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jankwritten · 3 months

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Comfort Food

Jason has just managed to slump onto the bench at table one for lunch when, seemingly from thin air, a brownie materializes before him.

He stares down at it. It is smooth along the top, ribboned with cracks like all the best brownies he’s ever had in his life.

He imagines this is how Tantalus feels. To be so close to something he wants so bad, knowing that he won’t be able to reach it, not really. That he can try all he wants, but surely wherever the brownie appeared from, it will just as fast disappear if he reaches for it.

Jason, unfortunately, has a lifetime’s worth of training in not reaching for it.

Moving over so the temptation isn’t directly before him, Jason pulls forward his empty plate and, with a pitiful sigh, summons the lunch he’s eaten every day since he turned ten.

The brownie follows him.

Jason tries not to notice, because, frankly, admitting he’s being haunted by a pastry is a step too far, even for his standards. He does not notice when a brownie shows up on his nightstand after he’s had a hard time breathing in a normal pattern. (It’s not a panic attack.) He does not notice when a brownie appears beside the ambrosia one of the Apollo kids tried to give him. (He doesn’t need it, he’s fine.) He looks the other way when a brownie shows up on the napkin he’s handed for s’mores at the campfire. (He can’t eat the s’mores either.)

He can handle it. He can handle the constant, demanding temptation. He will not succumb to it, gods dammit, he’s stronger than whatever fucked up test the fates are throwing at him. If this is one of his Herculean tasks, so be it. Jason will endure.

Nico throws himself to the ground at Jason’s side. Peleus, around the other side of Thalia’s Pine, snorts.

Jason simply shuts his book and directs his attention to the dramatic lump of Hades spawn at his hip. “Yes?”

“You keep disappearing,” Nico mutters. “I’m exhausted.”

Something warm and fluttery beats into Jason’s chest. “You were looking for me?”

Nico lifts his head up just enough to give Jason a flat, dead look. Then, he flops back over.

Jason tries not to be too pleased. Nico was looking for him, which means Nico was actively seeking him out, and by his lack of urgency, it doesn’t seem like it was for anything more than hanging out. They’re friends now, or to the point where Nico will admit they’re friends, but Jason is still getting used to Nico showing up around him to just…be around him. Sure, with the others it makes sense - Percy loves getting attention from his friends, and Piper and Leo demand his attention so they can all three silently sit together in a room doing their own thing. Nico is more distant, to put a name on it. He’s fiercely loyal and everything, Jason knows Nico’s always got his back, but he’s not really the kind of guy who likes to hang out.

When he does, though, of his own volition? It feels pretty damn nice.

Which is why Jason feels so awful when he looks down to his book on his plaid picnic blanket, and spots a fucking brownie, innocent and perfect on a pristine napkin.

His stomach turns. He closes his eyes immediately and tilts his head up to breathe.

Gods. Not a fucking second goes by that he’s not being tested.

“What’s wrong?”

Jason reopens his eyes to the foliage overhead - the pine needles are lush and thick, dappling the sunlight enough to create comfortable shade. He inhales, and exhales. “You ever get the feeling the gods are screwing with you, specifically, on purpose?”

Nico scoffs. “Yes. All the time.”

Jason peeks down at him and, though he does smile, it fades fast. He sighs, tilting his head all the way back to the tree trunk.

The tone of hanging out shifts and Jason feels pathetic about it. Nico sits up.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It is not nothing, you- tell me.”

It really feels like nothing, compared to what Nico’s been put through. A stupid brownie sitting in his peripherals for the last three days has nothing on walking through Tartarus, getting kidnapped by Giants, and being held prisoner in a fucking jar.

Nico puts a hand on his shoulder. Jason feels infinitely worse.

“Whatever it is, you can trust me, Jason, seriously. I’m here for you.”

Burying himself alive sounds like a decent option. “You could just open up a crack in the ground, frankly,” Jason says.

Nico, unfortunately, only looks more concerned.

Jason supposes if there’s anyone to begrudgingly admit the brownie haunting to, it would be the boy who can summon ghosts. Who is unfortunately also the most likely to be offended that Jason sees this as a fucking trial. Gods dammit.

“Jason-”

“Brownies keep showing up everywhere I go!” Jason blurts out, before Nico can start any more well meaning, heart rending shit. Jason buries his face in his hands. “Which would be fine because I like brownies, but I can’t- it’s like they’re trying to trick me, like someone’s got a sick vendetta against me, or, like, the gods are trying to teach me to not give in to what I want!”

