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Percy: I think I accidentally joined a cult Later Percy: Update, I am now the leader of said cult
#src: John Mulaney#His stand-up comedy special âThe Comeback Kidâ#percy jackson#percy pjo#pjo#pjo fandom#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo hoo toa#battle of the labyrinth#the last olympian#he became the leader is three years#pjo series#camp half blood#also happened with camp jupiter#camp jupiter#that took him a week#son of neptune#the heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus#hoo#don't know if this has been do#he joined a cult#to a normal person chb is a cult#so is camp jupiter#has this been done? probably
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actually lol the story playing out as it does but after Annabeth reunites with Percy, he looks behind her and is very quickly, "where's grover"
cue depression that some other satyr is joining them on this quest instead of Grover, who obviously decided not to come get Percy himself because he hates him
("percy, he doesn't hate you, he's just busy preparing trying to keep Gaea down with all the other nature spirits")
("HE HATES ME")
#percy jackson#grover underwood#annabeth chase#happy talks pjo#back on my grover is percy's FP bullshit lol#everyone at camp jupiter is just like âthe fuck is happeningâ bc what.#piper is in the background thinking âthis is the guy annabeth talked up for so long? the guy who's trying to bury himself in the ground rn?#jason is lowkey offended they replaced him with someone so emotional (but also confused bc he thought neptune's kids didn't have emotions?)#hazel and frank are not surprised because percy remembered grover at some point during the quest#and had a nearly devastating meltdown at the concept that he could ever forget him#and also was super distressed he couldn't contact grover through their empathy link#they spent three hours trying to reassure him everything would be fine and its not his fault! it's juno's! and her magic! so relax! plz!
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Rereading Heroes of Olympus -
I can't believe that there was a Star Trek reference in the Lost Hero and I am only catching it now
#leo valdez#vulcan#star trek#mr spock#will solace#hephaestus#annabeth chase#Butch#jason grace#piper mclean#camp half blood#camp jupiter#Wow#Can you believe this#rereading hoo#rereading#pjo hoo toa tsats#heroes of olympus#cabin 9#percy jackson#percy jackson fandom#uncle rick#riordanverse#how did i miss this#how did i miss it#crossover#never thought this happened#Leo you are sooo coool#Also Will Solace has made his appearance!!!#Poor Leo
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Does anyone have fun headcanons for some random events that happened at Camp Jupiter during the time of the Titan war? Because we know next to nothing about the Romans but I refuse to believe they didn't have any crazy weird events and quests.
Like, if the Seven were to talk about the time before HoO (or generally any Romans and Greeks) and Percy and Annabeth would go like "Oh and we went through the sea of monsters and ended up on Circe's Island that one time" or "and that's how Percy showed up to his own funeral", sure, that would be a crazy story. But Jason also defeated a Titan on his own and Reyna only ever went to CJ After Percy and Annabeth were at Circe's island, what was the crazy stuff that happened in between?
Also what did the Romans think Caused the Titan War since they obviously couldn't have known it was Luke?
#anyone please share your headcanons#i hate that Jason didn't get his memories back#and honestly i think Rick just also has no idea what really happened at CJ#but like#we could've had Reyna talk about it#or Octavian to the Romans if he wasn't gonna tell the Greeks#ignoring the fact that CJ fully abandoned Jason (in favour of a Greek?!)#there could've been a beautiful little moment with him#and Reyna#and any other friends if he had any#where they talk about their past experiences and memories#Please if it's not an epic quest#share your silly little things#jokes or insiders or just funny little events that might've occured#i don't see enough of these#jason grace#heroes of olympus#riordanverse#reyna ramĂrez arellano#reyna avila ramirez arellano#octavian#ffs even him#how did the quests work with him as the augur#someone tell me pls#camp jupiter#pjo hoo toa#pjo headcanon#new rome#luke castellan#kinda
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in my jason feels againâŠ.
#heâs like. the epitome of a hidden tragedy to me#especially with the way part of the fandom hates/hated him#idk maybe itâs cause i can just relate to his general vibe#just how he was the rule follower. perfect in every way he could be#and yet. and yet. he failed#he was always less than percy from the moment they met to everyone else#percy who has never once followed the rules but also came out on top of jason#how he was always criticized as boring or a moral less leader#but when did he have the opportunity to learn not to be? at the roman camp since 2?????#all the expectations placed on him as jupiters son that in the end he could never hope to achieve#these thoughts are probably disjumbldd and bad but yea. jason feels are so happening rn#pjo#hoo#pjo/hoo#jason grace#coming back to this cause i forgot to add my most important thought#the fact that so many readers hated him from the very beginning because he was not percy#itâs just. so devastating
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No im trying to put a timeline together for Jason andâŠoh my god???
jason was actually IN THE FUCKING LEGION as a three-year-old, judging by the lines in his spqr tattoo
which is insane, because, i mean, he was three
what does a three year old even do in the army??
like he can hardly go fight monsters or some shit
was he just like a mascot?
like "this is jason. we found him on the side of the road when he was three. now he's in the army. he's literally never gone to school but that's fine"
#I mean Iâm not that surprised??#because camp Jupiter is insane#which I think is mostly an oversight in Rickâs part#because he does not excel in fleshing out worlds past âthis is what is happening right nowâ#also because middle grade books#but yeah
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Waitress
Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x mortal!reader, 2.1k Warnings: NOT canon compliant, this takes place in my world where Piper and Jason realized they were best as friends right after lost hero and Leo never got with Caylpso. also TOA never happened because it makes me sad. Also somewhat not proof read Summary: Jason has been sneaking off for weeks and Leo is detirmened to find out why. Or alternativly: Leo, Piper, Annabeth, and Percy go snooping in Jasons buisness Authers note: Hey hey! first fic in what feels like a million years! I definitely have to shake the rust off a bit but this was a fun one to get back into it! I was listening to Waitress at work and got this idea so i ran with it. Honestly not much of the actual relationship, theres a lot of set up and other characters but I think I may do a part two if this does well :)
Jason Grace was a busy man. Going between camps, building shrines to all the minor gods, serving as Pontifex Maximus, taking trips to Olympus to meet deities, and head counselor duties. Everyone knew he had no time on his schedule. His friends were lucky if they could get him to spare an hour to catch up, much less get him to a bonfire. So why on earth is it that Jason Grace would take upwards of two hours out of his day, three days a week, to walk out of camp and go to who knows where?
Leo was determined to find out. Heâd watched Jason sneak off for the past month, and he was sick of wondering. He tried to bring it up but just got a red-faced muttered excuse about itâs just a walk in the woods and I have to finish my work before he'd disappeared into his cabin.
âI think weâre lost,â Percy said, stopping suddenly and causing Piper to almost slam into his back.
âWe are not lost!â Leo exclaimed, âI swear he went this way,âÂ
âWeâre miles from camp,â Piper butt in, âhe could be anywhere,â she crossed her arms and glared at Leo.Â
âWe should turn back before someone notices weâre gone,â Annabeth added, looking up and down the road they were on. Leo had seen Jason sneaking off just before lunch and had convinced his friends to follow him. Now, here they were, on some back road heading through the woods surrounding the camp a mile and a half away from the border.
âGuys, c'mon! Donât you want to know where heâs been going!â Leo turned back to the group. âHe canât have gotten far.â He kept walking backward in the same direction theyâd been heading for the past 10 minutes. For a little while, they could see Jason walking along the side of the road, far ahead, but theyâd kept their distance so he wouldnât notice them. Then he made a turn at an intersection, and theyâd lost sight of him.Â
âMaybe he really is just out for a walk?â Piper offered.
Leo hualted now, âFor two hours? No way, heâs definitely up to something out here.â He stared at the group, waiting for someone to disagree. No one did. It was definitely unusual behavior from the son of Jupiter to take so much time away from his work.
âWeâve been walking for 25 minutes. I say we go 5 more and then head back,â Annabeth spoke up, sending Leo a you owe me glance.Â
âPerfect, 5 minutes!â Leo returned an appreciative smile before turning on his heel and continuing down the road with his friends in tow.
They rounded a corner a minute later, and Leo couldnât help the I told you so grin that came across his face. In front of them, just a few more meters down the road was a genuine 1950s-style roadside diner with the name The Doo-Wop Diner plastered over the door. âSee!â Leo pointed triumphantly, âNow imagine if we had turned back when you quitters had wanted to,âÂ
The group walked up to the diner, rolling their eyes at Leoâs antics. They peered in through the windows that lined the front. It was cute, with pastel blue on the walls, 50s-style booths, a jukebox in the corner, and a countertop bar.
âIs he even in there?â Percy asked, huddled next to Annabeth and scanning the restaurant.
âHeâs got to be,â Leo squinted from Annabeth's other side.
âThere he is!â Annabeth pointed to the far end of the bar where Jason was sitting. He had a cup of coffee and an open book in front of him.
âWhatâs he doing in there?â Leo asked as if any of them knew. âHe walks all the way out here for âNew York's best black coffeeâ?â He read off the sign in the window.Â
The group looked at him for another minute in deliberation before Piper let out a quiet gasp. âItâs not the coffee heâs here for,â she was staring at something on the other end of the restaurant with wide, knowing eyes. âLook,â
When the three others looked back at Jason, they saw a soft, almost nervous smile on his face while he gave a slight wave. When they followed his gazeto the other side of the resturant, they all came to the same conclusion that Piper had. Jason Grace had walked nearly thirty minutes away from camp to a rinky-dink old diner on the side of the road to see you.
