#vulcan jason

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, you don't need to have seen Star Trek to read this, I'm pretty sure, Vulcan!Jason, accompanying artwork, alternating tense Series: Part 3 of JayTim Week 2017- Valentines Edition Summary:

Then Jason’s face closes off completely. He turns blank, emotionless. And while this would be normal for any other Vulcan in the universe, it isn’t normal for Jason, and this is what pushes Tim from concerned to terrified. Like Jason was, just a second ago.

“Excuse me,” Jason says, and his flat tone creeps Tim the fuck out. He turns and walks away, leaving Tim sitting there, alone, shocked, with their unfinished breakfast.

[dv-kelp-face]

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

[iamdangerace]

Snake River Conspiracy, Vulcan from Sonic Jihad (2000).

[dclovesdanny]

Percy Jackson x Dead on Main

Jason, son of Athena, has been living in Camp Half Blood since he was 14. He had been through both of the wars as a soldier and strategist (though a lot of people assumed he was an Ares or Nemesis kid after his growth spurt.) He was now 19, and had been drafted as one of the representatives of the Athena Cabin in the camper exchange. He wasn’t expecting much from the trip, especially not a cute boy who introduced himself as one of the centurions of the fifth cohort.

Danny, legacy of Thanatos, Venus, and Vulcan, had fought in both wars. (though he wasn’t exactly involved much with Octavian outside of some misunderstandings that lead to a large portion of the monsters Octavian had hired being turned to dust) He was now eighteen, and part of the welcoming committee for the Greek transfer students.

Neither of them realized it, but both were quite well liked. More than half of Camp Halfblood had fought beside Jason, and at least two thirds of the camp had had Jason at their side as they mourned their fallen cabin members. More than 80% of New Rome owed one of the Fenton’s their lives.

Everyone watching them realized this relationship could make or break the relationships between the camps. Including the gods watching.

More facts for this au under the cut.

Every resident of New Rome had either interacted with Maddie Fenton (legacy of Venus, daughter of Thanatos, former centurion of the second cohort for five years), Jack Fenton (son of Vulcan, master engineer, inducted into the third cohort at 11), Jazz Fenton (served for a while in the fourth cohort, on track to be a therapist for demigods) or Danny.

Maddie was raised in New Rome. Her great grandmother was the daughter of Venus, and is famous for killing over fifty Cyclopes who attempted to kill a demigod (said demigod is the ancestor of Julia).

Jack was brought up by his uncle in Illinois and found out about his heritage after an incident with a hydra. He found his way to camp and ended up killing several monsters along the way.

Vlad is a descendant of Apollo and is Octavian’s second cousin (might be the wrong wording, Octavian’s mom is Vlad’s cousin).

Dick is a Hermes kid and is another representative that came along.

Sam is a descendant of Proserpine (idk how to spell it, Roman version of Persephone)

Bruce is an adult demigod who lives outside of camp and works with Chiron. He’s a grandson of Aphrodite (Thomas’s mom) and Athena (Martha’s mom).

Let me know if you want more of this au

[cabintenangel]

fresh page, on the desk

jason grace x roman!reader ♡

author’s notes ౨ৎ this is a repost of an old fic i wrote about a year ago! first fic i ever wrote wow 😭

disclaimers ౨ৎ nothing really, a bit of swearing and pop culture references LOL :)

Cyclops Books was your safe haven.

After a long day of excessive criticism during training, it was the perfect place to allow yourself to relax your posture, if only a little bit. You loved your friends, yes, but sometimes you just needed a little break from it all. The entirety of New Rome was your third place. The somehow always-green grass and thriving flowers, the curved cobblestone streets leading to homes filled with laughter and warmth, the lingering scents of the bakery’s famous freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies – you could go on. Even Terminus couldn’t stop you from coming here as much as you were able to.

So why was it so off today?

As you took your usual evening stroll before dinner, you noticed that almost all the homes and shops had their bright white porch lights on and the usual soft, yellowed string ones were put away. Not to mention the lack of New Rome Elementary kids playing outside after school, or the fact that the usual cozy atmosphere felt tight and formal: the exact thing you tried to get away from by coming here. It even felt like the sunset sky was trying its best to remain a single organized color rather than its usual gorgeous, messy, watercolor-like self.

You tried not to think about it much as you entered your favorite bookstore. Your bookstore. It had been ever since your first visit years ago. It had taken a while to grow accustomed to camp. During the New Rome field trip for fresh campers, something about it drew you in. The warm hanging lights and the stacked bookshelves reminded you of a shop in one of the many cities you’d lived in. That one had always been your favorite. Tyson and Ella had welcomed you strongly that day, cheering, “New campers! New campers!” and shoving slightly burnt croissants in your face. After seeing all your favorite mortal books for sale, you decided it would be the first of many times you entered the place. It wasn’t long before you striked up a friendship with the two owners – they were some of your favorite people to see, plus, they let you pick out their store music!

(As of late, you’d mostly been playing the new Taylor Swift album.)

You opened the door, greeted with the familiar out-of-tune entry bells. Ella was curled up in her cardboard box, sleeping, but she peeked out when she saw you.

“Hello!” Her eyes lit up.

You smiled. “It’s nice to see you too, Ella.” According to what Percy had said about his first quest with Hazel and Frank, Ella was a lot more content now that she was with Tyson. You were truly happy for the couple, they had been nothing but sweet to you and they deserved all the good things coming to them.

She yawned and murmured, “Big event today. Tyse preparing in back. Back, back, back… Back to December. Taylor Swift. Speak Now. Now, now, now…” and promptly dozed off again. You let her sleep, heading to the romance section to hopefully find the new Emily Henry book. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought out of your mind. 

You entered the next aisle, thankfully getting your hands on the last copy of Funny Story. You took another quick walk through the areas you normally shopped from, since the store almost always had copies of books before they were officially released. It was unclear how Tyson and Ella managed to do this, but you suspected it had something to do with all the excess time a certain son of Vulcan–sorry, Hephaestus–had been spending on his computer, finding passcodes for mysterious files.

Not that you were complaining.

You walked a little faster to the R section when you spotted Love of the Gods!, a packed adventure about three mortals, Peter, Annie, and Grant, stumbling upon an entrance to the Underworld at a Halloween party and pet sitting the three-headed dog, Cerebrus. Silently, you thanked Leo for saving you from the four months of wait time for the official release.

Heading to checkout, you picked up a few new annotation tabs and cute pens for when you started reading your new books. You peeked over the counter to see if Tyson had come back – you really were curious about what was happening today. You were about to head into the staff-only back room (perks of being friends with the owners) until you saw a rose-adorned china bowl filled with cupcake batter just by the door.

Ella’s birthday was approaching fast, so you remembered that Tyson was preparing. He’d told you that he was going to make some sweet treats in advance, as well as plan to surprise her with Eras Tour tickets and ask Taylor to play The Alchemy and You Are In Love as the acoustic set.

You were so not jealous that Leo and the couple had gotten to attend a listening party for the Tortured Poets Department as a thank you for that one time they went on a quest to retrieve an enchanted scarf from the monster James Gyllenborg. Who said that?

You were focused on the food in front of you, but if you’d looked up to see who walked in when you heard the door bells chime, you might have avoided the fiasco about to happen.

Your books were tucked under your arm so you could help Tyson out a little and start pouring the batter into cute heart-shaped molds. You filled two cups and were getting ready to start a third when someone shoved your back, hard. The two novels you were about to purchase fell into the batter bowl, now completely soaked. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” mumbled a voice from behind you.

“Watch where you’re going,” you hissed. If it was another one of those annoying New Rome boys, you swore you were going to–

You turned around and saw a blonde boy wearing a black vintage varsity jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. You would have brushed the matter aside and treated him like anyone else if you hadn’t seen the Imperial gold glasses, the scar on his lip, and that pair of electric blue eyes.

The same ones half the camp fawned over.

