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Cooking Up Chaos

Leo Valdez x reader

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Summary: Leo’s breakfast attempt turns into burnt food, a forge fire, and the sweetest food fight ever.

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You’d think that being in the Hephaestus cabin would make Leo Valdez a decent cook. After all, if you can handle blowtorches, molten metal, and ancient Greek machinery, how hard could scrambled eggs be?

Turns out, very.

You walk into the cabin’s forge-kitchen hybrid to find black smoke curling around the ceiling. Leo is standing there, wielding a spatula like a sword, eyes wide behind his goggles. “Uh, Leo?” you cough, waving away the smoke. “What happened to ‘breakfast for everyone’? This looks like the Underworld decided to host a food tasting.”

“Funny,” Leo says, grinning sheepishly. “I just… maybe… used the forge flames to toast the bread faster. And maybe it toasted back.” He gestures to the charred remains of what you guess used to be toast.

You peer around him. There’s a pot of eggs welded to the bottom of a pan. Pancake batter is splattered across the wall. And half the bacon is still raw while the other half is on fire in the sink. You stifle a laugh. “Well, guess we should start cleaning this up before the whole cabin smells like burnt monster flesh.”

Leo groans dramatically but starts scraping eggs out of the pan. You grab a wet rag and wipe down the counters — or try to. There’s more batter than counter.

You peer around him. There’s a pot of eggs welded to the bottom of a pan. Pancake batter is splattered across the wall. And half the bacon is still raw while the other half is on fire in the sink. You stifle a laugh. “Well, guess we should start cleaning this up before the whole cabin smells like burnt monster flesh.”

Somehow, wiping down the wall turns into flicking batter at Leo’s cheek. He freezes, eyes wide, then narrows them playfully. “You wanna play that game, huh?”

“Leo, don’t you dare—”

Too late. He grabs a handful of flour from the bag and tosses it at you. It explodes like a mini snowstorm. You shriek and retaliate with a spoonful of whipped cream. Within seconds, the burnt breakfast is forgotten, replaced by a full-blown food fight. Batter, flour, whipped cream — even a runaway egg — splatter across the room.

You’re both laughing so hard you can barely stand when you slip on a patch of spilled milk, knocking Leo down with you. You end up in a giggling, flour-covered heap on the forge floor.

He brushes a dollop of cream off your nose, grinning. “I’ll stick to welding. Maybe cooking just isn’t my thing.” You snort, flicking a crumb at him. “Next time, I’m picking the menu.”

Outside, the rest of the cabin peers in, drawn by the noise. One of them sighs. “Typical Leo. Dinner and a show.”

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Under His Gaurd

Percy Jackson x reader

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Summary:Percy’s tasked with keeping you safe from monsters, but protecting you turns into something much more.

Mentions: use of the word "aura" lol

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It starts with a monster attack — of course it does.

You’re halfway to the camp’s strawberry fields when a dracaenae leaps out of nowhere, scales glistening, fangs dripping poison. Before you can even draw your dagger, there’s a rush of wind and water — and Percy appears, slamming Riptide through its neck in one smooth move.

When the monster crumbles to dust, you’re left coughing in the dirt, Percy’s hand braced on your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks, breathing hard.

You scowl at him. “You didn’t have to tackle me, you know.”

He grins, unbothered. “Sorry. Reflex.”

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An hour later, you find out the worst part: that wasn’t a one-time rescue.

“Chiron thinks you’re being targeted,” Percy says, leaning against your bunk as you toss a spare hoodie into your bag. “Something about your aura attracting monsters.”

“My aura?” you echo, unimpressed. “What am I, a walking neon sign?” Percy shrugs, his eyes twinkling. “Apparently. So — guess who’s your new bodyguard?”

You freeze mid-pack. “No. No.”

“Oh, yeah.” He smirks, folding his arms behind his head. “You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.”

Having Percy as your so-called protector turns out to be equal parts infuriating and… weirdly sweet.

He hovers behind you during training, barking pointers at you like you’re suddenly incompetent. He carries your bag, no matter how many times you yell at him to stop. He follows you to the dining pavilion and nearly fights a harpy when it snaps at you for extra dessert.

“Percy,” you hiss, dragging him away. “It’s a harpy. She’s supposed to be mean.”

“Not to you,” he grumbles, glaring over his shoulder.

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You’re about ready to strangle him by the time another monster shows up — a manticore this time, snarling at the edge of the woods. But when Percy steps in front of you, blade drawn, your heart stutters.

“Percy, don’t —”

“I’ve got it,” he says over his shoulder, voice tight. “Just stay behind me.”

He fights like the ocean itself — wild, relentless, unstoppable. But when it’s over and he’s panting in the grass, you see how his hand trembles on the hilt of his sword.

You kneel beside him, pressing your hand to his cheek. “You idiot. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I don’t care,” he says, voice cracking. He meets your eyes — so open, so fierce. “I’d rather get hurt than lose you.”

You freeze, the truth of it hitting you like a wave.

“Percy…”

He leans forward, foreheads brushing. “You drive me crazy, you know that? You don’t listen, you’re stubborn, and you keep running off. And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

You’re pretty sure your heart forgets how to beat for a second.

“Then don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t lose me.”

Percy huffs out a shaky laugh — then pulls you into his arms, hugging you so tight you almost can’t breathe.

“Not losing you,” he murmurs into your hair.

You close your eyes, pressing your forehead to his. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me, Seaweed Brain.”