Nico’s stretching silence is, frankly, not reassuring in the slightest.

Jason hunches down further and waits for the retreat. For Nico to say something soft but cutting about how he has to handle real problems while Jason gets chased around by fucking dessert foods.

This is it: the most humiliating moment in his life.

“You…can’t eat brownies?”

“No,” Jason says, muffled. “I’m allergic to fucking tree nuts.”

More horrific silence. Here he is, Jason Grace, whining that his hardest trial in life is a fucking nut allergy.

Nico’s hand moves from his arm. Jason’s stomach sinks to the pits of the Underworld.

“I had no idea,” Nico says, under his breath. “Since when?”

Jason lifts his head back up, though he refuses to open his eyes. His face is hot like a sunburn. “I think since I was a kid? I-I forgot, y’know, with the amnesia, but I would get these awful stomach aches after eating stuff, and I’d feel like I couldn’t breathe right and- I talked to Frank about it a few months ago and he told me I was probably allergic to something. Reyna confirmed it.”

“Oh,” Nico says.

Jason, hating himself deep in his lungs, looks at his friend. One of his best friends. Likely about to be ex-friend.

Nico looks…constipated.

“I know, it’s stupid,” Jason says in a rush. “I made it sound really serious and it wasn’t, it’s nothing like, you know, bad, it’s only annoying. I mean- it really sucks, y’know, this thing I love keeps appearing but I don’t know if I can trust it to not make me sick, and it’s like- like some god out there knows all that. It just sucks.” He’s such a loser, isn’t he.

“Jason,” Nico says, again in that soft, almost pitying tone. “It’s- It’s not a god.”

“What?”

Nico swallows, and shuffles around on the blanket. He folds up his legs, and then tangles his hands together and looks down at them.

If Jason didn’t know better, he’d say Nico almost looked…

“I’ve been the one sending you brownies. I know you like them, uhm, and I wanted to help you feel better. Cheer you up, I guess.”

…guilty.

Nico looks back up at him, through his eyelashes, then immediately back down. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” he says. “I-I’m really- I’m so sorry.”

“You’re the brownie ghost?”

This time, Nico looks up with fluttering eyelids, a confused wrinkle to his brow.

Jason stares back at him as his stomach launches back up from underground, as his chest squeezes and his shoulders lift, “you’re the brownie ghost!”

“I, uhm, sorry?”

There was no god taunting him! No awful portent of an oncoming apocalypse! Just a misguided friend trying to do something nice, oh, gods, Jason could touch the clouds right now.

Nico was being sweet! To him!

“Are you mad at me?” Nico asks.

Jason only barely refrains from bear hugging him. “No! Nico, gods, no, I-I thought- I mean, you heard what I thought, but- you were trying to cheer me up?”

“I really didn’t know.”

“No, I know you didn’t. I know you wouldn’t do that. Oh my gods, that is such a relief, you don’t even know. I was so freaked out-” Jason stops himself, catches the pinched up look on Nico’s face. “It was a really, really nice thing, with context.

Nico doesn’t look totally convinced, but he drops his shoulders, relaxes his fingers. “I’m still sorry.”

“Already forgiven.” Jason looks down at the brownie again, and laughs. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He doesn’t have to look to know Nico’s ears are red, to know he’s shaking his head to himself either in disbelief, or an attempt to shake off the compliment. But it’s true, no matter what Nico tells himself. He’s incredible.

“Whatever,” Nico mutters. Then, after a moment, he slumps all the way back to the ground, and sprawls.

Jason tosses the brownie to Peleus and dusts the crumbs off on Nico’s shirt.

When Nico cracks an eye open to glare at him, Jason grins, with one last petty swipe of his hand.

(Later that night, after the campfire, Jason settles into his cabin, still smiling about how silly he’d been. When he rolls onto his side, there is a brownie on his nightstand, lit by the yellow glow of the only lamp.

Written on the napkin, in shaky, unpracticed handwriting, it says, “no nuts. I triple checked.”

Jason has never eaten anything faster in his life.)