Holy Tartarus.

“Praetor Grace,” you said.

Jason tensed at the name. “Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

There was a bit of awkward silence, then he continued. “Every few months, either Reyna or I come here with the intention of doing shop inspections. Council work. Normally, we go in and introduce ourselves, but usually when I come here… is his name Tyson?”

“Tyson,” you agreed, still reeling from the shock.

“Yes. Him. He gets stressed out when I say I’m praetor, so I dressed a bit differently this time, to say the least. I only hope he doesn’t know my face well enough to recognize me.”

So that was why he was out of his professional attire. Anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t have guessed he co-led the camp. Oh gods, this must have been why New Rome was on edge today.

Jason peered over your shoulder to look at the bowl. His eyes widened when he saw the books. “Shit. Did I do that? I’m so sorry, I’ll pay–”

“No, it was an accident, it’s not your fault,” you interjected. You did not want to have to deal with the awkwardness of the praetor paying for you. Besides, Tyson didn’t mind these kinds of things too much, since you two were close.

Just then, said Cyclops walked out.

Both you and Jason rushed in front of the bowl mess. You weren’t anxious about the books – it was the batter. If Tyson found out it was ruined, he’d be devastated.

You felt queasy seeing the grin on his face. How were you going to get yourself out of this?

“Friend!” he exclaimed. “Brought another friend… a boyfriend?”

Laughing nervously, you said, “No, not my–”

Jason took your hand in his calloused yet warm one and beamed at Tyson. “That’s right. The name’s Mason. I’ve heard all about this wonderful shop!” 

What the fuck?

He looked at you, a hint of pleading in his eyes. Oh. You understood.

“Yes, he has, obviously.” You nodded hastily. “I just had to tell my loving, sweet, gorgeous boyfriend all about Cyclops Books!”

(Was it you, or did the praetor turn a little pink?)

He recovered fast, replying with, “Pfft. Says the most amazing, beautiful, and talented baker I know.” Jason moved aside to reveal what you’d been doing before he entered the store. At first, you panicked, but when you looked at the bowl and books, they were clean and separated, as if nothing had happened at all.

Tyson gasped. “Cupcakes!” He ran to clear items off the counter so he could move the setup to a better area.

“How did you do that?” You whispered out the corner of your mouth.

“Gravity acts on air. Child of Jupiter stuff and all that. I lifted the books out and transported the excess batter back into the bowl. Any remaining dust or bacteria I sent back into the atmosphere. I tried to direct it to the sewers. The cupcakes are fine.”

“Wow.” You were impressed. He’d gone that far for someone he barely even knew?

Tyson returned to pick up the baking materials and put them on the counter. He looked up with a bright expression. “Wait. Double date! Ella! Me! Mason! You! Pretty please?”

Um.

You were about to say no and tell him about getting punishment from Reyna – having to clean out Scipio’s stable for the whole week. It wasn’t a lie; you had been caught skipping out on training a few days ago. You were surprised Terminus even let you into New Rome, considering he was usually informed on who broke camp rules. But before you could respond, your new boyfriend did.

“That sounds perfect! This Friday at six? We could visit the cinema, maybe?”

Gleefully, the Cyclops clapped. “Yay! Good idea!”

“Great! It’s a date!” Jason smiled. He glanced at you, but you couldn’t read his expression. “I’ll pick you up thirty minutes early. I’ve got to go help out Cohort 5 now really quick, there’s a soldier that needs tending to. I’ll see you later?”

You stared at him for a few seconds before processing what he was asking you. “Of course. Totally. Yeah.”

He nodded and winked as he left the shop.

What just happened?

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Hand tight around the handle of his sword. Shadows pulled close, close, closer; cloak, hood, shroud. Still as a stone, hardly moving, barely breathing, waiting, waiting, tensing.

The whispers outside his cabin door grow louder.

He shot awake half an hour ago. A shift, under the cracked-open window, rustling, turning. Fabric, maybe, or fur brushing across the polished stone of the wall. Not a hellhound — he’d feel the bent shadows of its presence — nor any other creature from the Underworld, but clearly something dark, foreboding. Some heavy, stifling presence. And many of them, too, or perhaps one thing that is growing. It shouldn’t be possible within camp borders, but he can — feel it. A sense of ambush, of impending attack.

Every few minutes there’s a shake at his door handle. A wiggling of the Stygian iron metal, a whisper of sound as it’s jiggled, fruitlessly, a hiss as something draws away. The sound of quiet, throaty murmurs, muffled through the obsidian door. Escalating. Louder, louder; angrier, frantic.

Something is waiting for him.

It’s some comfort that it can’t get in. The handle was his design — not that most monsters would try to use it, but the burn as it touched their flesh, the threat of the Pit, would certainly would deter them. The obsidian doorway he insisted upon, regardless of skeletal complaints, was for practicality as much as pageantry. He has spent enough time in the well-run Land of the Dead to take notes from his father, paranoid he may be.

The noises, though, still grow stronger. Whatever is waiting for him has not been deterred by his fortifications, nor frightened by his aura of death. The handle jiggles again, and this time, the intruder is smarter — the lock turns, clicking as it is overcome, handle turning to follow it slowly, slowly. Nico holds his breath, gliding along the shadow, hovering in the doorway.

The door swings silently open. A clumsy lump of something steps hesitantly forward, huge and cumbersome; bulbous. At the front of it is a single long, glowing talon. The intruder pauses, contemplating, in the flood of low light, the cabin’s twisting shadows, turning slowly, carefully around. Nico glides along the floor, guessing at its blindspot, holding close to himself, waiting, waiting.

One.

The creature pauses.

Two.

The talon twitches to the left, following the creak of the settling bed springs.

Three.

Nico surges forward, bringing down his sword. It clangs against the talon, reverberating outwards, echoing the screams of the monster and tear of fabric —

“Nico! Nico! It’s us! Cool it! Watch the sword! Watch the sword!”

A burst of fire shoots upward, enveloping the cabin in a burst of white light. Nico hisses, nearly dropping his sword in his hassle to clamp his hand on top of his eyes, hunching protectively forward.

“Leo! Fucksake, you tryna blind us?!”

“Sorry! Sorry! He freaked me out, I flamed too hard!”

“Just fuckin’ — scream, next time! Jesus! I’ve gone blind!”

“What the fuck,” hisses Nico, blinking the spots out of his eyes, “are you idiots doing?”

In front of him stands not a monster but five infuriatingly familiar faces, each holding — for some reason — a mattress. Percy’s sword is still held loosely in front of him, and Jason’s jacket has been singed. Piper and Annabeth blink spots out of their eyes. Leo stands, in the charred ruins of his mattress, wringing his hands.

He glances up at the ceiling. Nico follows his gaze, noting where the black rock has been re-vulcanized into glass from the heat of the flames. He looks back down.

“From the bottom of my heart,” Leo says, solemnly, “my bad.”

Nico sinks to the floor with his head in his hands.

His friends, for some reason, take this as a cue. The heavy door is pushed back closed, cutting off the last of the low light from the Greek fire torches outside and the whistling of light wind. Someone feels around for a light switch, and, upon finding none, shrugs and pokes Leo until his nose catches fire, guiding him around until all the lamps and fairy lights have been located and turned on. Someone else — Annabeth, he guesses — begins instructing mattress placement, directing a crew to dig through his closet for linens. A comment about how spacious it is now that he’s not in it pops into his mind and he shoved it back down. He will not make light of the situation. He won’t.

“What the fuck,” he reiterates, louder this time.

Nobody answers. A faucet starts running in his background, and he hears the flip of a drachma.

“If nobody answers me in the next ten seconds I’m going to reanimate Andre the Giant and have him bodily throw y’all out. He will not be gentle. He will —”

“Y’all count,” they all say at once. Percy, gleefully from the bathroom’s running faucet, calls, “I’ll keep track! Remember if it goes over twelve I win!”