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Popcorn & Portals

Marty Mcfly x reader

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Summary:A drive-in date with Marty goes haywire when a time portal opens — unleashing a dinosaur, chaos, and an unexpected kiss.

Mentions: boyfriend! Marty, portals, weird dino-creature-thing.

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You weren’t exactly sure how Marty McFly convinced you to go on a drive-in movie date in a time machine.

“This isn’t just any car,” he’d said, flashing that crooked grin that always made your brain short-circuit a little. “This is an experience. A cinematic, popcorn-filled, semi-safe, mostly-stable adventure.”

You’d rolled your eyes and agreed — mostly because spending time with Marty always turned your day into something unforgettable. And hey, if you were going to fall for a guy, he might as well have a flux capacitor.

Now, sitting beside him in the DeLorean at the old Hill Valley drive-in, you were surrounded by the scent of popcorn, the glow of the movie screen, and the faint hum of… uh, something behind the dashboard.

“You sure this thing isn’t going to jump us into a different century mid-credits?” you teased, sipping your soda.

Marty glanced at the glowing console. “Pssh. It’s totally fine. I turned off the time circuits. See? No blinking numbers, no flux. Just us and—”

Beep.

“—popcorn,” he finished quickly, smacking a few buttons with suspicious speed.

Your eyebrow arched. “That was a beep.”

“A friendly beep,” he said confidently. “Like a ‘hi, I’m doing great’ kind of beep.”

You gave him a look. “It sounded more like a ‘brace yourself’ beep.”

Before he could respond, the dashboard flickered. The screen in front of you—playing some black-and-white monster movie—froze mid-scream. The air grew heavy, electric.

And then, right in front of the DeLorean, the screen ripped open.

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A glowing, swirling blue vortex burst to life, sucking leaves, dust, and one unfortunate popcorn bucket into its center. You both stared in horrified silence.

“That’s not part of the movie,” you whispered.

Marty’s voice cracked. “Nope. That’s a wormhole. Cool, cool, everything’s fine, totally normal Friday night—”

Suddenly, a lizard-like creature — something out of a prehistoric nightmare — fell through the portal. It hit the ground with a wet thud, blinked twice at you both, then let out a bone-rattling screech.

You and Marty screamed in unison.

“What is that?!” you yelped, slapping his arm as the creature started sniffing the DeLorean.

“I DON’T KNOW! It looks like a dinosaur mated with a microwave!”

The beast crawled onto the hood, peering through the windshield. Its breath fogged the glass. You clutched Marty’s jacket sleeve. “Do something!”

“Like what?! Offer it a ride to the Jurassic era?!” “Try popcorn!” you shouted, grabbing the bucket and hurling a handful out the window.

To your shock, the creature loved it.

It leapt off the car and scurried after the popcorn pile — long enough for Marty to dive over the console and furiously slam buttons like his life depended on it.

“Okay, okay, flux capacitor’s rerouting. Portal’s destabilizing. We just need to lure it back into the hole before—”

A sudden roar behind you. The creature had returned. And it was climbing up your side of the car.

“OH NO, I AM NOT A SNACK!” you shouted, grabbing Marty’s arm.

He bolted out of the car, yanking your hand and pulling you into a sprint. “New plan: we run and scream until the universe figures itself out!”

You both darted around the lot like total lunatics — tossing popcorn, slipping on soda cups, ducking behind other parked cars. The creature followed, confused and very, very loud.

Eventually, you turned and saw it pause near the portal, sniffing the glowing air.

Marty panted beside you. “Now or never.”

You looked at each other — then charged.

Marty whooped, flinging the last of the popcorn at the creature’s face. It shrieked, turned, and leapt through the portal just as it began to collapse in on itself.

FWOMP.

Silence.

The portal vanished.

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You both stood in stunned silence, breathing heavily, your clothes rumpled and your hearts racing.

“…So,” you said after a moment, “still better than prom?”

Marty laughed, doubled over. “Way better. I mean, did anyone else at prom save the timeline with popcorn?”

You smiled, catching your breath. “We should probably get out of here before that thing comes back with friends.”

“Yeah,” he said, brushing popcorn out of your hair. “But uh… before we do something rational… can I do something stupid?”

You tilted your head. “Like?”

He stepped closer, one hand still lightly holding yours. “Like this.”

Marty leaned in and kissed you — soft, a little shaky, but warm and absolutely worth the chaos. You melted into it, forgetting everything else for a second.

When he pulled away, his grin returned.

“Ten outta ten,” you whispered. “Would time travel again.”

He winked. “Next date, you’re driving.”

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One More for the Team

Jason Grace x reader

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Summary: You want to adopt a puppy, but Jason hesitates. After you convince him it’s worth it, he agrees, and you bring home your new dog, Storm.

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You never thought your weekend trip to the city would end at an animal shelter — but with Jason Grace at your side, life was always unpredictable in the best way.

You were the one who spotted the dog first — a shaggy, golden retriever curled up in the corner of the city shelter’s pen, looking more like a mop than a puppy.

“Jason, look!” you whispered, tugging his arm before he could pass the window.

Jason paused, following your gaze. He squinted at the bundle of fur. “He’s… cute?” he said, but you could already tell he was hesitating — Jason Grace, heroic leader, king of battle plans, but a total softie when it came to responsibility.

“He’s adorable,” you corrected, eyes pleading. “Can we just go in? Just to see him?”

Jason sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Fine. But we’re not adopting a dog today, okay?”

You ignored that last part as you dragged him inside. Within seconds, you were kneeling by the pen while the dog shyly padded over, tail wagging low. You stuck your fingers through the gate, and he licked them with a soft little whine.