You were dressed in a 1950s waitress uniform and serving some of that aforementioned black coffee to an old couple. When you caught sight of Jason, your face lit up, and you waved back. As soon as you finished pouring the coffee, you brought the pot over to where Jason was sitting, even though he still had a full cup in front of him. The four standing outside were frozen in place as they watched the two inside interact.Â
âHey!â You said as you approached. The smile you had on now was so much more genuine than your usual customer service smile. âI missed you last week,â
Jasonâs smile mirrored your own as he put a napkin between the pages of his book to mark his place. âHey. Yeah, sorry, I had a last minute thing, uh, out of town, I had to do,â he had been called back to Camp Jupiter to resolve a minor god conflict and hadnât been able to come in at his usual time.Â
âOoo, more of your mystery out-of-town work?â Heâd mentioned it several times but, for obvious reasons, couldnât tell you the whole story, and being the golden boy he was, he couldnât bring himself to flat-out lie. âIs it something illegal?â You asked.
Jason let out a laugh at that. âItâs definitely not illegal.â He pushed his glasses back into place.Â
âAre you sure? Because based on what youâve told me, itâs out of town, itâs odd hours, itâs highly secretive, and itâs hard work.â You listed things out, counting them on your fingers. âYouâre either selling drugs or possibly a secret agent.â You finished with wide, questioning eyes.
He laughed again at your list. You always had a way of putting his mind at ease. When it was swimming in work, and he couldnât think straight, you always managed to bring him back to sanity. âItâs all boring, I promise. Iâd much rather be here.âÂ
Your grin returned. âOh really? I didnât know you held our fine establishment in such high regard.â While you spoke, the cook rang a harsh bell and shouted, "Order up!â
âThanks, Cal,â You called while you grabbed the two burger plates from the kitchen and walked them around the counter to deposit them at a table nearby. Jason watched you while you worked, the soft smile never once leaving his face as you handed out napkins and refilled some water.Â
Once you were back, the conversation picked up exactly where it had left off. âIt has its selling points,â he mused. The other half of that sentence, mostly about cute waitresses with the brightest smiles and the prettiest eyes, stayed caught in his throat. The pair slipped into an easy routine theyâd established long ago. Jason would sit and drink his coffee while you bustled around, taking orders, running food, cleaning the occasional spill, all the while keeping up a steady stream of small talk.Â
It was a mutually beneficial relationship. You got a bit of conversation to distract from the monotony of your work, and his blue eyes always seemed to make your day go smoother. Jason got a much-needed break from everything Greco-Roman. At camp, he always had so much responsibility, and so many expectations were weighing him down. Here, he didnât have to worry about all that. You didnât know who his dad was or what quests heâd been on, and you didnât care. You liked him for him and not for the hero he was supposed to be.Â
You returned to your spot across from him and picked up a rag to look like you were still doing something. âHave you told anyone at that camp of yours about this place?â You knew Camp Half-Blood existed. You also knew it wasn't anywhere close to normal based on the folks that came through, but they had the best strawberries even in the off-season, so you didnât ask many questions.
âNo way. Trust me, you do not want them coming here,â Jason had told you about his friends, minus a few details, but he had always emphasized that they were trouble.
âUh huh, so then, who's staring at us from the window?â You asked with a sideways grin on your face.
âWhat?â Jason wiped his head around in time to see four panicked faces duck below the window sill outside. âOh, by all the gods!â He muttered angrily under his breath and made a beeline for the door. âIâll be right back,â he called to you, knowing youâd watch his book and half cup of coffee.
âTake your time,â you called back as he pushed open the door and stepped outside.Â
For a second, all the demigods stared at each other without moving. Four crouched on the ground, wishing he hadnât seen them, and one glaring at the group from above. Jason grabbed the front of Leoâs shirt and hoisted him up so he stood with his hands raised in surrender. âWhat are you doing here,â he hissed.
âHey! Calm down, calm down,â Leo tried a friendly smile but was met with a glare. âWe just, uh went for a walk?â He offered an explanation that sounded more like a question
âWrong answer,â Jason sent his glare at the other three. âDid you all follow me?â He let Leo go and took a step back so he could glare at everyone all at once instead of having to shift his gaze.
âLeo made us come,â Piper threw him under the bus.
âOh gee, thanks, beauty queen. It's nice to know where your loyalties lie.â Leo shot back, adjusting his shirt front.
Percy gave Jason a sly grin. âWe were curious, but we never would have come if we knew you had a secret girlfriend out here,â
âShe is not my girlfriend!â Jason cut him off.Â
Percy put up his own hands, âSorry, secret crush,â he corrected.
âShe isn't! I don't-â Jason was full-on flustered now.
âDoes that mean sheâs up for grabs?â Leo asked. He looked back inside before getting smacked upside the back of the head by Annabeth. âWhat? She cute!â
When Jason looked back through the window he caught your eye and you sent him a questioning, yet very amused, glace. Jason had a bit of panic at that and quickly moved to usher the four away from the window and back towards the road. âAbsolutely not! First of all, sheâs a person; she canât be up for grabs, and secondly, you canât meet her!â
âWhat? Why not, she seems nice,â Annabeth asked.
âShe is nice! And she's normal, and she doesnât need to know any of you,â Jason managed to get them all about 10 feet from the front door. âGo back to camp. Just follow this road east for a mile, turn right at the second intersection, go straight for another half-mile, and youâll see the border.â Jason gave the hurried directions and prayed to whichever god would listen that theyâd all just leave.
âWhoa, man, we walked all the way out here, and now you're just gonna send us away?â Leo asked, putting a hand over his chest in fake offense.
âYes,â Jason shot back flatly.
Piper spoke up next, âWait, whatâs her name? How long have you been coming here? Howâd you even find this place? Does she like you back? It looked like she did.â
âReally?â Jason asked before shaking his head and focusing again. âI mean, I am not answering that,â he was still trying to shew the group away, but clearly, it wasnât working.Â
âWell, do they have good food here?â Percy added
âI saw âBreakfast all dayâ on one of the signs,â Annabeth walked around Jason and back towards the door.
âAnd that burger meal she brought out looked really good,â Leo added. The four demigods went right past Jason and headed for the front door.Â
âNo, no, no, no, no,â Jason muttered as his friends ignored him and went in. âThis is not good,â he said to himself, following the group back inside. They obviously had no intention of leaving, and he figured the next best course of action would be to simply die of shame. He knew this day would come; someone would catch him sneaking off, and his best-kept secret would become his worst nightmare. He just didnât think itâd be so soon.
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Ahhhh first fic in a long ass time, its not my best work but personally I liked the plot so I got a little carried away and might have to make a part 2
#x reader#jason grace x reader#jason grace#jason grace x y/n#jason grace fluff#jason grace x mortal!reader#pjo x reader#pjo#percy jackson x reader#heros of olympus#heros of olympus x reader#hoo x reader#pjo hoo
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spooky indie visual novels you've never heard of for spooky season
since it's October I thought I'd put together a list of spooky indie visual novels (horror, Halloween, creepy, dark comedy, anything in the spirit of the season goes) that you've probably never heard of but can play right now on itchio!
model employee
Model Employee is a corporate horror visual novel. Just discharged from the hospital and massively in debt for their life-saving cybernetics, the player-character must adapt to the âextremeâ work-life balance of a Tethys Team Member- but they have help. Penny, the artificial personality that controls all security, waste disposal, and employee surveillance in the facility, specializes in reinforcing an especially cutthroat variety  of workplace culture- and sheâs taken an interest in you. If you want to get ahead in your career, you gotta be willing to take some risks.
model employee is such a tightly structured visual novel for being made in just one month for a game jam, making full use of everything while surprising you at every corner. every part of this game was so well planned and thought out- dystopian corporate satire isnât my cup of tea (weâre living it) but the way they present everything in this game makes it feel so much more intense.
beary the hatchet
Itâs Halloween 199X, and you killed someone during your morning shift. Honestly itâs inconvenient. This job was imperfect, sure, but you got to wear a mask with no questions asked and the pay was livable. But now youâll have to keep the body in the backrooms till your shift is done. Bummer. âYouâre⊠the absolutely WICKED and AWESOME Bearwater Grizzly Killer, arenât you?!â âŠand now enters the dreaded true crime fan.
beary the hatchet is such a uniquely lovely game to look at, even if the subject matter is grim. I love the color palette and tones in this, I love the 2.5D graphics, I love how expressive all of the designs are. itâs a game oozing with style.
WE KNOW THE DEVIL
Anyone can kill the devil; thatâs why they always make teens the vampire slayers, the magical girls. But some kids canât even get that right; and thatâs why meangirl Neptune, tomboy Jupiter, and shy shy Venus have to endure one more week of summer camp and each other, singing boring songs about jesus, doing busywork for adults, and hoping godâs radio canât hear them. Before they can leave the summer scouts, theyâve got to spend twelve hours in the loneliest cabin in the woods and wait for the devil to come and live through the nightâor not. You know.
itâs a visceral experience, something that feels foreign and familiar at the same time. I love the direction for it, the sketchy monochrome sprites against the colored photos- parts when there arenât any characters on screen feel that much more real, like youâre watching found footage because of how tense everything is.
disconnect
Late at night, a phone call from a friend keeps disconnecting from you⊠On and off, on and off, constantly⊠âŠWhat would you do if you realized your friend wasnât who you thought they were? And how would you react when the truth was finally revealed? (âÌ·ÌąÌW̞̚Ìo̞̫Íu̷̱Íវ̞ÍdÌŽÍÌ Ì”ÌÍ
yÌ”ÌÌœō̞ÍuÌ·ÌźÌ Ì·ÌÌs̶̀Ìt̞̄ÍiÌŽÌ»Ìl̞̰ÍlÌžÍÌ Ì·ÍÌÈ̞̩cÌžÌĄÌtÌ”ÌÌ Ì”ÍÌt̶ÌÌh̶̊ÍeÌžÌ©Í ÌžÌ©Ì
s̶ÌÌaÌ·ÌȘÍmÌ”ÌźÍeÌŽÍÍ ÌžÌÌwÌ·ÌšÌĂĄÌŽÌ±yÌ”ÌŻÌ?̶ÍÌ"Ì·ÍÌ) Find out what happened to our scaredy-cat protagonist, IndieïŒa famous horror storyteller on the H-T-M (Horror, Tales, and Mystery) forum. What would she do when she unintentionally uncovered a mystery hidden deep within her own home?
