#heroes of Olympus fanfic

[xreaderbooks]

Reward | Leo Valdez

Summary: Reader has had enough to worry about without her boyfriend coming to ask her for help with a homework assignment.

based on this request

Warnings: Language, Aged-up, fluff, making out like constantly, very slight angst, readers bad at math (cuz i'm bad at math and i cant fake it for the fic)

Word Count: 1.8k

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"You want me to help you?" A quizzical look befell your face as you look up from your spot under the shaded tree. You sat by the edge of the lake, you were taking a quick break hiding from the younger campers who wanted to train with you as you were a crowd favorite with the new arrivals. You just needed a recharge, a moment away from the energy that overexerted you. "Of all people?"

Leo rolled his eyes, "Who else?"

You snorted, "Cabin 6 is that way." You pointed and nodded your head in the direction of the Goddess of Wisdom's cabin, filled with the brightest minds and much better options to help Leo with his current request.

"C'mon baby, please?" Your boyfriend pouted and lowered his chin to gain your favor with his golden brown eyes that, you were afraid to admit, made you weak. 

"But I'm tired and I want to take a nap, using my brain will probably kill me at this point." 

He knelt with outreached hands, you allowed him to hold both of your palms in his own, you should have known better. He used his strength to pull you up from the ground and brought you to his chest, his hands settled on your hips. 

Instinctively you looped your arms around his neck and rolled your head to the right, tilted perfectly for him to mold his lips to yours. And he did, pecking chaste kisses onto your lips, pleading with you to join him in Bunker 9.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," You nudged your nose against his. 

~~~

The moment you arrived inside the bunker and saw his work table, normally filled with scattered tools and mechanical pieces that were in the process of being fixed or tweaked, was now littered with papers. 

Leo's homework was divided into five different sections that had their respective piles. "By some miracle, I finished everything else, now all I'm missing is this." He reveals papers that were held behind his back.

"Math." You skim the equations on the document in your hands, nothing on this page was anything you would be able to help him with. 

The smirk on his face made you glare at him and fold your arms stubbornly, "Yup," Leo rolled two chairs over to the desk that felt like your new timeout spot. 

"Honestly, I feel like I shouldn't be subjected to torture because you decided to take courses over the summer." 

"What happened to 'you die, I die'?" He reiterated the phrase you had spoken to him as a sort of mantra during the war. Your jaw dropped at the use of them being thrown back in your face and quickly shut it close. 

"In the face of war!" You exclaimed and shrugged it off, "Just for that, you can die alone."

"I did, it wasn't my vibe," He twirled a strand of your hair, and let it fall back into place, stepping back with a hand on his hip leaning the other on the table. "Aren't you testy today?"

"It's been a day, the kids were hard to gather and once I had them riled up they wanted to learn this specific trick they've seen me do but how many times can I let them down gently and tell them they need to learn the basics- drills that they've repeated hundreds of times, that some still aren't getting and will possibly die if they get caught by a monster if they don't get-" You inhale deeply, "So what do I do? I let them learn the hard way to get it through their heads that it's not as simple as it looks and I've only managed after years of fucking practice. And you know what?"

"What?" You wanted to smack the amused smirk off of Leo's pretty face. 

"They didn't pick it up like I knew they wouldn't, now they hate me but still wanna train with me because they still want me to teach them. My body is sore, I'm tired and I hate you for making me do homework," You pout. 

He approaches you with caution, slowly caressing your cheeks in his hands, he presses his lips against yours that were currently being smushed together by his hands. It was a quick but meaningful kiss, only for him to say "I'm going to fail if I don't get this done."

"Leo!" You push him away from you. "What the hell do you mean, you're going to fail, you've been cooped up in here all summer!"

A sheepish smile and pink-dusted cheeks appear at your sudden outburst, he chuckles nervously knowing he just put the cherry on top of your already bad day. "I've been behind on a couple of assignments and I've finished most of them already, I'm mostly caught up"

"Mostly?" You were going to strangle him. You haven't spent much time together lately because of his homework. He decided to take summer classes to get ahead, and he's been busy ever since. You were constantly teaching the younger campers, and helping out around camp, whether in the infirmary or setting up activities to keep busy and you loved it but you missed your boyfriend. 

"But Nyssa had this project she'd been working on and I couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, you couldn't be upset with him- not completely, you understood how hard it was for Leo to stay focused on a task that wasn't something he could physically tinker with, but there had been moments where you wanted to just be with him in his presence and you stopped yourself from going to him knowing that you'd only be a distraction. 

"I promise this is the only one left," He takes your hand and leads you to sit on a chair then sits in another one next to you. 

"I'm so annoyed with you right now," You snatch the paper and look over the equations. 

An hour and a half into the 50-question work packet, you and Leo moved to the mattress lifted by wooden pallets used for shipping crates. 36 out of 50 equations were done, with work shown, Leo had barely any trouble working on it as he was naturally good with numbers you weren't sure you were needed at all. 

You solved a couple for him when he got bored and started leaving trails of kisses from your cheek to your neck and shoulder, you were sure the answer was right and took a break, though when he pulled out of his dazed and loving state he looked over it and kissed you deeply.

"What was that for?" You asked in a whisper. 

"A reward," He held your chin with his forefinger and thumb, pecking your cheek. "For helping me with my homework."

"Well, if I don't help you get this done, who will?" 

"Malcolm and I are pretty tight," Leo has a deep stare on your lips, his thumb swipes your swollen bottom lip. "You've also got eight of them wrong, Mi Amor." 

"I did nine of them," You did the math- that you weren't good at in your head, piecing together that you indeed sucked. "Why'd you ask me to help you, if you knew that I couldn't do math."

"I wanted to be around you, it's been a while since we've been alone." He toys with the bracelet he gifted you on your first anniversary, five charms for the five years you've been together since you confessed your feelings at age 17 after the war ended. You met at age 15 when Annabeth brought him to camp, and the rest is history. 

"I'm still annoyed at you, you know, just because I've let you kiss me a couple of times doesn't mean-" He cuts you off with another kiss like earlier, catching you off-guard, intense and full of feeling. You immediately kiss back, not having the willpower to not, succumb to the charms he begrudgingly has on you. 

You deepen the kiss by entangling your hands in his hair pulling his impossibly closer, it was a synchronized dance at first, the years of being used to the pattern of each other's kiss being shown in the heavy minutes of your mouths moving together in passion. It soon became heated, teeth clashing, tongues moving sloppily, mouths chasing each other after breaking apart two seconds at a time for breath. 

Leo gently laid you on your back, breaking apart to take off his shirt, the moment it slipped off you brought him down to you, he fit perfectly between your legs. You gasp at the sensation of him grinding against you. He parts his lips from yours, to which you whine softly. He licks a stripe from your neck to your jaw and sucks until he's satisfied with the way you sigh and rock your body up and clutching onto the blades on his shoulders on his back. 

He repeats licking, sucking, and kissing soft kisses as an apology for the spots he bit until you were sore.

You pull away from him and flip your bodies so that you are on top, you grab his wrists and pin them to the top of the pillows to see his reaction and wanting to be in control for a while. You gave him the same treatment and brought your body lower so that you could kiss all over his chest and back up. 

You sat up to breathe fresh air, straddling him and releasing his hands only for him to intertwine his hands with yours and play with your fingers. He bucks his hips up playfully, and you jump slightly, your eyes widen for a second, and your lips turn up in a grin. 

"You've gotten better at not... you know," You hint at the control Leo's gained with his fire powers. Heated makeouts like this were often interrupted by the smell of smoke or his skin feeling feverish. 

He lets go of your hands and places his larger hands on your hips, you ignore the butterflies that flutter in your heart and stomach at the way he rubs up your waist and hips. "My hair was steaming earlier, I was hoping you didn't notice, thankfully you didn't or this would've been awkward."

"It's not awkward when that happens Leo, it's a little funny, to be honest, part of the reason why I love you." You tell him earnestly, "Nothing's awkward with you, you're my best friend." 

"I love you," Leo responds with unwavering eyes on yours. "I'm sorry for the time we lost."

"It's okay, we were just making up for it." 