Jason hovered behind you, arms crossed, but his eyes softened when the dog’s tail thumped against the floor.

“He likes you,” you said.

“He likes everyone,” Jason shot back, but his tone was gentle. He crouched beside you and let the puppy sniff his fingers too.

A volunteer came over. “He was found on the street. He’s really sweet — loves people. He just needs a home.”

You looked up at Jason with your best puppy eyes — matching the dog’s. “Please?” you mouthed.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck, visibly torn. “We’re busy. We’re always traveling. What if a monster shows up when we’re walking him?”

“We’ll train him. He can be our watch dog. A monster alarm!” you said, trying not to giggle. “And when you go flying around on Tempest, he can keep me company. He’ll love camp. He’ll have a big yard, so many people to play with. And I’ll take care of him when you’re gone — promise.”

Jason looked back at the puppy, who was now licking his shoe like it was the best snack ever.

“I don’t know…” he said weakly.

“Jase.” You rested your hand on his arm. “He needs us. And maybe we need him too. You know, a bit of normal life for once. Just you, me, and…” You glanced at the dog’s wagging tail. “What would we even name him?”

Jason cracked a real smile at last. “If we did this — hypothetically — I’d vote for Storm. Because you’re right. He’d be our monster alarm. Our little storm warning.”

You squealed, hugging him so tightly he almost fell over.

“So is that a yes?” you breathed against his shoulder.

Jason sighed dramatically, but you felt him nod against your hair. “Yeah. Okay. One more for the team.”

The puppy barked as if he understood. Jason just laughed — and when he kissed your forehead, you knew you’d won.

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A Snowy Escape

Harry Potter x reader

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Summary: when classes are canceled do to a snowstorm, you and Harry are left making unforgettable snow day memories.

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The morning started with a surprise — a blanket of fresh snow covering the Hogwarts grounds, thick and sparkling under the pale winter sun. The usual hustle of students rushing to classes was replaced by excited chatter and the crunch of boots on icy paths.

Professor McGonagall’s voice echoed through the castle halls, announcing that all classes were canceled due to the snowstorm. Relief and excitement rippled through the students like a spell.

You wrapped your scarf tighter and spotted Harry near the entrance hall, already pulling on his gloves. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and his dark hair was dusted with snowflakes.

“Snow day, huh?” he grinned, bumping his shoulder lightly against yours. “Ready for a little chaos?”

You laughed, breath visible in the crisp air. “Only if you’re ready to lose at snowball fights.”

The two of you dashed outside, where the courtyard had transformed into a winter wonderland. Snow piled high on rooftops and clung to ancient stone statues, and the sky was a soft gray, promising more snow to come.

You teamed up quickly, hurling snowballs with fierce determination. Harry was surprisingly quick on his feet, dodging and weaving with a grin that made your heart skip. You both ended up laughing breathlessly, snow-covered and rosy-cheeked, collapsing onto the cold ground.

“Truce?” Harry panted, holding out a gloved hand.

“Truce,” you agreed, shaking his hand before pulling him into a playful shove.

Later, you built snowmen side by side, each with a crooked smile and mismatched buttons. Harry wrapped a scarf around the taller one, declaring it “Sir Snowington,” and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly charm.

After the last snowball was thrown and the snowmen stood proudly in the courtyard, you and Harry looked at each other, cheeks flushed from the cold and laughter.

“Not ready to go inside yet,” Harry said, brushing snow off his sleeves.

“Me neither,” you agreed.

Without another word, he took your hand, and you followed him up the spiraling stairs to the Owlery — a quiet refuge high above the castle.

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Inside, the warmth was gentler than the common room’s fire but comforting nonetheless. The tall windows framed the snowy grounds below, soft white drifts swirling in the afternoon light.

Owls perched silently on their perches, their feathers fluffed against the chill. A few hooted softly, adding a serene soundtrack to the peaceful space.

Harry pulled an old, worn blanket from a wooden chest nearby and draped it around both your shoulders. You shivered, but the closeness soon chased the cold away.

Sipping hot chocolate that Harry conjured with a flick of his wand, you settled against the window ledge, watching snowflakes drift lazily down.

“This is nice,” you murmured. “Almost like we have the whole castle to ourselves.” Harry smiled, eyes reflecting the soft light. “Yeah. Just you, me, and a bunch of owls.”

He reached out, fingers brushing yours, the warmth spreading between you both more than the blanket ever could.

You looked up, heart beating faster, and met his gaze. In the quiet of the Owlery, with snow falling softly outside and magic humming in the air, it felt like the perfect moment to admit something you’d been feeling all day.

“I’m really glad we got stuck outside today,” you whispered.

Harry’s grin turned shy but hopeful. “Me too.”

And as the owls hooted softly around you, the two of you leaned in, the snowy world outside fading away — just a quiet, perfect moment between you and Harry, sealed beneath the Hogwarts sky.

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Twisted in Tinsel

Hiccup Haddock x reader

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Summary: You offer to help Hiccup decorate for the winter festival, things go wrong when you get stuck in garlands, and Ruff & Tuff crash the moment.

Mentions: Ruffnut and Tuffnut teasing lol.

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Berk was beautiful in the winter — all snow-dusted rooftops, icicles hanging like jewels from the eaves, and dragons curled up near roaring fires. This year’s Winter Festival was shaping up to be the biggest yet, and of course, Hiccup Haddock was in the middle of all of it.

