#jercy au

[penny-for-a-ring]

Obsessed with this thought I just had that Percy and Jason can only have sex at CHB/CJ if it’s already storming because otherwise it’ll spark a localized microburst over wherever they are like a beacon to the rest of the camp that says YO YOUR PRAETORS ARE FUCKINNGGGGG

So whenever it starts to storm they immediately duck into whatever private place they can find and take advantage of the opportunity to not be exposed by their gifts 😌

[anotherbookworm28]

I keep thinking of older Jason and older Percy settling into life somewhere quiet and peaceful, next to the ocean maybe. They'd have their little cottage where hs teenager Estelle would visit every weekend with Sally and Paul, and maybe they'd have a weekly meeting with the gang (either online/irl). Maybe Thursday evening? Percy would start Mondays with a fresh batch of blue coloured cookies/brownies (he alternates them) that will last them a week, then start all over again. Jason would sit till early mornings on Fridays answering emails from his work because he's too nice and people won't stop pestering him even after he's long gone from work. Percy would swim in the water whenever he can, sometimes jason joins, sometimes he simply watches, sunbathing (percy would put sunscreen on jason). :( someone give me this. Please.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

EDIT: shit this little “drabble” got way longer than expected but I have also put it on ao3 if you wanna read it there. okay mwah!

can’t stop thinking about an au where percy is the roman soldier but he’s still as chaotic and stubborn and instinct driven as his greek persona. the roman camp tried to train it out of him. punished him and over worked him just to tame that ever burning spirit. and it never worked. he always came back more hard headed, more impulsive, more obstinate than the time before.

and then jason, greek jason, who is like his roman persona but a little wilder, a little more indicative of that grecian chaos. jason who comes to visit the roman camp and hears about this being of trouble, of calamity locked up somewhere while the representatives roam.

and jason, ever the curious wolf, must find out who this demiGod is. must see for himself the chaos incarnate they’ve locked up in the tower.

can’t stop thinking about a scene like this:

Jason is only half listening to the unending babble of the Roman representative as they go on and on about the history of this camp. They are so proud to train children to be Weapons. The gift of a god is to become a blade.

He spends half a moment reminding himself the Greeks are no different. A Camp full of child soldiers too. They just have more fun with it.

“And what’s in that building?” They all turn to a stone structure some distance away. From the outside it looks to have two floors. He’d say it’s living quarters but the lack of windows suggests otherwise. Maybe their own house of Delphi.

“Oh…” The representative, Octavian he thinks, stumbles, “Uh that’s uh just a place to store…stuff.”

Jason’s ears perk up. Attention standing prim and proper at the bumbling words. “Really?” He raises a brow, face neutral as he stares down the pale man.

“Yes.” Brisk. End of discussion. “Now moving on to the…”

He huffs a quiet laugh, curiosity burning bright in his blood.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” He mutters to his expedition companion.

“Don’t wander too far.” Charlie knows his bad habits. Charlie knows his wolfish nature.

He flashes a toothy smile, slips away from the crowd. By the time anyone notices he’s gone, his endless curiosity would have been satisfied. Tantalus wishes he had a fate laid out like this Child of Zeus.

Jason circles around the building claimed for storage. Frowns as the lack of windows, exit points, becomes increasingly clear. A large wooden door right at the front seems the only indication of access.

Strange for a storage room. When in battle, having multiple ways into a place that holds stuff is often useful. Things and People can be chucked out, caught by awaiting hands. Very strange indeed.

He’s a step from pushing against the door when out of the corner of his eye he spots a flare of light. Narrowing his eyes he moves away from the building slightly, tilts his head up so the sky splits his view in half. There, angled on one slant of the roof, a small window cracked open ever so slightly. He grins. Canine flashing in that pretty sunlight.

With a push off the ground he launches himself up, flying through the air on wind willing to carry him. Here with nothing below his feet, he is most powerful. A Demigod in Domain.

With a soft swoosh he lands next to the window, tries to peer inside. It’s dark. A dreary hole seeped of life and joy and use. Storage room his ass. This looks like a holding cell.

He debates for a second whether he should get down, find his party, keep these secrets just so. A bird flutters next to him, tilts its head to stare. He watches it watch him. There’s a question in both their eyes. An answer shared.

With a wink, and a cheeky salute he nods at his flighted companion and pushes the window open, jumping straight in.

He is near silent as he lands on the wooden floor, eyes blinking into the endless black. With a brush of his pants, he stands up straight.

A single step forward. Cold metal touches his neck. And the heat of a body finds its mark at his back.

“Who are you?”

Jason laughs. Blue eyes sparkling with life.

The blade at his neck, sharp if the tiny trickle of blood he feels pool at his collar bone is any indication, presses a little harder into him.

“Who. Are. You?” Beautiful voice. Rich and angry. So very powerful.

“Wow the Romans sure are brutal.” He murmurs. “To call even living beings ‘stuff’.”

“What do you want here?”

“Not that this isn’t incredibly sexy,” He smirks, pushing himself further into that icy metal. “But could you let me go and then we can chat?”

A hand snakes around his torso, grip firm as it pulls him right into the burning body behind him. The blade at his neck falls away, striking metal now at their side. The hand that grips the hilt of the sword is bulging with veins, fingers long and supple and clearly skilled.

“Thanks.” He sighs, lets his body relax into the hold. “Now where were we?”

“Who are–”

“Oh right who am I, what do I want, yadda yadda.” He nods, cheekiness dripping through. “I’m Jason, a greek representative who is supposed to be touring your little camp with a few of my friends.”