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #comfort food #fanficiton #tw food aversion #but it's due to allergy so does it really count #LISTEN!!! I just thought it would be silly and cute. nico noticed when Jason is feeling down and tries to do a small thing to cheer him up #something that he doesn't have to take credit for and can make Jason happy in peace #which backfires HORRIBLY because Jason doesn't talk about himself and Nico doesn't like long conversations at all #so allergies never came up #and Jason thinks he's just. cursed.#when in fact. his best friend is just learning how to love him #frankly i'm just taking these prompts and doing my best to subvert them I guess LMFAO #like this is supposed to be about comfort foods. which for Jason would be brownies.#but instead i made him unable to eat them. so they are discomfort food. >:)#angst food #anyway #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo

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ichangemyusertoomuch · 1 month

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~ Bruno is Orange - Hop Along

~ Gore warning

Jack Harkness and Angelo Colasanto

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sisididis · 3 months

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I might be giving away my age here, but one of the first games that got me into Greek mythology was Poptropica. (I did say that I might be giving away my age.) I haven’t played it in ages, but the Mythology Island quest was truly top-tier. And that mission where you have to rinse off the graffiti on the entrance to Hades’ realm?

“Hades is a deadbeat.”

After reading the Percy Jackson series, I can honestly say that out all the gods and goddesses, Hades is the least deadbeat parent. On the contrary, he might be the best parent out of all of them, at least according to godly parent standards.

#i finally watched the last pjo episode and i loved jay duplass’ performance!#i've always pictured hades as a not-so-morose severus snape #but i'm happy with jay duplass' yassified take too #anyway like i said hades might be the best godly parent out of all of them #i’ll never forgive him for telling nico that it would have been better if he had died instead of bianca #...but as long as that scene in the blood of olympus exists he is redeemable in my eyes #“My children are so rarely happy. I … I would like to see you be an exception.”#my entries #pjo #pjo hades #nico di angelo

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irlronannlynch · 2 years

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I want someone to be the will solace to my Nico di Angelo but like also the Nico di angelo to my will solace yknow?

#I’m pretty sure I have bpd #also all of my best friendships can be described by forever winter by Taylor swift #but it’s all good #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #heros of olympus #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #toa #solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #riordanverse

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reinedeslys-central · 7 days

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more for this nico-dealing-after-blood-of-olympus fic:

it's just like his brain is somehow - offline. Not willing to help him string up the words to this sentence that's sitting on his tongue. The disrespect.

He's still got to power through, though, and now he's just been standing here at the table for a good ten seconds without saying anything, gods, Will must feel so awkward trying to politely ignore Nico standing behind him. What to say, what to say, need to provide a functional human first(-ish) impression on the conversation -

Will bends his head further over the book he's reading, which seems to have a diagram on it. He shifts his neck to look at it from another angle, just enough for Nico to see the page's title: "Cross-sections of the Circulatory System".

Oh, so - a biology textbook. Cool, cool, that makes sense, since Will's the head camp medic, so maybe -

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out - "The, uh, the medulla oblongata controls parasympathetic ventilation, like, coughing and sneezing and stuff." Or - is that even correct? Damn, what if Will's going to make fun of him for getting it wrong, maybe he should try another one -

"..The pancreas secretes sodium bicarbonate, lipase, protease, and amylase into the small intestine to help with digestion." There, that works for a conversation starter. Will should definitely know about that since he lectured Nico about his starch intake last week in the infirmary.

("I don't care if they're all carbs, di Angelo, at this point you just need to eat, I don't give a pegasus' ass whether it's all carbs and fats -" - which, whatever. )

It takes him a moment to realise Will hasn't said anything back. In fact, he's barely even moved, only enough to squint at his textbook from a new angle. Clearly the most self-aware guy in the room, this guy.

He tries again. Can't have people calling him un-persistent, or whatever.

"So, the, lumen of the vein is larger than the artery, right? Since they have thinner walls?" Oh, curse me. His own insults to that zoom around his brain like a sledgehammer on nectar. And for all his embarrassment, what does he get? Nothing. Solace is still sitting, thumbing through the pages like he hasn't heard anything.

So much for Reyna making his promise to try having friends, and so much for Solace dumping out on him for pushing people away. If he's going to ignore him, and not even tell him why like - like someone who'd promised to be honest with him, then he can just catch up with his textbook in private and not have to deal with Nico's awkward conversation starters or help in the infirmary again.

Fuck it. He stomps away, shaking out his fringe and angrily pressing his thumb into the indent of his initials in his sword's hilt.

No need to let anyone think the Fates are playing favourites, because clearly Nico's in a league of his own with them. Even better, they must love him so much, because right at that moment, when he's suddenly, too irrationally angry to think about where he's going, he trips over a side table and goes careening headfirst into the shelf by the window.