You’d volunteered to help him decorate the Great Hall. Easy enough, you thought — until you found Hiccup staring at a mess of evergreen garlands, half-tied and completely tangled around a support beam.

“Need a hand there, Chief?” you teased, stepping over a pile of pine cones.

Hiccup glanced at you, cheeks pink from the cold — or maybe from embarrassment. “You’d think I’d have mastered knots by now. I mean, I can tie down a saddle on Toothless mid-air, but garlands? Apparently, that’s my downfall.”

You laughed and climbed the wooden ladder beside him. Together, you worked on looping the garlands between the beams — except Hiccup kept mixing up the ends. One moment, you were both tugging opposite directions, the next, you were nose to nose in a tangle of twine and pine needles.

“Ow! That’s my hair,” you squeaked as you tried to free a piece of garland from where it caught on your braid.

“Sorry! Hold still—” Hiccup leaned in to untangle you, his hands warm despite the winter chill. His breath fanned across your cheek, making you go still.

You realized then how close you were. His green eyes were soft, a little mischievous, and he was smiling that crooked smile that always made your heart flutter.

“Who knew decorating could be this... dangerous?” you murmured.

“Hey, decorating Berk is a perilous business,” he said dramatically, then laughed when you elbowed him lightly. But neither of you moved away.

Suddenly, Toothless chirped behind you — as if reminding you that the entire hall still needed decorating. Hiccup didn’t seem to care. He looked down at the garland looped around you both like a ribbon tying you together.

“Well, I think this part’s staying,” he said, voice a little shy.

You giggled. “Guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup said softly, eyes locked on yours. “Could be worse.”

For a heartbeat, it felt like the entire Great Hall had gone quiet — just the two of you caught up in a tangle neither of you minded so much anymore.

But then—

“Aw, look at the lovebirds!” Ruffnut’s loud voice rang out like a war horn. You startled so hard you nearly fell off the beam.

Below, Ruffnut and Tuffnut stood by the door, arms full of yet more decorations — mostly suspiciously flammable-looking ones. Tuffnut cupped his hands around his mouth. “Careful up there, Hiccup! If you two get any more tangled, we’re gonna have to declare you legally married!”

Ruffnut elbowed her brother. “Nah, we should just leave them. Best decoration yet — ‘Romantic Chief in a Garland Trap.’ Think of the festival theme: ‘True Love Gets Stuck.’”

Your cheeks burned hotter than a dragon’s breath. “Very funny, Ruff,” you called down.

Hiccup looked like he was trying to disappear into the rafters. “Could you maybe — I don’t know — help us instead of just laughing?”

Tuffnut shrugged. “We would, but Ruffnut has plans for the mistletoe. And this is just too good.”

Hiccup sighed dramatically, then met your eyes — and the exasperation melted into a sheepish smile. “Next time,” he said, voice low, “remind me to leave the decorating to professionals.”

You laughed, leaning a little closer despite the twins’ snickering. “Or at least keep them out of the hall.”

Down below, Ruffnut and Tuffnut made exaggerated kissing noises. Toothless, curled up by the fire, opened one eye and snorted as if to say ‘Some Chief you are.’

If the Winter Festival was about warmth and chaos and people you loved — then maybe this was exactly what Berk needed. And maybe, just maybe, being tangled up with Hiccup wasn’t such a bad place to be.

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Little Owl, Big Secret

Ron Weasley x reader

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Summary: Ron’s shy feelings turn into secret notes delivered by Pigwidgeon — until the little owl gives his secret away.

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Hogwarts had a way of feeling too big and too small at the same time. Big enough to get lost in. Small enough that secrets never stayed hidden for long.

Except this one.

It started when you found a slip of parchment tucked under your pillow in the girls’ dormitory:

“You looked pretty today. I almost spilled pumpkin juice on my lap staring at you. — Your Secret Admirer”

Your first thought was that it was a prank. Your second thought was that it was sweet — in a hilariously awkward sort of way.

You tried to guess. Dean? Seamus? Fred or George? But the handwriting didn’t match. And no one cackled in the corridors or waited for the prank to play out. Instead, the notes kept coming. Little scraps hidden in your Herbology book, your scarf pocket, even one slipped into your mitten by a passing owl (Pigwidgeon, you recognized the tiny feathered menace anywhere).

They made you smile all week. But they made you suspicious too — especially when they mentioned things only a friend would know: how you hated cold toast at breakfast, how you’d been worrying about Charms homework, how you liked the courtyard near the greenhouses best when it snowed.

You cornered Pigwidgeon outside the Owlery one Sunday afternoon, when you spotted him circling you like he had another delivery.

“Alright, Pig,” you said, hands on hips. “Take me to him.”

Pig tilted his head, hooted, then zoomed off toward the castle. You had no choice but to follow, boots crunching in the fresh snow. He led you right to the courtyard — your favorite courtyard — where you found Ron Weasley pacing like he was about to face a Hungarian Horntail.

When he saw you, his eyes went wide. “I — uh — hey.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Hey. So… you’re my secret admirer?”

He ran a hand through his hair, which was already windswept from the cold. “Look — I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean for it to be weird. I just… I didn’t know how to say it to your face.”

You stepped closer, your breath misting between you. “Say what?”

He swallowed. “That I like you. A lot. Always have. You’re brilliant. And funny. And you don’t care that I’m… well… me. And I just— Merlin, I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest despite the snowflakes catching in your hair.

lips curved into a smile as you stepped closer, clutching the crumpled note. “Ron Weasley. You absolute idiot.”

