyelids and down the bridge of your nose, halting at your cupid’s bow to kiss your cheeks and your chin and by the time he hovers over your mouth, your toes are curled tightly in your shoes and butterflies are swarming freely in your abdomen. 

Jason kisses you like butterfly wings and spring rain and cotton candy, all wholesome and light and saccharine. 

“Someone’s gonna call the cops on us if we make out on the sidewalk.” He mutters in a low voice against your mouth. 

“I should call the cops on you. You stole my heart.” 

Jason pulls away to bark out a laugh, deep and musical. He runs a hand through your hair and looks down at you adoringly. “Tell you what: let’s get back to your place and I’ll make it up to you.”

You squint at him. “How?” 

He puckers his lips for a moment, pensive. “Maybe I’ll explain some of my…shoe collection.”

You peck his mouth and tuck yourself against his side. “Deal.”

[kadmeread]

Not Over Yet - Chapter 2: Explanations

Chapter 2: Explanations 

I was shaken out of my reverie by a knock on the door. After opening it, I saw the girl who had brought me here standing there. 

“Hello,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Samirah, you can call me Sam, it’s nice to officially meet you.”

Taking her hand I said “Hi, I’m Jason Grace. I take it your my Valkyrie.” She looked surprised at my guess so I presumed I was correct and that she was indeed my Valkyrie, whatever that was.

“How much do you know?” she asked.

“Not much,” I admitted. “Magnus gave me a rundown on my hallmates and told me the basics. I must admit I didn’t expect to end up here.” She glanced down at my tattoo, reminding me of Magnus’ reaction to it earlier. I moved my hand to cover it subconsciously.

“You deserve to be here Jason, I am proud to be your Valkyrie.” She told me as we continued on towards what I guessed was the dining hall. I nodded uncomfortably, wondering how much she knew.

As we walked Sam told me various other facts about Valhalla. I made sure to try and memorise them as I had found it better to always be prepared. I never knew how Percy could stand it, not knowing anything until someone told him about it. I would say it was a Roman thing except Annabeth is the same way, and she’s about as un-Roman as you can get. 

Sam was looking impressed by my comments. “You’re taking this well,” she said. 

“Yeah, well, with the way my life has been going recently, the fact that the Norse gods exist and I’m in Valhalla isn’t actually all that surprising.”

She looked like she was about to question me on that, when we reached the dining hall and I wouldn’t have heard her anyway.

The dining hall was impressive, it reminded me of Olympus. Except it didn’t have Annabeth’s architectural flare. “Wow,” I murmured.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “It doesn’t ever really get old. There’s our table over there.” She pointed to a table with two other people already sitting there. “Good thing we’re not the only ones.” She muttered as we sat down. I wanted to ask about that but she obviously didn’t intend for me to hear it, so I decided not to pry.

“So…” I started awkwardly, “Magnus mentioned something earlier about me getting the hall to myself soon? Are they all going away somewhere or something?”

Her expression darkened, “Or something,” She repeated. “You see we have to stop my father from launching Naflgar and starting Ragnorak.”

I had a million questions going through my head after that, but I decided to start with a simple one. “Your father?”

She nodded, “My father. Loki.”

Before I could work out what to ask next, the doors opened with a boom and hundreds of warriors streamed in. I was very grateful that we had entered earlier and avoided the rush. I saw Magnus wave at me as he came in with whom I presumed to be the rest of our hallmates.

A girl came around and gave me some meat and what I guessed to be mead from the smell. Sam saw me looking around and got my attention. 

“Eat now,” She recommended. “After we get to watch you die gloriously.”

The idea of reliving my death slowed my appetite a bit, I don’t think anyone would be all too keen on that idea. Yet I did still look forward to it, if I was lucky I would find out what happened to my friends, find out if they survived.

As the meal ended my anticipation and anxiety only grew, warring for the place of pride in my stomach. First we watched the other guy die heroically, gun in hand, saving two strangers, and heard he was destined to fight well during Ragnarok. Then it was my turn. It felt odd seeing it happen again. I watched as Apollo stabbed himself and I blew Meg out the side. The others in the hall were silent, they hadn’t been for the other guy, so I distantly felt that was odd, but didn’t pay much attention to it, I was too busy watching what was happening. I saw myself take arrow wounds, I hadn’t even noticed that I got shot. I winced as I turned to Apollo, I knew what was coming, I reminded him of his promise and then I saw Caligula stab me in the back. I heard Piper’s scream of grief, and knew that even if we weren’t together she still loved me. We were a team, her and I. The last thing I saw before the video faded away, was Tempest running across the water, my friends on his back. I smiled, relieved to know that my death hadn’t been in vain, and that they had all gotten out of there safely.

