Do you have any personal fave jercy hcs? I'm really curious.love your work by the by 😁😁
Hello Anon! Thank you for being the sweetest🥺💙 Literally everything about jercy is my favourite thing so I can't give you a nicely defined list (when I tell y'all I'm jercy trash). But here are some hcs that I hope will satisfy you nonetheless. They're a mix of demigod and normal AUs cause I am the most indecisive person in the world and I couldn't choose whether to keep it in one universe or the other sorry. Okay here have them:
They exercise together. They're that couple in the gym that you want to gag at because they're so cute and supportive of each other but you can't help but like them because they're really friendly and just so nice
Jason enjoys running his hand through Percy's curls and it takes Percy about 0.3 seconds to fall asleep when that happens.
Percy is much more touchy than Jason but that's only because he has to constantly reassure himself that Jason is there. That it's not a figure of his imagination, that Hera hasn't manipulated their memories again.
Jason doesn't fall asleep until Percy does. He finds comfort in watching the peaceful look take over his boyfriend's face. It's so rare to see when he's awake. The amount of sneaky Polaroids he has of a passed out Percy is probably creepy. He doesn't care.
Percy tried to teach Jason how to skateboard but after the blonde's twentieth bail and a horrid amount of scrapes he gave up. Although getting to kiss all those injuries better certainly made up for the day.
They're really soft with each other. Like cupping cheeks, and forehead rests, and sweet kisses, and so many cuddles.
But when they get rough they get Rough™. I'm talking bruises on their collarbones, fingerprints burned into their hips, a necklace of fingers around their throat.
More often than not they're matching. It started out accidently but they've embraced it. It's not always whole outfits, sometimes Jason's shorts match Percy's shirt. Or they were the same shoes. Or Percy's gold link chain matches Jason's watch.
All their friends tease them endlessly about their blushing. Because whenever anyone mentions how cute they are both of them turn the colour of rubies. Percy's generally disappears first under his smooth tawny skin but Jason's cheeks only return to their normal golden hue a good few minutes later.
When they fall into darkness, they fall together. Jason does not convince Percy to stop, he climbs down, intertwines their hands and joins him. When Jason disappears, comes back with blood and mania flashing in his eyes, Percy kisses him hard and fast and says, "Did you slaughter them?"
And gods help those who threaten either one. Nothing has ever survived that anger. That burning unending fury. If you ever fucking come near him again I will pull every organ from your body and rearrange it in a bouquet to bring home. If I see you again I will close history's doors on you and tear down your immortality with my hands. Most monsters are half dead with fear by the time these halfbloods are ready to fight.
Omg angry powerful jason moment? Like hes so pissed and blinded by anger noone can get close to him because the electricity in the air round him is too strong and painful Or the winds r strong enough to cut skin if you get too close. Or everything he touches looks like it's been hit by lightning and noone knows what to do because jason is usually so calm and keeps his powers in check but one day he cant and ahh imagine if rick didnt nerf our boi I should be practicing for my media studies exam
Sky this is such big brain energy?!!!!!?!?!?!?
can you just imagine how powerful this scene would be?
He’s not Jason Grace. He’s the Son of Jupiter, the praetor to the twelfth legion
He looks at you and finally know what the inside of a lightning bolt feels like.
He touches your skin and electricity fries every nerve in your body. It’s heat so hot its white. Rips the air from your lungs with a single sickening smile
Can I ask for some badass jason moment like maybe he does something badass and people realize wow Jason's powerful and idk maybe percy just drools after his badass himbo boyfriend
Idk I'm not feeling great and just need some badass jason love all mixed in with percy being the one who drools not the other way (I dont mind the other way but I really want jason to be admired)
Hello sweet Anon. I'm so sorry you aren't feeling all good🥺sending you warm hugs and light☀️
Here's some dark!jercy featuring badass!Jason and some badass!Percy too. I hope you enjoy.
And if you're in need of anymore badass!Jase here's some other fics of mine: Dark!Jason trying to save kidnapped Percy; Dark!Jason forcing the gods to save Percy
If anyone else has badass!Jason fics please link them for Anon💖
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But onto this one!
TW: dark, murder, blood. This is not for the faint of heart, please proceed with caution.
"On your right!" Someone screams. It's not for his benefit. He is a weapon of mass destruction. The warning is for his opponent.
Percy Jackson slides under a gleaming sword and vaults back up with a wicked smile on his face. “Missed me."
The demigod shrieks, turning back around to face him.
"I will kill you Percy Jackson."
"You know I get tired of hearing that after ten years of this."
"Stop talking and fight me like the hero you're supposed to be."
He bares his teeth, green eyes flashing with anger, "I'm nobody's hero."
"Now that's a lie if I've ever heard one." A deep, clear voice from behind them drawls.
"Now is not the time you hopeless romantic." He laughs, turning to see his godly boyfriend landing on the ground with a soft thud.
"There's always time to appreciate you." Blue eyes twinkle, love and amusement glittering like stars.
"Can you two just shut up for like five seconds?" The demigod he had forgotten about growls, "I have shit to do and I'd prefer if we could get this over with."
"Better things to do than killing us?" Percy raises a brow, "Gee so sorry we're keeping you from your busy schedule."
"What's the problem anyway?"
"Your worthless trash of a boyfriend refuses to die."
"Oh," He winces, "You probably shouldn't have said that."
Jason's eyes flash with something otherworldly, dark, sinister, beautiful, "Why are you trying to kill him?"
The demigod' s expression flashes with disgust, like this simple task is beneath them, "Orders from the boss."
"And who is the boss?" His boyfriend asks quietly.
Percy can feel the air turning electric around them, can see the lightning slowly crackle in Jason's veins. After all these years, he knows better than anyone when his love is going to explode, can read the signs faster than even the blonde himself.
"We're under oath to keep the secrecy of the boss' identity."
"Cowards!" The Son of Jupiter growls, "Tell us and we can make this easy."
The sky above them goes a sickly shade of grey, and there are bolts flashing behind those blue eyes.
The demigod looks between them, fear finally seeping in. But they see Percy's smirk and something becomes visibly stone in their expression.