Nico snaps his mouth shut, ears burning.

Why has he remained at camp, again? He trained with Achilles and Patroclus. He learned how to read with Literal Shakespeare. Alan Turing taught him math. Not successfully, or anything, but still. He has no bearing here. He could be anywhere he wants to be, and for some reason he is putting up with unrepentant disrespect.

Nico four months ago would smite them. Nico five months ago would turn them to shadows for their insolence. Nico a few weeks ago, even, would have at least sulked off into the forest to cool of for several days.

Here he stands, Nico of tonight.

Unmoving in the centre of his sieged cabin.

No Andre the Giant raised.

No terrors inflicted.

Hardly even a threat.

What the shit.

“What love does to a young lad, eh?” Piper says, patting him condescendingly on the head. He aims a kick for her knees, which she unfortunately dodges, cackling and scampering away. He surges after her.

“I am several decades older than you, you little snot, what are you even talking about —”

“Older and uglier, you wrinkly ass bitch —”

“Guess who’s gonna be ugly when I remove the flesh from her body —”

“Ha! Catch me first, shrimp arms —”

“It’s working! I got it!” Walking very carefully, not unlike a toddler holding a too-full open cup for the first time, Percy steps out of the bathroom, faucet finally off. In his cupped hands is a quickly spinning vortex of sink water, letting off a fine mist. A prism taped to the side of his forehead refracts a rainbow into it. “Say hi, Hazel!”

“Hi,” says Hazel, waving from her surprisingly solid connection. She meets Nico’s eyes, grinning. He matches it immediately, dropping Piper out of the headlock he had her in.

“Hey,” he says, ignoring Piper’s dark muttering and promises for revenge. “You look eager.”

“I am eager. I heard we’re having a sleepover and talking about boys!”

“…You heard what.”

Percy shucks off his shoes, stepping gingerly over Jason and plopping right in the middle of the mattress pile, legs crossed. Nico realises for the first time that he is wearing pattered Superman pajamas, which is frustratingly endearing. He shifts the water vortex so that Hazel’s projection faces him.

“I’m so pumped,” he says earnestly. “I’ve never done this before. I’m so intrigued. Do we talk shit? Is that how it’s done? Is there swooning? I have a plan if there’s swooning.”

“We’ll get there, Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth brushes a hand through Percy’s hair as she walks by — somehow dignified, which is impressive, Nico has never seen anyone wobble over a mattress elegantly before — and presses a kiss to his forehead. He leans into it. “Ease into it.”

“Yeah,” Hazel snickers. She sticks her tongue out at Nico’s glare. “Don’t spook him.”

Nico throws his hands up. “Don’t spook me, she says. Heaven forbid anyone tell me what’s going on.”

“Well, you’re trying to court that boy, right? The cute one with the motormouth?”

Crazy how two sentences can reach down your throat, grip onto your beating heart, squeeze out your soul, drag it from your body, still pulsing, and leave it to actively shrivel on the floor next to your withered, fetal-positioned body to the audience of your cackling friends. Genuinely wild.

There’s a woman who wanders around the poplar fields of his father’s kingdom and has for tens of thousands of years — longer than even his father. Legend says she is the first user of language as it is understood in modernity. Nico may have to beat her up the next time he sees her. Or, well, try, ‘cause she’s jacked, but her crime cannot go unpunished. How dare she introduce the curse of language upon the human race.

“Which one of you,” he croaks, voice cracking more than Jason’s old man joints when he sneezes, “you — fuckers, told my sister about — about.”

If he says his name he’ll die. Like Voldemort except not stupid.

When he looks up, all five of them hold their hands proudly in the air.

“It was more of a conference call,” Jason explains. “And it was less ‘us telling’ and more us calling to say hey, Hazel, Nico keeps shutting down every time this particular person smiles at him, and then Hazel went oh, is it the medic boy he keeps rambling about when he calls me, and we went yeah, totally, can you elaborate on the rambling —”

“Cool.” Nico scrambles to his feet, brushing off his sweatpants, tucking his sword under his arm. “I’m going to go drown myself, if y’all will excuse me.”

He barely makes it one quarter step away from the stupid fucking mattress pile.

“Initiate part two of the plan!” Annabeth hollers.

“Y’all count!” Percy yells.

Without waiting to be chased, Nico sprints for the door. Immediately a fireball is launched at the handle before he can reach, melting it. He veers for the window, but a gust of air slams it shut, and a shining dagger pins the lock in place. In his final desperate dive for the nearest shadow, Piper sprints over — curse her long legs — and tackles him to the ground, rolling them both towards the nearest light source.

“Every single one of you —”

“Ow! Teeth away! Teeth away! Don’t make me muzzle you!”

“—except you, Hazel, never you —”

“Jason! He’s fuckin’ — his nails are clawed into the doorframe, help me!”

“—will be facing me in judgement day! And I shall not be lenient!”

“Quit trying to bite me or I’ll beat you up again!”

“No! Suffer!”

Conveniently, a spot on the uncomfortable floor has been left free of mattresses and pillows and beddings so that Nico and Piper can claw the shit out of each other properly. He lands a good hit on his collarbone, but she jams her heel into his ribs when he foolishly leaves his left side open. He manages to pin her arms to her sides with his legs, but she mirrors the move and squeezes her thighs around his neck.

“Do you usually just let them kill each other?”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it. They didn’t get to spar yesterday so they’re a bit pent up, they’ll be fine soon.”

“…Must be a Greek thing.”

“Don’t you guys have Violence Fridays?”

“Uh, not quite.”

“We have war games,” Jason explains, “but there are generally repercussions for aiming for one’s jugular.”

Annabeth frowns. “Well, that seems flawed. How do you children ever learn to defend themselves?”

“If I recall correctly, by surviving to adulthood.”

“Touché.”

Knowing the scolding he’s about to get is going to be fierce, Nico rolls them both towards his (thankfully untouched) bed, sinking them into the shadows under it and popping up on top of Jason’s reclining body. As he planned, the combined chaos of Jason’s screech and Piper’s nausea gives him just enough leeway to kick himself free and scramble away behind Annabeth. Not that she’ll usually protect him, but he has a feeling that she has an itinerary and is therefore invested in keeping them on task.

“Okay,” she says, holding Piper back by the forehead — success. “Piper, put the nails away. Nico, quit making faces at her or I’m gonna let her claw you. Go sit on opposite ends of the mattress pile.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” they both say, immediately cowering and Annabeth’s glare and scampering to do as asked.

“Thank you. Alright, everybody grab a blanket and gather around. Nico, is there a — thermostat in here, or something?” She tightens the skull-patterned blanket (that she stole from his closet like the thief that she is) around her shoulders. “It’s freezing.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “I prefer to have my external environment the internal temperature of my soul.”

He smiles smugly to himself at the chorus of boos that echo around him. That was a good one. He feels no shame.

“You should,” Percy tells him seriously.

“Stick your finger in a socket.”

Annabeth tosses an overflowing binder into the centre of the mattress pile before they can really start to go at it.

“Be quiet and behold,” she says grandly, “the plan.”

Nico stares at it dubiously. “The plan.”

“Yes, the plan.”

“Say plan one more time and I’m chewing the floor.”

“You’re such an odd person.”

“Having your fucked up ghost mentor put you in a labyrinth to be hunted for sport by his monster friends for ‘training’ will do that to you.”

Will once told him that he reverts to making people uncomfortable via depressing personal anecdotes when he is nervous. Startlingly perceptive for someone who, in the same breath, asked Nico if he could bring his siblings to the picnic Nico had planned in the strawberry fields for them, alone, at sunset.

“Just — open the binder, oh my gods.”

Huffing, Nico does.

It’s less intimidating than it looks. The heavily doodled title page reads OPERATION: WOOING WILL, which is embarrassing, but the rest of it is as cleanly professional. Several sub chapters including plans A-L, gathered information, outside input, sources, and hand-drawn diagrams are neatly organized and typed out. It’s even in dyslexia-friendly font. Truly a work of art. Too bad Nico is considering incinerating it.