There was silence for a moment before the hall exploded into whispers. If I tried to listen, I could hear them saying things like “Thor”, and “powers”. I figured they probably thought me to be a son of Thor. Suddenly they all stopped talking. On a throne that had been empty before except for two large ravens (which had been watching me throughout, they gave me the creeps) appeared a huge figure of a man. What I first noticed about him was that he only had one eye. Then I noticed that the murmurs had started up again, this time with “Odin” and “Allfather” interspersed with the ones about me.

“It is good to see you again my friends.” He boomed, looking around at us all. “But unfortunately I come to you in dire times. Sitting before you is a warrior, who we will have need of before long. I sent Samirah to get him, before he left to places not under my jurisdiction, for a reason. I hope you will forgive me.” He looked directly at me as he said this. “That reason being, the Pontifex Maximus may save us all. And so I humbly ask, you Jason Grace, if you will help us on this quest, or will you depart to be judged worthy of Elysium, as my counterpart has informed me you would’ve been placed. Without your help, I have foreseen that Ragnarok will come. And so, son of Jupiter, will you help us stop Ragnarok?”

The hall was silent except for the whispers of the warriors, that was becoming a common reaction for anything to do with me. I sighed, considering. I had just died helping out with a save the world quest, I would have liked to have a break. But I knew what my answer would be, what any demigod’s answer would be. “Yes,” I said. “I will help.” As cheers rang around the hall, I had an inkling that I had agreed to something bigger than what I had originally thought.

The next time I looked up I notice Magnus leading who I guessed were to be my new questmates over. As he introduced us, he eyed me oddly when I didn’t appear to be paying attention, I wanted to ask but I knew then wasn’t the time. I asked a different question instead. “So when do we set off?”

“We’re setting sail in the morning, unless something else goes wrong.” The guy who I now knew was T.J replied, looking accusingly at Magnus.

“Hey!” Magnus protested, “I actually got some good advice from Percy today!”

“Yeah,” Alex chimed in smugly. “He didn’t die today.”

While Magnus continued complaining about their lack of belief in him, I suddenly felt dizzy. Percy...Percy and Annabeth had been in Boston this weekend, helping her cousin, I think, prepare for some sort of cruise. I hadn’t gotten the full details because of the communication block and the Apollo situation, but Apollo had told us that, along with the information about Percy’s baby sister. Magnus must be Annabeth’s cousin, that was why he looked vaguely familiar. That would also explain the odd looks he was giving me, he knew. It sounded like Alex probably knew too.

Having realized this, I wasn’t surprised when Magnus and Alex dawdled after everyone had gone back to their rooms. 

“Come on in.” I told them, leading them into my rooms. They followed me in awkwardly. I could tell they had no idea how to broach the subject at hand. 

“So...do Percy and Annabeth know yet?” I asked. They obviously hadn’t worked out that I had worked out that they knew. 

“I don’t think so,” Magnus replied. “They’ve been down here for the weekend, meaning they’ve been even more out of touch with the situation then in New York. They’ll probably find out when they get back. In fact I should probably…” 

He trailed off as Alex interrupted him impatiently, “So where are you in this mess?”

“Me? I’m Roman, son of Jupiter. I was on the quest to Greece with Percy and Annabeth.”

Magnus nodded, “Annabeth mentioned you. You were the one swapped with Percy, right?”

“Yup that was me. So...who exactly knows what?”

Magnus thought it over quickly before replying, “So Alex and I are the only ones who have actually met Percy and Annabeth. Although Sam knows of them and the existence of your pantheons. The others had no idea you even existed, and quite possibly still don’t.”

I thought it over, “I’ll tell the rest of our quest group once we’ve set off, is there anyone else other than our hallmates?”

Magnus looked startled, “Oh, right. My friends Blitz and Hearth, along with Sam as you know. Blitz is a dwarf, very fashionable. Hearth is an elf, he does magic, and he’s deaf.”

I nodded and relaxed from where I had been standing stiffly near the door. “Thanks for letting me know.”