I love the style of disconnect and the unorthodox way of getting to the truth of the matter. Iâm not normally one to play furry VNs, but the designs are adorable and I love the presentation of the game, it has a lot of animation in it. thereâs also one moment not too far in on this screen that made me screamâŠ
curse of the juniper tree
Curse of the Juniper tree is a tale of two siblings, a cursed tree and an isolated village. It is a short kinetic visual novel featuring 2d exploration. Walk around the snowy village and talk to its inhabitants! Story is loosely based off the fairytale called The Juniper Tree by the Brothers Grimm in Grimmâs Fairy Tales in 1812.
this is a lovely and short story about two siblings living in a frozen land together. itâs a very atmospheric story with so many beautiful blues and detailed character designs. the controls were a bit hard to figure out at times but itâs worth your time.
reaplaced
Grea Perrim is a reaper of souls, and itâs her duty to bring the deceased to the other side. But in the world of reapers, death isnât any kind of equalizer. The value of a soul is directly tied to the peculiarity of its death. Greaâs supernatural senses bring her to a Halloween house party with three costumed guests. She soon finds the most valuable kind of soul: the victim of a locked-room murder. In order to reap the soul, Grea must unravel the identity of its killer and explain its death in full. Is this the work of a human? A witch? Or something else entirelyâŠ?
reaplaced is a fun little whodunnit set on Halloween about a grim reaper out on the hunt who finds herself in the middle of a murder mystery. itâs much more indepth than I was expecting and the soundtrack is wonderfulâthereâs a lot of small touches to it that make it great.
Silver Thread
An exorcist that doubts the existence of ghost might sound contradictory but to Alicia Wilkershire, this is the right way to get closer to the truth. Her latest job sounded like another run-of-the-mill case and she greeted her client with her usual pessimism but is it, really?
Silver Thread is a spooky and short RPGM game about a skeptical exorcist trying to help a guy with his problems. the style is lovely and if you also like this kind of style, the developer has several other RPGM games like this!
Elevator Hitch
Elevator Hitchis a short 2.5D surreal horror/escape room visual novel with point-and-click and puzzle elements following the story of two co-workers suddenly finding themselves stuck together in a "Perfectly Normal" 70s office elevator. They must explore each liminal-looking floor and find a way to get off the elevator to their actual destinations.
like a few others on this list, Elevator Hitch was made in just a month for the Spooktober Visual Novel Jam and was my favorite game from the year it came out (2022). it's more of an adventure style game than pure visual novel, so expect puzzles and a lot of bad ends! this developer also has a lot of other similar style adventure visual novels.
The Case of the Serialized Killer
When a popular illustrator is found dead, disgraced demonologist Harold Ludicael is hired to summon her ghost. Ghosts are the one thing he can't summon, but with sharp insight, perhaps he can solve the mystery, and resurrect the most important thing: His career.
this visual novel is an absolute feast on the eyes as all of the art is done by traditionally painted watercolor artworks! the characters are all unique and the world feels very lived in. if you like murder mysteries then check it out.
Stillwater
"đđđđđđ đ€đ„đŁđđđđ đ„đđđđđ€ đđ đđ đđ„ đ đĄđŁđđđâŠ" A woman arrives with a mysterious letter in hand addressed to her grandfather. Etched in crimson is a foreboding message, a warningâa promise made from a time forgotten. Private Investigator Hugo Laurent and his assistants must solve this bizarre case before an old family's curse befalls them all.
Stillwater is a lovely looking game - I love everything about the art direction for it. it's not overly scary but very atmospheric with several endings to find.
Who is the Red Queen?
Alice falls down the rabbit hole into a Wonderland not quite right. Meeting an eclectic collection of people, animals, and some things in between, she sets out on an adventure in this odd new place to find the missing Red Queen. Or, more specifically, to find the pieces of the dismembered queen whose body has been strewn across the land.
a familiar but new take on Alice in Wonderland, now with a lot more yuri. like a lot of the VNs I've recommended, this was originally made in just 1 month. this one in particular has a lot of dead ends, mention of gore & dismemberment, and other content warnings.
okay now that you've made it this far I'm going to promote my gay horror / Halloween visual novels
Asphodelium
Hazel is an ex-adventurer who's settled down with some of his previous guildmates after the adventure of a lifetimeâtaking down a doomsday cult that tried to end the world, but at the cost of killing their former guild leader who turned against them. Despite their adventure still haunting him months later, he's tried to move on. âThat is until a man with the same face as their guild leader approaches him. This is a story about cults and killing and killing cults. And being in love.
Asphodelium is a melancholic dark boys love visual novel that I made solo in about 3 months. it's entirely in NVL mode (I love you NVL) and around 3 hours long and my personal favorite game I've made so far.
Dahlia
a vampire has snuck into your room while you were sleeping. the only question is - are you next on her menu? Dahlia is a very short sapphic visual novel made in under 36 hours for the Velox Formido game jam, a jam for shortform visual novels. survive being trapped with a lovely little vampire, or don't.
also NVL mode because I love NVL mode. this is a short and sweet vampire visual novel I made solo in a weekend for a game jam that has several different endings.
Witch You Want
With a rather sparkly magical paper, you find a job listing for a local witch needing an assistant with making potions before the town festival that weekend. You sign up, unsure exactly what to expect...... A pompous and questionably excellent witch runs a local apothecary in town but finds that if she wants to make enough potions before the festival that weekend to sell (and keep her ongoing potion shop afloat) she'll need some assistance. After a dubious help wanted ad, she gains you as an assistant. Will the two of you see through to the festival? Will you be able to make a single potion? Will this girlfailure capture your heart?!
this is my latest visual novel that released just a few days ago! I directed & programmed this short cutesy game for a game jam at our studio. it's pretty fluffy romcom with a potion minigame in it. please help our girlfailure make potions, she needs all the help she can get.
#visual novel#visual novels#indie games#game recs#game recommendations#visual novel game#my recommendations#most of these are spooktober entries#I tried to only include finished or basically finished games#so no demos#and not every entry is straight up horror#some are more just about Halloween and some are partially comedic#there's a wide range here I think!
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I read HoO before PJO, so I genuinely thought the same way that I was missing context for Percy's backstory and there was a series about him, there'd be a series about Jason, too, or at least one with him in it
I was really disappointed when I learned that there is none
I honestly wish we got to see Jason with his memories back or even a flashback where we get to see how he acted before he lost them
#jason grace#someone out there willing to write a pjo but for the romans?#pls i would love that so much#i feel like Rick also doesn't know what happened in New Rome for most of the time#and it kinda shows#especially like... Hera/ Juno said Jason would get his memories back -ish#and then he just like... doesn't#and percy gets them back first book he's in#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#heros of olympus#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#pjo hoo#pjo#hoo#Percy Jackson#riordanverse#rrverse#pjo jason grace#pjo jason#pjo percy#new rome#camp jupiter
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Re: Reyna joining the Hunters and why I think itâs actually really depressing
So for a variety of reasons Iâm not a huge fan of Reynaâs arc ending with her joining the Hunters of Artemis. Part of that is rrverse characters should be allowed to be single without joining the eternal celibacy club, but thatâs not a problem exclusive to Reyna. I also think handling asexuality in the context of celibacy by choice is⊠messy by default, especially if itâs your one confirmed ace character.
Beyond that, though, thereâs a bunch of context surrounding Reynaâs life and personality that just make that choice seem really sad to me?
Iâll split this into three thematic subsections and put the second and third one under the cut because this got pretty long
Reyna and her sense of duty:
I highly suspect Reynaâs fatal flaw is her sense of duty. This is never explicitly confirmed (because no one except Percy and Annabeth has confirmed fatal flaws), but duty is the theme her entire character revolves around. Basically from birth sheâs raised to believe the fate of New Rome lies on her shoulders. A lot of her actions in the books explicitly link back to her sense of duty.
She runs herself ragged trying to find Jason and trying to manage a job made for two people on her own before Son of Neptune.
A lot of her conflict stems from the fact that what is necessary to protect her home (leaving her post and following Jason) inherently clashes with the rules of that home.
Reyna also actively chides others (like Lavinia in ToA) for leaving their posts and not sharing that same sense of duty.
Because of this, like Jason, Reyna is never really able to be a kid.
Joining the Hunters sort of does a good thing in that it allows Reyna to gain some distance specifically from New Rome, which her fate and also a lot of her trauma regarding her upbringing revolves around.
But it doesnât allow her to be a kid any more than being a praetor at Camp Jupiter did. Potentially less so, actually, seeing as the Hunters are basically always on the move doing something important while at Camp Jupiter you probably have regular days off and a city to visit and relax in always right around the corner.
Reyna lays down one duty and immediately commits herself to the next one. She doesnât grow and learn that she doesnât have to carry the fate of the world on her shoulders. She just trades one burden for another.