"Fuck you. I'll kill both of you."
The world detonates and green eyes dance with laughter as the demigod claws at their throat, eating lightning like candy.
"Tell us." The blonde's voice is deathly quiet. Soft with malice.
"Chiron." They gasp. Their body stiffens, hazel eyes freezing in an expression of horror. And with a single flick of his wrist Jason effaced the air from the demigod's lungs, carrying it in his golden fingers, and blew a kiss to the sky with that stolen oxygen.
"Gods you're hot," Percy sighs, looking at him with dark eyes and seduction.
"Later," His boyfriend laughs, "First we got a centaur to kill."
He grabs onto those broad shoulders, nuzzling his nose into his neck. Jason wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead.
"You ready?"
"Fly me away Superman." He giggles.
And so they take to the skies, Percy clinging onto him with all his might and Jason laughing into the world.
"Why do I let you convince me this is a good idea?" He groans, "I hate this."
"The excuse to hold me outweighs your fear," The blonde whispers in his ear.
"It's your fault for being so godsdamn attractive."
His answer is met with laughter, and happiness, and never-ending love.
"Do we have to kill Chiron?"
Jason's body goes taut with anger, not at him. Never at him. "He tried to hurt you. He will not get away with that."
"I know," Percy winces, "But he raised me in this world. It seems... wrong?"
"What do you want to do instead?" The blonde finally gets out. Compromise. Collaboration. He knew it took a lot to get to this stage.
"Maybe we could—"
The Son of Jupiter gasps, his whole body shuddering.
In an instant Percy knows something is wrong, very, very wrong. A growing pool of blood is growing on the blonde's shirt, and a pretty wooden arrow is sticking out of his back.
"What the fuck?" He yells, looking around for the shooter.
"Perc," His boyfriend whispers, "I can't hold us up for much longer.
And then they're plummeting to the ground, wind screaming in their ears, twin hearts beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
But Percy is not afraid. For below them is the ocean and in his many years of living that great blue expanse has always been a safe place, a comfort, a protector. So they hurtle to their watery end and when they hit the sea Percy feels himself come alive.
He snaps the arrow at his boyfriend's back and puts a bubble of air around him.
"Here," He offers the ambrosia with a stern look, "Eat."
"We have to go out there and kill them."
His smile is vengeance incarnate, "Oh we will.” It was fine when it was just him they were attacking but to target Jason. To target his love. There are no lines he wouldn’t cross, no place too dark to venture to. He is a hypocrite for it. But he doesn’t care. “First you're going to heal. Because this isn't going to be quick. They will suffer for drawing even a drop of your blood."
Jason's eyes widen, darken, fill with desire, "I love it when you get like this."
"Destructive?" He grins.
"Powerful."
And then his boyfriend is pulling him close and kissing him like the world ends today. He can taste the ambrosia still dissolving on his tongue, more than that he can taste lightning and potent love. The kiss is rough and stinging and full of teeth. But it's raw with hunger and relief too.
"Let's go have some fun." Jason breathes.
And he can't help but giggle with anticipation as they rise through the ocean and walk across it.
The destroyer and his healer.
An arrow flies towards them. With a single swipe of his hand Percy shatters the cool metal. Jason gathers the shards in the air and watches as they group to form a broken spear pointing back at their attackers.
With a whispered hum the broken pieces fly across the sea and pierce six hearts perfectly.
Finally the two reach land, grainy sand sinking under their weight as they take in the scene in front of them. Twenty centaurs, four demigods, and an array of bodies convulsing on the ground as their own arrows slice their organs.
"Why?" Percy tilts his head, staring directly at the centaur he had known for so much of his life.
"You are too powerful. We cannot risk letting you roam free. We must keep the balance." Chiron's voice is almost robotic, as if he had rehearsed the words so many times they've lost all meaning.
"Roam?" He laughs, "I do not roam. I'm not a fucking animal. I live." He glances at the crowd, "And you are afraid because you do not know how to."
"Shoot him." Chiron bellows.
They all pull their bows taut, eyes gleaming with misplaced hate. The arrows let loose. Soar towards them.
"I don't think so." Jason smirks. And suddenly those deadly shafts are frozen midair, hanging like gleaming charms.
Someone gasps, another faints, dies from fear.
"Leave us alone Chiron." The Son of Jupiter says softly. It is not a request. It is a command.
"Stand your ground," The old centaur mutters grimly.
"You know you will not walk away from this." Jason's voice is music, and melodies, and opulent demolition.
Percy can't hold in a beam as he stares at the blonde. Now is probably not the time to be drooling over himself with attraction but there's just something about Jason Grace like this that makes him feral with excitement, temptation.
"Stand your ground!" The centaur screams.
And it works because everyone, cowering or not, straightens their backs and sets hard gazes on the two demigods.
They release twin sighs, knowing they tried their best.
"Why does no-one ever listen?" He rolls his eyes.
"You think at some stage they'd learn." His boyfriend snorts. And the arrows still suspended in the air quake, as if trying to break from their hold.
"Shall we then?" He turns to meet that electric gaze.
Jason let's the arrows go and Percy whips his arm in a circular motion, lifting the ocean from behind them and slamming it into the crowd of killers.
Bloodied and choking the diminishing group sprint towards them, arrows bouncing out of their skin.
They don't get more than ten steps before lightning rains down, stabbing their every orifice. And just to make it special Percy feeds each of them ocean water and laughs as their insides fry, electrocuted by the sea and the sky.
It is over in a matter of seconds, not a body moving, twitching, breathing. Except one. A demigod with bright hair, drunk on fear.
"Please," She begs, "Please don't kill me.
"You tried to kill us even when we asked you not to. Why should we give you the courtesy?" He spits.
"Please," She cries, and that's all she says, all she mutters over and over again.
"Lucky for you," Jason shrugs, "We like to have one survivor to pass the warnings on. The stories."
She whimpers, clawing at the sand in an attempt to get away.
Percy laughs, wraps the earth around her ankles. "Not so fast. Tell them. Tell all of them what happened today. And make sure they know that it was not us who started it. But we gladly finished it."
