#jason grace hoo

[poppitron360]

I love the Lost Trio bc you’ve got Piper, who grew up with immense wealth and fame and could have everything she ever wanted, Jason, who was revered for his parentage, looked up to and respected as a leader and even raised aloft on a golden shield and proclaimed Praetor, and then you’ve got Leo, who lived under a bridge and had to fight off racoons for leftovers in dumpsters.

[digitallovergirl]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 I CAN'T MOVE ON, BABY DOLL... J. GRACE HEADCANONS.

so, I did say I wouldn't write for the pjo fandom anymore, but this was requested by @sweetamaranthine and who am I to deny such a nicely asked request?

DATING‎ JASON GRACE. ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The first word that pops into my head when I think about dating Jason Grace is chivalrous. Opening the door for you, the sidewalk rule, covering the edges of desks and tables so you don't get hurt—they're practically reflexes at this point.

He's also really big on gift giving. He'll spend hours of his time making you something, accidentally gluing his fingers together and all just to see you cheesing about it.

↳ adding on to this, Jason is definitely a letter writer. At times, he teeters on the edge of being a poet with how deep his letters get. (Funny enough, I feel like he'd learn new words to add into his letters and leave a little dictionary at the bottom)

Being around you causes a permanent smile on his face. He's always laughing at the jokes you make, even when he doesn't exactly understand the joke, he'll purposely make a "funny" confused face to make you life

In general, Jason likes being around you. After getting stripped of his memories by Hera, he craves the moments you spend together. You could just be reading a book, and as long you're near each other, he's content.

on occasion, he'll come over to your cabin and tell you a few of fun facts he learned.

"Did you know your brain is the fastest organ in your body?" Jason asked, sitting down next to you. You blinked, placing your book face down. "No, how so?" "The brain is made of 60% of fat, most of that fat being used to help the brain function. That's why people are recommended to eat foods with omega-3s because that fuel said fats. You nodded along. "Do you have any other fun facts to tell me?" Jason shook his head. "No. Well, I did read that—"

Despite popular belief, I feel like Jason isn't good with kids? I feel like Jason is okay with kids over the age of seven, but interacting with kids younger than that (especially your siblings,) is a very hit or miss situation.

↳ When you two first started dating, you tried to introduce him to one of your younger siblings and the kid ended up hiding behind you in fear?? 😭 they eventually warmed up to him, but it took a while.

Before he ends up going back to Rome, he tries to convince you to come with him. It wasn't really an argument, more like a desperate conversation. He held off going to Camp Jupiter for days to just spend time with you.

He planned something for each day---from attempts at baking, playing hide and seek in the camp's library, to spending your last night together guessing constellations in the sky.

The letters didn't stop once he got to Rome. Even when he was on the Argo II, he would risk getting caught just to send a message to you. He'll even grab little souvenirs to send with the notes, as well.

To him, the distance between you was nothing more than the cause of the war, an obstacle Jason would always find his way over.

[oliveoilisedible]

Percy Jackson in SoN really said he lost all his memories except for

1. There’s a girl I know

2. She has a smile, I think

And somehow that was all he needed to know?? The vague outline of Annabeth’s smile was literally all he needed to know he was wifed up and I love that so much

[stardust-poet]

Tumblr really is just filled with Jason grace stans

[fatedpluto]

'I'm dying!' 'No. You're not.'

Jason Grace x Dramatic!Sick!Male Reader

warnings/tags: wrote this at midnight with a headache, as mentioned previously, am currently unsure if it's coherent. 'princess' used as a teasing nickname. pre-established relationship. summary: you are very sick. you are very dramatic. luckily, Jason doesn't mind. pov: 2nd person

a/n: Surrrprise shawttyyy. This might not be coherent. I have been ran over by a car made not of metal but of plague. Ow. What they say about men acting like they are a sickly Victorian child when they are ill is true. Can confirm. It's not the plague I think, I checked my lymph nodes. Also decided I'd start making my blog look pretty.

Usually dramatic, even when you weren't running a ridiculous fever, your regular behaviour seemed underwhelming compared to how you were acting in the infirmary. Laying in a cot, dazed and confused, your lunch threatening an encore as you fought the sick back into your stomach, you could be on Broadway with the dramaturgy you displayed.

Not only had you covered your shivering limbs with a comfortable hoodie, but you'd also robbed Jason of his to combat the cold that had spread itself through your forehead, shoulders, back, stomach, arms, legs-- everywhere. You were cold everywhere. Unfortunately, you were shoving off layers of fabric only moments later, heat overwhelming you.