They nodded and then left me to it. I decided to try and get some sleep, who knew when I was going to get some.

Unfortunately, even though I was dead, my demigod dreams didn’t appear to have stopped. While not as bad as Percy’s, (from what I heard he had the worst dreams) they were still fully capable of ruining any sleep I tried to have. First I saw flashes of what must’ve been happening in California, I saw Piper grieving. Apollo speaking prophecies in chains, Piper killing Medea, Leo flying in one Festus, and then hugging Piper as she cried. Meg and Apollo boarding a plane, a coffin sitting in the plane, which I knew with a chill of certainty held my dead body. 

Then the scenes slowed down and changed again, I was on what I guessed to be a Viking ship, made of what looked to be people’s finger and toenails. The ship was surrounded by ice, I saw mummified human bodies and giants which thankfully looked very different from those I had fought before.

“Oh look,” said a cheerful voice behind me, I jumped, turning to see who was speaking. “It’s Odin’s secret weapon. Not so secret now, are you boy?” 

The guy’s face was horrific, burned and scarred. As I studied him, he continued, his face softening. “Here’s a warning for you little demigod. Don’t get in my way, you may have defeated giants. But I can promise you this, I am like nothing you have ever faced before. You will not be able to escape me. Run, little son of Jupiter, and you may just survive the storm to come. This isn’t your Pantheon, little Pontifex Maximus, and if you continue on this path of interference,” 

His face darkened, and it struck me that he was quite mad. That didn’t reassure me, I was killed by a madman after all. “I can promise you this, you will never see your friends again.” I could sense someone shaking me, as the dream receded I could hear the guy laughing. “Welcome to the end, little boy, your father may be king, but I was born to destroy kings.” As the dream faded away, he met my horrified gaze, “Enjoy your afterlife.” His laughter followed me as I woke up.

A.N So that was the next chapter! I should probably explain the timeline to you guys. So I have The Hidden Oracle happening at the same time as the Sword of Summer, leading Hammer of Thor to be about the same time as The Dark Prophecy. I have placed Jason’s death in The Burning Maze, at about the same time as Percy and Annabeth leaving Boston in the Ship of the Dead, thus they haven’t heard yet of Jason’s death and that Nico can’t find him in the Underworld. Once they do, Annabeth will obviously try and contact Magnus, but due to him being on a quest, she won’t be able to until after they get back. I hope that makes sense. 

Please let me know any ideas, errors etc. 

Thanks Kadme.

[judedeluca]

LOSH APPRECIATION WEEK 2019 - Headcanons

*Sigh* I expect this isn’t gonna get a lot of reblogs but whatever.

This is mainly Lightning Lad centric with a few WG ideas.

Lightning Lad and Arsenal Are Friends

Art by Phil Jimenez

Despite that Roy and Garth have never really interacted with each other in a published story, I’ve long since believed the two have the potential to be friends because they have a lot in common.

They’re both redheads, both dads, both have lost an arm at some point, have dealt with anger issues, and people underestimate them as the weakest of their respective groups (the Fab Five, the Founders)

Art by Levy Rasputin

In my main story ideas, the Legionnaires became involved with Roy dealing with Lian being brought back to life and their memories of the real DCU restored. The Legion was forced to witness Cheshire almost killing Roy and Lian, and offered the Harpers a space to recover in the 31st Century as they further tried to determine what was going on in the universe because of Doctor Manhattan’s damage to the timeline.

Roy and Garth just sort of clicked since the Harpers spent a lot of time living on the Ranzz Family’s farm on Winath. Lian even calls Garth “Uncle Sparkhead” since she already HAS an Uncle Garth (Tempest/Uncle Gillhead). Garth calls Lian “Tiger.”

The Legionnaires are super protective of Roy, Lian, and Lian’s baby brother Tommy. Lian’s taught moves by Shadow Lass and Night Girl, and Roy’s slept with a couple of the Legionnaires.

Roy and Garth are sort of the Batman and Superman of my DC Trinity. The WW’s an OC.

Saturn Queen And Dark Angel Are Allies/Lovers

Art by nanihoo

I mentioned before my love of this version of Eve because she’s a survivor, so I paired her up with another Multiverse survivor, Dark Angel.