"Nobody ever wants the villains to win," The blonde looks at her sympathetically, "But I ask you this: if we are the villains of your story, who do you think are the villains of ours?"
Her eyes widen, and then she turns on her side and heaves.
"Take care darling," He waves, "And here's some ambrosia for that wound on your side." He tosses her the little bag of golden squares with a wink.
And then Percy Jackson and Jason Grace link hands, glance at the decimation they caused and share twin smiles.
Villains or heroes?
No, that had never applied to them. They had always be something else, something more.
Hey...I am AN ABSOLUTE jercy TRASH like A HUGE JERCY FAN and I was wondering if you could like a one shot of jealous percy...I have seen a lot of jealous jason fanfics but never really saw a jealous percy!!! Thank you and I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH...
Hello darling Anon!! Adore that you're #jercytrash (is there really any other way to be????) and I'm so happy you enjoy the mess of content i have🥺💙all the heart eyes
Anyway I loooovvveeeeeddddd this prompt and this is evident by the very many words I couldn't help but write! I do hope you love it as much as I loved writing it☀️please excuse any mistakes it's like 3am here and Ciara be tired as hell
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"Are you coming to the party tonight?"
"Gods no," Percy shivers, face pulling into a look of distaste.
"Why not I heard Annabeth is gonna be there," Leo's eyebrows waggle, earth eyes sparkling.
He wants to laugh, to cry a little too. If only that is the blonde he is so infatuated with.
"Nah bro those parties always end up much wilder than they need to be and nine times out of ten they're shut down by the cops."
"That's half the fun Jackson!" Leo's smile widens.
"I'm good thanks, my idea of fun is sitting here playing Playstation and gorging myself on M&Ms."
"Will you at least promise to come on the trip this weekend?"
"I don't know man," He shakes his head, "I've got a psych test to study for and there's like three assignments due by the end—"
"Oh excuses, excuses Jackson you haven't gone out once since we started. It's gonna be winter break soon and we won't see each other for at least a month." Those brown eyes are puppy wide.
He sighs, half-ready to give in, "Who's gonna be there?"
"The usual gang. And Jason finally gets to come this year! His dad is on a business trip so he isn't spending the weekend for once."
Percy's ears get hot and he hopes they don't look flushed, "Oh that's nice I guess. If you leave me alone tonight I'll come on the trip."
Leo's answering whoop is enough to make him laugh. When he collapses on the couch, after waving goodbye to his friend, there is a warmth blooming in his chest.
Three hours, five packets of M&Ms and a stream of curse words at the TV later, he finally decides to head to bed. But as he's shoving on a pair of sleep shorts there's a knock at his door. He frowns, considers ignoring it but his mind whirls with all the possibilities.
What if someone got hurt? What if someone needs his help? What if someone is....oh gods he doesn't want to think about it. He brushes his fingers against the wooden headboard, rubs at his head, grabs his elbow and then he takes a deep breath and opens the door.
"Peerrccccyyy," A slurring, smiling Jason Grace stumbles into him.
"Jason?" He grabs hold of the blonde's arms and pulls them both into his apartment, "What are you doing here?"
"I came over because–" Pearl white teeth flash, "Wow you're so pretty." Those golden hands grab Percy's chin, pulling their faces together until there is nothing but tension and breath between them.
"What are you doing?" He swallows.
"Has anyone ever told you your eyes look like emeralds glistening at the bottom of a river?"
"Uh no can't say they have," He wants to laugh but Jason's lips are so close and his hand is still on Percy's face and oh gods he needs to move before he does something he shouldn't.
"Have we kissed before? No I'd remember that." Eyebrows scrunch, "I think you have a beautiful mouth."
"I think—" He inhales sharply as Jason's fingers dance along his collar bone, "I think we should get you to bed."
"Aw," Full pink lips pout, "But we are having so much fun."
"I think we'll have more fun when you're sober."
The blonde giggles, "I'm not drunk silly. I only had like... fifteen shots of vodka."
"Jesus Grace how are you even standing?"
"When you're this tall it takes forever for the liquor to do its thing and you need a lot of it otherwise it all goes to your toes and you never get drunk."
Jason is frowning again and all Percy wants to do is kiss the crease in his forehead and pull him closer. Instead he tugs him by the hand and guides him to the bed.
"Where will you sleep?"
"I'll take the couch." He pushes the blanket aside and let's the blonde fall into the sheets.
"Are you sure? You can always stay with me?" Those blue eyes are bright and big and so full of, of, of... "I promise I won't kick you. I stopped doing that in first grade."
He can't hold in his laugh this time but when he recovers enough to reassure his friend he'll be fine he is greeted by the peaceful sight of a sleeping blonde. He shakes his head softly, allowing himself a moment to take in the scene. Tangled white sheets, golden hair, soft deep breathing, a tiny splattering of freckles, and the wonder of tomorrow carried on the wind that stirs the chiffon curtains. This moment will live within his soul for the rest of his life. Of this, he is certain.
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The treadmill beeps incessantly indicating the end of the session and the end of Percy's day. He's about ready to pass out from exhaustion and he couldn't be happier. The days are long and blurry and he would do anything to escape the weight on his chest. A blue-eyed, golden-haired weight. He snorts at the innuendo. If only the actual person was sitting on his chest, entertaining each other. But no it's just the feeling, the emptiness, the lack of anything weighted. His eyes shudder closed as he steps into a red-hot shower and let's the memories of his last meeting with the blonde wash over him. There is a time, mere months ago, where Percy would have scoffed at these feelings. Would have told himself it was ridiculous and stupid and there were much more important things to be focusing on than some boy. But every interaction with Jason Grace feels like the middle of a fireworks display, feels like crawling into the sun, or falling off a cliff only for the water to catch you. Every interaction feels electric. And he cannot help but overanalyse each touch, smile, lingering look. Are they for him, or for the world? Jason had always been easy. He could make you feel like the most important person in the world just by glancing at you. It was beautiful, magnetic, but it also meant Percy never really knew if anything they did was genuine. If the extra squeeze when they hugged was as a friend or something more. If those blazing eyes over the campfire was a trick of the light or... But tomorrow it's their annual WastedWinter trip and at the very least he can look forward to a few nights of bad decisions and sinful delights.