“Er — rude,” he mumbled. “I was trying to be romantic.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck, “you were. And I kept every single note.”

His eyes snapped to yours. “You did?”

You nodded. Then you stood on your tiptoes, snow crunching under your boots, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He froze, then slowly turned his face until your lips met properly.

It was clumsy, sweet, and full of giggles when you both pulled back to see Pigwidgeon dancing on the garden wall, hooting triumphantly.

Ron looked at you, eyes wide, breathless. “So… you don’t mind the notes?”

“Ron,” you said, grinning, “next time, just pass me a note in person. Or better yet — just kiss me.”

He laughed, pulling you in close, snow still drifting around you. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

Pig hooted again — the world’s tiniest, proudest matchmaker.

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Hi there!! I would love a Leo Valdez x reader fic but reader is a mortal and they don't know that Leo is a demigod, so imagine one day they confess their feelings and just when they go in for the kiss, Leo hair's burst into flames and Leo gets a bit insecure so it goes angsty for a bit BUTT reader accepts Leo and they date

Sorry if this is too much, just a request/thought though! No pressure 🫧🫶🏻

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Leo Valdez x mortal!reader request☆

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Summary: You confess, Leo’s fire flares up, but instead of running, you hold him closer — choosing his sparks and chaos every time.

Mentions: Reader is a mortal !! Uses of "Y/N"

Author's note: Omg!! I love this idea sm, I've always thought about Leo’s hair sparking when he's nervous!!

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You’d always known Leo Valdez was a little… different. The boy with the quick grin and quicker hands who could fix anything, who always smelled faintly like motor oil and burnt marshmallows. But you’d never guessed just how different.

It all started on a late summer afternoon at the old mechanic’s garage where Leo was working part-time. It was late, the sun already dipping behind the line of old buildings. You found him in his little makeshift workshop, sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor, fiddling with what looked like a toaster and a engine smashed together.

“Hey, genius,” you called, leaning against the doorframe.

Leo startled, nearly dropping a screwdriver. “Whoa! You can’t sneak up on a man when he’s elbow-deep in toaster guts!”

You laughed. “Only you would try to give a toaster a jet engine.”

“Not a jet engine — an upgrade,” he said, giving you his signature crooked grin. “You want toast in two seconds or not?”

You stepped inside, suddenly nervous. Your fingers fumbled with the hem of your sleeve.

“Actually, I came to tell you something.”

Leo squinted, suspicious. “You’re not here to tell me my toaster idea sucks, right? Because that’d be rude.”

“It does suck, but that’s not what I’m here for.” You took a deep breath. “I like you, Leo.”

The grin fell off his face so fast it almost made you laugh. His eyes went wide.

“You… like me? Like, like-like?”

“I like you. A lot. Like, more than friends like. And I know you’re… complicated and weird and sometimes you disappear for days and come back covered in grease and burn marks but— I don’t care. I just— I really like you.”

Leo blinked. Then blinked again. You saw his ears turn red.

“[Y/N]…”

“I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just needed to—”

Before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. And for a split second, it was perfect — soft, warm, Leo. But then—

FWOOOSH.

Heat seared your forehead. You pulled back with a startled gasp, your eyes darting up to see flames dancing wildly in Leo’s hair. Sparks popped at his fingertips.

“Whoa— Leo—!”

"Crap! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he blurted, trying to pat his own head out. It didn’t work — the flames just flickered and re-lit, like birthday candles. “I didn’t mean to — this happens when I — I can’t control it sometimes—”

“Leo, breathe,” you said, trying to hide your shock.

“I should’ve told you! You don’t even know what I am. You shouldn’t — I’m not normal, [Y/N]. I’m a demigod. A freak. My hair catches fire, my hands melt metal, I could burn you —”

“Leo—”

You closed the distance, ignoring the tiny flames still dancing in his hair. You cupped his face in your hands, the warmth tickling your palms like a summer bonfire.

He stared at you, lips parted, eyes glassy with a hundred hidden fears. “I’m not just some mechanic. I’m a demigod. My dad is Hephaestus — the Greek god of fire and forges. I’m dangerous. I knew this would happen. Why would you like me?” His voice cracked. He looked so small, sparks dancing in his hair, like he was trying to fold himself into nothing.

"You think a little fire is going to scare me away? I don't care who your dad is, I want you. Fire hazard and all."

Leo closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. Slowly, the flames in his hair died down, leaving only warm embers that fizzled out with a little hiss. He opened his eyes again, searching yours like he was trying to believe this was real.

“So… you still wanna date the human flamethrower?” he teased weakly.

“Try and get rid of me now, Hothead.” You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “But you owe me a second kiss. That first one got a bit… fiery.”

He let out a laugh — shaky but real. “You sure? I might set your eyebrows on fire.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

This time, he kissed you first — carefully, like he was learning how to hold the whole world in his hands. And when the flames flickered in his hair, you just smiled and pressed closer, knowing you were fireproof when you were with him.

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Harry Potter Masterlist

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A Sip of the Truth

Summary: After accidentally drinking a love potion, you confess real feelings to Harry — and when the potion fades, he admits he feels the same.

A Snowy Escape

Summary: when classes are canceled do to a snowstorm, you and Harry are left making unforgettable snow day memories.

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A Sip of the Truth

Harry Potter x reader

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Summary: After accidentally drinking a love potion, you confess real feelings to Harry. When the potion fades, he admits he feels the same.

Mentions: Takes place in 6th year, uses of she/her.

