#nico jason friendship

[solangelo-lover-78]

Leo: “Will’s eyes are blue right?

Nico: “they are but when the light hits them right they turn this shade of teal and they have little bits of green in them”

Jason: “and when was the last time he smiled?”

Nico: “yesterday at 1:45 pm when I said something funny”

Leo: “and when’s my birthday?”

Nico *doesn’t answer*

Leo: “when’s my birthday, di Angelo”

Y’all the reposts 😭

[somewhereincairparavel]

Gentle reminder that every time Jason Grace gave his offering to Jupiter, he prayed for his dad to help Nico. Just saying.

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

people will fr hype up jason as nico's number one ally and confidant meanwhile reyna saw his worst feelings, witnessed him kill a man and supported him even more afterwards. wlw & mlm solidarity wins!

[mermaids-ate-my-dinner]

Hot Take

Heros of Olympus would be so much better if everybody was single.

[omwtoblowupmtsthelens]

I take your “Jason and Annabeth should’ve been rivals” and “Jason should’ve been jealous of Percy and Thalia’s relationship” and merge them into “Jason should’ve been jealous of Annabeth’s relationship with Thalia”.

Jason and Annabeth are SO similar. Rick could’ve given us so much and fed it into Jason’s Feeling Replaced arc.

Imagine Jason, the Roman, the Outsider, watching as Thalia ruffles the blonde hair of a kid a couple years younger than her with the same fondness reserved only for a sibling.

Jason sees Annabeth and sees a kid with blonde hair and startling eyes, a kid that could take you out in one move, a kid who wants to build something to last. To be remembered by. A kid who had always ever wanted to be seen, to be loved, to be wanted.

Jason and Annabeth both built their legacies, in the end. It wasn’t just their temples to the gods or the entirety of Olympus but their families. After years of being alone, each of them had built a family like the foundation for which they built their temples. Buildings will fall, and be rebuilt over and over. They will wear and tear and crack and crumble and fade. But family lasts forever. They will be remembered.

[thaliasthunder]

i swear to gods that if there's isnt at least ONE flashback of nico & jason being besties, like nico trying to help jason w his gods altars, or jason teasing nico about his silly little crush on will or jason just hugging nico to comfort him in TSaTS, i will stab everybody's fucking necks

[soia-jpg]

This duo sob

[l-just-want-to-see]

who up thinkin about the di angelo siblings and the grace siblings and how they were each other’s whole world and how they lost each other despite everything. How they did the best that they could do. Thinkin about abandonment issues and a deep sense of longing and crushing loneliness and parents who weren’t there and heavy expectations and and and

[sugawara--san]

i just really feel that one day nico gets a sack thrown over his head and carried away but when he gets put down and the sack is taken off it turns out it's just jason and percy kidnapping nico to give him the sex talk. neither of them know anything about it either so they had to extensively research on their own for nico. percy is blushing the whole time. jason is trying hard to be serious and he comes off robotic. they get WAY more into detail than remotely necessary. it's terribly awkward and absolutely none of the three parties want to be there at this moment. but percy and jason will do it for nico. nico wants to die. there are visuals.

[yonemurishiroku]

Thinking about Reyna hugging Nico in front of a whole camp and Jason backing down in favor of Nico's discomfort but Nico allowed him anw. These two really pried the door to Nico's heart open..........

[mioakem]

Part of me wants to write a fic abt if Nico and Reyna were members of the seven instead of percabeth cause I think it would be cool plus I love writing but the other part of me has never written a fanfic in my life and also has issues with actually finishing what I start

[somewhereincairparavel]

No thoughts.

Just thinking about how Reyna kept her distance from Jason because of Venus, fearing heartbreak, but ended up getting heartbroken anyway.

Just thinking about how Jason felt guilty about Reyna's feelings for him, thinking that he led her on, and felt truly sorry that he didn't love her back.

Just thinking about how bitter Reyna sounded when she said that Jason was no longer fully roman anymore.

Just thinking about how, upon seeing Thalia's eyes, the only thing Reyna can think of is Jason's startling blue stare.