The day dawns bright, cloudless, and icy cold. He breathes in the fresh winter air and lets the sting travel through his lungs. There are few things as lively as the winter morning air. With a look through his apartment window to see the birds flying and the wind shaking the trees awake he ducks into the shower and gets ready for the trip.
At exactly eleven a knock echoes through his apartment. He clicks submit on his assignment and races over to throw the door open.
"Good morning Jackson! You're looking especially radiant this find day."
"Must be the seaweed face mask I put on last night."
"Oh," Annabeth Chase frowns, "And here I thought you got down and dirty with someone."
He snorts, stepping aside to let her in. "No such luck Princess, I'm down and out on laundry."
She smacks his arm, grey eyes sparkling, "I hope you know you're driving for most of this."
"Is this because I'm the only one who can be trusted to get us there in one piece,"
She gives him an incredulous look and then turns her nose up, "No Jackson it's because the rest of us want to get wasted and you don't drink."
"Ah, glad to know I'm of some use to the group."
"Oh you're plenty useful," She winks.
He laughs at that, mind flashing to the fling they had at the start of their undergraduate years. Both had realized pretty early that life was leading them in different directions and it would be better to stay friends. But tumbling in the sheets with her had been fun while it lasted.
"Alright who's in our car?"
"We got me, you," She starts tapping her fingers, "Leo, Jase and Rey,"
"Great so I'll be talking to myself for most of this trip." He rolls his eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well Leo and Reyna will fall asleep about five seconds after we start driving and you and Jason will talk incessantly about gods knows what, which leaves poor old me."
"We will not!" Annabeth's ears go pink as she glares at him.
"Mhmm okay Princess."
"Shut it." She grumbles, shoving him.
Some minutes later they're all piling into the car: Percy driving, Reyna in the front, Leo at the back on the left, Annabeth in the middle and Jason on the right.
"Hello everyone ready to roll?"
"I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night," Leo mumbles and then he's fluffing his pillow against the door and closing his eyes.
"What was he doing?"
"Engineering project," Jason grins, "He forgot and had to sit up all night to submit before we left."
"I'm also out," Reyna throws up an uncharacteristic peace sign and settles into her seat, eyes already shut.
"And her?" He asks, a little sore his right-hand passenger is ditching him for dreamland.
"No idea," The two blondes shrug.
Percy refrains from rolling his eyes and puts the car in gear. With a final check to make sure everything is in its place he pulls onto the road and starts the long journey to Lakeside Lodges.
The music is soft, some pop song that everyone is raving about, and the city is alive with the lunch hour rush.
"Jason," Annabeth starts, "What are you doing for the structural—"
Percy tunes them out, content to let their university talk become background noise. He glances at the rear-view mirror and sees shining blue eyes staring intently into serious gray ones. He looks away, focuses his attention on the road.
Sometime later they leave the city behind, the sound of cars and sirens and endless people fading into calmer, more lilting noises. The quiet of the empty road, and the crackle of the radio, and the soft chatter from the backseat. He cannot help but feel at peace, feel as if the world is balanced just right.
Annabeth giggles, catching his attention and he watches in the mirror as Jason lays a hand on her thigh and laughs into her shoulder. Quickly he adverts his eyes, swallowing the sinking feeling and turns the music up to distract his thoughts.
"Percy," At tap on his shoulder. "Pers?"
"Yea what's up?" He smiles and it feels like surgery with no anaesthetic.
"Did you hear what Jase said? It was such a stupid joke I said you'd appreciate it."
He shakes his head, "Wanna tell it again?"
"Nah," Jason mumbles, "Won't be as funny the second time."
"Aw come on Jase," Annabeth pouts, "For me?"
He watches from the mirror as those blue eyes light up, "What do you mean for you? I thought I was telling the joke for Mr Driver?"
She giggles, shoving at his arm, "That's what I mean."
Percy isn't sure he can't take anymore of their whatever it is so he clears his throat and asks them for a pack of Sour Patch Kids.
"Oo I love those!" Jason gasps, rummaging around in their snack bag. A packet drops into the cup holder and he thanks the blonde.
"Jase throw them at me, let's see if I can catch!"
The six gummies shoved in his mouth turn bitter as he watches the two giggle and joke and share space. By the time Jason throws the last gummy Annabeth is practically in his lap to catch it. Percy wants nothing more than to get out of this damn car. His skin is hot and he's sure his blood is about two degrees away from boiling. The stones in his stomach are stacking up like rock scultputres. Pretty but destructive. Nothing can get passed but nothing can leave either. And the heavy, sinking feeling certainly doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Finally though they arrive at the lodges and after check in he practically vaults himself out of the car and disappears into a bathroom.
There staring in the mirror he can see his misery reflected back at him. His green eyes are stormy, and there seems to be a permanent crease in his forehead. His mouth is down turned and his hair is in a state of complete disarray. Tugging at it when he's frustrated is an unbreakable habit.
He stays in the little bathroom for longer than he thought because he is sharply pulled to the present by a rap on the door.
"Percy?"
"Coming," He sighs. He straightens his back, attempts to tame his hair, and plasters a smile on his face.
"You good?" Frank frowns when he walks out.
"Yea sorry, drank one too many slushies."
His friend laughs, "Tell me about it. I think my tongue is going to be stained red for a month."
"I mean that's your fault. Blue is clearly the superior slush."
"Blue is the worst flavor," He scrunched his nose, "It isn't even a flavor. They somehow managed to give colour a taste."
"Well red is nothing but iced medicine."
"Hey guys," Frank waves their friends over, "Percy thinks blue slushies are the best flavour, care to tell him he's wrong?"
There is a pause amongst them and then everyone is talking at once.
"No,"
"I mean I kind of agree."
"Green is obviously the best."
"There is no way, it's red all the way."
"What about-"
"Okay!" Annabeth shouts, "Let's settle this WinterWasted style,"
Leo rubs his palms together, a gleam in his eyes.
"Everyone who says red stand on one leg, everyone who says blue stand on anything but the floor."