Ah, merde.

"Hey, are you al- wait, Nico? What are you doing here, man? You okay?"

...And of course that's what finally makes Solace wake up from his biology-induced lotus casino haze.

As Solace bounds over, ostensibly to do his whole why-aren't-you-taking-care-of-yourself-better-nico-listen-to-me-I'm-a-doctor-so-I-know-best-and-you-don't routine, Nico resists the urge to melt into the wall, literally. Why did he tell Reyna he'd try making friends? Look where it gets him. Why, of all people, did he have to say he'd try hanging out with Solace of all people when Reyna demanded he give her some actual names to back up his promises?

- ..stupidi ragazzi carini con i loro stupidi sorrisi e le loro stupide lamentele e la loro mancanza di consapevolezza spaziale perché los tre Moirai sono così per me, mamma? perché, dei, perché....

Solace hauls him up halfway into his arms and starts asking him random questions, like:

"What's your name?" Rude, didn't he just call Nico from across the room?

"Okay, okay, cool, I deserved that one, can you tell me what day it is?" How is Nico supposed to answer that. He barely knows what day it is on a good day, he just follows camp schedule through osmosis most of the time, asking random campers what the strategies for the next capture the flag game are to get a gauge on how far away it is -

"Shit, c'mon man, help me out here, what were you looking for in the library anyway? I didn't know you were the reading type - " Which, again, rude? Does Nico not look like the reading type? Is it the black and silver? Does he not look smart enough or something? Hazel's a literal whiz, and Solace knows that, so it can't be a Hades thing.

"Come on, Nico, talk to me. You know why you came to the library, right? Can you at least tell me that?"

To talk to you, dumbass! Because you're ignoring me! Like I'm only worth your time when I'm a patient!

But it's not like he can just say that, because that would be weird. Joy of joys, Solace is getting even closer now, what the hell is going on?

"Uh - listen, don't freak out, maybe I'm freaking out, it's okay, stay calm, I'm calm, I literally do this every day, uh, can you just look straight at me, di Angelo? Need to get a good look at your eyes, figure out how bad we're dealin' here -" and he starts leaning in even closer what the literal fuck -

Is this Nico's punishment for insulting the Fates? Because, damn.

Also, because Nico's brain loves him, it abandons him once more in his time of need, forcing him to let out the weirdest squeak he's absolutely going to deny he ever made. He feels his cheeks warm, and jerks an inch away in a weird full-body shake like Frank sometimes does after returning to his human form.

Gods, what a nightmare. He lifts his hands up to cover his burning face and discreetly look for the nearest shadow when he notices Solace's ashen face, freezing.

Before he can get a real, human word out, Solace is suddenly stepping forward and cradling the back of Nico's head in a ridiculously warm hand while the other cards through his hair.

What the fuck. What the absolute fuck. He would say it feels like his soul is leaving his body if he didn't already know exactly how that felt. His eyes go wide as he wheezes, trying to stammer out a demand for Solace to fucking explain himself, taking liberties with his person -

Solace steps back, clearly confused. "No huge bumps, alright.. maybe shock?" His eyes widen again, as if he's just now noticing the state he's left Nico in.

"Shit, shit, it looks like shock, dilated pupils, difficulty breathing, hold on, di Angelo, let's get you to the infirmary - " Uh, absolutely not? 'Di Angelo' has had enough of the infirmary for a lifetime, grazie mille, Dr. Solace. There isn't even anything wrong with him this time! He's not the one asking weird questions and doing weird things this time.

Without any further thought, he turns around and starts fighting his way out of Solace's grip. If his favourite doctor's shocked cursing is anything to go by, it's the first time a patient's actively tried to escape his tender mercies.

Scratch that. Solace's arms tighten around his waist and the ensuing scuffle makes it clear this is not his first time. Shit, Nico might actually lose this one.

"Sunoffa- Nico! I'm trying to help, calm down!" Like hell you are, Solace. Let me the fuck go (so I can run away and wallow with the nymphs) and maybe then we'll talk.

He redoubles his efforts while pivoting to avoid the lamp on the table next to them.

"You fucking menace," Solace hisses, and if that hidden loss of cool makes Nico grin, well, what's a skull scarf for. Not every day you get to make Sir Doctor Extraordinaire stop being all sunshiney for a day.