Just thinking about how Jason could tell that Reyna was tired simply by noting how her shoulders move.

Just thinking about how Reyna rarely compliments anyone, but fondly calls Jason an "all American boy".

Just thinking about how Jason would never bet against Reyna under any circumstances, and knows if anyone is capable of completing dangerous missions, it's Reyna.

Just thinking about how Reyna daydreamt of her and Jason holding hands, walking in the garden.

Just thinking about how Reyna and Jason would geek over their shared interest of roman history.

Just thinking about how Jason HATES unkept promises, yet the only unkept promise he'd unintentionally made was that if he and Reyna would go visit Diocletian's sceptre, it would only be them visiting TOGETHER. Not seperately. The fates ruined his chance of keeping that promise.

Just thinking about how Reyna would've felt upon hearing that her once best friend, died tragically saving a god, and that she would never see him again.

Just thinking about how Jason dies with the guilt of not properly reconciling with his old friend.

Just thinking about how Reyna lives with the guilt of keeping her distance from him because of that wretched warning Venus gave her. Maybe if she had not, would they have been together? Would they have atleast remained best friends? Would they have not grown apart?

Just thinking about how Reyna looked like she'd been crying for hours during Jason's funeral.

Just thinking about how they both knew their friendship would never be the same again but refused to confront that bitter reality, so they ran away from it.

Just thinking about how they never even shared one last hug together.

Just thinking about how in the end, both of them most likely only had bittersweet memories of eachother, and that neither of them got to say their final goodbyes.

No thoughts, just the tragic end of Jason Grace and Reyna Avila Ramirez's friendship

[coke-vapor]

three weeks before jason grace died, he promised percy that after this quest he’d take a break from the camps and come stay with him in manhattan at the jackson-blofis household. percy was ecstatic he finally convinced jason to prioritize himself over the gods and he and annabeth couldn’t wait for jason to arrive in new york. he told sally all about jason, all his heroics and went on and on about how much admiration he had for the son of jupiter, along with how much effort jason put into anything and everything he was passionate about. sally hears it all. sally also hears percys sobs as will calls him to tell him jason died on that quest. that he was never going to make it to manhattan. that yet another of percys friends was ripped away from him by the fates. sally hears his sobs and her heart breaks for the kind hearted boy she never got to meet.

she still sets a plate on the table for jason the night he was supposed to arrive at the jackson-blofis household. percy tears up and excuses himself early. annabeth stares at it all dinner long before retreating after percy. sally finds them both curled up in percys bed a hour later, dried tears on their faces with an open photo album in annabeths lap. its open to a photo of percy, annabeth, nico, hazel and jason in the centre, with about 20 random necklaces on him. jasons smile is beaming as he looks at the camera. sally hopes jasons last moments weren’t spent in pain, but she knows they probably were.

[reddamselette]

Leo sat across the table, his finger tapping against the hard surface anxiously as his legs bounced. His heart pounded in his ears and he couldn’t breathe, not correctly while Nico and Piper stared at him with narrowed, analyzing eyes.

“Leo,” Piper called and reached for Leo’s hand, enveloping his with her own. Startled brown irises snapped to hers. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking like an engine right now.”

A broken and forced chuckle broke through Leo’s lips, “Sorry, I’m, uh, I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

Nico raised his coffee towards his lips, muttering around the rim before he took a long sip, “Could it have something to do with a certain son of Jupiter?”

Leo swallowed thickly. His lips parted to say something, anything, but he found no words. He was never this nervous before but he had came close to it. Being put on the spot with nothing coming to mind to direct the attention, to pass it off as a joke— he struggled speaking for the first time.

“I think you should tell him,” Piper said, leaning back in her seat and glanced at Nico who set his cup down. Neither of them uttered another word.

The fallen silence choked Leo mercilessly, his ears rang faintly and his cheeks burned hotter than the fire he conjured and created. He was hearing them but it wasn’t sticking. So much was at stake. So much.