Will had tended to you, taking your temperature with a worried and impatient Jason holding your hand in his pale, calloused touch, squeezing it tight as he waited for the worst. As you'd been wailing and groaning of plague overwhelming you, he'd expected it to be bad. You had decided it must be something old-fashioned that your immune system didn't stand a chance against. Scarlet fever, bubonic plague, something along those lines.

A cold. Jason had thought he'd misheard Will when he said it. "A cold..?" Jason had asked skeptically, looking back at you, who had been tugging on Jason's shirt, getting him to sit by your side on the ground so you could be closer to his level. As much as the cement floor wasn't kind on his rear, he sat anyway. looking back up at Will, who seemed to be in a good mood.

He knew Nico was dating Will Solace, so he considered for a moment maybe this was the healer's way of making a very messed up joke, mirroring his boyfriend's humour. However, Will looked back down at his clipboard and that sunny smile remained on his face, "he'll be better in a day or two when it passes, no need for nectar or ambrosia," he'd responded, Jason's disbelief visible on his face. You couldn't believe it either, but that look of sickly disgust couldn't be washed away by simple shock.

You really couldn't believe it. You would die to a simple cold?! Or at least, now you were convinced you were.

Jason felt relief wash over him as he processed Will's words. It was just a cold. His boyfriend was perfectly fine. Warm breath hit your forehead, now cold as your temperature shifted and you reached back for the collection of previously discarded hoodies. Jason took your free hand and kissed it as you slid the hoodies back over your head and rugged up to fight the illusory frost your fever had wracked through you.

Your boyfriend chuckled, before beaming, his worry washing away, bringing your hand back to his lips to kiss it again. Your pointer finger flicked out to trace the scar on his lip, and he kissed it, so very happy that you were okay. "Nothing serious.." he sighed, closing his eyes to process the wonderful news, a smile gracing (haha, get it?) his handsome features.

However, you were stubborn and sick, and in the haze of illness, refusal seemed like the only option for this diagnosis. "Jason," you gasped out, breathing theatrically laboured as you acted like you were on your deathbed, "I'm sorry," your words caused his eyebrows to knit in confusion.

He felt for a moment you might be trying to apologise for worrying him so much when it was just a cold (you'd do that later, when you were alive and well and this cold very clearly did not kill you), but before he could tell you it was okay, that as your boyfriend it was his job to worry, you'd extended your arm, pointer finger pushing against his lips, shushing him. You were.. shushing him?

"So many battles.. and this is what takes me," oh brother, "you were brave, Jason Grace, so brave. I'm sorry, but I have one last request," he gasped out, and Jason bit his lip to hold back an amused smile, a little in disbelief at the dramatic act. "When it's time.. go. Away from here. Don't watch, my love, spare yourself the view," you recoiled your extended finger and peeled the hoodies back off as the heat engulfed you again.

"You're not dying--"

"Please, grant me a request before I go," you began to fan yourself theatrically, acting as if this was some cheesy old movie in black and white with doomed love interests and fancy words, "fetch me soup," you begged.

"Yes, princess," Jason responded sarcastically, his expression returning to neutrality, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he stood up, heading to the kitchens, looking back at your striking appearance before turning to leave the infirmary.

Unfortunately for you, the camp didn't serve any kind of soup in the middle of summer, so Jason opted to grab himself a pear instead, cutting it up and shoving the slices into a little zip-lock bag so he could eat it on the way back to the infirmary to break the unfortunate news. A part of him dreaded it, bracing himself to meet more whining and theatrics.

There were no theatrics. There was not a complaint from your lips, because when Jason returned to the infirmary, you were cuddled up in your cot fast asleep. Returning to your side, he looked over you, admiring your elegance, the peaceful look of your dignified face making his heart skip a beat. He leaned down to get a better look, but your hand had instead reached up in your feverish slumber to grab his nose.

The Roman shaped nose in your grasp, he looked surprised, before letting out a soft chuckle, so soft, as not to wake you. His glasses slid down to meet your hand, causing your to groan, but not wake. Jason continued to lean down and kissed your cheek, fixing your hair a little before pulling back.

He spoke in a whisper,

"Goodnight, darling,"

You woke up the next morning feeling fine.