They all shuffle around, pushing each other over and generally causing chaos but soon they're in their spaces. Everyone observes the room.
"That's four to red and three to blue." Leo announces.
Jason, Percy and Hazel are standing on the couches and counters. Piper, Annabeth, Leo and Frank are on one leg in the middle of the lounge.
"Yes! We won." Frank smirks, "Alright losers you know the drill."
"No!" Percy yells, "We're missing a person. If Reyna joins us then we're even and we go into death round."
"Okay Jackson, I see you can't take the loser title sitting down so we'll get Reyna's opinion. But if she chooses us you guys have to drink and jump." Frank's black eyes sparkle with mischief.
Percy narrows his own, pinning his gaze on his friend, "Deal Zhang."
Just then Reyna walks in and seeing the odd scene sighs heavily. "What are we trying to settle? We haven't even had lunch yet."
"First of all it's six o clock so it's a little late for lunch and secondly are you Team Red Slush or Team Blue Slush?"
She scoffs, looks over them and grins, "I'm Team Purple because grape is obviously the only valid flavour."
Everybody groans, cursing her.
"Grape is the absolute worst Arellano." Leo gives her a look of disgust.
"Mhmm," She simply smiles.
"Well if you had to choose between blue and red which one?" Percy asks.
She taps her head for a moment and then looks to the ceiling in exasperation, "Guess I'll choose Red."
"Hell yes!" Frank whoops, laughing as the blue team groans. "Guess who's doing the BigFalls jump tonight!"
Percy grumbles but there is a light in his eyes and as he swats away a hand ruffling his curls he decides it was worth it, even if his friends are wrong.
That night they all stumble to the GreatCliff, an area that had witnessed many a fall, kiss, and confession. Most importantly a place that held some of their favourite memories.
Percy, being the only fully sober one, constantly counts his friends, making sure none of them have gone over-cliff or landed in a ditch somewhere. Soon enough they make it to the clearing and lay down the picnic basket and their towels.
"Alright losers," Piper smirks, "You ready for this?"
Hazel pouts, "Do we have to?"
"Yes!" Annabeth exclaims, blonde curls bouncing as she jumps up and down in excitement.
Jason whispers something in her ear and she dissolves into giggles. Percy looks away, refuses to let their closeness ruin his night, weekend, forever.
"On the count of three," Frank starts.
Reyna takes off her sarong and settles down on the blanket with a smirk.
"One..."
Hazel bounces nervously.
"Two..."
"Don't get hypothermia," Piper laughs.
"Three!"
Jason, Hazel and Percy are sprinting, racing for open air. With a yell they jump and then they're free falling, flying, screaming.
Percy hits the water in a neat dive, barely flinching at the icy temperatures. When he comes up for air the world is noisy with laughter and cheering. He waves to his friends at the top of the cliff and checks to make sure his fellow jumpers are okay.
Hazel is grumbling about being fully sober again and Jason's teeth are chattering but there are smiles on their faces and stars in their eyes and Percy knows the weekend has just begun.
They all swim up the stream and climb all the way back to the cliff where a small fire is crackling and their friends are dancing sporadically to a bawdy ukelele tune being played by Leo.
"Oh gods," Jason groans, "How are we already at this stage of the night."
"Whatever Pipes put in the punch is going straight to our lungs," Annabeth giggles.
Reyna shakes her empty glass in confirmation and request. Soon everyone is hopping and bouncing and singing badly around the fire. Percy settles into the blanket and watches his friends. They are full of life and magic and he can't help but tear up at the love he has for them. Even Reyna is joining the revelry, laughing bright and beautiful at something Hazel says.
His attention catches on the twirling figure of Annabeth. And then Jason grabs her mid spin and pulls her to him.
"Dance with me,"
"Of course Mr Grace," She bows.
They draw together, his hands on her hips, her head on his chest, swaying slowly. Annabeth mumbles something and Jason's shoulders shake with laughter. She looks up, their eyes meeting. Percy can't stand to watch anymore. Abruptly he gets up, throws the blanket aside and stalks into the trees.
"Pers?" Someone calls. He doesn't bother to respond.
He hears scattered conversation and then footsteps are running towards his retreating figure.
"Percy wait!"
He manages to hold in a groan as he realizes who followed him.
"Pers slow down, what's going on?"
"Nothing," He grits, "I just needed some air."
Jason laughs, "We are literally in the middle of a forest how much more air do you need?"
They're still stalking through the woods, dead leaves cruching under their feet.
"Come on, what the hell happened? You just up and left?"
Percy stops in his tracks, whips around to face the blonde, "I'm surprised you noticed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You've been so wrapped up in Annabeth all day I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot to breathe unless she told you to." He spits.
Jason's face crumples, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Percy instantly regrets his words but he can't take them back, "Just nevermind. I'm going to the cabin. Be careful walking back." He turns to walk away but a golden hand on his arm yanks him back
"Um no, you're going to explain right the fuck now because this isn't like you at all."
"Isnt like me?" He laughs sharply, "What isn't like me?"
"This," Jason motions up and down, "You walking away, being angry with us? What is going on?"
"I'm just tired," He sighs, "Can we drop this?"
"No Percy. I've seen you tired. I've seen you so exhausted you couldn't even see straight. I've seen you sad and angry and frustrated and happy and excited and calm but I have never seen you so... volatile. So just tell me—"
"Yes," He breathes, "And I'd appreciate it if we stopped talking about this."
"Oh," Is the blonde's intelligent reply.
"Yea oh," He scrubs at his face, running a hand through his hair.
"You're jealous of me? If you liked Annabeth why didn't you just say so? I wasn't flirting with her, we were just being dumb. I've had a few too many tequilas and she's hilarious and gods I'll back off I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll even hype you up to her if you—"
"You are such an idiot," Percy growls and then he grabs the blonde by the t-shirt, pulls him in and sears their lips.
Jason tastes like the sky, like winter breezes and lightning storms and home. He tastes like home.
When they break apart Jason is gasping, mouth opening and closing.
"Do you get it now?"