“It’s not even gonna work,” he mumbles, pointedly avoiding the six pairs of eyes watching him. Well, five, Leo walked in the cabin and immediately got distracted by something else. He’s been poking at a pile of bronze for the past forty minutes at least. “He’s — unplannable.”

“Nothing’s unplannable.”

“He is. He doesn’t — think about things. In the same way.” Nico traces his fingers over a page titled Dropping Hints — How Begging Someone To Go Out With You Has Changed In Seventy Years. “You and me’ll see someone go out of their way to make life easier on somebody and know they’re — crushing, or whatever. But Will goes out of his way for everybody, all the time. It’s not odd for him.”

“Can’t you just tell him? Outright?” Hazel asks. “I mean, he told you, didn’t he?”

“That’s different.”

It isn’t, really. Nico could tell him. He could walk up to breakfast tomorrow and just blurt it out. Same words, even. I think you’re gorgeous.

He wants to. He wants Will to know, wants his bright eyes to go wide and his nose to go red and his voice to go quiet as he says, really? And Nico wants to feel the goosebumps that cover his arms when he rubs his thumb over the inside of his wrist and says, yes. Wants to watch him shiver as he says, you make me feel safe, you know. Watch his golden eyelashes flutter as he adds, wanted. Safe and wanted.

“It has to feel right.”

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[leoruby-draws]

Decided to dump a bunch of drawings, mostly just random characters I've drawn. Most of these are the young heroes the batkids hang out with, like with Lorena and Cass up in the left corner. Wonder what their talking about, maybe roast Jason and Koryak off-screen perhaps.

Couple of doodles of Carrie as a sweetie-pie and then in her warbird form, I like to think she got some help with this and is able to control it to an extent (she mostly transforms when super angry). Random doodle of Jessica Cruz, I've said this before but she used to be my favorite before I got into Jason Todd. Sorry Jess lmao!

Up in the right corner is Jenni excitedly telling Cass about the Legion in the far future, its her dream to join them. I guess they started out much younger, also I made Imra resemble her cartoon design, loved how alien but pretty she was. Bottom corner is Danny acting like a spy and exchanging the latest titans gossip to Jason. They were friends in canon, so they' be friends in my au. I thought about making Danny join the kiddie outlaws but I kinda like the thought of him being more of an ally to all the kid hero teams.

Some drawing of Steph and friends, her and Kara hang out all the time, we also see Kara with her cat Streaky. Also there's Steph meeting Prism aka Audrey Spears, I don't think she'll join Steph's team fully but she'll probably be like an auxiliary member of sorts.

There's other members of Steph's team Eliza Harmon, Bobby Barnes and Miri Raim. Look at Miri bothering poor Carol Ferris, she just loves her mentor a lot, Carol just want's some peace and quiet lol.

Also I already posted the Cyclone and Stargirl drawings in other posts while back, just putting the full drawing her.

More doodles, there's Tefe and her plant friend 'playing' with Eddie, Jason doesn't approve lol. Below is Lori Zechlin showing off to Owen Mercer and Jack Moore, seems like the 2 oldest members like to indulge Lori, the baby of the team, in her antics.

Top right corner are 3 random heroes being friendly, Courtney Mason, Miguel Devante and Anita Fite. Miguel Devante is also known as Vulcan, a suuuuper obscure hero who's also a legacy character of Son of Vulcan. He's have very few appearances, I thought his mini was ok I did like his costume a bit even if it was kinda over-designed. Hope DC gives this character a chance someday.

Also check out the Batkids playing some card games, looks like Jason's a bit of a sore loser (also Steph did cheat, she's loves causing trouble.)

Back to Miguel, part of his backstory involves the White Martians, its part of his mission to fight against him. This gives me the idea to have Miguel be an ally or auxiliary member to Steph's team actually. The reason is to create comedic drama with M'gann, who's also on the team, try to make sure Miguel never finds out that she's actually a white martian herself. A pretty funny scenario I think.

Anyways, hope you liked all that.

[elysiality]

Hiya, I loved your Yandere!Athena HCs! Could you maybe write Yandere Percy and Jason x reader HCs, like in a poly situation? Thank you! ❤️

yandere PJO! Percy Jackson x demigod! darling X yandere HOO! Jason Grace 🌊☁️⚔️ - general hcs

!!WARNINGS!!: yandere, obsessive and stalkerish behavior, manipulation, mentions of vi0lence and murd3r, overprotectiveness, jealousy, etc etc you know the drill

pairing/s: yandere pjo!Percy and Jason x demigod!darling

a/n: sorry it took so long anonie, i kept losing motivation lol

So let's start this off strong, if this was pre-Blood of Olympus Percy and Jason, they definitely would've killed each other for you soooo...

Let's just assume this is pre-Trials of Apollo Percy and Jason

You were one of the half-blood campers who went to New Rome for college

And by some stroke of luck (or not) you managed to catch the eye of two of the most powerful demigods ever known, Percy Jackson and Jason Grace

I'd assume that both of them would already be in a relationship with each other when you showed up

Jason would be the first one who would notice you

He had noticed Frank showing you around the campus while he was in one of the cafes and he was immediately intrigued by the reserved air you held about you

How you shyly thanked Frank for showing you around and how you looked around the campus like it made was straight out of Mount Olympus

In Jason's eyes, anyone who can appreciate the beauty of Rome is gorgeous to him

So naturally he developed an interest in you

Jason is a very communicative boyfriend and the second he realised he might have developed feelings for you, he immediately told Percy

Of course, it wasn't like he wasn't in love with Percy, it's just that you had caught his eye too

At first, Percy was pissed. Percy is a rather overprotective boyfriend to have and he immediately began digging up on you, to find out who had been attracting his boyfriend

However, when he started learning more about you, he couldn't stop himself from liking you

For some reason, you had the same effect on him that Jason did and he immediately understood why you had caught Jason's eye

The two of them had a long conversation and agreed to try to win you over

So they would start reading into you, finding out what you like, what your hobbies are, things like that

They didn't realise it but they developed quite the obsession with you, observing you late into the night, thinking about you constantly

Finally they approached you, on the pretense of wanting to welcome the new blood

You were quite flattered to have such important demigods willingly offer to be your guides and immediately took up their offer of friendship, starting to hang around with them more

I feel like Percy and Jason would genuinely want to be your boyfriends instead of kidnapping you or just making you fall in love with them so it would be easier to get you

They want a healthy, normal relationship with you but they don't realise that their love for you goes far too deep for a normal relationship

Your friendship would start off really simple, just things like picnics in the gardens of Rome, late night study sessions, the occasionally fighting monsters outside camp

Slowly they'd become more bold, starting to bring you gifts, surprising you with things that they had handmade from the Vulcan campers, just for you

They'd finally offer the option of joining their relationship to you one late night and they'd be absolutely over the moon when you shyly accepted

Once they're officially your boyfriends, you'd notice them competing with each other for your affection

It'd start off with small things, like if Percy took you out to a gorgeous beach on a weekend as a little relaxing surprise for you, you'd notice Jason eyeing him a little challengingly

Then Jason would take you on a surprise flying trip to wherever you wanted and and would have a lovely time with you, only to come back home to a rather grumpy Percy

Of course they still love each other, but they can't help but feel a little more competitive when it comes towards you

Honestly, it's one of the things that keeps their relationships going and it's rather interesting to watch at times too

I have this headcanon that Jason cooks really well so he'd learn your favourite food and make it for you <3 (just don't ask HOW he knows your favourite food since you never told him)

Percy is insistent that you learn how to swim so he'll drag you to the beach at random and try to teach you how to swim if you don't already know

If you DO know, he'll try teaching you tricks and will show off his own stunts underwater to general applause (although Jason keeps berating him for it since it makes Percy dizzy, he's usually on a lounge chair, watching you two)