997 words

[wanderingmind867]

Jason Grace is sometimes jokingly called Superman in the Heroes of Olympus books. But I do see some similarities between the two of them. And considering I absolutely love both of them, any similarities can only be a good thing. Jason and suowrkan are both great characters. Honourable, kind, heroic, they're amazing. I know the few references Rick Riordan made between the two of them were probably made in jest, but I still really love both of them. There's just something about both of them that I really can love and appreciate.

[lotuez]

[8:29]

being jason grace’s s/o, you know about his love of wolf; so everytime you see a wolf related item somewhere it reminds you of him immediately…

[nockstormbringer]

Of Darkness & Lightning || Jason Grace

Synopsis → Jason Grace in a relationship with a child of Nyx.

Warnings → Almost drowning, reader lowkey being a stalker, mention of Zeus and Hera. Yes, they are their own warning.

A/n → My friend is sitting next to me and requesting that I write cars having sex. He read that and gave a thumbs up. Also, this is a request, but they had four prompts so this is like prompt one.

Word Count → 1357

↳ I can imagine you two meeting while he's at Camp Half Blood, after he's just gotten back from his quest with Leo and Piper. 

↳ He’s heading back to Cabin 1, ready for another night of sleeping on the window ledge, the only place in the cabin in which the statue couldn’t stare at him.

↳ When he walks past one of the newer cabins, he spots its singular resident sitting on the porch, messing around with something he couldn't see.

↳ He shrugs it off but keeps walking, looking out for the harpies as it was getting close to the curfew.

↳ Soon enough, he notices the same demigod sitting swinging on the Aphrodite porch swing, a book in hand.

↳ He slows his pace, taking in the view before speeding his walk up and attempting to ignore the figure hanging out where they probably shouldn't be and logically shouldn’t be at.

↳ He passes the Poseidon cabin, approaching his own, when the same person from the previous weird incidences walks down his porch, past him and shoulder checks him.

↳ He's confused. That shouldn't be possible. He can’t have seen the same person three times…

↳ Was it a set of triplets messing with him? Was Hera messing with his mind again, and making him see things not actually there?

↳ He ignores it for the night, too tired to question much else as he walks into his cabin.

↳ For whatever reason, his instincts are telling him to be wary of the figure. Why? That part, he doesn’t get.

↳ After several more incidents like this, he somewhat figures out what's going on, after having asked around a bit. 

↳ He catches you off guard one day, while you're swimming alone.

“Do you happen to be stalking me because of who our parents are?”

↳ Is what he wanted to ask, but a ball flying at his head knocks him off the deck and into the water, scaring you at the sudden splash right behind you.

↳ Bro can’t not get a head injury for a week.

↳ He isn't knocked unconscious, just ends up with a headache, but that doesn't change the sudden shock of him suddenly being in the infirmary, still drenched with water.

“How did we get here?”

↳ He's sputtering, water dripping down his face as he sits up properly.

“You still haven't figured that part out? Thought you were Zeus’ pride and joy or whatever.”

↳ Ensues long ass conversation of what the whole purpose of you basically stalking him was.

↳ Thinks it's one of the weirder conversations he’s had.

↳ But this leads to a very odd friendship between you two.

↳ As friends, you both work well together, training with each other on occasion.

↳ He doesn’t like using his powers on you, seeing as its lightning and that shit can kill people, but you constantly use yours against him. Sneaking up behind him, suddenly disappearing when you two are talking. Just general shadow travel to mess with the boy.

↳ I bet once during training, you disappeared in the shadows while he was swinging his sword, reappeared behind him and kicked him in the back of the legs.

↳ His brain basically froze, he did NOT know how to react to that. No one’s ever done that to him so it was a first.

↳ He thinks the way you use your powers while training is super interesting.

↳ After a certain point, he constantly feels warm around you. He doesn’t feel like he needs to try around you, like he doesn’t have to be the Demigod son of Zeus or Hera's champion. Just Jason.

↳ On several occasions, you’ve joined Jason when he’s hanging out with the Lost Trio. Leos’ quite flirty, though backs off when he sees Jason glowering from where he stands (which is right next to you).

↳ Piper clocks in and IMMEDIATELY knows that he’s caught feelings.

↳ She decides to help out, by cornering him and integrating him. Truthfully, he hadn’t actually been fully aware of his feelings. He knew something was going on, he just hadn’t figured it would be romantic feelings.

↳ Piper, in a very kind gesture, sets you two up on a date. 3 times.

↳ Jason’s hopeless.

↳ During the 3rd date, which by this point, you’ve figured it all out pretty much (with a few pointers from Piper), and you just mess with him.