“And why are you here? I’m sure this wasn’t part of the…tour.”

“Nuh uh,” He tuts, turns his face to try see the person holding him hostage. He catches a glimpse of a nose, straight and long, deep pink lips, a sharp cheekbone. “You have to tell me about you now.”

“This is not a negotiation. I have you pinned.”

A single laugh echoes in the empty room. Jason slams his elbow into a rib cage. Throws his head back and hears a crack as that beautiful nose takes the brunt. And then he’s swivelling around and slamming the caged boy to the floor. Settles down comfortably above him, legs on either side of his stomach to trap him in. His hand finds a gorgeous throat and pins down.

“I was never trapped Roman Child.”

“Good move.” Grin that knocks him directly in the chest. Deep red blood staining that beautiful face. A nose now slightly crooked. Jason feels like a star moments before explosion. “Clearly the Greeks don’t slack around with training.”

“Why have they locked you up?”

“They didn’t want the hellcat loose for the revered guests.”

He studies the boy underneath him. Notes the largeness of their bodies. The single ray of sun that scatters the light in endless emerald eyes. The brown skin now flushed from the tussle, stained with blood. The sword carried still gripped tightly in a corded hand.

“Roman soldiers know what it means to be hellish?”

“No such thing.” He rolls his eyes. “They cage you and call you a failure.”

“And does it work?” He’s peering into something he has no business knowing. Every business understanding. “Will you be the Soldier after this?”

Grin to drain the ocean. “This building is named after me.”

Jason matches that smile. Rocks forward so their faces are a mere breath apart. He can see the freckles scattered across reddened cheeks. Can see the soft curl of inky black hair. The Glow in those emerald eyes.

“I–”

“GRACE!” A yell from outside.

He looks up, finds the sun too far down the sky. Fuck. They’ve noticed his absence. Curiosity not yet satisfied despite it all.

“Seems your duty calls, soldier.”

He springs up, pushes himself through the window.

The beautiful boy is still lying on the floor, head tilted back to watch him leave.

“Come find me. I’m here for one night further.” He murmurs, smirk pulling at his lips. “Show me what hellcat really means.”

And then he jumps, leaving behind the sharp laugh of a caged soldier.

As he lands on the ground the touring group walks out from the East side of the building. They find him staring towards the setting sun.

“There you are.”

“Sorry,” He shrugs. “Found a cat on my way back from the bathroom and couldn’t help playing with it.”

“Are you ready to head to your quarters?” Octavian gives him a brisk once over before gesturing to a row of buildings in the distance.

“Sure.” He loops his arm around Charlie’s neck, lets himself be pulled away.

And as they head down the cobbled path, a small sign on the building they leave behind catches a glare from the fading sun.

He looks back at the plaque stuck haphazardly to the old stone wall. Mutters the words engraved into its copper plating as if to seal them into his mind.

“Ensheathed within: Perseus.”

Jason grins. Mouths that beautiful name. The head leaning out the window way above, grins back.

[arwaisherenow]

Happy Birthday Jason Grace ❤️

Jason and Perseus starting a new page of relationship after the sacrifice of their little friend to defeat Mother Earth, Gaea. This drawing is inspired from @velinxi PJO Young Gods AU

[yonemurishiroku]

Percy and Jason has been compared to Cleopatra and Mark Antony, a powerful Roman seduced by a Greek leader.

^^JKHDSDAJSKDHASJKNXNKCNKA

[goldenqingxin]

jercy as mr and mrs smith? anyone?

[ninjatenshi]

what do you mean bro…

I had to

[wolfpawzjakey]

Percy's eyes change between the sea wave and the warm brown, - bright and warm as fire, cozy and comfortable as hot chocolate. Percy likes it. He likes to see himself with Sally's eyes.

Pele looks into the eyes of her great-grandson and sees her son, as if her son, her pride and joy are alive again. She is also willing to tolerate this piece of ice next to him, the main thing is that her Percy is happy.

Jason's eyes are always blue, the changes between lightning and ice are almost imperceptible - Intimidating and menacing as lightning, calm and confident as ice.

Poli'ahu looks into the eyes of her great-grandson, her daughter seems alive again, her divine essence is aching with disappointment, her daughter was her most beloved child who ever, but she disappointed her, left, abandoning her mother. She hoped that Jason would atone for her sin, but again disappointment.

I was so sleepy last few days sorry for not answering sooner eheh

Percy with eyes so entrancing, like the flickering of flames. And Jason with eyes so entrapping, like being encased in everlasting ice. They should eat away at each other, weaken each other, but much to the dismay of yet another pair of gods, they don’t. They strengthen each other, entirely the opposite of what is natural. Sure, Pele is warmer about it (hehe), she’s more accepting to Percy’s choice for happiness, but the disappointment of lying with a great grandchild of Poli’ahu still toys with her nerves. And Poli’ahu, she’s not fond of the situation at all. She doesn’t meddle as much as she could, disappointment is an understatement to her, but she’s hands off of Jason. She claims it’s because he’s a tainted child, just like her daughter, but in all reality, she too just wishes happiness for him, even if his taste is heinous at best.

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The godly meddling of their great grandmothers is by far less than the Greek and Roman gods and goddesses most likely, heritage much further out than the Greek/Roman side of which they’re literally beaten to a pulp by any day of the week. Plz goddesses give em a break, let fire and ice dance together until they’re melted and turned to ash. We beg 🫠