Solace finally growls and stops fighting him. "Alright, you win! Hey, can't you stop aggravating your injuries for once?" Which. Wait, what injury? Nico's in perfect health!

"- and like, wartime's one thing, normal camp is another. Do you seriously not respect your body at all? Come on, you haven't even argued it! D'you seriously hate the infirmary that much? Are we a joke to you? You haven't even said anything since you hit your head and - " Nico lets the rest of Will's rant fly over him as he stills, and his mind goes, oh. Oh, this is hilarious. Okay, well, all he's gotta do to correct Will's little misconception is to say something then, right?

He opens up his mouth to cut Will off when he lands on his burning blue eyes and realises, belatedly, that Will's warm arms are still ever-so-gently and firmly cradling his waist, curling around the coarse fabric of his Camp Half-Blood tee.

As his brain goes offline for the the third and hopefully final time, Nico bemoans his existence and prepares himself to blurt out:

"The kidneys are where erythrocytes go to die."

Oh, Dei miei. That's not even right. "Well, no, I mean, the kidneys are where erythropoietin is produced, when the medulla oblongata detects a lack of oxygen in the body, which stimulates the growth of more red blood cells in the bone marrow..."

At least Will's shut up now, which is great. Nico can already feel the headache brewing from his ranting. Instead of backing off, however, Will absentmindedly adjusts his grip on Nico's waist and cocks his head to the side.

"...Did you come to the library to ask me to help you with your biology homework? Because, and I really mean no offense, buddy, but I kinda thought you were a year-round camper. Where'd you find the time to study AP Bio?"

Nico gives up and melts to the floor, ignoring Will's cries to groan and repeatedly thunk his head into the thankfully carpeted floor. This is how Nico dies. He prays for his father to open up the ground and bring him down to the palace for a visit. Will's still struggling to pull him up off the floor (if he's going to chase after him, he can deal with having to catch him, damnit), but only one thought is playing through Nico's mind.

Oh, I'm never going to live this one down, am I?

same fic different scene 0 - prologue-ish

#why is writing so hard #I did not expect to struggle so hard w this scene when I watched it in my head for hours #nico di angelo #riordanverse #pjo fic #worldbuilding my beloved #toying with a chb fic about nico and grief and what three days in the infirmary actually looks like #plus my healthy nico agenda and a healthy dose of solangelo obv #tbh I really don't like this scene hopefully it'll smooth out by the time I'm doing a rewrite #will solace #feel free to correct me with the italian it's literally all g translate and a bunch of dictionary work #nico honey hE'S TRYING TO DO A CONCUSSION CHECK ON YOU #STAY STILL YOU WORM #ayo not me bringing the italicised oh in so quickly #writing process #would y'all help me choose a fic title if I asked?#wow why is this so long #when the characters start doing their own thing and you're just along for the ride #nico is THE drama king #nico WOULD be the type to wear a fedora/beanie and a skull scarf #and hair ties after his hair grows out #skinny jeans & band tees & combat boots & converse and a literal sword + chains getup with a literal skull motif baked in #You Cannot Change My Mind #hoodie kid but also bomber jacket guy #you know it #they're teenagers your honour #Let Them Be Dumb #nico you utter menace I love you #will you oblivious powerhouse you're the best #nico di angelo trying to make friends

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aroaceofthesea · 1 year

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People hate on bianca but if i was given the chance of being immortal AND not having to be with my sister 24/7 i would absolutely take it some of you don't have any siblings and it shows

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titansarmy · 1 year

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this is my formal request for the pjo series to allow nico di angelo to remain 2007 emo even if we’re in the 20s

#pjo series #pjo #nico di angelo #my best boy my favouritest boy the emo representation we all needed in 2009 #if they make his style sort of alt i will claw my eyes out

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angelosearch · 4 months

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This is how I planned my final character builds in my last playthrough. I ended up tweaking a bit after I rolled with these builds for awhile. Looks like I lost a sticky note or two when I moved.

I've played FF8 so many times but when I played this year I really focused on GF-abilities and character builds more than I ever had before. Darkside + ST-ATK junction drain was a really fun build. I also loved having a fast attacker constantly on low health spamming limitbreaks while a tank used defend/cover/counter attack/return damage and protected them.

Angelo Search came in clutch, giving me items that I could refine into Rosetta Stones so everyone could have Ability×4.