↳ Grabbing his hand, and intertwining your fingers, messing with his hair, kissing his hands and cheeks, referring to him as your boyfriend when you guys go to the camp store.

↳ Just generally bullying him. For fun of course.<3

↳ When he walks you back to your cabin after the date, he tries to give you a kiss, but you stop him.

“I don’t kiss people who I’m not dating. With that said, I really do want to kiss you.”

↳ I fear you may only be so confident because you know he likes you.

“Can I be your boyfriend then?”

↳ He’s trying so hard to play cool, but his heart is hammering out of his chest and he fears you can hear it too.

↳ Anyway, y’all have a kissy and now you’re dating. :33

↳ Oh my god, finally that took forever.

↳ I feel like you make him nervous, not the same way Nyx scares Zeus, but in a sense, similarly.

↳ At a constant, his heart beats rapidly, he stumbles over his words, he bounces his leg, he fidgets.

↳ He definitely rubs circles into your hand when you hold hands. He might be nervous but he still wants to be a source of comfort.

↳ Super protective, like, bros a watchdog.

↳ You both get scary dog privileges from each other. Like, people fear both you and Jason, although for somewhat different reasons. Jason, as he is a Roman demigod and is the son of Zeus, and you are the demigod kid of Nyx, the only one who truly scared the king of gods.

↳ Jason’s big on communication, constantly asking your opinion of what he should do that day, like maybe practicing his archery, his arts n’ crafts skills, or skip all the activities and sneak off with you.

↳ A lot of your guys’ dates consist of walking along the perimeter of camp, helping Leo with his ship and forcing him and Piper to 3rd wheel, as wheel as sneaking away from camp and doing normal teenage things on occasion, you’ll drag the rest of the Lost Trio, which isn’t the worse thing cause they amuse you.

↳ He prefers sleeping in your cabin, as it's nowhere near as disturbing as the statue of his father constantly staring at him and he's not as lonely, seeing as he shares the cabin with you, and your half siblings.

↳ When cuddling, he likes holding you against him, whether your back,side or chest is pressed against him, he hugs you close, which in turn keeps you warm and feeling secure.

↳ Jason wakes up before you, as his natural clock is permanently set before the average human is awake and thus watches you sleep. Sometimes, he traces your features with a finger, pushing the hair away from your face and lightly kisses you from your nose, to your shoulders, to the top of your hair.

↳ Neither of you ever have money except for drachmas, but that doesn’t work as a currency in the mortal world, so instead of buying flowers or anything for you, he hand picks flowers (with help from the Demeter kids) and makes you stuff during Arts n’ Crafts.

↳ He’s made some stuff like a “Jar of Words of Affirmation,” a scrapbook of things the two have done over the period of your relationship and just general things about the two of you, and many origami roses.

↳ Origami roses are so cool, I love them. I always make them for valentines day cause I never have money to buy things for people.

↳ I digress though, but Jason always protects you in combat, just as much as he would anyone else, but if he could have it his way, he’d fight all of your battles.

↳ Jason overall is the epitome of a perfect boyfriend, with how he loves you and shows you he loves you. <3

[i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated]

not to make an absolutely terrible ACCIDENTAL pun but jason grace is my roman empire

[jasongracesluvr]

some valgrace doodles because I love them and they’re always on my mind <3

yes Jason is feeding Leo a Dino nugget

[makaylaloves-words]

Feral

Drabble about Jason Grace and his wolfish habits.

pairing: jason grace x fem!reader

TW: Slight mentions of abandonment, wolf stuff obvi, biting, mention of blood

Jason is not a normal demigod, not that there is a normal between the half blood kids.

He was abandoned at three, raised by wolves, forced to be a child soldier, and then lost his memory.

Overtime, as you learned more about his past, his… quirks, made more sense.

Like the wolf stuff.

Jason’s extremely affectionate. Even to people he doesn’t fully know. He kissed Percy on the lips when him and Annabeth got back from Tartarus, and when you looked baffled, he sheepishly explained licking the inside of another’s mouth is normal for wolves. That didn’t help much. Percy teases him about it to this day.

After that incident, he’s been trying to stop his wolf habits. Sadly, it’s really difficult when it comes to you.

Every time your kiss was more than a peck, he would end up biting you. Not even on purpose, or that hard, just tugging at your lips with his sharpened teeth. He doesn’t even notice until you pull back tasting copper.