The two of them have been acting behind the scenes of the DCU, operating outside of time and space which spared them from Manhattan’s revisions. They’ve been responsible for many of the retcons in the DCU as well as some of the more tragic stories. They made Superboy into a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor. They’re the reason why Mia Dearden left Lian Harper by herself which led to Lian’s death when Star City was destroyed. They brought Jason Todd back to life. They made everyone forget about Mae Kent and Linda Danvers. Why? Because they see it as a game for their enjoyment. They’ve no need for money or ruling the world. They have all the time in the world.

Art by @empty-b

After Manhattan altered the DCU and replaced numerous heroes and villains with his shoddy knock offs, D.A. and Eve are the ones who pulled them from limbo and have been keeping them in stasis until Manhattan’s been dealt with. They’re the reason why the real Legion’s been missing since the New 52 began, but their endgame is something far worse beyond inflicting psychological torture.

They later establish a new version of Villainy Incorporated, recruiting dozens of villainesses from all throughout the Multiverse as part of their final game. They are, surprisingly, decent bosses to work for as they rely more on getting these women to trust them instead of brainwashing or threatening them.

Truthfully their behavior takes inspiration from Bernkastel and Lambdadelta of the Umineko series.

Kinetix Hates White Witch

After Zoe’s soul is freed from within Mysa when Mordru’s spirit is removed, she develops an unforgiving hatred for the White Witch for not doing anything to help her. Zoe claims Mysa knew Zoe was inside her and suffering all this time, but Mysa was more concerned with quieting Mordru (which, in the process, muted Zoe’s cries for help).

As a result, when Zoe is brought back to life and freed, she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with Mysa and has threatened to kill her if Mysa ever speaks to her again.

Considering Zoe already had issues with her universe’s version of Mysa, those didn’t help.

Mysa is very remorseful for how she handled this.

Chubby Lightning Lad

Art by @empty-b

OKAY YES I’M GETTING TO THIS ONE

Art by Levy Rasputin

I frequently, if not always, commission Garth with a round body type instead of the muscular build he has in the comics. And it’s not just one version of him. As an asexual/autochorissexual/whatever sexual this is my thing, and I wish there was more body diversity in the comics. Anyway...

Art by Tim Fish

For Pre-Crisis/Retroboot Garth I tend to imagine he gained some weight after all the shit settled and he and Imra moved back to Winath. All of the Legionnaires lost a considerable deal of weight when they were on the run because of the JLE (you can see in Gary Frank’s artwork how malnourished they appear).

Art by lotusmelon

Alongside Garth’s anger problem calming down and rescuing the boys (Graym and Garridan) after they were kidnapped, Garth felt guilty about the way he treated Imra. Looking back on how his family was denied the basic comforts of a roof over their heads, beds to sleep in, and access to food, he started to experiment with cooking and put himself in charge of meal planning as a way to show he cares. He worries about their health and is making sure Imra and the kids are eating properly.

As a result he put on a few pounds while trying out different recipes and because he’s simply not taking food for granted anymore.

Coupled with all the work he has to do on the farm and you’ve got yourself a big beautiful farm boy.

I’ve had other ideas for two other versions of Garth, mainly Threeboot!Garth and Cartoon!Garth

Art by lotusmelon

Threeboot!Garth’s a stress eater, which started as a result of him developing anxiety over leading the Legion and his nasty break-up with Saturn Girl. As a result he got a little chubby since he has to spend most of his time seated at Legion HQ overseeing everything.

Eventually Garth decided he needed a vacation in order to relax and figured at one point “Screw it.” If he doesn’t have a girlfriend and has to deal with handling all the Legion’s affairs, he might as well eat and came back from vacation heavier than when he left. Once he stopped worrying about this he proved to be more effective as leader.

Art by @sewerbetta

Cartoon!Garth I just prefer as heavyset because it bothers how all the male Legionnaires have such narrow waists but broad shoulders. And really I think Garth looks good with some padding.

Art by Kris Smith

No one really has a problem with it except for Brainy, who keeps complaining about having to update Garth’s robotic arm to match his build. Unfortunately, Brainy’s criticisms became increasingly nastier to the point of body shaming and Garth begins to feel legitimately upset by all this since he didn’t have a problem with his body.

The other Legionnaires aren’t happy with Brainy’s attitude as well. Bouncing Boy in particular is peeved because he finds out Brainy never said anything about HIS weight because “It served a purpose.”

Art by @peskyshortcake

Imra especially enjoys having a boyfriend with curves.