"You- and I- and we- and Anna- and just- and-"
"Are you speechless because you don't know how to let me down easy or because I took your breath away?" Percy winces.
He needs to know. Needs to understand if this is a one-sided thing, if he's been dreaming up their dynamic all these months.
"Do that again," The blonde breathes.
A slow smile spreads across his face and then Percy Jackson cups Jason Grace's cheek and comes home at last.
I see your annabeth in tartarus alone and I raise you jason and percy in tartarus. Idk why those two would be but like imagine percy and jason both unleashing. The power. We saw potential dark percy but like jason could easily manipulate the air in the bodies cells. The nervous system has electricity in it (I think I dropped pe health biology oops) so like your whole system is fucked so yeah jason and percy just going full psycho almost ahhhh. Bruhif some1 wrote smthng like this I might cry
ANON, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS??? Anyway obviously I had to write a lil something something because oooooo I love our boyyysss and I loovvveee it even more when our boys go dark so here have it!
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Jason Grace grinned flinging a hand out to wrap around a lean, corded arm.
"Thought you weren't gonna catch me for a sec Grace,"
"The only falling you're doing is for me Jackson,"
Percy laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief, "Save it for after we're out of this hellhole... literally."
"Oh I plan to," Jason purred.
They slammed into the ashen floor, dust and debris crunching under their feet.
"Just have to make it past this river and we're home free." Dark eyebrows creased in determination.
"I have never been so excited to get into a body of water before." The blonde shuddered.
"Hopefully I have enough strength to keep it from touching us," Percy's voice cracked.
Jason grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and squeezing softly. "We have gotten this far Pers, we will make it through. Together."
"Yea I know, I know," The half-blood shook his head, returning the reassuring squeeze.
Without letting go the two walked towards the Archeron. This crossing would be the hardest by far. The one that could end them. The river called to the miserable and who could be more miserable than two demigods who have fought their whole lives to stay alive and know they will fight even after this. The River of Woe. It was fitting that it'd be the last stop in this hellscape.
"Hello ssssweeetheartsss," A hissing started from behind them.
The demigods stiffened, clasped hands as white as sheets. Slowly they turned around, swords swinging aimlessly.
"Well well well I was starting to wonder when the dogs would bark," Percy smirked.
"Shut it ssssson of Poseidon," The thing spat.
"Hey that's no way to talk to people. Didn't your mother raise you to have some manners?" Jason chided, a gleam in his eyes.
"It will be ssssweet to kill you,"
"It'll be sweeter if you shut up," Percy snapped.
The thing smiled and it looked like dying. But what all these monsters failed to understand is that the half-bloods they faced did not fear death. The Son or Poseidon and the Child of Greece embraced it like an old friend, like a warm hug. They watched death smile and grinned back.
"Jase, I've been meaning to ask you," Percy mused, twirling his sword in his hand, "Have you figured out how to manipulate the electricity that controls our nervous system?"
Jason's eyes glittered, "Oh yea, I actually figured it out a couple of hours ago. Your blood-bending really had me thinking,"
The creature, with its serpent tail and fanged mouth, its ugly leathery wings and uneven scaled skin, glanced between them. Without warning it struck that spiked tail into Percy's side.
With a resounding clang the poisoned end bounced back, and slammed into the ground. The demigod looked up from where his now dented sword had been covering his side, green eyes glowing.
"That wasn't very nice,"
The monster let out a vile screech and pounced. Jason had a split second to bring his sword over his head before the rugged underside of this thing fell over him.
Before it could claw at the through skin and bone, the blonde was rolling onto his feet and slicing his sword into a charcoal wing. He could see Percy sawing at the other side and couldn't help the smile that graced his features. Percy's hair was curly and wild, his sea green eyes so bright they were luminescent, and the muscles in his torn shirt sleeve rippled as he worked through the wing.
The monster beneath their blades shrieked and thrashed but before long its wings were twitching on the floor. But with the pinion sliced off the demigods didn't have anything to keep it down so they were both unprepared when it swiped its tail across their legs, slamming their bodies into the ground.
With a groan Percy rolled over, "Fuck that hurt,"
"The next time I wanted us to be on our backs it involved much more fun activities than this," Jason growled.
Before either of them could get up, the heavy weight of cold, bony feet pressed them into the dirt.
"Not sssssoooo arrogant now," It cackled.
"Do you ever stop talking?" The black-haired boy sighed.
The creature hissed, claws protruding to rip out their throats, "I will kill you Percy Jac—"
It froze, eyes wide, claws stiff, sides leaking some variation of tar.
"If you ever," Jason’s voice was low, seductive with the promise of malice, "Ever threaten him again I will slaughter you so violently you will not even be remembered by history. I will scatter you so far the world will have to fold in on itself to put you back together. This is a warning."
And with that the monster contorted, limbs bending at awkward angles. It gave a disgusting shuddered, twitching and shaking, before falling to the floor and crumbling to dust.
"Damn Grace, is it weird that I am horribly turned on right now?" Percy threw a heartbreaking smile his way.
"You are such a freak, let's get out of here so I can explore it," Jason returned the smile.
"I'm holding you to that Lightning-Boi"
"Just get your ass over here so I can hold you." His voice was shaky as he held his hand out for Percy.
"Hey," The Son of Poseidon frowned, brushing golden hair back softly, "Hey, it’s okay. I'm here. I'm safe. You'd never let anything happen to me."
The blonde put a hand to his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath.
"You aren't allowed to die on me. I will hunt you down and kill you again." His words were rough, stern, but the softness in his eyes melted Percy to the core.
"Only if you can promise me the same,"
The Son of Jupiter nodded, letting his forehead drop to rest against Percy's.
"Ready to cross the River of Misery?"
"One step closer," The black-haired boy sighed.
And with a final brush against a golden cheek, they intertwined their hands once more and stepped into the river that would take them home.
Hi my names skyla and I make myself sad with fake scenarios for HoO. Here's one I want your opinion on. Instead of leo being the 7th wheel it should have been jason. Part one of two (probably) evidence in the next one
Okay first of all Skyla is such a beautiful name🥺and hello my friend! Love that you're in my inbox❤️
Secondly, this literally broke my heart and made me go feral at the same time!! Do you know how much love this?????