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Reyna and her emotions:
The timing of Reynaâs choice to join the Hunters seems really off. New Rome is mostly destroyed and just suffered a catastrophic amount of losses. Reyna absolutely has a right to step down as a leader, but this seems like an odd time for her to do it, especially considering she just completely up and leaves instead of at least sticking around to help rebuild her home and then join the Hunters after. As someone so fundamentally defined by her duties and her loyalty to New Rome, why does she spend half a day off-screen and then suddenly decide actually sheâll leave her destroyed home and all those grieving people for someone else to deal with? It just seems really out of character for her.
This begs the question: is Reyna really making that choice because she figured out itâs what she wants, or is it because she canât deal with what happened? Because looking at all the destruction and attending all the funeralsâdeaths that happened while she was technically in charge but unable to be present, people she was supposed to protectâreminds her of every way sheâs failed her home?
Also, Jason just died.
Jason was Reynaâs best friend for years. He was the first person she allowed herself to grow close to after her sister left her, and very possibly the first person she ever fell in love with. She never properly got to make up with Jason. Very likely they were both afraid to be hurt again. They both thought thereâd be time for it later. But there wasnât. There isnât. She only got her best friend back in a coffin, and even in death, returning to New Rome (to her) wasnât Jasonâs choice.
Reyna leaves the place where they grew up together, the duties they used to share and all the memoriesâmemories that were just hers, no longer his, since he never properly got them backâtwo days after she watched his pyre burn.
How much of that is her leaving because she wants to, and how much of it is the fact that she canât keep her walls up and keep herself going in the place that used to be theirs, where Jasonâs ghost is staring back at her at every corner? How much of her leaving is her unwillingness to deal with her grief?
Reyna running away from her feelings is an ongoing theme. It makes sense from a lot of different angles why sheâd do it.
She was raised by an abusive father who often turned his feelings (what child Reyna would have seen as âloveâ, but was primarily paranoia/anger) against her and Hylla.
Itâs also addressed directly that Reyna worries if she feels nervous or scared, her emotions will cause the camp to worry as wellâher power is quite literally to project her own emotions outward, so if she does that with negative emotions (intentionally or unintentionally), it would cause problems. Suppressing them feels safer. On top of that, in her role as a leader, she has to provide a certain sense of confidence and assurance even when she herself doesnât feel it.
Joining the Hunters instead of facing those feelings is not exactly a great way to heal in that regard.
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Reyna and the weight of Bellonaâs prophecy:
As far as weâre aware, Camp Jupiter has faced more threats in the few years Reyna was in charge than it has in centuries. First the Titan war (which Reyna must have arrived partway through, depending on how early the Romans even knew about and were involved in what was happening there), then the war with Gaia, then the Emperors.
And obviously thatâs not actually Reynaâs faultâReyna is, in fact, a huge contributing factor to why these disasters werenât a lot worse and didnât claim even more lives. But this is all put on the shoulders of a girl who knows her fate is intricately linked to the legacy of Rome.
A girl who is already convinced that her love is fundamentally destructive and keeps other people from being happy. Her father spent her entire childhood suspicious of Reyna potentially betraying himâand, because she ended up killing him in self-defense, itâs very easy for a traumatized ten year old to internalize that maybe that suspicion was totally warranted. Then Circeâs Island gets destroyed. Then Hylla finds her happiness with the Amazons by leaving Reyna. Then Jason leaves her, seeming so much happier with Piper and Leo than he ever was with her.
Everyone she loves always seems to be happier without her.
So maybe the best thing she can do for New Romeâa home that she loves and that has faced so much destruction in the short time sheâs spent thereâis to leave.
Maybe the best way to keep New Rome safe (because New Romeâs survival is linked to Hylla and Reynaâs bloodline continuing to exist) is to make herself immortal and preserve it that way. Because, unless Reyna dies in battle, she could live centuriesâpotentially thousands of yearsâas a Hunter. She canât ever properly go back to the home she loved, because thatâs not how the Hunters work. But sheâs still bound to her fate by her blood. Sheâs still doing her duty to New Rome by living as long as she can.
Itâs not something she can ever be free of.
The worst thing about this is I think Reyna choosing to find a fate for herself outside of New Rome could have actually been a great way to conclude her arc, but god do I wish it was executed differently and actually given proper exploration/space to breathe instead of just resolved by taking her off-screen for a few hours and then sticking her with the group of female warriors that barely gets to have any plot relevance outside of conveniently coming to peopleâs rescue.
#Reyna is such a great character she deserved to have a proper arc but her ToA appearance especially was such a mess#reyna avila ramirez arellano#Reyna pjo#jason grace#hoo#heroes of olympus#jason and Reyna#ToA#trials of Apollo#the tyrantâs tomb#long post#rr crit
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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
pairing . . . jason grace x fem!reader
the cassette playing . . . so american! olivia rodrigo
the letter reads . . . some headcanons about you and your cute boyfriend: jason grace!
warnings . . . none!
a/n . . . i literally can't write anything to save my life these few days, so jason grace headcanons! this beautiful blonde boy deserves more love.
⎠he's the type of guy who would ask "can i be your boyfriend?"
⎠even before you started dating, he would go OUT OF HIS WAY (and everyone else's) to give you what you wanted.
⎠learns an specific type of hair routine to help you.
‷ would ask piper, hazel, or annabeth for hair care products or how to take care of your hair type.
⎠the moment you guys start dating, all of his closet is yours.
‷ you eventually start to feel bad and tell him he can also wear your clothes if he wants, a week later you find him wearing your pink top.
‷ "i got stuck, but i look way too hot in this... can you help me take this off?"
⎠everything he makes in arts and crafts, he shows it to you.
‷ half of the time, it's jewelry for you. the other half is for percy and leo.
⎠if you ever get in a discussion with one of his bros, he looks like a sad puppy for having to pick a side. but he always picks yours.
⎠whenever he goes to new rome alone, he comes back with millions of gift for you.
‷ that either made him think of you, or thought it would be something you like.
⎠has shared a playlist with you.
‷ before he asked you out, he made three playlists. "songs that would be ours if we were dating. / songs that remind me of her. / songs about one-sided pinning."
⎠he was surprised when he found out you also had a crush on him.
⎠supports everything you do. (sports, hobbies, etc etc)
⎠this man will 100% have a shoe box of things you gifted him, going from a chocolate wrap to comfort him when he first came to chb to glasses with little lighting bolts.
⎠if someone hits on him / ask him out (didn't know / didn't care he has a girlfriend) jason has two options:
‷ "no, thanks. although my girlfriend would love to be your friend, have you met her yet?"
‷ "no. i'm deeply in love with my girlfriend, have you seen how pretty she is? i bought her this bookmark yesterday."
⎠never really liked valentines day or any other holiday since it wasn't celebrated in camp jupiter, but goes all out with you in each one.
‷ dress up with you for halloween if it's something you want to do, fills every room with hearts and flowers and takes you out in special dates for valentines day, plans your chritsmas gifts months ahead.
⎠if you have herritage ( or are ) from a different culture, he would learn everything and more.
‷ makes sure that he respects it and honors it. learning your home language, learning your favorite foods, learning your history etc etc.
⎠he burns an extra piece of food for your godly parent.
⎠helps you with homework / does it with you.
⎠loves doing double dating.
‷ your favorite one has been hazel and frank. his favorite one has been percy and annabeth.
‷ if the second one happens, you and annie feel like the third wheel of their bromance.
⎠he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, and... his mom is dead, so he introduces you to thalia, apollo, and maybe hera. also with all of your other friends.
‷ "guys, this is yn."
‷ "are you forgetting that i've known half of them longer than you have? did your amnesia came back?
‷ "the voices in your head are getting louder, my love."
⎠that man LOVES pet names. specifically the original ones he comes up with for you.
⎠he loves to gossip with you.
⎠he is SO FUNNY. we have to stop pretending he's not.
⎠for your anniversary he would probably make you a memory book of your whole relationship.
⎠"i love you, good night, dear."
‷ "are you staying with me? isn't that against the rules?"
‷ "screw the rules. good night, my love."
⎠you're one of the few ones allowed to use his sword.
⎠loves matching outfits with you.
⎠he said, 'i love you' first. it was an accident when the two of you were in the middle of fighting monsters, and it just slipped.
⎠has your initials in a chain around his neck.
#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace headcanon#a vampire kiss#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#bella's written love#a bloody love letter
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Jason getting glasses is actually so symbolic of his duality imo. You know how there are idioms that go 'look behind one's lens" ?? That applies perfectly to Jason.
He also had a coin for a weapon, maybe representing that he has "two sides of the same coin" ??
Jason is absolutely terrifying if he's driven over the edge, something that doesn't happen often (thank you Rick for showing us how much you hate making jason interesting or powerful) like when his fingers started sparking after he realised Piper and the others were on the argo ii when some kind of creatures starts attacking the ship, when Caligula broke Piper's jaw ultimately setting Jason off, or when he and Percy chose to unleash their full potential of storms in MOA together.