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It all started with a suspiciously pink vial left on the Potions classroom table. You didn’t know it was a love potion — you just thought it was someone’s forgotten experiment.

Slughorn had been droning on about antidotes, and you, half-asleep after a late night of studying, took a sip from what you thought was your water flask. A sweet, floral taste hit your tongue — and then a warmth bloomed in your chest so strong it made your head spin.

Moments later, you were giggling at absolutely nothing, heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with your potions essay. And then your eyes locked on Harry Potter sitting at the next table.

Oh gosh...

You practically floated over to him, batting your eyes. Harry looked up from his scribbled notes, startled. “Er… hi?”

“Hi,” you said dreamily, leaning so close he nearly fell off his stool. “Did you know your eyes are the most perfect shade of green? Like freshly cut grass… or emeralds… or…”

“Um,” he stammered, cheeks turning a deep crimson. “Thanks?”

It didn’t take long for Slughorn to realize what had happened. He clapped his hands together, delighted. “A classic love potion mishap! Always good for demonstrating antidotes! Potter, you’ll help her to the Hospital Wing, won’t you?”

Harry ended up half-carrying you down the corridor. You couldn’t stop telling him every dreamy, ridiculous thing that crossed your mind — how good he smelled, how perfect his hair was, how you’d always thought his smile was the kind that could save the world.

“Okay,” he said, voice strained. “Almost there. You really shouldn’t talk like that. It’s not… real.”

But his ears burned red at every word.

Madam Pomfrey tutted and fussed over you, brewing an antidote while you sat in Harry’s lap — because you refused to be anywhere else. When you finally drank the bitter potion, the dreamy haze lifted, replaced by mortified horror.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t — I mean, I do — but not like — well, maybe like that, but not with a potion—”

You stopped yourself, heart clenching at your own lie.

Harry reached up and gently tugged your hand away from your eyes. “Hey. Don’t do that.” You met his gaze, surprised by the softness there. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Harry, I swear I didn’t mean to drink it,” you blurted out. “And you didn’t have to stay with me the whole time. I must have been so annoying—”

“You weren’t,” he cut in, his voice quiet but firm. He looked down at your joined hands, as if the words were hiding there. “Actually… it was kind of nice.”

Your stomach flipped. “What?”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Not the potion part. But you saying all those things — even if they weren’t real. It just… made me wish they were.”

You froze, your heart pounding. “Harry…”

He glanced back up at you, and for the first time all day, you saw how nervous he was too. “Do you — I mean, do you really think about me like that? Even a little?”

You felt your throat tighten. It would be so easy to laugh it off, to pretend none of it mattered. But you couldn’t lie, not after everything.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I do. I think about you like that. More than I should, probably.”

Harry’s eyes lit up with something you’d never seen before — hope. He shifted closer, so close you could feel the warmth of him,your hands pressed together.

“That’s good,” he whispered, his lips curving into the softest smile. “Because I think about you like that too. Even without the love potion.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, the world beyond the curtained Hospital Wing fading away.

When he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, it felt different from the silly, lovesick haze earlier. It felt real — steady, warm, and sweet.

You closed your eyes, your smile matching his. “No more potions next time?” you teased softly.

Harry laughed, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Promise. Next time, we’ll do it the normal way.”

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Jason Grace Masterlist

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Sparring Sparks

Summary: determined to prove yourself, you challenge Jason to stop holding back on you. When you beat him there's a feeling you can't deny.

One More for the Team

Summary: You want to adopt a puppy, but Jason hesitates. After you convince him it’s worth it, he agrees, and you bring home your new dog, Storm.

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Bound by a Blessing

Percy Jackson x reader

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Summary: A dryad’s magic ties you and Percy together for a week — but by the time the bond fades, you realize you don’t want to be apart.

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You don’t realize anything’s wrong until you try to walk away from Percy — and almost get zapped right on your butt.

“OW!” You jump back with a yelp, rubbing your hip where the tiny shock got you. “What the Hades was that?!”

Percy stands there, hands raised like he’s innocent. “Don’t look at me — you shocked me too! I didn’t even do anything!”

You glance over at the dryad who just gave you both a suspiciously sweet smile. She sits perched on a low branch, legs swinging like she didn’t just ruin your whole week.

“You said you’d bless us!” you snap. “You didn’t say we’d be… zapped!” “It is a blessing,” the dryad says, pulling a leaf in her hair. “Your friendship will grow stronger when you cannot stray too far apart.”

Percy squints at her. “Define ‘too far.’” “Ten feet. Maybe twelve if I’m feeling generous.”

Your mouth drops open. “TEN FEET? For how long?!” The dryad gives you a wink. “Until the next full moon! Don’t worry — it’ll be fun!”

Turns out, it is not fun.

The first hour, Percy keeps bumping into you. He trips over your feet while you’re trying to get your armor on. You nearly whack him in the face with your sword during practice. Mr.D takes one look at the two of you bickering and says, “Gods, just date already.”

You both say, “WHAT?!” at the same time.

By nighttime, the real problem hits: you need to sleep. But your cabins are on opposite sides of camp. You stand outside your cabin, arms crossed. “There is no way you’re sleeping in here with me.”

Percy shrugs. “Unless you want to sleep outside in the grass — I mean, you’d look cute, but I don’t think you’d like the bugs.”

“You’re impossible,” you groan.

“And you love it,” he teases.

You both end up camped out on your cabin’s porch, wrapped in a single sleeping bag like a pair of dorks. Percy’s body heat is warm and calming, but every time he shifts, your heart does a weird flip.

