#valgrace week 2020

[ethannku]

smh alphie @lordstormageddidnt why would you make me do this...

WIP tag game! RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i'm just gonna go with my pjo folder because if i went with all of them this post would be the new do you love the color of the sky. also i haven't touched some of these in literal years so not even i know whats in them. anyways.

2020:

demon will

drunk nico

nico dies

will fake dates nico for school

5 times hp x pjo

harry potter x pjo

ethan's avatar x pjo

2021:

Nico Birthday 1/28

superhero nico, handler will

valgrace week day two

jaspereo oneshot

solangelo week 2021

band au pjo

valgrace soulmates 5+1

soulmate music valgrace

5+1 hp valgrace

leo groundhog day

valgrace pride

fwb solangelo

2022:

werewolf jason

sawdust nectar valgrace

vampire theyna

first kiss valgrace

misunderstandings valgrace

social media au 2 electric boogaloo

valgrace social media au

heartbreaker valgrace

jasico piper drew

jasico snippets

valgrace platonic jasiper

emi fic (fr this time)

another social media valgraceangelo

superhero roommates

2023:

angsty argo ii

emi valentine's day

hockey will

i left some out that have like less than 100 words and i'm glad i did because wow that list is still so long. likelihood any of these will see the light of ao3 is like. 0. anyhoo send asks i suppose. and i'm tagging anyone who wants to do this bc i forget which mutuals like being tagged and which don't lmao

[nefelibata-agibilibus]

Hero

It was supposed to be a calm day, the plan was to go to New York, bought a bit of things for the camp, and came back, they were with an Apollo kid, a young girl, the three of them going to a pharmacy.

When a cyclops consider a good idea to chase them, the girl drove away in the camp van, Leo, stubbornly, being at his side, holding a big hammer, made of celestial bronze, the fire going through his hands.

“You know, cyclops are fireproof”

Rising his sword, a lighting came to earth, striking the cyclops, who yelled, but no hurt, angry.

“You know” mocked Leo “Cyclops are lighting proof”

Rolling his eyes, Jason launched himself to the monster, the gladius in his hand, Leo at his side, holding the hammer, a crazy smile on his lips, but they where to focus on the cyclops, they didn’t notice the dracaena, slytherin from the shadows, stabbing Leo on the back.

Another lighting came from the sky, striking the serpent woman, pulverizing her, while Leo felt, grinning.

“Oh gods, you are hurt”

“If you didn’t tell me, I wouldn't notice”

The white t-shirt started to get bloody, a red patch growing, Jason kneeled at his side, scooping him and flying to the camp, the Apollo’s daughter driving like a crazy, almost causing an accident.

“You’re my hero, my saving Grace” whispered Leo, holding Jason’s neck.

“I’ve heard enough bad jokes about my last name, sotp it”

“No no, I can make more jokes, you will feel graced by my friendship”

“Leo…”

“You fly in such a graced way”

“I will throw you”

“I’m graced by the gods, I won’t die”

“You can’t come back twice”

[deithe]

okay so I've never, like, posted writing on here, but now I'm going to. this is for day 4 of valgrace week, 'memories'. i wrote it like an hour ago because i forgot i didn't have anything for today. its on ao3 too if yous wanna see it there. warnings for descriptions of a panic-attack and a character (not) dealing with grief below the cut. hngbhd? 

what remains (1454 words)

Leo’s always had a good memory. 

He can recall what people have said months after the fact, remember the way someone acted strangely on a particular Sunday afternoon. He can remember entire conversations and pieces of useless information he’s picked up off of Jeopardy. He remembers the exact texture of his mom’s favorite jacket and the feeling of her calloused hand dancing through his curls. 

Leo remembers a lot. 

Wilderness fucks with that. 

Because on one hand, he remembers all of Wilderness. Him getting picked up in New Mexico, the court deciding he probably wouldn’t survive in Juvie, the stale, pine smell of the social worker’s car that drove him to Wilderness, the way the school stood out in Nevada’s neon blue sky and vast plains of nothingness. He remembers getting his room and his roommate (or was there a roommate at all?) Jason Grace. He remembers Piper McLean and how close they all got, so quickly, even though Leo was used to keeping his distance, keeping people at arms-length because people were cruel and impossible and Leo preferred not to be hurt, thankyouverymuch. 

On the other, they’re fake. False. Jason was never his roommate and Piper and Jason were never a couple and there was never a PiperLeoJason at Wilderness. 

Leo remembers fake fucking memories in perfect clarity. 

Leo doesn’t know if it’s eidetic or photographic or whatever, but he’s never bothered to give it a name. And it doesn’t work well with reading, mostly things Leo’s heard and felt. So Leo can remember the feeling of his childhood bed under his legs and the TV playing lowly through their apartment, but he can’t tell someone the first thing about what happened in their last Lit class. 