He can be legitimately SO cold, ruthless and indifferent if he wants to, till the point where it shocks his friends, like how he didn't trust Nico and didnt feel keen on saving him, saying in an abnormally casual way that it was perfectly okay to leave him to die at Rome in FRONT of the said boy's sister, causing Hazel to start being really scared and paranoid to be alone with Jason (I know this is widely used a reason to hate him in the fandom, but I find his nonchalant coldness towards the Nico situation extremely realistic considering how he was brought up in Camp Jupiter. Camp Jupiter is always attack and not defend, and they're ruthless in nature, so much so till the point where that amount of cruelty is considered very normal, and even a desirable quality for a perfect roman. Hazel obviously wasn't exposed to this as she was only in CJ for a very short period of time, so she took it as a shock. And considering that Jupiter is Jason's dad, you can't expect any sort trait of Jupiter to NOT seep onto his son right? Thalia can be extremely ruthless and merciless too, like when she had no hesitation in wanting to go against Luke in TLO even after Percy showed Luke sympathy after he saw Luke's younger memories) and notice how coldly Jason talked to his enemies (sciron for example).
His eyes are even considered âcold and calculatingâ and even Annabeth, the number one intimidator, felt personally intimidated and said that Jason made her extremely nervous and uncomfortable simply with the way he was looking at her like he knew too much information/was hiding many things. Annabeth knew that Jason was smart in a very dangerous way and that he could use information against her, that's coming from the daughter of Athena herself so you could imagine how genuinely threatening jason could look.
But he could be the sweetest guy ever?? Jason goes up to Nico's cabin bc he wanted to give him a hug and constantly kept reassuring Nico that he wanted to be his friend even after Nico's indifference in HOH. He took Piper on a secret get away date on his cabins rooftop, breaking the rules to make her happy, genuinely thinks that he would turn into a tree like his sister had because he thought it was customary for all Zeus kids, so much so that it made Annabeth laugh, etc.
#Jason can be so smart and strategic but so clueless and oblivious at the same time#He knows every inch of roman history but can't figure out that Reyna likes him#Jason is also a hot nerd#pjo#pjo fandom#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo series#pjo hoo#pjo hoo toa#annabeth chase#leo valdez#piper mclean#frank zhang#hazel levesque#nico di angelo#reyna avila ramirez arellano
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Mythic Phantom
This is a little something I whipped up over a while thinking about merging the DP and Riordanverse universes together, and I thank @geraldmariaivo for helping me think my way through it. If you want the ao3 version you can find it here, and I hope you enjoy the fic!
Most Underworld Gods felt it when Vladâs current permanent Portal opened, but they all Felt it when Dannyâs accident happened. A childâs death throes is hard to ignore after all. Pantheons world wide decided that was Americaâs problem, and Hel decided it was Persephoneâs problem, and Haides felt it would close on its own. No gate to Khaos can stay open for long after all.
When Ember went globally live, Muses and Music Gods and Hypnos heard the way she sang, called out to the mortals to never be forgotten. Danny and Tucker dealt with her swiftly enough that she was remembered, noted even, but disregarded.
When the Fright Knightâs sword was drawn, many Fear Gods turned toward Amity, but Danny dealt with it swiftly. Most regarded it as an anomaly but Phobos and Deimos sent subordinate spirits to investigate the town and report anything interesting.
Hades and Persephone noted the invasion of Ghost Cops and saw that Danny had it handled in only a few days, which they would count as a quest fulfilled. Clearly, Amity Park was a contained issue, and the Master Bolt had gone missing by now so they have other things to deal with. The House of Life have some reservations but agree.
Then Pariah Dark got out, and the Gods scrambled to do something about that. In only a week however, He was dealt with too. A closer eye was warranted. By everyone, not just the Observants.
Whoever these agents were, be they half-bloods or spirits or even minor gods, most wouldnât see Young Blood and thus would fear Danny was losing it too. When he calmed down, theyâd sigh in relief. The two future Ghost Villains who show up outside of the do-over would raise alarms at how fast ghosts can progress, but hey, itâs handled.
When the Hellenic spies are pulled back home for safety during the winter solstice, pleasantly surprised by Ghost activity dying down at the same time, Artemis and Luna, Khonshu and more felt something wrong happening as the Ghostwriter possessed the moon to speak.
When Duul Amon returned to the land of the living, the House of Life sent agents to the town, and Tucker Foley was immediately offered magic lessons. His is power over stone and steel, glass and gems, as well as an ear for the voices of machines. Between terrakinesis and technopathy, Tuckerâs limits with his staff became only what he understood about technology.
Then entire copies of the Ghost Boy (Prince? King?) appear, attacking him, manipulating him for the elder, but he lets her go free after heâs rescued? Truly fascinating. Psychopomps keep an eye on Elle wherever she goes - sheâs always very close to melting after all. The titan army also keep an eye on her, a powerful being both like and unlike the Gods, much the same as a Titan, Giant, or Monster.
Then the Reality Gauntlet is found by a mortal man, a rogue Magician, while the boy is busy trying to stop it and save the world, Lydia is keeping House of Life magicians and even Odinâs Ravens from finding Freakshow, so some Camp Jupiter heroes are being sent on a quest to deal with him. Then he gets the fucking gems and turns the world into a circus for 10 minutes.
Before the Boy tricks him, takes the Gauntlet, resets the world to before his identity was revealed to the world, (though perhaps not quite fooling the memories of Gods, who Are the world) and destroying the Gauntlet and gems in a single blast.
An artifact presumed by the Ghost Investigation Ward to be powerful enough to destroy the Infinite Realms, reduced to molten ash by one burst of power.
What to do about the young Phantom is a matter of discussion during the solstice meeting on Olympus. Hades is sent to investigate the boy and finds that he is a godling of Kaos Themself, which sparks yet further debate on what to do when Artemis goes missing.
But then the Son of Hades stumbled upon Elmerton and witnessed a duel between Gods firsthand.
Danny Phantom faced off against Vortex, the ghost of all weather and sky and storm gods who had faded over the millennia, all on his own. Even in defeat, Danny stole half of Vortexâs power, and less than a week later, he defeated the calamity that even two pantheons worth of gods could not.
The Titans would be horrible for humanity as a whole, and the Olympians were bad for half bloods as well. Danny Phantom, however, could be just what most half bloods were after. He needed training in mortal form, clearly, but that could be an angle for Nico to use.
#Sango Scribes#Mythic Phantom#Danny Phantom#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#DP x PJO#fanfiction#Danny Fenton#Tucker Foley#Nico Di Angelo#The Gods#Vortex
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I desperately need to organize my thoughts but if I donât get this out now I will forget it, so take some vague circular incoherent ramblings about Jason motherfucking Grace.
Jason Grace has this weird kind bluntness about him that I desperately need to study. Heâs so normal in a fucked up way. Almost regular. Almost an Average Kid. Brutally honest and kind and pragmatic. He wakes up on a bus with no memory, holding hands with a girl, and heâs immediately like âWhat the fuck. Who are you people. Where am I. Who am I?â Doesnât even try to play along to figure out whatâs happening.
One of the first things he says to Leo is âYouâre weird.â Just âYouâre weird.â
Jason is judgy as fuck!! Like!! Such a judgmental motherfucker!!! âIf Leo is his best friend, then his life is seriously messed up.â Like!!! What the fuck!!! Be nicer to the man you fall madly in love with!!!
He sees Mean Kid (monster) Dylan and immediately goes âfuck that dude.â (âJason hated him instantly.â) He even mentally makes fun of the guyâs outfit!!! And he roasts the shit out of Dylanâs fucking shiny ass teeth!! He sees two girls being mean to Piper and he literally, despite not knowing where he is or why heâs there, tries to fight them!! And Leo is the only thing holding him back from immediately throwing hands!!
Mr. âI canât even take Leo out for burgers bc heâll set the restaurant on fire.â After the 1 (one) time Leo gets too excited and bursts into flame. (Leo not being able to control his powers as a consequence of finally starting to use them after years of repression is something i WILL be talking about another time)
Jason is a judgy, brutally honest bitch. Like, heâs kind and good natured and strong. But years of being raised by wolves, strict deadly Romans, and being praetor have made him a little bit harsh. Rough around the edges. Just a bit off. This is the dude who was like âhm. Yeah I know Nicoâs ur boy but⊠world is ending. So.â Heâs been raised to be pragmatic. Make snap judgements. Be harsh. Be deadly. Like, reading his PoV is so different from the fandom characterization.
Jason is wittier, snappier, and wayyy more regular teenage boyish than I thought. He just has that Roman Demigod Edge to him⊠the part of him that was trained to scream âMONSTERS! MIST! MAGIC! DANGER!!!â even when he had no memory. I need to study this boy so badly. Heâs fucking fascinating.
Bc for all his judgement, he grows so quickly attached to people. Like, it doesnât take long for him to be fiercely loyal to Piper and Leo and Camp Halfblood. I think thatâs because they accepted and loved an imperfect him, and while Expectations were still there, expectations heâs been haunted by his whole life, theyâre lesser. Bc Piper and Leo donât know shit fuck about the mythical world. And the rest of the seven are just as strong and capable as Jason, so he has no need to lead. I donât know. Jason Grace drives me crazy. Marching to his destiny like a good little soldier. No other options for a son of Jupiter. Have to be strongest, have to be praetor, have to lead a legion-
He loves Nico like a best friend. He adores and admires Leoâs wit and talent and smarts, something that is mentioned a lot in his POV. (While also pointing out Leoâs bullshit.) He envies and admires Percyâs strength. He loves Piperâs brashness and heart. He loves them all. I donât know. Heâs quick to judge but heâs even quicker to change his mind. I forgot where I was going with this. Jason Grace has always been a hero at heart and a soldier since age 4 and I think thatâs why some people think heâs boring. Heâs trained to be serious and stuff. We donât get to see him goof around very much, except for with Leo, and Leo does most of the goofs. And I would love to know who Jason Grace, judgmental pragmatic kindhearted bitch, would be if he just got to be a regular teenager.