#Def my best playthrough to date #I also named all my GFs after I Think You Should Leave references #Angelo brought me at least 30 Occult Fan Number 2 magazines in all the searching #Ff8 #Occult fan ii content

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motheatenpoetry · 17 days

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i've always had a sweet tooth and a picky appetite

so when the chocolate kiss stained my lips

and tasted of peanut butter

i knew

and i've always had a curious mind and a honest tongue

so i searched for the why, the buried truth

an aspiring academic needing

to know

i've always had these insatiable needs and body aches

but they lead to the revelation i sought

cocoa beans absorb the flavors

it knows

it has not always had these memories and scents

along with the regular ingredients but it

was forever changed by what it

had known

(let's be chocolate)

#amateur poetry #poetry #poems on tumblr #my poem #original poem #poems and poetry #just posting #poet #writers and poets #poetblr #its 3am #so this is genius #or incredibly stupid #all my best; angelo

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whoslaurapalmer · 1 year

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this year's tcm remembers using the night we met as the background song, a song i have on my peaks playlist, and three peaks-related people being in the memorial........my whole heart

#they did a shot of the black lodge for angelo and played part of the peaks theme with it like..........aaaaAAAAAAAAAAA #julee and lenny von dohlen and angelo are all put next to each other......#also the whole memorial was i think not quite as stunning as usual maybe bc this year i actually knew the song? usually i don't #and last year they used a cover of shiny happy people but it still worked phenomenally #but this year's is still so gorgeous anyway. they always are #tcm does the best memorial out of anyone #they used another lord huron song back in...........2017 was it??? maybe?? when the night is over. that's been stuck in my head all day

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jankwritten · 1 year

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Hazel takes a bite of her sandwich and glances at Jason from the side, her eyebrows going up as if she's silently saying, "well?"

Jason sinks his teeth into his own sandwich and pointedly ignores looking at her. It's a good sandwich, has a good crunch. He looks at it while he chews.

"Ahem," Hazel coughs, and elbows him in the side.

"Ow."

The stink eye she fixes on him is impressively frightening. Jason gulps and glances up, finally, to where Hazel was trying to drag his attention.

Nico, seated at the Hephaestus table with Leo, is grinning. Really truly grinning, like, grinning with his teeth, his eyes squinty at the corners, shoulders shaking with genuine laughter.

Jason sighs, his head tilting off to the side.

Gods, Nico is so pretty. He's always been pretty, like, it's just always been a thing Jason's noticed, but he's seen it more and more lately. Nico's been opening up more to different people around camp, and in the process getting more comfortable in his own skin. He glows, genuinely, with this nice, feathery aura around him. A soft, clean light.

"You are genuinely hopeless, you know that?"

"Yeah," Jason sighs again, turning back to his lunch. Nico's grin is, of course, seared into his brain, but it's probably better that way - he won't stare if he has the image in his mind's eye. He takes another bite of his food and elbows Hazel back. "I'm gonna ask him out soon."

Hazel shakes her head, looking up at him with false-wonder. "You are delusional. You know, I've got this running theory that the more often you say that, the less likely you are to actually do it."

"Hey! Be nice to me, I'm still technically your superior."

"Superior pain in my ass, maybe."

Jason scoffs. He shoves her, gently, just enough to make her sway in her seat and laugh all loud and scratchy like she used to only do around Nico, her head tilted back.

A silly little wedge of pride works between his bottom ribs.

Hazel, still chuckling, settles back in close enough that Jason can feel how chilly she is. Just like with Nico, he has to resist the urge to offer her his jacket. She always tells him he worries too much. He tells her it's not too much to want his friends to be comfortable.

He tears the crust off his sandwich and puts it on Hazel's plate when she turns back around to look at table nine. He looks too - Nico and Leo have their heads together over a blueprint, now, pointing out parts of it to one another.

Soon. And he really means it this time. He's gonna ask Nico out soon.

#idk what this is but i wanted to write jason and hazel being friends and this happened #so #take it i guess #can you tell i haven't read hoo in 6 years aka I don't actually know what hazel's character is like at all #spiritual successor to my jason and hazel are best friends post #Jason puts his crust on Hazel's plate 1) to annoy her but 2) because she'll go up and sacrifice them when jason doesn't feel like it #i don't actually know if pontifex is technically the superior to Praetor but we're going to act like it is #jason grace #hazel levesque #implied potential jasico #implied potential valdangelo #(implied potential valdangelace eyes emoji)#nico di angelo #leo valdez #my writing #rhys written #i just think they're neat

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