“I—“ Leo started and quickly licked his dry lips as his eyes trailed off to the side, finding a familiar head of blond hair that was thrown back with laughter that rumbled like thunder. “I’m scared to.”

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Cuddles

“I wouldn’t call that cuddling,” Nico says, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “I would call it sitting near one another.” 

Across the infirmary, awaiting medical attention from the busy Apollo kids, Annabeth rolls her eyes. “He had his arm around you.” 

“You put your arm around me all the time,” Nico rebuts. 

“You were leaning on him!” 

“I was tired!” 

Annabeth slumps sideways in her cot and stares at him, unimpressed. 

Nico refuses to budge. Cuddling is not resting your head on someone when they offer to let you nap on them! Cuddling is, like, prolonged, sideways hugging, or something. He and Jason do not cuddle, and even if they did (which they do not!) they wouldn’t do it at the campfire, for Hera’s sake. 

“Fine,” Annabeth concedes without averting her intimidating gaze. “What about when you two took a nap under Thalia’s Pine? That was definitely cuddling.” 

Heat rises up to Nico’s ears. He turns around to face the countertop, littered with empty bandaid packaging and unportioned nectar. “It was not, and you’re weird for remembering that.” 

“You’re weird for refusing to admit you like cuddling with Jason,” Annabeth says. She’s long since perfected that I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up tone, the one that makes Nico bristle. 

“How does that make me weird?” he grumbles, slicing even squares into the pan of nectar. “I spent the last, like, four years of my life doing everything I could to avoid human contact. How is it weird that I wouldn’t want to admit to something like that.” 

For a few moments, Nico almost mistakes Annabeth’s silence for a victory. He finishes with the nectar and turns back around, ready to gloat and everything, and is instead met with the worst possible thing: Annabeth Chase wearing her planning face. 

“No,” he says immediately, putting a hand out, as if he can physically ward off whatever bullshit he’s about to get dragged into. “No.” 

“I think we need an outside opinion.” 

“I think you’re concussed, do not go spreading my personal business to camp!” 

“Not camp,” Annabeth flaps her hand at him, and does not refute the concussed accusation. “But definitely some trusted individuals, who have insight into your cuddling habits.” 

“I’m not above getting on my knees and begging you to drop this,” Nico says. He’s fully serious. He will do it. Anything to stop this from going any further, anything. 

Annabeth glances him up and down, like she’s sizing up how serious he might be. 

He clasps his hands together. 

She flops back in the cot. “Nope. I’m too invested now. I think I’ll ask Hazel, first-” 

“Dude-” 

“-and then Connor, he knew you when you were a baby, he’ll have some good insight.” 

Nico buries his face in his hands and groans. 

Annabeth Chase gets her concussion treated, then turns around and runs back to her cabin to draft an honest to the gods survey to hand out to what she deems as a trusted, reputable group. 

Any group with Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson in it is anything but reputable, in Nico’s mind. As soon as he hears that Annabeth’s really gone off the freaking deep end about this, he finds the darkest corner of camp and hunkers down to hide. 

The best thing to do when Annabeth’s got an idea? Weather it. She’ll either find her own solution, or she’ll lose interest. Nico hopes, for his reputation's sake, she doesn’t get any further than the distribution. 

Upside to this shitshow: Nico has time to clean his cabin, finally. A valid reason to tell Will that he genuinely cannot come do archery practice today, a valid reason to kick any and everyone off his porch, lock his doors, and play CDs on his radio as loud as he can tolerate. 

It is, unfortunately, one of his most productive days as of late, and as Nico lays on his newly-swept floor, sweaty but satisfied, he almost forgets the whole situation occurring at the hands of one stubborn daughter of Athena. 

Almost. 

“Nico?” 

Three knocks on the cabin door. 

“I can hear your music, I know you’re in there. If you want me to go away, that’s totally fine, I just- y’know, want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.” 

Nico rolls over, squishing his face into the hardwood for one deeply satisfying moment. Then, with all the reluctance of a man who is going to face embarrassment head on, he pulls himself up and trudges to the door. 