And I think thatâs why he loved camp Halfblood. It gave him half a chance at being half normal. Whatâs one more big three kid? Thereâs no strict orders or rules to follow or shape him there. But unfortunately, Jason, hero at heart, soldier since age 4, trained to be selfless, trained to give everything up for the greater good, was never going to get a happy ending. Never get a chance at what Percy Jackson found. Being a demigod kills people. And Jason was one from birth, to his very core.
I think part of him would be relieved, at that. Knowing that Percy Jackson, hero with a happy ending, is someone he will never be. Never overcome or surpass. Yeah, itâs the exact reason theyâre rivals, too similar to not be compared, yeah it hurts his pride and goes against everything he was raised to be, and yeah heâs had a few silent breakdowns over it, but thereâs relief in knowing heâd never win. Being in Percyâs shadow at Camp Halfblood means he can be out of the spotlight. Die a heroâs death while knowing there is no other option. Thereâs peace in that.
Anyway New Rome represents heteronormativity and Camp Halfblood is Jason figuring out heâs gay. I will not take criticism.
#Jason grace my boy#you desevered so much better than how Rick treated you#the fandom too#you were never boring baby#pjo hoo toa#toa spoilers#hoo#Jason Grace#character study#Jason Grace character study#jason grace angst#kind of#I love Jason grace#heroes of olympus#hoo spoilers
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heyy! I was wondering if you could do a hc for jason x daughter of Neptune like a beach date and it end with the Neptune girl having a full collection of shells and Jason taking care of her? If that makes sense?! đđ
beach day w my baby | headcanons
â jason grace x daughter of neptune!reader
â radiostar is playing: sunburn by almost mondayâŠ!
warnings: language, as usual I think. a/n: hey beautiful person how you're doing? ofc makes sense so put your sunglasses on girl, we're having a beach day!
Jason couldnât think of a better way to spend the day than taking you to the beach. Sure, it seemed a bit clichĂ© for a daughter of Neptune, but you couldnât deny that you missed being near the sea, especially when everyone at Camp Jupiter saw you as just a bad omen. Jason wished it could be like at Camp Half-Blood, where the kids of the Big Three were almost too respected.
You reached for his hand, and he put those thoughts aside. He wanted to focus on you today and have a good time.
For your day at the beach...
Jason carried the backpack with all the essentials, double-checking everything before you left:
- Sunscreen? Check. Maybe it didnât bother you or him, but he had to protect both of your skin.
- Towels to dry off? Check.
- An inflatable donut? It wasnât for you, it was for him. Heâs a good swimmer, but he wanted to relax too (which clearly didnât happen).
- And finally, a small net bag.
- water
- snacks
- a protector for his glasses
- a change of clothes for both.
Youâd probably drag him through the sand and play with him in the water. Jason held you tightly by the waist, and you smiled in that special way you only did when you were near the water... and him.
He was sweating from the heat and also because you made him nervous. How long have you been his girlfriend? He lost count (okay, he knows exactly, but itâs been long enough for him to be used to it).
Heâs a shrimp if he doesnât protect himself, but even with sunscreen, his face had pink spots.
You took him to a deeper spot with the help of an air bubble, showing him places he could never have seen without you.
Kissing underwater.
Putting sunscreen on each other. Jason always shyly asked when he got near places that might bother you with his hands.
When you were taking a break in the shade on your towels, he would direct a breeze toward you. No heatwave would threaten you.
He kept both of you hydrated.
Then you smiled and reached into the bag for the one thing you begged him to bring: your net bag. âBe right back,â you giggled anxiously and ran off before your boyfriend could say anything. Jason tried to stay put but ended up going with you.
âLook at this!â you squealed, holding up a shell to Jasonâs eye level. The comparison was clear because that shell was a shade of blue similar to his eyes. Jason framed the view with his hands.
âAre there shells that color?â You shrugged and tossed it into the net to keep searching until you had a big collection.
Tired, you sat at the edge of the shore, where the tide just touched your toes, and Jason mimicked you. He kissed your forehead and smiled warmly as the sun began to set.
You held the net up, admiring the diversity and beauty of something so simple, then hugged it to your chest, looking a bit sad.
âSomething wrong?â your boyfriend asked, noticing your heaviness and thinking you might have hurt yourself.
âNothing,â you said, standing up and shaking the sand off your legs. âIâm going to put them back where they belong.â
He found it strange. If youâd put so much effort into collecting them, why return them?
âIâm afraid my father will get mad at me for taking something so precious,â you explained, âor that guy Grover will chase me for damaging the ecosystem,â you added with a more genuine laugh.
So, Jason helped you spread out what you had collected. You didnât feel bad about doing the right thing; quite the opposite.
âAll set?â Jason called a few meters away, and you nodded. He noticed you were holding something in your hand and asked with his eyes.
You extended your hand, revealing the unusual shell with the same eye color as Jason. âI know my dad wonât be mad if I take just one,â you said, taking Jasonâs hand. He smiled and carried you bridal-style to the showers to wash off the sand.
#marĂa's shared dreamsâïœĄïŸâ§#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#pjo#jason grace headcanons#jason grace fic#jason grace fanfic#jason grace#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x you#jason grace x reader#jason grace x daughter of neptune!reader#hoo x reader#pjo x reader#jason grace blurb#jason grace headcanon
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knowin' that it probably isn't true -> cool about it [4]
in which: a son of jupiter can't remember the life he lost to time and circumstance. or the daughter of mercury he lost, too.
pairing: jason grace x daughter of mercury!roman!reader
warnings: cursing, angst, slight panic attack?
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a/n: how can this possibly be the final part. like what? also, it's been forever since I've read the ending go heroes of Olympus so I cannot for the life of me remember how canon accurate this is.
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There was one rule Jason was always willing to break.
For you, he had murmured into the side of your head, just above your ear, as he pulled you close the first night it had happened. You hadn't been able to help the roll of your watery, red-rimmed eyes. Or the skip of your heart.
Big declaration, Jase, you had fired back, pretending your voice wasn't shaking, that you hadn't made a much bigger declaration by seeking him out after curfew.
Leave it to the daughter of thieves to break and enter into the praetor's private room.
The first night it happened, you had gotten a rather stiff and formal letter from your mother, explaining why it was simply the better choice for you to stay at camp over the holidays. In front of everyone, you had kept it together.
Alone in your bunk, you broke down.
It was an easy decision, then, to go find Jason. A natural instinct, practically, was leading you through the bunkhouse on silent, swift feet despite the tears staining your face. When you had slipped into Jason's room, he had bolted awake.
You were prepared for a lecture. Instead, he just opened his arms.
So there was one rule that Jason Grace was willing to break.
Curfew.
You were careful not abuse your privilege, only searching him out when needed.
And right now, he was needed.
Your feet carried you soundlessly through the corridors, your heart hammering in your chest and bottom lip caught between your teeth, almost bloody with worry. The dream had been fast, uncontrollable, terrifying.
Not once had you ever bothered knocking on his door, and you didn't start now, twisting the knob and careful to only open it as much as you needed to slip through, because if you went any wider the hinges would squeak and Reyna could only overlook so much.
The sight of him, asleep in bed, hair tousled and face almost peaceful, was nearly enough to settle you. But then flashes of your dream came back, and you knew you needed more.
Easing the door shut, you made sure the latch clicked in place as silently as you could manage. The absolute last thing you needed was some nosy Lar floating by seeing you breaking the rules alongside Jason.
The teasing would never end.
Despite praetor's getting the privilege of having their own rooms, they remained in standard issue sized bunks. Which meant that you couldn't help but press against him as you climbed under the covers, body already half-hanging over the far edge. The movement of the mattress jostled him awake, like always, and he slowly blinked his tired eyes open.
You remained silent as he got his bearings, bottom lip caught between your teeth to keep from spilling out the gory details of your desperation to see him before he even realized what was happening.
He twisted, copying your position of laying on his side, one arm curled underneath his head to prop it up just slightly.
"Hey, you," Jason mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. He stretched slightly, using the movement to reach out and brush his thumb across your cheek, as if he was checking for tears he couldn't see in the dim room. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Sleeping was the problem," You shook your head, kicking your leg forwards under the blanket to knock against his, just the barest excuse to touch him and confirm he was real and alive and laying before you.
"Nightmare?" Like he ever needed to ask. So few things got you worked up enough to risk getting caught sneaking into his room.
"Mhm," You hummed, anyway, eyes tracing the barest outline of his face visible to you in the dark of the room. The moon provide some light through the window, but you had Jason's features memorized from the time you were fourteen.
"What was it about, this time?" He asked, and you wished you could hate him for the way he sounded genuinely concerned and like he wanted to know. The pounding in your heart as he knocked his leg forwards against yours, a mimic of your own actions seconds earlier, would be easier to deal with.
"You." Without cracking, you managed to force the word out at a volume barely audible in the otherwise silent room. Your stare was focused on his chin, because you couldn't meet his eyes as you confessed, and his nose was too close to his eyes, and looking at his lips made you want to do something incredibly stupid.
His chin was neutral territory, even if you wanted to kiss there, too.
"Me?" He sounded like he didn't understand, which you gave him grace for. Yes, your nightmare was about him, but not because of anything he did, so much as what happened to him. Not the first of its kind, but after the fight with Krios, it stung a little deeper.
"You went on a quest, without me, again." Your murmured, gaze still fixed on his chin. He stayed silent, knowing you better than you knew yourself, knowing that you needed him to wait for you to find the right words. "And... and you didn't come back to me, Jase, you had promised, but you didn'tâ"
Your shudder took you by surprise, eyes squeezed shut tight to try and fight the stinging quickly growing there, your lungs burning with the effort to contain your sobs. You tried all your usual tricks to keep from crying. Counting silently, deep breaths through your nose, hands squeezing into fists so tight your nails cut crescent shaped marks into the heel of your palms leaking the slightest bit of blood.