Percy isn't very happy if you wear a revealing swimsuit but let's it go when Jason reminds him that not only can they both fight, so can you

He still glares at everyone who looks at you in even a slightly admiring way but usually Jason is there to restrain him from dousing them in sea water

I think they probably wouldn't punish you or such, since they didn't have to kidnap you to get you and since they don't like hurting you

I'd say the most they'd do as a 'punishment' is ignore you for a few days, essentially isolating you but just from them

And of course, since you love them so much, it's pure torture to you so you do everything you can to make up to them

Both of them looooove reminding you how gorgeous you are

Percy totally takes photos of you all the time with a Polaroid, no matter whether you're eating, studying, sleeping

When you stay up late to study at night, Jason is right by your side, providing you with an unlimited supply of coffee or hot chocolate, whichever you prefer

Percy would probably study with you since he isn't very good at studies either but he'd probably get really easily distracted by how pretty you were which results in Jason having to smack him on the head (and then kiss his forehead because he felt bad about it)

They NEVER forget important dates

Anniversaries, birthdays, special holidays you like, they will ALWAYS remember

Both of them spend hours with each other while pondering your gifts (and each other's but neither one of them tells each other that)

It's always a thoughtful, sweet gift whether valuable in sentiment or use

They spoil you as much as they can with what money they have

Jason leaves little notes for you all over your dorm, some reminders and some just sweet compliments <33

Percy definitely brings you random trinkets from his father's palace when he goes to visit <3

Both of them LOVE showing off their horses, offering rides to you at random odd hours of the day

If anyone dared to ask you out, usually Percy would pull them into his cabin to talk to them, with Jason by his side as he calmly tries to explain that you were already dating them

Usually, the demigods of two of the most powerful Olympians confronting them regarding a loved one, would have any demigod with any common sense immediately apologizing and promising not to do it again

If some idiot, however, ignores their (Percy's) warnings, neither Percy or even Jason can guarantee their safety next time they're in the air or the sea

They may not have as many powers over their respective domains but they have enough to cause 'accidents', small things that confuse, weaken or hurt the unfortunate fool who chose you to have a crush on

They wouldn't go as far as to kill anyone though, unless it's in a fit of rage (Percy) or they decide it's well deserved (Jason)

Overall, they're amazing boyfriends and the chances of you ever finding out about their obsession is almost zero since they're so sweet and loving that it distracts you from all the red flags <3

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a/n: the ending was lazy but kindly forgive me for that, it was like 3 am, I'm so sorry ☠️☠️

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[nyxdreamweaver]

Now introducing...Cyra de la Mort!! Jason's older sister, Octavian's dear friend, daughter of Vulcan, and Legacy of Orcus

(Rip my girl. She needs to clock in and haunt the narrative)

[groverapologist]

valgrace kids hcs:

(art credir: Makowka on Picrew)

Mateo and Sofia

Mateo is the older sibling and a legacy of aphrodite. they go by they/he.

Sofia is the younger sister and a daughter of vulcan. she goes by she/her.

They have a two year age gap.

Mateo:

he was adopted when he was 1-2.

they are of Afrolatino Puerto Rican heritage.

Mateo, unlike their papa, is very gentle and soft, and unlike their dad, doesn't know how to fight. not unlike dad, Mateo's very accident prone since childhood. Jason makes sure to remove any staplers in the house.

they're a grandchild of Aphrodite, so their powers are limited. surprisingly strong amokinesis for a legacy, almost to the same level as their demigod counterparts.

sometimes jason and leo can't believe they raised someone so soft and gentle when they're so messed up from all the fighting. both argue that Mateo gets their gentleness from the other.

Sofia:

adopted when she was 3-4.

she is of mexican heritage.

leo and jason were just as nervous adopting her as they were mateo because they were aware there would be differences with raising a girl.

she takes after leo a lot. she's very loud and hyperactive but also incredibly smart and experiences really strong hyperfocus.

Jason jokes that Sofia is all Leo's work due to how much she resembles him in demeanor. To a lot of people's surprise, she tended to spend more time with Jason growing up.

[long-lost-king]

Intro Post

(mood board found on pinterest)

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"I never asked for the throne."

BASICS

◇ Name : Hunter Sidney-Bryan Jones-Stark

◇ Alias : Riptide

◇ Age : 18

◇ Gender : Male

◇ Pronouns : He/Him

◇ Sexuality : Panromantic Demisexual

◇ Birthdate : July 14th, 2006

◇ Birthplace : Los Angeles, California, USA

◇ Powers : Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Stamina, Enhanced Senses, Telepathic Communication with Horses, Boars and Sea Creatures, Water Manipulation, Healing in water, Breathing Underwater, Expert navigation when in water, Can survive high falls if landing in water, Can stay perfectly dry underwater, Weapons Mastery, Combat Expertise, Limited Snow and Ice Manipulation, Limited Earth Manipulation, Limited Weather Control, Cold Resistance

◇ Occupation : College Freshman & Emperor of the New Roman Empire

◇ Face-Claim : Trey Sweeney

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"The only choice I was ever given, and I chose you."

FAMILY

◇ Grandfather : Mars (Maternal), Saturn (Paternal), Howard Stark Sr. (Adoptive)

◇ Grandmother : Patrica Doyle (Maternal), Ops (Paternal), Unknown (Adoptive)

◇ Father : Neptune (Biological), Keith Jones (Step), Howard Stark (Adoptive)

◇ Mother : Lisa Jones (Biological, Deceased), Maria Stark (Adoptive)

◇ Aunts : Kimberly Doyle (Maternal, Deceased), Juno (Paternal), Ceres (Paternal)

◇ Uncles : Jupiter (Paternal), Pluto (Paternal), Edward Stark (Adoptive, Deceased)

◇ Brothers : Jared Jones-Letang (Maternal-Half), Corey Seager (Paternal-Half) Ziggy Lucas (Paternal-Half), Ben Walker (Paternal-Half) Cameron Jones-Letang (Twin), Percy Jackson-Sweeney (Paternal-Half), Tanner Jones-Barton (Step), Tony Stark (Adoptive)

◇ Sisters : Maybelle Henderson (Paternal-Half), Marisol Barnes-Romanova (Paternal-Half) ( @sunnybeach0716 ), Clover Tide-Sheppard (Paternal-Half) ( @lupinegirl ), Pepper Potts (Adoptive, Sister-In-Law) ( @pepperpotts-official )

◇ Cousins : Jason Grace-Brown (Paternal), Thalia Grace-Brown (Paternal), Nico Di Angelo-Lang (Paternal), Hazel Levesque-Lang (Paternal), Diana (Paternal), Phobeus (Paternal), Minerva (Paternal), Vulcan (Paternal) Sophia Doyle (Maternal), Leah Doyle (Maternal)

◇ Nephews : Open

◇ Nibling : Finley Bjerke-Stark ( @not-even-full-genius )

◇ Neices : Serena Stark ( @serenastark-official ), Morgan Stark ( @officialmorganstark )

◇ Friends : Daniella Romanoff-Barnes ( @lenas-baby-sis ) Annabeth Chase ( @xx-annabeth-xx ), Kit Romanoff-Campbell ( @red-room-boy ), Nate Barton ( @its-nate-the-sharpshot ), Cat Wilson ( @thebestmerc-1 ), Evelyn Lune ( @cypherlune ), Bucky Barnes ( @official-buckybarnes ) Yelena Belova ( @the-best-black-widow ), Aurora Byers-Rogers-Barton ( @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 ), Evelyn Lune ( @cypherlune ), Wylan Novak ( @stareyeofficial )

◇ Advisor : Darias Taylor-Banner ( @official-mr-sunshine )

◇ Love Interest : Open

[manygeese]

ok I know it’s been a while but we’re back at it again with the Sally and Esperanza au (inspired by @poppitron360)

basically if you missed the first one, Leo and Esperanza move to New York, Esperanza meets Sally and they fall in love 🥰 when Leo and Percy are eight and nine respectively, Gaea swallows them up, they go to CHB, Leo gets claimed instantly, Percy has to wait until 3 years later when he gets the TLT quest and saves his moms from the underworld

ANYWAYS! What would HoO look like in this AU?