[jasonsscar]

I know you like the idea of Jason reincarnating, but for a one shot idea maybe a reunion with Jason and some of the other 7 in Elysium. Only if you want to if course

I’m all for any idea in all honesty. So here is an Elysium story that is short but hopefully enjoyable??? 

(Also, thanks guys for 100 followers!)

Death is inevitable.

Those were words all demigods found themselves having to live with. Heroes died in battles constantly, it wasn’t a secret. Sometimes they win battles and do so for years to come and other times that doesn’t happen for heroes. Plain and simple logic.

Jason Grace knew death was coming. He’d heard it himself, that five letter word that had been haunting him for months on end until, finally, he had to fall. It didn’t matter to him if he died now or later, Romans were raised to believe that dying in battle was an honor. It was an honor for Jason because his death meant that he saved someone else from never seeing their family or friends again.

The blonde sixteen year old hoped he wouldn’t be forgotten by his friends. He hoped wherever Apollo and Meg were on their journey to save all five Oracle’s, that they were safe. He hoped Apollo would remember to keep his promise and to remember what it felt like to be human. He hoped Piper would find her true self back in Oklahoma. He hoped Percy and Annabeth would be safe and happy back in New York. He hoped Frank lived to see a stronger version of himself. He hoped Hazel continued to live the best life she should’ve received in the first place. He hoped wherever Leo was, he was happy and stayed alive. He hoped Reyna would someday find love. He hoped Nico never had to hide his true self from others ever again. He hoped that the two camps never had to go to war ever again.

Most of all, he hoped Thalia would forgive him for not saying one final goodbye.

That, he knew, was too much to hope for.

As Judgement stood before him it, they allowed his life to flash before his eyes. Jason watched himself as a child, memories that he could never recall now, playing with his older sister Thalia as she tossed him around in the backyard of the mansion they lived in. The two of them laughing as the young girl just tried to enjoy the little moments she had left with her baby brother.

Jason watched while his mother bargained with Hero and he was taken away from the home he should’ve belonged in. He saw the memory of himself being dropped down with Lupa and being raised to become strong and show no signs of weakness. He saw himself arriving on the grounds of Camp Jupiter and being claimed by the Lord of the Sky and being feared by those around him. The moments that he had with Reyna on their quests were ones that he was able to vividly remember, with the friend he had grown to love like a sister. His fight with Krios was something that he could never forget; he remembered thinking how if he died then and there he hoped Reyna could defeat him and hold the glory high on her shoulders. He didn’t though, and instead four months later he found himself dropped in the middle of Nevada, holding hands with a girl he didn’t know and talking nonsense with a boy who claimed was his best friend. He watched his arrival to Camp Half-Blood and meeting a different cultural group he would have never anticipated to work with. He watched as he received a prophecy to free Hera and he travelled on a quest with his two new best friends Piper and Leo; the Prophecy of Seven unfolding before them and the battle with Gaea, something he had been anticipating for months, lasting only a few minutes. It was a good laugh in Jason’s opinion.

Then came his final moments, as he fought desperately against the Roman emperor Caligula as arrows were impaling him in his arms and legs until finally one went through his heart, the last thing he remembered doing was screaming to Apollo to remember his promise and giving Tempest one last order to take his friends to safety before he fell to the floor, dead.

Jason blinked a couple times, unsure whether he should cry or be relieved that the vision was over. He slowly brought his gaze upward where he saw the three judges of Judgement sitting and conversing quietly. He was able to recognize all three judges, thanks to Nico who seemed to know how the Underworld worked on the daily. The judges for this particular session he had Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus. The most famous judges to ever sit on the Judgement Panel were now judging Jason and his incoming fate.

Jason had no idea how long he’d been standing there, waiting to see what they would tell him. He had nowhere to sit, so the boy just shifted into a different standing position every few minutes until finally the verdict was said.

“Elysium.”

Doors that sat behind the judges held the different locations. Jason could hear the screaming from the Fields of Punishment and the silence from the Field of Asphodel. The door for Elysium opened and Jason took a step forward seeing something more beautiful than he would have ever dreamed to see. The fields of grass and small children and adults alike, running around and having fun. The son of Jupiter stepped through the door and it closed behind him and Jason for the first time in a long time smiled, because now he was at peace and nothing would bother him again.

Jason wasn’t sure how many years had passed when the first person he recognized from his friends arrived in Elysium.

It was Percy first.