Okay I love literally all your points and here's my additions:
Rick making Leo the third/seventh wheel had no basis because Leo's personality isn't coded to have issues like that. So when Rick made him seventh wheel he had to focus Leo's entire character arc around it because otherwise it would have been completely invalid and plotless (lowkey it was but like there was some ingraining). So absolutely agree with you on the fact that Leo shouldn't have had the whole seventh wheel bullshit🙄
I LOVE LIKE CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT YOU THINK JASON (Alexander @derpywarren) GRACE SHOULD BE SEVENTH WHEEL! Your points are Hella valid also to add on:
Because he was abandoned by his mom (and by extension his sister) when he was two there'd be some level of distrust, inability to form relationships, abandonment issues from that (not a 100% guarantee but pretty high #3rdyearpsychologsaywhat) and then he is given to Lupa who although takes care of him isn't really mothering and shouldn't be expected to be since she's a literal wolf. Also him being surrounded by the pack where he is the only human would be understanbly isolating. On top of this he would have to watch the only other humans (those demigods who go train with Lupa briefly before going to SPQR) go off and leave without him #abandonmentissuescomethrough. Now you have this kid (because he is undoubtedly still a child) who is fair enough a gentleman and will protect you and fight for you but he doesn't know how to connect with you. Doesn't know how to get close to anyone. And even if he did why would he because they're probably gonna leave again?
So he goes to SPQR and he chooses to become part of the lowest cohort (and we know Rick made it seem like it's because he wanted to he the hero and make him give them glory) but maybe it's because if he becomes part of the higher ranking ones he has to be involved, has to become part of a tight knit team and that means letting people in. (there's also some validation in him being scared they'll use him for his status) so he joins the lowest ranking cohort and if they fail oh well at least he never let anyone down or anyone in.
On the topic of Reyna. Maybe the reason her and Jaosn never worked out is because of him and not because of her (gods I cannot stand that rick made it seem like there was something wrong with her that she could never find love??? WTF kind of shit is that to say to a teenage girl?????????) So maybe because jason doesn't really know how to be vulnerable, how to let people see you their relationship never worked. He was a good soldier (which gave him praetor status and probably respect form Reyna) but he was a bad friend (or at least a detached friend) and for Reyna who lost her sister she probably needed someone stable and kind to wear down her stoniness.
Then Jase loses his memories and although he somehow (gods knows????) gradually gets them back we firstly dont know if he gets all of them or if he gets them accurately (because as we learn in neuropsychology memory is fickle and very easily manipulated). So he loses his memories by someone else's hand so on top of having abandonment issues and connection issues he probably also develops trust issues. And all these people know each other because piper and Leo know each other, Hazel and Frank and Percy know each other, Annabeth Leo piper know each other and obviously percabeth. He's the odd one out because he disappeared before Hazel and Frank could become friends and all his mems of Pipes and Leo are fake.
And now he's part of this huge quest to save the world, he doesn't really know anyone and they don't know him and how much can you really trust the son of Jupiter because it's not like the king of the gods has been especially kind or helpful to any of them in the past. On top of all this Rick knocks him out for most of this damn quest so he feels useless on top of everything else.
Anyone this idea is *chefs kiss* and I'm crying with you😭🥺
When I tell you there is a distinct lack of jercy smut on Tumblr I mean it.
The best I can offer you is to scroll through @percyinpanties blog (specifically the #jercy tag) because I know they write smut. I've read a ton of their stuff and it is all glorious! Can never praise them enough
Here's a link to one of their fics
And then @pjoheadcannonsandaus answered an ask exactly like this where they managed to gather more stuff than I did but I don't think I've had a chance to read all of them yet. The links are mostly Headcanons but they're damn good!
Alternatively scroll through the AO3 #jercysmut tag because there should be stuff there. (im not on AO3 so I can't link anything specific but I know there are some smut fics there because I follow the autobot @ao3feed-jercy account that posts any fics tagged as jercy on AO3 and there's some with explicit tags)
If anyone knows any jercy smut fics PLEASE LINK I am begging you🥺
Any chance of getting something maybe set in the future or smthng where percy is telling either his kids or young demigods about how good and powerful jason was or just recalling some of their old adventures and its Percy's way of getting closure for jason? Can be angsty can be fluff whatever floats yah boat:)
I am not afraid to admit I teared up writing this. I am an emotional bitch. Anyway I hope you enjoy Anon!
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"Come on boys, your sister's already in bed." Percy got up from the couch to pick up the stray toys and blankets still littered around the room.
"Can we get a story tonight Pops?" Charles looked up at him with big brown eyes.
"Sure baby, what about?"
"About," Lee looked to his twin and then back at his father, "About daddy?"
He released a soft breath, crouching down so he was at eye level with them.
"Of course, I'm always happy to tell you about your dad."
"Thanks Pops!" They beamed and then raced off to get ready for bed.
Percy stood up to lean against the wall, letting the ache of missing his husband wash over him. It pressed against his ribs, made breathing an impossibility. Blue eyes, bright with laughter flashed through his mind. He blinked the tears away, now was not the time to break down.
"Zoe, you want to come listen to the story?"
"What's the story?" She scrunched her nose, "I don't want to hear about the princess and the dragon. Everyone knows she should have made friends with the dragon and gone on amazing adventures."
He struggled to hold in a laugh as she rolled her pale green eyes, "You don't have to worry tonight, it's a story about dad."
She lit up then, smile as bright as the sun, "You're gonna tell us about dad? Yes let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her brothers' room.
He didn't bother to keep his laugh in this time, letting her drag him through the house.
In a matter of moments the boys were tucked into their beds. Zoe was climbing onto his lap as he tried to get comfy on the bean bag sat in the middle of the room.
"Okay you want to hear about a time we killed a monster or time at camp or something else?"
"Monster!" Zoe and Charles cheered.
"Camp," Lee said softly.
"Okay you little gremlins how about both? I'll tell you the story about how your dad accidentally stabbed me."
They nodded, smuggling deeper into their beds and looked at him expectantly.