The first thing I’d change would be who gets the Hera Swap Treatment™️. And ALSO! Who would be in the Seven in general. I think, instead of Percy (to enforce the familial tragedy lol make him suffer), Reyna would be in the Seven. So in this AU, Leo and Reyna get swapped.

So the Lost Hero trio would be Reyna, who wakes up on this unfamiliar bus with no clue where she is but a gut feeling something is wrong. Annabeth, who is searching undercover for her boyfriend’s brother (AKA her partner in crime). And Piper, who also has no clue what’s going on but is really bummed that the people she thought were her best friends don’t seem to know her anymore.

Really interesting opportunity to discuss Reyna’s connection to Rome, since Bellona doesn’t have a Greek equivalent. Who would she be claimed by? How would she fit in? When they hold campfires, does she feel a distinct sense of camaraderie that she’s longed for for so long?

Also, concept: Reyna, Annabeth, and Piper stop by the Jackson-Valdez household before making their way to California. Percy’s just like “sure, you can crash for tonight. Gods know you’ll need the rest (and my mom’s special blue cookies for good luck)”. But Piper’s just like “what HAPPENED? Why is this apartment so SAD?” Like the happiness has just been sucked out. Esperanza isn’t even there, she’s at the garage, pretending like her son is at home. Sally is looking through baby photos and stress writing and doing a million different things because maybe by the time she actually thinks about her son he’ll be in her arms again.

The Son of Neptune (or Son of Vulcan, in this case) trio would be Leo, Jason, and Hazel I think because I have a distinct image of Hazel and Jason having awkward cousin vibes. Like, “their older siblings play Mario kart together on Christmas so they’re friends only because of proximity” cousins. And Leo’s over here doing horribly crooked cartwheels to lighten the mood.

I have Thoughts about Son of Vulcan in this AU omg. So many Thoughts. Jason and Hazel finally getting each other when they kill Alcyoneus together, while Leo is fighting for his life to free Thanatos and kill all these freaky-deaky monsters. Jason and Hazel freaking the fuck out when Leo chugs gorgon blood like it’s whiskey. Jason and Leo finding Hazel standing on a rock surrounded by cereal babies. Hazel side eying Leo wondering if he’s her old crush from grade school back in the forties. Just. Son of Vulcan trio.

Another thing, I think these two books should happen at the same time because I think it’d be interesting to let both of the swapped heroes integrate more. Like, give me fearless leader Reyna whipping her (tween) troops into shape, but Camp Half-Blood just being like “dam this lady’s super cool but she needs to chill the FUCK out. stop training my eight year old brother in sword fighting he’s gonna kill me the next time I have to wake him up early”. Give me an unconfident Leo learning to be a leader after being in his brother’s shadow.

also I yapped to @puzzled-pegasus about this so here you go

[ashyjingles]

The Kings Of Rome

I've just read Chapter 3 of SPQR by Mary Beard which means its time for another post with my comments on it and how I plan/want to use it for my Camp Jupiter fic from Riordan's Heroes of Olympus Series. (Oh, the things I do for you Jason Grace) Why? Because I can. Also this makes it easier so I don't have to go flipping through pages every time I want to find something lol

Before there were the Emperors of Rome, there were the Kings of Rome. Roman literature names around six from the time Romulus, the original founder in some myths, died, to when the Roman Republic started.

The first was Romulus, who isn't counted in the six kings; then there was Numa Pompilius, who played a large part in the religion of Ancient Rome; Tullus Hostilius, a 'renowned warmonger'; Ancus Marcius, founder of Rome's seaport at Ostia; Tarquinius Priscus, who I remembered as the Tarquin Prior to his son (I got confused a lot lmao) and who developed the Roman Forum; Servius Tullius, who created the Roman census; and Tarquinius Superbus who I remembered as the Tarquin that superseded his father and was such a terrible king that he ended the regal era in Rome.

Beard talks about how there was little evidence to support these kings existing, up until the the black stone in the Forum mentioned in chapter 2 was discovered

There was also a set of black stone slabs in the pavement of the Forum, making it distinct from the rest of the flooring in the area. When the stone below it was excavated, an early shrine, possibly to the god Vulcan was found, along with Athenian pottery, early Latin written in stone, and every day trinkets such as cups and jewelry. Some Romans at the time believed it to be an unlucky spot, others believed it to be Romulus’ grave.

with text written in archaic Latin that includes the word rex, or king ("RECEI as it appears in the early form of language used there"). The text is nearly incomprehensible -- much of it missing, making it incomplete and impossible to fully understand like much archeological evidence from so far back. It does, however, provide evidence that Rome was in fact a monarchy of sorts at some point.

Beard mentions how the use of the term "King" might not mean what we expect it to, considering how Rome most likely was still a small community at the time and we don't have the full context of the text. She suggests that Rome may not have been as developed as accounts suggest, and that the kings may have been more chief-like than king-like.

The community, based on archeological evidence and surrounding towns' development, would have been around 20,000 to 30,000 inhabitants. In contrast, one claim was that Rome had 80,000 adult male citizens alone in 200BCE, making the total population around 200,000 which is unlikely for a relatively new community in it's time. Given the smaller community, a more chief-like leader like the one Beard suggested could be more appropriate.

Numa Pompilius and Servius Tullius were two of the listen kings credited with some of Rome's greatest defining qualities, such as the structure of the official Roman religion and the Roman census respectively.

Roman religion was not "particularly concerned with personal salvation or morality" (page 103). Instead, they performed rituals to earn the gods' favour and ensure they aided Rome. They boasted how their devotion brought them good fortune and explained misfortune away as ignoring a bad omen or messing up a ritual.

Numa was credited with establishing a series of priesthoods to take charge of major rituals. One of these priesthoods was the Vestal Virgins, whose job was to keep the flame in the sacred hearth of the Forum burning.

Another feat accredited to Numa was making a twelve month calendar, each with 29 days. It's essentially made up of twelve lunar months, with an extra month added occasionally to keep up with the solar year in a similar fashion to the extra day we add in leap year.

Servius Tullius was credited with the census. Every citizen in the city would have their wealth recorded and would be assigned to a certain classification on the principle of 'the richer you are the more substantial and expensive equipment you can provide for yourself'. The highest class would have a full set of heavy bronze armour, and each lower class would have progressively lighter armour all the way down to the 5th class who would fight with slings and stones. The poorest were exempt from military service entirely. They were put into groups called "centuries".

Despite their name the groups would not be made up of 100 people. Because people in higher classes had more gear, they would be put into smaller centuries. The richest class was split into 80 centuries, the poorest would make 1 large one, and the middle 3 classes in between would each have 20-30 centuries with an additional 18 centuries of elite calvary and some special groups of engineers and musicians to make 193 total centuries.

Each century had 1 vote. So all the poorest class all together would only have 1 vote despite making a large percentage of the population, while the richest would have 80 votes put together. This gives the rich more voting power than the poor and, when combined with the 18 elite calvary, enough weight to outnumber all the lower classes combined in votes. (...I think. The centuries part really confused me and I had to draw a little diagram thing lmao)

Beard comments on how unlikely it would be for such an early period of Rome to come up with this system. She says it fits in with Romans' tendencies to make more modern achievements seem like they happened further in the past to make themselves seem more 'grand.'

"Whether or not anyone called Numa Pompilius ever existed is impossible to know; still less whether he did any of the things described ... But no matter how legendary or, at best, shadowy Numa was, one thing seems certain: some form of the calendar ascribed to him is the product of an early period in Rome's history" (page 104). So while we don't know for certain if these accomplishments credited to the kings were in fact a result of people named Numa Pompilius or Servius Tullius, they did occur due to someone in the regal era.