It’s a bitch, to be honest. 

He rubs at his eyes and bites down on the urge to scream. 

Leo has an elephant’s memory and so, he remembers Jason Grace like he was the last face Leo ever saw. 

Jason, obviously, was pretty handsome. Blond, blue-eyed, pale- he had the whole All-American white boy thing going on. At first, that put Leo off him. Dude looked like he was ripped straight from an Ivy Leauge college brochure. And then he opened his mouth. 

Jason Grace was kind, and weird, and really, really awkward, though he tried to cover it up. He was straight-laced until Piper or Leo convinced him to let loose a few times. He was considerate and loyal and a good fucking person. A rarity, in Leo’s life. Sure, he was raised by wolves and he didn’t really get the mortal world, but who gave a fuck, because he was Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, and Leo’s best friend. 

Another downside to Leo’s never-ending, black hole of a memory, is he can remember seeing Jason dead. 

It’s burned onto his corneas and always on the tip of his tongue, breathing down his neck, waiting for Leo’s mind to wander so it can dig its way out of Leo’s DO NOT TOUCH: BAD MEMORIES box and dig its venomous fangs into Leo’s eyes. It’s always there, waiting, watching. The other memories wait in line too, but Leo’s been dealing with them for years, so he knows how to dance and hide the knee-jerk reactions that come up at their shadow. 

But Jason is- different. New. New and old and Leo never dealt with it until it was too late. Couldn’t handle the fact that he was gone, that he had been murdered before Leo could even say hey, I’m back. He didn’t even go to the funeral, couldn’t handle it, shit, he still can’t. He ran from his problems, big surprise there, but this time, no matter how much distance he put between him and what remained of Jason Grace, it was like Leo was still there, asking where Jason was-

He drops his pen against the desk and grips his shaking hands in each other, bowing his back. 

Leo got his GED because he had nothing better to do and Piper was getting hers, so Leo just tagged along, and Leo only accepted that place in MIT because he had nothing better to do than lay in his bed and wonder-

It’s not doing Leo any favors that he can’t function like a normal human being anymore. Sure, it was bad when he was 15, 16, but after Jason, shit just went to hell in a handbasket. 

His own memories are acting as his biggest enemy and Leo wants to go Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on himself. Though with less romance, definitely less Jim Carey and more Leo not remember who he is. Blank Slate. Can’t be traumatized if you don’t know your name!

All these funny thoughts are doing nothing to stave off Leo’s mid-afternoon scheduled panic-attack.

He drops his head against the desk in his dorm, thankful that...Mark...Micheal...Martin...something like that isn’t here. His eyes squeeze shut against the dam of memories, vivid and painful and clawing like wild beasts, that threaten to spill through. He can’t handle that right now. Can’t deal, won’t deal, calm down you neurotic fuck-

He takes several desperate gulps of air, hands buried in his hair and pulling tight, tightly, tighter, on his curls, nails digging into his scalp. He wants to crawl into a ball so small he disappears and then it’ll be dark and warm and fine and Leo won’t have to deal with his snowballing mental health. Leo’s never had the best mental health, but he’s so sure, in the same way, he’s sure that a machine will work or that car has a fucked belt, that if Jason was still here, it would be so, so much better. 

Another downside to his magic memory:

Leo remembers what it’s like to be in love with Jason Grace so clearly that it makes Leo’s heart twist and ache-

Leo doesn’t think he’ll love anyone the way he love(d) Jason Grace. Leo killed Gaia so Jason wouldn’t have to, devised a whole plan so Jason would be okay and Leo comes back to find him dead-

He’s pulling at his hair so hard it’s beginning to burn and ache, but that’s two emotions Leo is used to feeling. The pain is centering, anyways. Grounding, pulling him into the present. The desk is cool against his boiling skin but the panic and the grief is too big and it’s screaming, like a petulant child, pay attention to me! and Leo can only obey-

Leo wants to scream and fucking destroy because when Jason died he took a bit of Leo and Piper with him, all the way down to the underworld and now Leo feels permanently empty, half-built, missing something vital and Leo hates it, hates it, hates it-

It’ll always be like this, won’t it? The feeling of missing something, that grief that follows you like a dead body stapled to your back, pushing you down, a constant reminder, and somedays you’ll not think about it, but then you’ll be left alone with your thoughts and you’ll think ‘what if-’ and suddenly everything is a ‘what if-’ because you want them to be there so badly, but they can’t, and they never will be, so you’re left sitting there, like an idiot crying your eyes out because you had the audacity to remember-

And sometimes, you’ll make yourself think about it for days, because you have to. Grief is your burden to carry, right? And it should hurt and Leo likes the roaring void of pain that sparks inside him every time he makes himself look at pictures or remember good times. He’s still alive, and it’s the curse of the living to remember the dead. It’s the blessing of the dead to forget the living. But Leo’s still here, kicking and screaming and lost and so it’s up to him to hate and burn in Jason’s memory. He’s gotta remember Jason, he has to. Has to remember his dumb, brave, weirdo best-friend because Leo cheated death and Jason paid the price-

Leo’s crying now, and that’s a common sentence nowadays. Salt rushes into his mouth and he bites his lip to tide back the sobs and fucking screams of anguish because Leo isn’t coping, and he can’t, not when he still loves the memory of someone who would never love him back. 