He is the least picky eater you’ll ever meet. From the ages 3 to 7 he was mainly eating barely cooked meat and things he could scavenge. He doesn’t understand have you could not eat food you were given. Food is a luxury, he defends. This means he’s not the best cook in the world but he’ll never turn down something you make. Ever.

Grooming is a form of affection for wolves and you best believe he will be insisting on helping you. Brushing or braiding your hair? he’s on it. Take off your makeup? boy is giddy.

He’s a huge cuddler, like a big puppy constantly wanting to be curled around you. He’s large too so it’s not hard. Not that you mind.

But all this wolf stuff is giving you omegaverse flashbacks.

[poppitron360]

I see your “Jason sleeps on top of Leo so he can’t move” hc and I raise you “Leo curls up on Jason’s chest like a lil’ kitty and he’s so small Jason barely registers his weight.”

[digitallovergirl]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ I HEARD PRETTY LOVE SONGS... J. GRACE x BAKER! READER

i'm still surprised of how well the reception on my comeback was, especially since I was high-key done with the fandom 😭.. but, I wanted to show my appreciation by making another! <3

YOU HUMMED, flipping the "open" sign over. As much as you like making pastries, you always treasured the shorter days. The ones with fewer customers and the lovely silence filled your ears. For a few months, you've been living your childhood dream—owning a (semi) successful bakery, living in a cute apartment in Rome, and of course, being with your boyfriend, Jason.

Despite the obvious and normal issues you'd had along the way, it would be correct to say you were content with how life was.

Up until this point, you would say Jason was happy too, but he seemed...more off lately. More closed off and secretive than before. At one point, you felt like a ghost in your own home. His avoidance of... you, hurt.

Today, your shortened work day sprung up an opportunity to try and talk to Jason. You wanted to chop it up to stress, but worry set in your mind. Insecurities and possibilities started to pill up, and the thought of what Jason could be hiding brought you to tears.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around before putting your ear to the front door. Nothing. The sound of your keys, though, caused whoever to seemingly panic—the sound of dropping pans filling your ears.

"Jason, if you're cheating on me, just..." Your footsteps stopped. Staring at the last thing you expected.

Jason, your boyfriend, was covered in baking powder. Almost all of the utensils you bought for baking covered the kitchen counter, and you could only stare at the shaken look on his face.

"Y-you're home early," Jason said, chest heaving and cheeks flushed red from whatever he just dropped.

You sighed, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Jason, that's why you've been acting all weirdly secretive?" You asked, aware of the answer.

"Yeah—well, I thought it wasn't that noticeable���but I knew if I talked too much, all of this," He pointed at the crime scene he caused "Would come out."

"Wait, are you—"

You ignored his words, the powder over his apron that hid the words whatever frosts your cupcakes under it, and hugged him. You didn't even try to stop the tears from pooling out of your eyes, too overwhelmed with happiness to care.

You sniffled. "I love you, so much." Your grip on him loosened before you continued, "But please don't do this, like—ever again. I'd much rather you spoil a surprise than worry about what the secret is."

He slowly nodded, kissing your temple. "Noted. Though...You're still trying these cupcakes, right?"

You lifted your head. "Oh, of course. And you better hope they're good, or I'll suddenly feel too upset to help you clean."

[oliveoilisedible]

Do you happen to have any Trans Nico headcanons please and thank you.

I can offer you a few emojis for your time ☃️🧚‍♂️🦀🚀

HELL YEAH I DO (thanks for the emojis btw, have some in return 🐿🕸🦋)

OKAY SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The first person Nico ever came out to was Bianca when he was 10. in the Lotus Casino.

Before he realized he was trans, he met someone in the casino wearing a pin with a strange looking flag on it so he asked what it meant because he thought it was a country

Nico asked what the flag meant and the kind stranger explained that it was a trans flag. "It's for people who were born in a body that doesn't really make them feel good"

Nico didn't really understand what that meant, but he was curious so he did more research and found out that he kind of related to a lot of what he found online

Bianca then spent the next five days going through baby name books and asking people in the Casino what their names were so she could try and find one that Nico would like.

Nico didn't really like any of the names, so Bianca kept searching. Until one day, after she had fallen asleep, she heard a familiar voice whisper "Nico" (either Hades or their Mom, Maria, I'll leave that up to you)

The second person he ever told was Hazel, because he had heard that Camp Jupiter actually had a pharmacy where you could buy T and he was a bit too nervous to go on his own.

hAZEL MY SWEET CHILD obviously had no clue what that meant, so she asked Reyna (I headcannon Reyna as a kind of aunt figure to her) and Aunty RARA pulled out at least 58 different Wikipedia articles, video explanations and explanations from other trans demigods at camp.