"It was around the middle of summer, actually your dad's birthday. And I had planned to have a picnic in the strawberry fields. We only had the day to be together because it was Capture the Flag that night and you know your Aunt Annabeth was a tyrant when it came to camp games," He winked, making them giggle.
Lee furrowed his little brow. "Why were you going to the strawberry fields?"
"Yea why not the woods, or the beach?" Charles asked.
"Your dad never really liked the beach. He says there's too much sand and too much water," He laughed softly, "And the woods aren't really that safe. It's better to stay well within camp boarders."
"But why—" Charles started up again.
"Charlie," Zoe scolded, "Let Pops finish the story. You can ask questions later."
"Nobody asked you Zoe," He stuck his tongue out.
Lee untucked his arm and held it off the bed expectantly. His twin sighed and clasped their hands together.
"Later Charlie,"
Percy's heart skipped a beat, as it always did when the twins acted like this. It was Jason's favourite thing about them—that silent understanding, that unspoken bond.
"Carry on Pops," Lee nodded solemnly.
"We had a little party for dad in the dining hall with a silly lightning bolt shaped cake and cloud cupcakes." He didn't tell them that all the drinks were same shade of green as his eyes because that was his husband's favourite colour. Or that Jason had pulled him in and kissed him so hard they had almost started a hurricane right there.
"I had asked my friends to help me set up a picnic blanket and a basket in the fields so we could go after breakfast. But when we got there everything had been trampled and broken."
Zoe gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth.
"Oh no," Lee's face pulled in horror.
"Who did it Pops? What happened?" Charles was sitting up now, his hand still firmly holding his twin's.
He gave them a wide eyed look, struggling to hold back his laugh at their intent expressions.
"Well we were both very confused and quickly took our swords out but then we heard a rustle from behind us. We turned around and sitting on a rock was this huge serpent. It was brown and swampy green with two giant horns on its head. And it was just staring at us."
"Your dad tried to get closer but before he could strike his sword this thing was moving towards us. It jumped on me and I fell to the ground."
They all let out a comically loud gasp.
"My sword fell out of my hand. But your dad was there and he sliced his sword down on it. Except he missed the monster because it moves so fast and his sword hit me instead."
Charles groaned, falling back onto his pillow.
"Come on Pops what happened?" Zoe bounced, looking up at him.
"So I'm injured, the monster is still slithering everywhere and your dad is trying to make sure I'm not gonna die. Before he could get me some ambrosia the serpent is back and striking at him. That's when I finally grab all the water from the strawberries and throw it at the monster. And then it crumbled to dust. Guess it wasn't thirsty huh?"
He didn't tell them he choked that creature till it didn't know the difference between blood and water, didn't tell them he nearly died trying to control so much with an injury. Didn't tell them the fury he felt when it had tried to attack his boyfriend.
"Uncle Grover was not happy with me because all the strawberries died but your dad and i made it back to the infirmary and we got all better. Which was great because Aunt Annabeth and Aunt Clarisse would have killed us if we couldn't participate in Capture the Flag." He laughed.
"What was the monster Pops?" Lee asked, earthy eyes wide.
Zoe frowned, "Yea and how did it get in? I thought camp was protected. "
"And who won capture the flag?" Charles waved his hands impatiently.
"We found out the monster was called Cerastes and it probably dug itself up under the borders. There was a whole maze running under camp, but it collapsed after Aunt Annabeth and I helped the creator out."
Zoe squealed, "Can we hear that story next?"
"Maybe another night, princess. And to answer your question Charlie," He smiled at his son, "Clarisse's team won capture the flag. Your dad and and Aunt Clarisse made us clean toilets for a week because we lost."
"Aw daddy," Lee scrunched his nose.
"Yes Annabeth was very unimpressed with them. Alright, time to sleep now."
"Pops," Zoe hugged his neck, "I miss dad."
He wrapped his arms around her little body, "Me too princess. But someday we will all see each other again."
Lee looked at him curiously, "How do you know?"
"Because your dad is in a very special place and if you guys continue to be brave and kind you will also go to that special place and you will see him again."
"And will you be there?" Charles tugged at his hand.
"I hope so. I think if you all give me kisses I'll be able to trade them in when the time comes."
They pounced on him, dissolving into giggles as he kissed them back and tickled their little feet.
"I love you guys, and your dad loved you more than all the stars in the sky." He looked at each of them, green eyes bright with love and sorrow.
"We love you too Pops." Charles let out a yawn.
"Yea, love you Pops." Lee climbed back into bed, "Are we getting pancakes tomorrow?"
"It is birthday tradition," He grinned at them, "And especially since you're becoming old men. Pancakes are soft so you don't have to chew when your teeth start falling out."
"Our teeth fall out?" Charles gave him an appalled look.
"Only if you don't brush your teeth Charlie." Zoe said matter of factly.
"Thats right," He held in a laugh at her serious expression.
"Goodnight little ones." He picked his daughter up, switching off the lights and closing the door halfway.
"You ready for bed princess?"
"Mhm Pops," She blinked slowly, "Can I help you make pancakes tomorrow?"
"Yes please," He laid her down gently, "You're the best sous chef ever."
Her answering beam made his chest tighten.
"I love you Pops. Thank you for the story."
"Was it to your satisfaction?" He flicked her nose softly.
"I like when you and dad save each other," She burrowed into her blankets, "It's much better when you do things together, instead of those silly princes who want to save the princess but don't let her help."
He shook his head in amusement, "When you go on your own adventures remember to do things together."
"We're gonna be a team." She gave him a determined look and then yawned.
He kissed her forehead and pulled up the blankets before leaving the room.
With a sigh he escaped to his own bed, sitting down with the heaviness of longing.
Jason and him weren't just a team; they were the question and answer, the sun and the moon, the beginning, middle and end.
He picked up the framed picture of them on their wedding day, Jason's blue eyes bright with happiness, and Percy looking at his husband like he hung the stars in the sky just so their glow could shine onto this love.
"I miss you my Saving Grace," He whispered.
And then laughed, as he felt the soft caress of wind brushing over his damp cheeks and dancing between his fingers.