It didn't work. The image of a broken, ruined Jason returned to you at the edge of camp burned into your memory. You knew it had been a dream, that he hadn't actually died, but the thoughtâ
"This is stupid." You huffed, voice watery and tight and so incredibly pathetic you half expected Jason to strip you of your title of centurion. It was all so very un-Roman of you. "I'm too old to be crying over bad dreams."
"Hey," Jason murmured, voice gentle, and it worked in combination with his warm hands wrapping over yours to calm the tempest that was raging in your mind enough for you to open your eyes. His handsome face was twisted in concern, in understanding, and the tears welled up in your eyes all the bit faster. "I'd be a wreck, too, if I dreamt that I lost you."
Why can't he just say the words, you lamented bitterly in your mind. Why can't I say them, either?
"I hate crying." You managed to force out after a few beats of silence, broken only by your pitiful sniffles trying to keep the tears from finally falling down your cheeks and staining the pillow you shared with Jason.
"I know," His voice was soothing, gentle, and you let him manipulate your hand until he had your open palm splayed, pressed against his chest, his own covering the back of yours to keep you from pulling away. Not that you ever did anything but crawl impossibly closer to him each day.
You were Jason's and Jason was yours, but never in so many words.
"Feel that?" His quiet question startled you from your mind, the terrible sleep-created images replaying on a loop. Reyna apologizing for not protecting him, the weight of his golden coin pressing heavily into the center of your palm.
You're the only one he would have wanted to have that, Reyna had said in your dream when she handed off the magic weapon. And if something ever really did happen to him, you couldn't help but morbidly think that he really would want you to have itâ
"Don't leave me here, now." Jason, real Jason, the one living and breathing and holding your hand against his chestâright over his heart, you realized with the sudden jolt. The beat was steady under the tips of your fingers, and you closed your eyes to focus on the rhythm, to try and match your shallow breaths to his deep and even ones. "There. Welcome back, solider."
"We can't be soldiers right now." You shook your head, eyes still shut but voice almost back to normal. And though you knew Jason didn't understand it, he didn't question.
You couldn't be solders. You couldn't be only little heroes destined to fight and bleed and die at the whim of others, of gods with self-imposed rules keeping them from helping their own children. Being soldiers had been what had ruined your dream, that had sent you racing through the dark to find him. Soldiers weren't lovers. Soldiers didn't hold each other.
Jason was trained to be a soldier. But maybe, with you, he could learn to be other things.
"Thank you," You murmured, voice almost silent as you peaked open your eyes. You had known Jason had moved closer to you, had heard his cheek brushing against the pillow you shared and felt the heat from his skin warm yours, but you hadn't anticipated the blow to your chest you received when you opened your eyes and found him close enough to taste, if you had been born into a braver body.
"After my little stunt on the War Games field with Damien last week? I figured I owed you." He teased, and the absurdity of Jason Grace finding it in himself to make such a casual joke after you had climbed into his bed mid-panic attack had a lopsided grin work its way onto your face.
"Shut up." You wanted to lean forward and press your lips against his skin, but you held back. You always held back, but only when it came to Jason. Most of your bunkmates had vocalized that they wished you had the capacity to control yourself more. "How many times have you kept me out of the brig?"
"Fair point," He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and reminding you that your palm was still pressed against the cotton of his sleep shirt.
As much as it pained you, you slipped your hand out of his, but something took control of you and changed direction. Originally, you had planned on tucking your fist underneath your own chin, cocooning yourself in your own arms and trying to justify staying a little bit longer.
What ended up happening was your hand falling to rest on Jason's cheek, thumb brushing over the pearly white line of his scar. The tips of your fingers tingled, might have even shook, as they touched his lips.
All the humor was sucked from the room with your gentle declaration of such intimacy. Sure, you and Jason had long since passed through each other's barriers of personal space. Neither one of you exactly had nurturing childhoods and found relentless comfort in the other.
Touch starved, someone had once explained it as. Two people making up for lost time and a need to feel loved and held. Jason was the only one you let into your space, and as far as you knew you were the only one Jason wrapped himself around. The thought of him locking pinkies with someone besides you made you queasy and tossed you back into the moment, your palm on his cheek and his eyes on yours.
It was almost too much. You hoped he couldn't hear your heart hammering in your chest, feeling as if it was about to burst with how much you loved him.
You loved everything about him. From his smiles to his dedication and his innocent charm. To the way he fought like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, because it did, and how he let you break the rules in his bed because he knew you better than you could ever hope to know yourself, sometimes.
"I bet it was a wolf bite." You murmured into the quiet, words tumbling past your lips before you could even think of what you were saying.
"Hm?" He must not have expected your words, because he hummed questioningly, sounding half-distracted but your touch lingering on his skin. The idea of distracting Jason Grace made you smile. It felt like an achievement.
"Your scar," You clarified, still tracing it with the pad of your thumb. his skin was warm and soft and it helped ease your remaining nerves to hold him so gently after the gruesome horror show of your nightmare. "I bet it was a wolf bite."
Jason grinned, then. Wide and bright and if you hadn't seen him call down lightning personally, you would have thought Phoebus Apollo was his father from how much blinding sunshine radiated from him, even in the middle of the night, half-asleep.
"If Lupa bit me, I don't think the scar would be so small." He teased, knocking his forehead into yours gently. You snorted, closing your eyes as you leaned closer to him, trying to remain casual as his nose brushed against yours.
"Still, it's a good story." You hummed, shrugged slightly. Jason huffed a laugh, and you felt his breath on your skin, on your lips.
"Yeah, it's a good story." He agreed quietly, his own hand reaching up to hold your face, mimicking your position with a gentleness that made you question if you should ruin the only gentle thing to ever embrace you by slotting your mouth over his, over every inch of his face.
Instead, you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, holding him as close as you could without being greedy.
You knew you'd have to leave soon, or else risk getting caught, and you couldn't do that to Jason.
But you let yourself have a few minutes. You never knew how many you'd ever have with him.
It was peaceful, if only for a moment.
It had only been war, for hours.
Your voice was shredded raw from shouting orders, rallying troops, keeping Romans from turning on Greeks like Octavian had wanted.
It was the final battle, you knew. The air tasted of it, of that heavy weight that came with saving the world. You had felt it when you had gone into battle against Krios to keep the Titans from rising, and you were sick with it, now.
This time, you didn't have Jason by your side, covering your weaknesses while you watched his. You didn't even have Reyna, anymore.
I need you to stay here, Reyna had ordered you when you had argued your case for joining her on her quest to the Ancient Lands after Jason and the others. Your desperation to accompany her went beyond a bone-deep ache to see Jason again; you were going absolutely crazy sitting around at the Roman encampments surrounding the Greek demigod camp, waiting for a battle you were certain shouldn't be taking place.
If I stay here, I'm going to kill Octavian. Or he'll get someone to kill me, you countered, and two weeks earlier you could have played it off as a joke. But Octavian had become drunk on power, had appointed himself to a rank higher than praetor, and was absolutely gunning for a reason to get rid of you, one way or another.
Don't let him, Reyna had said, as if it was ever that simple. I need someone here that I can trust. Jason needs you here, too.
Your frown had deepened, no matter how impossible it had seemed.
That was a low blow, you mumbled, pissed off and exhausted, only getting more pissed off and exhausted by your own shitty attitude.
Reyna had grimaced, but did you the favor of not pointing out that it had worked. You had stayed behind, had remained with your soldiers and dodged Octavian as much as you could, knowing how very weak the leash you held your anger on was. He was looking for any excuse to put you on trial. You couldn't give him one.
But that didn't mean you didn't do everything in your power to undermine Octavian's control.
The fighting that soon followed was inevitable.
You had known from the start that it was either going to be against the Greeks or the monsters, depending on how successful Jason and his new group of friends were. If they got back in time to unify the camps like Annabeth had promised Reyna they would, then the monsters would be feasible to take on.
But Octavian started the war early. Started against the Greeks, then was forced to split forces when the monsters began their assault, too.
The groundwork you had laid against Octavian was almost unnecessary as he doomed the Romans to fight an exhausting and expensive battle they could never win. It had been almost too easy for you to take control, to knock Octavian out with a single punch and order Roman troops to fight alongside the Greeks, to use them as another weapon against the monsters.
Defend their camp as if it is our own!, you had shouted through the roar of battle, perched on the highest point you could findâan upturned chariot. The fighting had paused at your words, Greeks and Romans alike trying to see which way the attacking army would sway.
One girl on the Greek side of the fight gave orders to her soldiers not to attack your Romans, just as the daughter of Ares had promised on the few nights you had snuck into her camp to discuss that very moment.
Clarisse La Rue had been all too willing to talk war with you, double agent against Octavian, you were.
Reyna and Nico arriving with the Athena Parthenos had only sealed the deal, but even with Greek and Roman forces combined the never-ending monster army was a force to be reckoned with. Gaea herself was even pulling you in, feet sucked into the earth to tire you out faster with each step.
By the time the flying trireme arrived, your exhaustion was bone deep and felt like the only substantial thing in your life.
It was a blur, from then on. Fighting still raged. Screams still tore through the air. Battle continued and stole and ached.
Then came the explosion.
One minute you were fighting for your life, prepared to enter into the next one, and then suddenly the world had stilled around you. Whatever monsters weren't falling under the swords and arrows of demigod heroes had turned and ran, and it was almost jarring how silent the battlefield got.