After Hazel figured everything out, she ran over to the pharmacy and got him his testosterone, then ran to Nico and tackled him to the ground in a bear hug

Nico has no idea what just happened but gratefully hugs Hazel back and lots of happy tears are shed and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa death children I love you !!!!!!!!!

[stardust-poet]

Leo valdez x Apollo!reader

Pt2

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A/n: wrote this fic out of nowhere. Definitely didnt start out as a percy fic... let me know if you want a part 2!

Warnings: slight cussing, kinda gore stuff but honestly nothing :)

Enjoy!

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"Again?" You groan as you see Leo stumble through the infirmary door, bloody, bruised, and a shit eating grin on his face, for the seventh time this week.

It's Friday, capture the flag. The infirmary was busier than ever, so Leo showing up (again) was more of an annoyance than a flattering gesture as per usual. You didn't have time for his sassy-sarcastic-filled conversations.

His grin somehow grows wider when he hears your voice, your tone more annoyed each time he walked into the infirmary. it seemed impossible how he could grin like that when he was probably in a hell of a lot of pain.

You checked over the damages. Black eye, minor scratches on his palms, clutching his own stomach, and bruises everywhere. He was probably bleeding under his shirt, too.

It crossed your mind that maybe that was done on purpose, so you had to take his shirt off. You quickly shook off the thought. It was probably not true and just something you made up, right? Right?

"Yeah... yeah, hi." Leo mumbled, the pain evident in his voice. You scoff and look around for one of your siblings to take Leo off your hands. You already had so many patients on your plate. You couldn't deal with Leo right now.

"I'll get Will to fix you up, Leo. I don't have time -" You started to say before:

"No! No... p-please?" Leo whined, vulnerability laced within his tone of voice.

You frowned, a little confused but not giving in.

"Leo Valdez, I don't have time to deal with this--with you right now. There's too much to do, and we're running low on supplies and-and." You cut your rant off with a heavy sigh.

"No," You said.

"Please, y/n? I'm... I'm hurt." Leo pouts, though he sounded serious for once

You groan and grab his wrist, triggering a wince out of him. Gods, he was bruised everywhere.

You lead Leo into an empty room, practically shove him on the infirmary bed, and lock the door.

Leo chuckled and winced, but there was no sarcastic comment on how you dragged him here. This was the most concerning thing of all.

You turn to face him, seeing a grimace on his face though he tried (and failed) to keep a nonchalant expression.

"Rate your pain 1-10." You mumble to him, almost in annoyance.

"0 out of ... out of ten. Wouldn't...Wouldn't recommend."

"Okay, repeating words but keeping a sarcastic attitude. I'll put that at a 9..."

You take Leos arm and inspect the damage. Not much, a few minor scratches, and one bigger scratch, but nothing major. You checked his other arm to find mostly the same things.

"You better be thankful for this, I have so much to deal with right now, and you aren't helping." You said to Leo while rolling up his shirt sleeve to see his left shoulder.

"Yeah, well, gotta see....see, my favorite doctor." Leo beamed, though he stumbled over words. You frowned.

"Where's it hurt most?" You asked gently after seeing nothing major that would cause his stumbling.

Leo pointed to his lower torso.

Shit.

You grimace. This might be a worse injury then you thought.

"Take ... take off your shirt." You tell him, looking away for just a second. Shitshitshi-

Leo grins like the devil and says: "Well, jeez, y/n. Take me out to dinner first." Before slowly removing his shirt, peeling it away from a nasty cut with a wince.

When Leo finally got his shirt over his head, you saw just how many scars he had. Not ones that were fresh and still bleeding, but ones that were months, years old.

Of course, you have scars of your own, but with how many healed scars Leo had... it couldn't be good in any way.

"...damaged goods, I know." Leo chuckled half heartedly. It shattered your heart into a billion different pieces.

"No," you whispered while rummaging through drawers for supplies. The actual bleeding cut on his left lower torso was pretty damn bad.

"You're not damaged goods, leo."

- You grabbed bandages -

"and even if you were, that wouldn't change the way people see you. You -" You cut yourself off, not sure why you were going on this big rant trying to convince Leo he was worth something to someone - to everyone.

It was the truth, but why did you care for the obnoxious, flirty, son of hephestus?

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Yay I'm finally done. Part 2 anyone?

[msprintedlies]

they are my babies😢😢

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