At one point, he murmurs sleepily, “Hey… I don’t mind this, you know.” You blink, breath caught. “Being shocked every time you try to get away from me?”

He cracks a grin, eyes half-lidded. “No. Being close to you.”

You open your mouth — but all that comes out is a soft, surprised laugh. Maybe, just maybe, this blessing won’t be so bad after all.

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A few days had passed, and it's the last night of the dryad’s so-called blessing. You’re sitting on the dock by the lake, your bare feet skimming the water. Percy’s sitting beside you, close enough that your arms brush every time he shifts.

You can feel the moon climbing higher, the magic starting to loosen. The invisible bond that tugged at you for the last week feels… thinner somehow.

“So…” Percy says, his voice breaking the soft ripple of waves. “Tomorrow we can finally get more than ten feet away from each other.”

You smirk. “You say that like you haven’t loved having me around twenty-four-seven.”

He grins, bumping your shoulder with his. “I didn’t say that.”

You tilt your head, studying him. The moonlight makes his eyes look impossibly sea-green, his hair a dark mess from the wind. You’ve spent the past seven nights practically on top of each other — every whispered conversation, every accidental cuddle, every time you woke up tangled together under the stars. And now it’s about to end.

“Do you… do you want it to?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Percy goes still. “Want what?” “This. Us. Being close.”

He swallows, glancing out at the water like it might tell him what to say. “I don’t think I could stand it, honestly.”

You blink. “What?”

He laughs under his breath, almost shy. “The last week — it was supposed to be annoying, right? Being stuck with someone? But it wasn’t. Not with you. It was the best week I’ve had in… I don’t know. Ever.”

The bond hums around you, weaker now but still warm. You’re not sure if it’s the dryad’s magic or your heart that’s making your chest ache.

“I don’t want it to end either,” you admit.

Percy turns to you, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath. “Good. Because I think — I think I kinda want you around. Even when I don’t have to be.”

You laugh softly, your heart hammering. “What are you saying, Seaweed Brain?”

He grins that grin you love — the one that’s a little stupid, but so very Percy. “I’m saying… if the dryad wants to curse us again, I’m not complaining.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already leaning in, your lips brushing his. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he whispers back — just before he kisses you for real, soft and sweet, with the moon shining bright and the bond finally fading away.

Except maybe… it never really does.

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Percy Jackson Masterlist

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Bound by a Blessing

A dryad’s magic ties you and Percy together for a week — but by the time the bond fades, you realize you don’t want to be apart.

Under His Guard

Percy’s tasked with keeping you safe from monsters, but protecting you turns into something much more.

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Sparring Sparks

Jason Grace x reader

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Summary: determined to prove yourself, you challenge Jason to stop holding back on you. When you beat him there's a feeling you can't deny.

Mentions of "Y/N"

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The sound of swords clashing echoed across the Camp Half-Blood arena. You wiped sweat from your forehead, glaring at your sparring partner — Jason Grace, golden boy of the camp, and currently the most infuriating demigod you’d ever met.

“C’mon, (Y/N). You’re dropping your guard on the left again,” Jason called out, pushing his blond hair from his eyes. He looked irritatingly unbothered for someone who’d been fighting for half an hour.

“Stop telling me what I’m doing wrong!” you snapped, lunging forward. He sidestepped with the ease of someone who knew he’d win — again.

You’d asked to spar with him to prove yourself — to him, to the others, to yourself. But Jason was impossible to beat, and worse, he was nice about it. The way he corrected you like he was your personal instructor made your blood boil.

You swung your sword with more force, teeth gritted. Jason deflected it easily, the clash of metal ringing out before he flipped your sword from your hand with a twist of his wrist. It landed in the dirt behind you.

“That’s it,” you growled, storming past him to grab it. “Rematch.”

Jason laughed — that warm, rumbling laugh that made you want to both kiss him and hit him. “I’m not trying to make you mad. You’re good. You just need to—”

“Don’t patronize me, Grace!” You spun back to face him, pointing your sword at his chest. “Fight me for real. No more babying me.”

His eyes flickered, something sparking behind the calm blue. “Okay,” he said softly, stepping closer. “No holding back.”

The next round was different. He didn’t hold back. Every clash of swords sent vibrations up your arms. Every swing he blocked with real force. Sparks danced at the edge of his blade, static electricity crackling in the air as his power seeped through.

It made your pulse race — fear, adrenaline, maybe something else. You met him blow for blow until you found your opening. You ducked under his arm, swung your foot around, and knocked him off balance.

Before he could recover, you pressed your sword against his throat. “Yield,” you panted.

Jason’s eyes widened, then a grin split his face. “I yield.”

You realized how close you were — chest pressed to his, your face inches away. You felt the heat radiating from his skin, the crackle of leftover static.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, his voice low. “Maybe you bring out the best in me,” you shot back, but your cheeks burned at your own honesty.

Jason chuckled, his hand coming up to rest on yours where it still gripped your sword. “I hope so. Because you definitely bring out the best in me.”

You let out a light laugh, as he smiled at you. When you pulled back, your sword clattered to the dirt, forgotten.

“Next round tomorrow?” Jason asked. “Only if you promise not to go easy on me,” you teased, grinning.

His answering smile made your heart skip a beat. “Never again.”

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psst... Leo Valdez x reader with "damsel in distress" scene from hercules.... heh...

Sparks & Distress

Leo Valdex x reader requested☆

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Summary: Leo swoops in to save you from a monster,making it clear you’re the “damsel” he can’t help but rescue again and again.