Or maybe you were just too tired to process any sound. You thought you could see Reyna's mouth moving, a few dozen feet in front of you, but all you heard was a low buzzing, the thrumming of your heart, as you searched the carnage.
You weren't sure if the Romans stopped to gawk at you because you were stumbling through the mess or because you were, against all odds, still standing. You had been on the front lines from the start, had led wave after wave of assault.
By all accounts, you should have been lost to the fight. But you never gave up all that easily.
You knew there still were a million and six things that remained to do before darkness fell. First and most important to you was organizing your legion, taking count of who had survived the battle. Mourning walked hand in hand with victory, and you were well acquainted with the pair.
Except, you only made it ten steps before you saw him.
Jason Grace had completely forgotten you. Despite his promises, his sweet words and even sweeter touches, he had forgotten you and all that you meant to him. He didn't know how he used to pinch your arm to keep you awake in your more boring classes. He didn't know that he used to swap plates with you at least once a week because you regretted what the Mess Hall sprites had brought you.
He didn't know how he brushed his hands through your hair when you got worked up, and he didn't remember what the touch of your skin on his felt like.
But he was heading straight towards you, as if the destruction around him could wait and all that mattered was you.
It was enough to root you to your spot. With shaking, brutalized fingers you took off your helmet. You meant to hold it under your arm against your hip, but suddenly Jason was within five feet of you with the most determined stare, and you barely registered it dropping to the ground.
You had counted the days since you had last seen him in Charleston. It had been too long and not long enough, because no matter how much you loved Jason with every inch of your being, it also hurt too great to have him in front of you and know he didn't remember how gently he had once used his thumbs to smooth the worry lines from between your knitted brows.
"Soldierâ" You started, desperate to take control of the conversation, but he was speaking over you before you even finished the second syllable.
"It's not a wolf bite." His words were firm, almost pleading. But they were also so unexpected, so out of place, you jolted back half a step. He quickly made up for the space you tried putting between you both, halting only a few scant inches from the exhausted lines of your body.
"What?" You managed to gape, chin tilted to look up at him, face twisted in grief and confusion and hope so dangerous you contemplated the blow to your reputation if you turned and ran.
"The scar. Not a wolf bite." He clarified, and it took nearly everything in you to tear your stare from his to drag down his face and find the beloved mark on the corner of his lips, right where it had been since the moment you had met him. You had felt that bit of raised skin underneath the pad of your thumb more times than what could have been considered as just friendly, had made up stories for its existence just to distract yourself. "When I was two, I tried to eat a stapler."
"Jason," The sound that left your lips could almost have been mistaken for a laugh, if someone only plugged their ears and closed their eyes. It was a haunted, aching, desperate sound, mixed with a short exhale that had Jason leaning even closer to you, somehow.
"I just thought you'd want to know." He murmured, and you weren't sure if the warmth burning your skin was from the exertion of battle, the rays of sun beating against your cheek, or the intensity of Jason's stare on you.
Familiar. He looked... familiar. Maybe a little Greek, but he was still Roman. Still an unwavering force, one that had defeated a Titan and still had enough power to tear down his seat of power in search for your battered body, almost lost to the rubble.
He looked like he knew you.
"You⊠you remember?" Fingers curled into fists at your side, almost buzzing with emotions you could barely even begin to decipher. Everything was a knot inside of you; thoughts, feelings, strength. You'd given everything on the battlefield, but you had been running on fumes from the moment Jason had been stolen from you. It was nothing short of a miracle that you were still standing.
"I do, now." His nod sent a shuddering gasp through you, but still you couldn't get yourself to lift a hand out and reach him. You had already had this dreamâthis nightmareâso many times. What happened next would likely be his dismissing you. Or worseâyou would wake up.
But Jason moved first, one hand you knew like your own raising to wipe a spot of grime off you cheek before cradling your head gently. It was all the permission you needed before your own hands notched under the sides of his armor, a familiar movement always used to tug him closer to you. Metal clanged together as his chest plate hit against yours, and though you suddenly loathed the equipment that had saved your life more times than you felt you deserved, you couldn't let go of Jason long enough to free yourself from it. That part would have to wait.
"Got hit on the head a few times, talked to a couple of gods. It all helped the pieces fall back together." He explained, and you pressed your knuckles into his sides as a silent reprimand for making fun of himself getting hurt. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision of Jason, and you bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. A reprimand for yourself, too. "I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, Jase." You would have shaken your head, but you didn't want to move out of his hold for a second, and instead pressed your cheek tighter against his palm still holding the side of your jaw.
He looked ready to argue, but you flashed him a glare so fierce he thought better of it. You had been living in anger and fear for months. Having Jason back already helped, but it would take more than a few minutes for you to right yourself.
And you still stood on the battlefield.
"I remember that last argument we had." He knocked you back to reality in the gentle way only he ever knew how to do with you. Out of shame, you ducked your gaze to the ground, but he didn't let you hide. With the hand that wasn't on your jaw, thumb brushing reassuring strokes over your cheek, he held your nearly quivering chin between his index and his thumb. The way he tilted your head up to meet his stare was tender, but that had never been a question when it came to him. "Where I said there was nothing for us to do but be soldiers."
"Yeah," You were pretty sure you were speaking, but you couldn't focus on anything over the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears or the beautiful burn of his skin against yours.
"I was wrong." He admitted, but you knew what those words meant just the same as he knew that you would understand. "I remembered fragments of you. The sound of your laugh. How your hair shone in the summer sun."
"Sounds like you might be in love, or something." You tried for teasing but sounded like you had just been hit by a bus. Jason had only been back for a few scarce minutes and already was bulldozing you with his sweet words. If he hadn't just disappeared on you for upwards of seven months and came back to save the world, you would have threatened to kick his ass for disorientating you so much so quickly.
"Oh, I am." He grinned a little nervously, a little lopsided, and you couldn't wait any longer.
You moved first, hands darting from the sides of his armor to the sides of his face, palms flat against his skin as you tugged his head down you meet you while you pushed yourself up on your tip-toes to meet him halfway.
Kissing Jason was as inevitable as it was all-consuming. You had played dumb with Dakota whenever he brought it up, but deep down you had always belonged to Jason Grace, and he to you, from the moment he broke the rules to sit with you in that small, restricted stretch of grass when you were ten years old.
Your fingers knotted into the hair on the back of his head, grown out just enough during his time with the Greeks. You thought it suited him, and it was soft under your touch, and you mentally made a note to plead with him later to leave it alone. From the way he was kissing you like he would starve if he didn't, you had a feeling he'd agree easily.
He was warm and sweet and tasted like mint. He was everything you had imagined, everything you had never once dared to hope for. Strong hands and gentle touches, unyielding intelligence and unwavering kindness.
He was everything. Your everything.
Despite the weight of Jason's mouth on yours, you still were dimly aware of where you stood. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, and no matter how close you pressed against Jason, you couldn't hide from the fact that you were a centurion and your legion needed you.
You had been left by almost everyone in your life, but never had letting someone go been as painful as it was to step back from Jason long enough to catch your breath and clear the fog from your mind that was a direct reaction to his touch.
"I've got toâ" You shuddered, voice catching, but Jason nodded, knowing what you meant. Knowing you, knowing your mind, always. You almost shivered again at the reminder that he remembered. He knew what you were going to say, but you forced yourself to finish your thought so you could convince yourself it was real. "I've got to find my legion. Count survivors. Take stock of injuries. We've beenâwe've been fighting for hours."
You didn't want to leave him. You never had wanted to before, but after he had been stolen from you for so long? Now that he had confessed his love and kissed you like his life depended on it?
Now you were worried that the next time he left your side, he'd disappear again, no matter how unwillingly he went.
"Okay," Jason smoothed his thumbs across your cheeks, face ducked low towards yours as your hands fell to wrap loosely around his wrists, desperate to hold him in anyway you could. "Okay. We can do that."
"We?" You questioned, then immediately felt stupid for doing so. Of course, he meant we. It had always been the two of you against the world, and he had just gotten his memories of you back. There was no way he would let you out of his sight so soon.
"You told me the day we met that there was no getting rid of you." Jason reminded you, as if you could ever forget meeting him, as if the gods themselves had been able to keep him from remembering you. "I'm holding you to that promise."
Words failed you, but the way you surged forward to press your mouth to his in a quick, urgent kiss that you had dreamed about sharing with him for years, didn't.
"Just for the record, I love you too." You offered an exhausted imitation of a smile as you pulled away, finally dropping your touch from him. Because maybe you had Jason back, but you still weren't sure how many of your soldiers had been lost. Mourning and victory, always a solemn pair.
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but someone called out your name, and the edge of desperation and worry in their voice cut through you like a knife. And Jason remembered you, knew you, and saw everything written on your face.
"We'll figure out this mess together." He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip before nudging your shoulder in the direction the voice had come from. "Lead the way, Centurion."
Your stomach was still in knots, so you pressed your lips into a firm line. But Jason was a warm strength at your back, and he kept his promise of together, and followed you dutifully.
War took and took, but sometimes it gave.
Jason, your Jason, was back. And maybe there were still a million questions to answer, boundaries to fix and homes to rebuild, but you knew Jason would be by your side through it all.
An unwavering force behind your relentless dedication.
War took and took, but things would be okay.
Things would be okay.
a/n: im allergic to sad endings (jk I just can't write them they always feel unfinished when I try) also this took me forever bc I was so incredibly worried that the finale would flop but I kinda love this so im just gonna full send
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