Tarquinius Priscus, another king of Rome, was murdered by the sons of his predecessor, Servius. Servius was placed on the throne due to being a favourite of Pricsus' wife and was murdered by Superbus. The violent history of the last three kings set them apart from the rest, but so did their history with Etruria.

Some accounts say that Etruscans held Rome for a short time, but there's no archeological evidence to suggest a takeover of the city at any point. Instead, there's lots of evidence of Etruscan towns being well versed in trade.

Lots of Etruscan sites had Athenian pottery and other imports. Natural minerals, especially bronze, was a large export for them and can be found in nearby places and cities.

*TW for mention of rape/sexual assault and suicide in the next set of paragraphs

The last king, Tarquinus Superbus, reinged with tyranny. He exploited the poor citizens of Rome, forcing them to build various projects of his to the point that several committed suicide. One of his sons raped Lucretia, the wife of Lucius Tarquinius Collatinus after the son, Sextus Tarquinius, threatened to kill her and a slave and make it look like a case of infidelity. Lucretia agreed to do what he wanted, and after told her husband and father what happened, and killer herself.

A wife's chastity/infidelity was a defining part of a wife and husband's relationship, making this a powerful story for Romans. Lucius Junius Brutus, who was at the scene of her death, vowed in that moment to rid Rome of kings forever.

Between the labour and the rape, Brutus was able to gain the support of many people and send Tarquin and his sons into exile. Brutus and Lucretia's husband, Collatinus, became the first two consuls of Rome. This was the birth of "the Republic" and several new founding myths were created, such as this was when the Island in the middle of the River Tiber was created, and the Temple of Jupiter on Capitoline Hill was dedicated to this first year.

Long summary. Oops. Anyways, as for my own commentary, I don't have any overarching connections, but I did take a lot of small notes.

Would Jason know archaic Latin? Would Roman demigods in general know archaic Latin? I think considering it's their history and they've brought a lot of it with them to New Rome, I'd go with yes. As someone who doesn't know Latin, I'm wondering what the difference is now though lol.

Having large names in myths/history led to a lot of people in Rome claiming descent from them. (The Brutus involved with Julius Caesar claimed descent from the Brutus in this chapter.) In Camp Jupiter they have legacies descended from other demigods, and the letters tied to their legacy. I can't quite remember it right now and I don't have the book, but it was like a certification of their lineage. I'm wondering if it would be interesting to make some related to certain figures of the past or if I should avoid it.

Part of Rome's historians recording a history far beyond what the city was probably capable of for the time period were many "great battles" between Rome's fighting force and unknown opponents. I think it could be a way to tie mysteries in Rome's history to the Riordanverse by explaining it as fighting monsters.

The civil conflict comes back in this chapter with the Kings and the fight for the throne between the last three kings. I know there's a civil conflict by the time we reach Heroes of Olympus with Octavian and Reyna, but I'm wondering how likely it is that there would be another issue even before Jason disappears, and how much of an interesting storyline/drawn out parallel it would be.

Would New Rome still have the census? Other governments today have adopted it in sorts, and now I'm wondering how similar to the original New Rome would have theirs, if one at all. I'm wondering about the political body in New Rome entirely, if I'm being honest. I know teenagers run Camp Jupiter, but do the praetors also run New Rome? Or do they have their own governing system?? Rick Riordan, I have questions. Like, LOTS.

Would priesthoods like the ones Numa invented still be around? Or are things more personalized and/or run by the praetors and augur. Given the small population, I wouldn't be surprised if that was something the latter were in charge of. Regardless, their devotion is still a large part of their lives.

Speaking of Numa, he's the one who founded the idea of a pontifex, which is what Jason becomes. I think it would be an interesting idea to reference his name at least a few times almost as a way to foreshadow it.

There's lots of bronze found in the Estrucan sites. My first thought, becomes the Riordanverse is ever present in the back of my mind, was celestial bronze. It could be, but given their proximity to the Romans who primarily use imperial gold, I'm not sure. Is there a potential the Romans used both at one point, but in their effort to separate the two parties their minds were wiped of celestial bronze? Either way, I think Jason and Reyna talking about wanting to visit these sites, partly for their history, but also because they wonder about the weapons, would be interesting, especially once they start running out. (In HoO they talk about wanting to visit the founding lands despite it being forbidden. I think it's a wonderful part of their relationship that I want to include.)

I will admit this chapter has me thinking about what the politics of New Rome would look like, but the next chapter is on the creation of Rome's political system during the time of the Republic so I'm saving my thoughts until I get through that section.

Sorry for the underwhelming notes lmao some chapters really are more of a history lesson for me than a way to tie Ancient Rome to the Riordanverse.

Jason Grace & Cicero Parallels || Chapter 1 on Cicero (and Catiline) Lupa || Chapter 2 on Roman Founding Myths Kings Of Rome || Chapter 3 on the Regal Period

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

I just know Alfred has an industrial kitchen somewhere in that manor. He's got close to 20 people that can show up with no notice, most of them teenage vigilantes.

He's got a loyalty discount from Vulcan and you know he has a Robo-coup and a Vitamix. He's got equipment that will make every chef jealous and you know the big kitchen is hidden away and locked up tighter then the Batcave.

Bruce knows where it is. Jason knows it exists. For everyone else it might as well be an urban legend

[cabintenangel]

filling in the blanks as we go

jason grace x roman!reader ♡

author’s notes ౨ৎ part two of this jason fic! i also posted this last year and after this part it’ll all be new writing 😋 enjoy

disclaimers ౨ৎ nothing really, a bit of swearing and pop culture references LOL :)

You liked to think of your life as pretty normal.

Training sessions, mythology studies, war games, the usual. In your free time, you would hang out with your friends, visit New Rome, read books, listen to music, and occasionally sneak out to the mortal world.

But the praetor pretending to be your boyfriend? That was new.

Walking out of Cyclops Books, you thought about what to do next. You’d just finished baking the cupcakes with Tyson, and he’d let you take the extras home. You were planning to share them with Piper and relay the recent events, since who was better to tell than the daughter of love?

Just then, you saw your SPQR tattoo emanate a dark purple glow – the sign to return to barracks immediately.

A few months ago, the Council had proposed that all probatio and those of higher ranking have some way to be alerted if there was an emergency. In response, the praetors had worked with the children of Vulcan to design a little chip that would be placed underneath one’s forearm skin. It was connected to a special device that could activate a color change to the Camp Jupiter purple when needed. Probatio didn’t have tattoos yet, so they got the smallest (and least painful) chips, while other rankings received slightly larger ones so all their SPQR markings lit up. It was nasty to get them inserted, but if anyone complained, Reyna would list off a variety of unpleasant situations where they might be killed if they didn’t have the system. If anyone chose to ignore the alert, they were guaranteed to drop a rank.

You hurried back to the New Rome entrance and exit area. Upon seeing your glowing tattoo, Terminus (surprisingly) made no judgemental comments and ushered you out of the city. At least, you thought he did. It was hard to tell, since he had no arms.

As you headed inside the official campgrounds, you spotted a circle of worried-looking demigods waiting near the barracks. The two praetors as well as Hazel, Frank, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and another boy you didn’t know were at the front, urgently discussing something in hushed tones. You suddenly realized that this probably had to do with the reason Jason had abruptly left Cyclops Books – something about needing to help out a soldier?

Piper, Leo, and Nico were all gathered near their friends, but the two groups weren’t speaking. Piper had her arms crossed and was talking to Leo as he nodded along.

You rushed to them, out of breath. “Hey. Do you guys know what’s going on?”

Leo shook his head. “No. We tried asking them about it, but they said they’d tell us soon enough. We didn’t push it any further, since they seemed really stressed. Honestly, considering the last time this alert was triggered, it’s probably nothing too serious. Gods, that was embarrassing. People can’t even enjoy Sabrina anymore, man.”