Jason, at the very least, has the decency to look worried rather than amused. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his head tilted off to the side, his glasses off-center like they always are. He’s frowning, kind of. He looks like Mrs. O’Leary when Nico tricks her into thinking he’s got a treat for her. 

“I’m alive,” he says, as dry as he can manage. The CD skips. 

“That’s good,” Jason says. “I, uh, hear Annabeth’s keeping herself occupied.” 

Nico’s temple pulses with something not-quite-achey, but nearly there. 

“Just- come in,” he huffs, stepping aside. Dammit. “If anyone’s going to explain it, I would really rather rip the stupid bandaid off.” 

“Laughing at me feels kind of insulting, going to be honest,” Nico mutters while Jason hunches over himself, cradling his stomach, downright howling. 

“She’s- She’s up in arms- about cuddling!?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Percy’s stupid bullshit is rubbing off on her and she’s losing braincells, Jason, she’s losing her mind. We need to find something new for her to build so she stops trying to instigate shit in my private life!” 

Jason slumps sideways onto the floor, half-laughing, half-panting. His leg presses solidly to Nico’s like this, sitting side by side against his bed. 

Nico turns his head up and away and forces himself not to notice. 

“She just cares about you,” Jason says. He stays down. Nico can practically feel how hard Jason’s heart is pumping from all that laughter. 

Jerk. 

“She cares about drama,” Nico says, though he knows it’s not totally true. Piper has gotten her more involved in the social life of camp, which is a good thing, really. Nico thinks it’s really cool that Annabeth has been able to come out of her own shell, after spending her whole life trying to prove herself, trying to be above everything, better than, the best. 

But does she have to do it at his expense? 

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. 

Jason sits back up. 

“Are you really that upset about this?” he asks, his voice softened into a tone Nico got used to hearing in the days post-Cupid, the tone of a hero. “I know it’s still hard for you, to be comfortable and everything-” 

“I’m not upset about it,” Nico says. Admitting it makes his cheeks flush, but it’s the truth, and Jason has more than earned that with him. “I’m just…embarrassed.” 

“Awe, why’s it embarrassing? I mean, I get from your perspective, y’know, why you might find that embarrassing, but even if taking naps and stuff is cuddling, it’s not like it’s hurting anything,” Jason says. Then, softer, maybe hesitant, he adds, “right?” 

Nico’s heart tugs annoyingly into his ribs. “It’s not hurting anything, Jason, I’m not…I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things, I guess? And it’s a lot of, like, I-I don’t know how to react, when people poke fun at something I’m still- still getting comfortable with. I like being comfortable with you.” He pokes at the rips in his jeans and continues to ignore how much of Jason is pressed up against his side, how natural it feels to just sit with him like this. 

“I like that you like being comfortable with me,” Jason says, his own version of teasing, though one that Nico knows and understands and likes. He knows that Jason’s reassuring him by prodding at him like that. 

The next track on his CD starts to play—Jason turned the volume down, but didn’t shut it all the way off. They’re both too awkward in pure silence, but sitting together when there’s other background noise that means they don’t necessarily have to talk has become a staple of their hang-outs. There’ve been many an afternoon where Nico sets up on the floor of the Zeus cabin with his new, growing Mythomagic collection, while Jason sketches out temples at his desk. 

They’re so comfortable around one another, nowadays. 

Nico brings his knees up and nestles his chin on them, frowning at the opposite wall. 

Are they maybe too comfortable? If other people are starting to look at them interacting and put weird labels like cuddling on it? Isn’t cuddling something people who like each other do, anyway? Friends don’t cuddle. 

Nico feels his ears burn hot at the implication. Is that what Annabeth was trying to say? Does she think Nico likes Jason? 

He brings his arms up to cover his mouth. He chews on his lip. 

…does, Nico like Jason? 

 (to be continued) 

[thaliasthunder]

so you're telling me the "percy's unimpressive" girl and the "percy's a literal fictional hero brought to life" boy are gonna be... friends? oh this is gonna be fun