Leo’s been damned by his own memory and his own inability to fall in love with the right people. So, here he sits, bent in half, head on his desk, sobbing in his dorm room at MIT because Leo Valdez has an elephant’s memory and the curse of watching everything he cares about crash and burn. 

[bunkernine]

Hi!!! I’m new to the fandom and I was wondering what do you mean for the days when you say “smoke, burn, champion, au” I’m so sorry I don’t understand it - are those keywords to put in fics or au’s!!! I would love to join in!!! Thanks so much 😘😊

the referenced post for 2020′s valgrace week

oh don’t worry about it! i didn’t mention that they were prompts like i should’ve. my mistake with that :(. prompt’s are used to encourage a certain idea or give a topic to focus a piece on. 

basically, if you were feeling up to it, you would create your works around that certain word or idea. day 2, for instance, would be the best day to post any particular valgrace au’s (alternate universe- anything that’s not in the canon world), while day 6 aka “free day”, has no guidelines and offers complete freedom. 

for the rest of the days, it’s really your interpretation. let’s use day 7, “hero” as an example. so you could write a fic in which one of them is a superhero, someone does something heroic, they question what it means to be a hero, or even just have one of them say hero in a conversation. ideally, at some point in your process, the topic was used. 

of course, these prompts only encouraged, but they’re not mandatory. feel free to post whatever you want!!! honestly, valgrace week is just a way to get more content for them coming out lol (platonic or romantic). and of course, it’s not only limited to writing- art, playlists, moodboards, whatever you feel ;)

here’s a few examples from last year, but feel free to ask more if you need more clarification or direction!!!!: @gee-nx‘s art for the shock day, @partlycharlie‘s fic for the friendship day, @shyravenns‘s art for the au day, @another-heros-blog‘s dedicated series to every single prompt day, or my own fic that i couldn’t remember which prompt it was for lol (burn or angst).

hope this helps clears things up!!!!

[nefelibata-agibilibus]

Smoke

Jason walked to the Bunker 9, carrying a plate of food, a zippo lighter in one of his pockets, a little bit worried about Leo’s habits, like avoiding sleeping for two or three days and being knock out for twenty hours, or eating just one time at day.

He and Piper made the decision to take turns and check on Leo, sometimes the brothers of Leo did the job, Chiron or Annabeth, but with the months passing, only Piper and Jason keep going, and Harley, but the little boy had more interest in the bunker, and copied the worst habits of Leo, like drinking a lot of caffeine and working, mostly, in underwear.

He lighted the zippo, under the neon paint arrows that Piper painted, to help other campers to know where to put the fire to open the entrance of the bunker.

When the door opened a lot of smoke came out, going to the sky, Leo going outside, his t-shirt with holes and little fires, his pants burned upper his legs, in the middle of his tights, the curly hair a little long, almost covering his eyes, the work belt, thankfully fireproof, has hanging from his hips.

“You're on fire”

“I got a little distracted” moving his hands, trying to put out his clothes “but Festus is talking”

Jason sat down in the grass, Leo coping him, the two of them with their backs on the stone wall.

“This ship will be amazing”

“The Argo II, we are the new argonauts”

“Why you call the ship like that?”

Leo smiled, while he picked up a burger of the plate.

“You are Jason, you were like a leader in the Roman camp, and you are having a boat, and Perseus doesn’t have a boat in the legends, and, technically, he is form Argos”

“Did you look myths to came up with a name of the boat?”

“I consider calling Leo’s Doom Boat, or Festus’ Boat, Annabeth said it was wise to call it Argo”

[deithe]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25154080

...i know its like three days late. but valgrace week isnt over until someone shuts me the fuck up so.

[nefelibata-agibilibus]

College AU

Summary: Jason goes to visit his boyfrind college

Jason walked to the library, taping his hand on his leg, feeling too conscious about being in a college library, technically was legal to be there, nobody was going to yell at him or throw him outside, but the people was staring at him.

“Hey, Superman” Piper, his best friend, was near the door, her eyes shining, a smile full of mockery on his lips “You should change your clothes”

“I just wanted to see both of you”

Piper grabbed the sleeve of the jacket, jugging the military uniform that Jason was wearing.

“Leo will be on the labs, I know you to want to be reunite”

“I missed you”

The sarcastic laugh of Piper made him smile, it was true that he wanted to see Leo more than anything, but she was his best friend and he missed her a lot.