Mentions: hero!Leo, sassy independent!reader.

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You don’t even know how this happened. One second you were taking a shortcut through the edge of the woods, the next you were face to face with a dracaena who apparently skipped dinner.

And now you’re backed up against a tree, dagger trembling in your hand, trying to remember what Chiron said about fighting monsters with scales thicker than your self-esteem.

“Nice monster thing... maybe we can talk about this—” The dracaena hisses, raising a claw. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“HEY! Lizard wannabe!”

You blink. There he is — Leo freaking Valdez, standing like he owns the forest. He’s got that dumb smirk and a small flame dancing on his fingertip.

“Oh, great,” you mutter. “I’m gonna die and he’s the last thing I see.” Leo puts a hand to his heart, mock-offended. “Ouch, That’s the gratitude I get for saving your pretty butt?”

“I don’t need saving!” you snap. “I was just—”

“—about to become a midnight snack?” Leo cuts in sweetly. “Yeah, yeah. Hold that thought.”

The dracaena lunges at him instead — bad move. Leo dodges, snatches something from his tool belt (is that a blowtorch?) and blasts the monster with a quick jet of fire. It shrieks, tail whipping around, but Leo’s already sliding to your side.

He points his flame at it again. “Last chance, lady. Sizzle or scram.” With a final hiss, the dracaena bolts into the shadows.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Show-off.”

Leo shrugs, spinning his unlit blowtorch like a gunslinger. “Hey, you want me to not be awesome? Not happening.”

You glare at him. “I had it under control! I'm not a damsel in distress!”

“That's cute and all but your "damsel" was really starting to show. ” Leo gives you a smug grin. “Plus you standing there shaking your tiny dagger at Godzilla was totally a plan.”

You shove his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.” “Yeah, but I’m your favorite insufferable person.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Admit it.”

“Never.”

Leo pretends to pout. “Fine, don’t admit it. Just promise you’ll keep getting in trouble so I can come rescue you. Makes me feel all heroic.”

“Oh, so now you’re my hero?” you scoff. “What are you, my personal knight in flaming armor?” “Technically, it’s a flame-retardant tool belt,” Leo says, tapping it proudly. “But yeah. Pretty much.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s close now — close enough that you can see the gold flecks in his warm brown eyes, the spark of a grin that always gets you in trouble.

“…Thanks, Leo,” you mumble.

He grins wider, leaning in. “Anytime, princesa. But next time, how about you don’t wander into monster territory alone, huh?”

“I said I had it—”

“—under control, yeah, yeah.” He loops an arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, damsel. I’m walking you back to camp.” You try to push him away but he just tightens his arm, pulling you in closer.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too,” he teases, and you swear you can feel your heart spark hotter than his flames.

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Author's note: Hi, I had fun writing this hopefully this is what you were hoping for !!

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Not so Secret

Marty Mclfy x reader

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Summary: You should’ve known Marty McFly was hiding something. He’s too quick with excuses and too good at making your life weirdly exciting.

Mentions: boyfriend! Marty

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It’s Friday afternoon when you catch him — again. You’re leaving the Hill Valley diner, milkshake in hand, when you see Marty McFly sprinting out of the alley behind Doc Brown’s garage. He’s covered in dirt, jacket ripped at the elbow, hair sticking up like he’s been electrocuted.

He skids to a stop when he sees you. “Hey! Funny seeing you here!” You squint at him. “You live two blocks away. You look like you wrestled a bear.”

He glances down at himself, shrugs, and grins. “Bear lost.” You burst out laughing. “Seriously, Marty, what do you even do with Doc in there? I heard someone say you’re building a giant weather balloon.”

Marty’s face freezes. “Y-Yeah! Totally! Weather balloon. We’re gonna predict… the weather. Better than TV.”

You tilt your head. “So you crawl through mud for that?”

He gives you his best innocent smile — which would work if there wasn’t literally a leaf stuck in his hair. “Science is a messy subject., babe.”

Your cheeks warm at the ‘babe,’ but you roll your eyes to cover it up. “Well, Science Boy, you owe me a burger for making me worry you’d been abducted by aliens again.”

“Again?” He tries not to laugh, but you catch the snort.

“Yeah. Last month you disappeared for two days, came back sunburned, and smelling like gasoline. Explain that, McFly.” He shifts on his feet, eyes darting everywhere but your face. “Uh — camping trip?”

“Mhm.” You poke his chest with your finger. “One day, I’m gonna figure out what you and Doc actually do in there. And when I do —”

“You’ll be… really impressed?” You lean in, smirking. “You’ll buy me burgers for a year.”

He laughs, cheeks pink. “Deal. But for now —” He grabs your milkshake, takes a sip, then loops his arm around your shoulders like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “How about I buy you that burger right now?”

You bump him with your hip. “Fine. But I’m watching you, McFly. If I catch you doing anything illegal, I’m turning you in.”

“Totally fair. Hey — you’d visit me in prison though, right?”

“Only to laugh at you.”

He throws his head back and laughs. And even though he’s covered in dirt, looks suspicious as hell, and probably just did something wildly reckless… you can’t help but think Marty McFly might just be your favorite mystery.

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Marty Mcfly Masterlist

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Not so Secret

You should’ve known Marty McFly was hiding something. He’s too quick with excuses and too good at making your life weirdly exciting.

Popcorn & Portals

A drive-in date with Marty goes haywire when a time portal opens — unleashing a dinosaur, chaos, and an unexpected kiss.