(Last time, Frank had caught Leo at a party dancing shirtless on top of a table while Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter played. The big guy panicked and sent out a signal to the entire camp. After that incident, Reyna banned him from using the device any more.)

Piper looked at you and grinned mischievously. “Speaking of Jason, he’s been glancing at you a lot since you arrived. Anything you want to tell me?” You almost choked on air.

Nico sighs. “Just because a person looks at another person doesn’t mean there’s something between them, Piper. We’re not all like you and Shel who give each other heart eyes when you’re not sitting together at the campfire.”

“Can’t a girl admire her beautiful and perfect girlfriend? Anyway, stop pretending you and Solace weren’t staring at each other like forbidden lovers last night just because you were on different Monopoly teams–”

“That’s different!”

“Oh, are you being sexist right now? You clearly haven’t unlearned the ways of the 1930s–”

“Attention!” Reyna’s firm voice silenced everyone in the area. “We have assembled here today due to a missing young soldier from the Fifth Cohort. We have good reason to believe she is in the woods just beyond the Field of Mars. With the help of Jake Mason, a son of Hephaestus from Camp Half-Blood–” She gestured to the boy that had been talking to their group earlier. “–we plan to send two soldiers as scouts.”

Whispers broke out among the demigods when Reyna said the last bit. They didn’t last long, however; Aurum and Argentum barked furiously, which was enough to make people listen.

The praetor continued. “Recently, we’ve discovered that more than one individual may have an empathy link as long as a satyr is involved, so we plan to set up one between the two soldiers and Grover Underwood here in case any danger is encountered on the way. Jake has found an old device that scans brain similarities: thought process, frequent emotions, cognitive functions, and so on. We will select the individuals with the most alike minds so the empathy link takes up the least energy. Please gather in a line for this assessment.”

You and your fellow campers (plus Reyna’s group) quickly did as she said, and Jake came around. The machine was pretty simple – it looked a little like those no-touch forehead thermometers a doctor in the mortal world would use. The purpose was entirely different, though, as with any demigod contraption. Everyone was a little restless until the son of Hephaestus tested himself and announced the results.

He cleared his throat before saying, “The two soldiers are–” He pointed at you. “Uh, what’s your name? Sorry.”

Stunned, you told him.

He nodded. “Ok. You and Praetor Grace will go to the woods together.”

You didn’t dare look at Piper.

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” asked Nico, his voice full of concern.

You gave him a small smile. “Yes. You really didn’t have to pack for me, you know. I could have done it myself.” The empathy links had been set up and you were just about to leave.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m aware. You’re very independent. Just let me do this one thing. For all we know, this trip is a death wish.”

“Very motivating, Nico,” Piper said dryly. “No but seriously, stay safe out there. And don’t have too much fun with Jason. You are on a professional mission, after all.” She winked.

Now you rolled your eyes. “Pipes, you need to let that go.”

You caught a whiff of something that smelled like… clean laundry? Turning around, you found yourself looking at a certain blonde boy, except this time he was wearing a dark blue New Rome University hoodie and a silver dog tag necklace on top, paired with baggy gray cargo pants.

He really had to stop sneaking up on you like that.

“Um, hi. You ready to go?” Jason’s voice was a little rough, like he’d been talking for a while and was now tired.

You nodded and waved to your friends. “Bye, guys.”

For the first ten minutes or so, it was painfully awkward. As you two walked to the woods, the only sound was chatting from the barracks and the crunchy gravel underneath your feet. When you reached your destination, nothing much changed apart from instead hearing the crickets sing and the leaves rustle. You were also half-expecting a monster to pop out of nowhere – there was a reason people avoided this grove.

Venus was probably having the time of her life watching.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

You looked at Jason, startled.

“It was kind of a dick move to just throw that whole boyfriend thing on you. I wasn’t thinking, and now we’ve got to commit to this act, and now you’ve got to lie to your friend, and go on a whole fake date with me, and it’s really all my fault, sorry. If you’re mad, that’s totally fine–”

“You know, you really talk too much.” You were surprised that your voice came out so calmly, considering that you were kind of freaking out. “Yes, you did not make the smartest move there. But that’s okay. Just because you’re a praetor doesn’t mean you can’t fuck up sometimes. Besides, we don’t really have a way out of this.”

For a few seconds, there was no response.

Until Jason chuckled, deep and gravelly. “Wow. That was probably the most honest yet most comforting thing I’ve ever been told.”

“You’re welcome. So how are you thinking we execute this whole… situation? The date shouldn’t be too bad, but I’m mostly worried about how we’ll have to make it public to the camp. Tyson and Percy are half-brothers, and you know how Percy is–”

“He loves gossip. I’m guessing both camps will find out within a day if he knows.” Jason smiled. “I propose we reveal it in a subtle way, so people take a while to piece together that we’re, you know, quote unquote dating.”

You looked at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Are you cold?”

“No?” Jason frowned. He smirked and added, “Quite the opposite, actually.”

Raising an eyebrow, you replied, “Okay, Mason.” (He flushed.) “Give me your hoodie. I’ll probably get a load of it from Piper when we get back, but I think it’ll help our plan work.”

The boy did as you said and handed the hoodie over. You put it on, not expecting it to be so comfy. Jason was wearing a shirt underneath that read “I ♡ SABRINA SLUTS” which very much did not hug his biceps a little too tightly. You guessed the clothing choice was courtesy of Leo.

You were about to compliment it when you heard a faint sobbing echo through the woods.

The praetor looked at you. “Think that’s our soldier?”

You both jogged towards where the sound came from. Sitting against the trunk of a willow tree, you saw a dark-haired girl that looked about 10 years old. Her denim shorts had dark splotches from where her tears had fallen. Upon hearing you approach, she quickly wiped her face.

Jason knelt down next to her and gently took her hand. “Hi.”

You copied his actions, taking her other hand. Softly, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Gracie.”

Jason smiled. “That’s a very pretty name. You wanna tell us what’s going on?”

The girl put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about how much I miss my mortal home and how scared I am now. It feels like there’s danger everywhere and I can never feel safe. I wish I was back at school like a normal kid, but instead I’m preparing for battles and having wolf ladies train me. I started feeling really bad so I came here, hoping it would help. I’m sorry, it’s really stupid and probably caused a fuss if you both had to come find me–”

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t say that. It’s okay to feel that way. There are so, so many demigods who have thought the same things as you. Even I did, and I’m the praetor.” Gracie laughed a little at the last bit Jason said.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “You are being so brave right now. Just telling two people you haven’t ever talked to before about how you’re feeling takes courage.”

“You really think so?” Her voice was small.

“We know so.” Jason squeezed her hand. “Now, do you want to sit down here for a little longer, and we’ll tell camp you’re okay? We can stay with you.”

Gracie shook her head and declared, “I’m ready to go back now.”

“Okay.” He grinned. “Wait. I know what to do.”

Jason picked her up, bridal-style, and the girl squealed. Looking at him, with his slightly messy hair and huge smile, you felt closer somehow. Perhaps it was the empathy link, but it was like you were seeing a side of him that not many people knew. You were seeing Jason Grace, the boy who loses his glasses and thinks he’s being a burden (even though he isn’t) rather than Jason Grace, the praetor who fought the Titan Krios.

You liked this look better on him.

“Hello? Are you there?” Jason was staring at you intently, which made your cheeks grow warm. You hadn’t realized the two expected a response.

“Sorry, what?” You started walking back to camp, and they followed.

“Gracie here was just telling me that key lime pie is her comfort food, so I asked you if you’d like to bake it with us.”

“Oh, I love key lime pie! Sure.”

He beamed at you. Gracie continued her conversation, and you listened to her talk about the time she almost burned down her house a few years ago trying to make it. It was a peaceful walk, and you felt like you were with old friends.

Maybe, you thought, you could get used to Jason Grace.