“The roommate of Leo is out, family time, his bedroom is available for both of you”

Blushing, Jason followed Piper, the girl searching for a book, while they talked about their lives, six months without seeing each other, the boy talking about the program to become a pilot, the classes and the comareads, Piper talking about the college, the students, her roomate, and the professors.

When they got out, someone crash on Jason’s arms, starting to kissing him, leaving soft kisses on his cheeks, forehead and lips.

“You two are making a show”

“Shut up Piper, my boyfriend is here, I don’t care about other people”

“Hi, sweety” said Jason holding the waist of Leo, the boy hugging Jason with his legs, holding to his boyfriend like a koala.

“Go to your room to fight with Drew”

Piper yelled something, about bad friends that prefered to make out than being with her.

“I missed you so hard”

Leo kissed him, tightening the grip of his legs, his hands caressing the hair of Jason.

“I missed you too”

[nefelibata-agibilibus]

Power

Jason always avoided power, he became centurion because the old one finished his time in the legion and proposed Jason for the job, he became praetor because he slayed Krios, he never felt comfortable, he was relieved when Frank took his place.

The old praetors, the ones who raised him, teached him about the old roman leaders, the sons and daughters of Jupiter, all of them falling for ambition, cursing the lives of all the people around they.

Having the title of Pontifex maximus, was terrifying, he had more power than the praetors, he could act like a dictator, or he could fail, incapable of honoring all the gods.

Standing in front of a mirror, in the house the senate gave him, he hold the robes, remembering all the meetings, the first ones, when old legionaries kept an eye on him, bored, watching the grown-ups talk, later, sitting in the back with Reyna, explaining to the young girl the work of all the people, pointing at the important ones, when he was a centurion, the youngest in more than a century, the six months he was a praetor, talking about the reconstruction of New Rome, hopping a long time with peace, now, with a new title, he was going to talk in the senate again.

“Why romans are so stuck-up?” asked Leo, while he entered the room “That's why I love greeks, just sitting in a ping pong table, drinking soda, threatening other people with knives, that's a war council, not this”

“We are not in a war council, if that's the case, I would be wearing an armor and all of my medals”

They heard Piper calling them from the door, something about Reyna waiting for them.

“You should stop worrying, we aren’t letting you get air-headed, we all are with you, to honor the minor gods, and, if your ambition gets too dangerous, I’m sure that Reyna will ground you, La Reina de Roma won’t let you destroy her kingdom”

[nefelibata-agibilibus]

Memories

Waking up, Jason was sweaty, shaking, remembering the worst moments of his old life like nightmares, the fight with Krios, the titan, taller than him, holding a golden sword, Jason cutted the Titan’s cheek, the ichor in his gladius, his own blood falling from his face, the romans, all of them fighting, thanks to Reyna’s powers, Krios, too sure of himself, standing without armor, the force of Reyna keeping him wake.

Weeping the tears, Jason sat on his bed and wrote the dream, sobbing under his breath, feeling guilty for forgot their names and faces, the people that raised him, the kids that played with him, all of them were erased by the power of Juno, his patron.

After writing down all of his memories, the sun started to rise, the light of Artemis’ cabin turn off, people went to the pavilion, the nymphs serving breakfast, Jason walked to the Hephaestus cabin, Nissa giving a nod, helping Jake Manson to walk, the boy still injured, using a cane to walk.

“Good morning, Superman” say Leo, stretching his arms, the hair of Leo dropping water, wearing a new orange shirt, his tool belt around his waist.

“Morning”

Leo and Piper always knew when was a bad night, and they always tried to comfort him, but the best idea was from Leo, a dream’s diary.

“You know man, you look bad, like, really bad, the Hypnos cabin would help”

“I have a date with Piper”

“S’ cool, but, can you wait to ask her to be your girlfriend in two days?”

The smile of Leo was devil-ish, his head started to smoke, the water of his hair evaporating.

“Your hair is burning”

Leo shaked his head, the vapour going away.

“Would you do that?”

“Why?”

“All of this people love to bet, so I bet you will ask her out in two days”

“Piper know about this?”

Leo smiled, nodding, getting closer to Jason.

“She gave me the date, we will share the profits”

[deithe]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25062841

?. gonna go watch some monster factory until this crushing feeling goes away. read if you want! or dont!

[deithe]

happy valgrace week lads!!!! (and happy birthday pets 💞 @blackpercy)

[bunkernine]

a month from valgrace week 2020 and we're gonna hit 300 real soon 😌😌💖💖

okay guys, just want to interrupt your daily scrolling just to say that the valgrace tag on ao3 has 165 fics and while it’s not a lot, it’s definitely progress??? so yes, lets just appreciate this :)

Jason Grace/Leo Valdez

you may continue with your life now