Jason had been talking to a couple who used to go to Camp Half-Blood; they were eighteen when they died in the Battle of Manhattan. Charles Beckendorf was apparently a good friend of Percy and Annabeth’s. Jason seemed to have a distant memories of Leo talking about him. He was a popular figure at Camp Half-Blood before his untimely death. He was a son of Hephaestus and was dating a daughter of Aphrodite, Silena Beauregard, another popular figure at Camp Half-Blood.

The son of Jupiter saw the door open at the entrance and the blonde boy inclined his head over and he smiled, a common facial feature that Jason was able to show more often after he had been assigned to Elysium.

The blonde slid down the roof of the house he was sitting on, landing on his own two feet to see who the new arrival was. It wasn’t everyday someone new got accepted into Elysium; when he saw the person walk through the door his smile got wider as Perseus Jackson walked through looking confused and unsure of where exactly he was.

Jason shouted his name once and Percy whipped his head over to see Jason Grace in the flesh looking alive and exactly the way he remembered he looked when he’d left him back almost a good twenty years ago. The son of Jupiter jogged over to his friend.

“J-Jason?” Percy stuttered out, his sea green eyes wide as he looked at his blonde friend in surprise.

Jason stood before Percy, the son of Poseidon had reached the same height as Jason by then, and smiled. “Hey, Jackson,” the eternal sixteen year old greeted. “How’s life been treating you?”

Percy looked down at himself in confusion, he was wearing an old Camp-Half Blood t-shirt, the lettering slowly fading from the amount of times it had been washed. Percy said, “I’m dead.”

The two started catching up, Percy telling Jason about the past twenty years that he had missed. Naturally, he and Annabeth had gotten married and had a little boy and girl. They lived at New Rome but a new prophecy had been declared and the camp had been infiltrated. Percy had defended the camp to his last breath, taking a gorgon to save Annabeth and their children. Percy was ridden with guilt though, for leaving his children without a father though. For leaving Annabeth alone.

Jason tried to comfort him as best as he could, but Jason knew what he felt. It was similar to the same guilt he felt when he had died as well.

It wasn’t long after Percy that Frank had entered Elysium. Another war was happening back in the world of the living. The camps weren’t getting along again, Jason wasn’t sure what that meant. People started dying and being sent to the Fields of Asphodel. Frank had wrapped Jason in a bear hug then hit him, for leaving him to run the camp blindly with no help. Jason had laughed and apologized but it was a good hearted conversation.

Not long after that, Annabeth entered Elysium, searching vigorously for Percy and even shoving Jason aside. The daughter of Athena wrapped her arms around the love her life and pressed kisses on his face, saying how much she missed him and loved him and if he ever died again she would never forgive him. It didn’t take long for Annabeth to see Jason finally and punch him, for being a hero and dying as one. She hugged him though, because that was their friendship. She may not have known him long or all that well, but they were friends and that was what mattered.

Years must’ve passed before Leo Valdez entered Elysium, greeting everyone with a wink. He froze seeing Jason and turning pale on the spot in surprise of not seeing his best friend after nearly forty years of not seeing him. Jason grinned at him and held out his arms and Leo ran up to him and hugged him, wrapping his legs around the blonde boy’s waist.

“Jason, you piece of shi-!”

Jason laughed. “There’s kids here!”

“You were dead!” Leo yelled, still hugging him tight.

“Well now you’re dead!”

Hazel entered Elysium a couple years later along with Reyna. The war with the camps had came to an end and now both of them were separated but Hazel and Reyna didn’t seem to mind, having finally arrived at a place where peace would overtake them. Hazel had greeted all of her friends with a kiss on the cheek, speaking of how she missed each of them. Jason just hoped she lived the best life she could.

Jason didn’t get to see Piper until almost another ten years later.

The doors had opened again and Piper McLean entered through, her head high and looking as beautiful as he remembered her. The memories of his last moments on Earth and declaring to himself and that he would save her. It was worth it, she had lived the longest out of all of them.

Annabeth had hugged her first, crying and saying how much she missed Piper. Then Hazel, Leo, Percy, Frank and last Jason and that hug lasted the longest. It held no romantic intentions it was a hug that meant so much more.

“Thank you for saving us,” Piper had mumbled as she let her friend go with a bright smile. Jason smiled and nodded his head.

Maybe dying a hero wasn’t so bad after all.