~~~

holy gods, I haven't read this series in forever 

I feel like it's a crime to admit I haven't read the new book yet, i'm rereading the series and waiting for the episodes to come out before i watch the show so im going in timeline order... just wanted to let y'all know. oh, and also i haven't fully read the trials of apollo which i know has info on where the HoO people are at in their lives that i'm not aware of...

[speckles-of-stardust]

never judge a book by its cover

leo valdez x gn!reader

summary: leo assumes that your godly parent is aphrodite.

notes: the reader’s godly parent isn’t specified, but it isn’t aphrodite

also, this is my first (and probably last) fic post and its dedicated to the one and only supersized mcshizzle❤️❤️❤️

—

“son of hephaestus, huh?” you said as you toured leo through camp half-blood. “we haven’t had one since— since their counselor died in the war last summer.”

“oh.”

“it’s okay. everything’s fine now,” you assured him. “anyway, i think hephaestus kids are awesome. they have all these cool weapons and devices that can pretty much do anything. and of course, very useful against all the monsters.”

you mentioned the monsters if it was a normal occurence, which made leo a bit nervous. monsters? people actually had to fight some things worse than the storm spirits?

you passed a cabin that was fully pink, with flowers growing at the window sills and the smell of perfume filled leo’s lungs.

“cabin ten,” you told him. “aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.”

when you finished your sentence, leo noticed the girls and guys coming in and out of the cabin were hella good-looking. he found himself involuntarily inching closer and closer to the pink cabin until you snapped your fingers near his ear.

“next cabin,” you said when he came to his senses, but you looked a little amused at him.

“so, your mom’s aphrodite?” leo asked you as you walked.

you frowned at him. “no, she’s not.”

“oh.”

leo assumed that every person who looked good was part of aphodite’s kids, with her being the goddess of beauty and all. and, he couldn’t help but be aware of this, you were really good looking.

you were smirking now. “why’d you assume that i’m an aphrodite kid?”

—

[lostinbooks14]

Times in the Wilderness

Rumours (Screw You, Dylan)

Piper mentally cursed herself as she wandered down the corridor, the skinny boy fidgeting and shuffling next to her. Stupid, stupid, Piper. Why did she have to grab his hand!?

Ms.Loraine had told her he might not like touch. Especially not sudden touch. Or sudden noises. Or loud noises. Or personal questions. Or people sneaking up on him. Especially at night.

She checked them off one by one, yup, she'd done all of them- except for the sneaking up part.

Stupid, stupid Piper.

She didn't know exactly what had happened to him- but she knew it was much, much more serious than what she- and many others- were here for. But it was fine. Okay so he hadn't spoken a word to her the entire time and okay so maybe he only looked her in the eyes like, twice. But it had only been half an hour. There was still time- he'd open up eventually. She just hoped her friends would be okay with him.

"Do you have any allergies?" She asked, trying to force herself to sound calm and quiet.

Leo looked surprised at the improvement, or at least, what she hoped was an improvement. He shook his head mutely.

She should really figure out a way to get him to talk.

"Do you have a favourite food? You know, something that reminds you of home?"

Leo froze immediately, sucked in a breath, closed his eyes for a few seconds, and shook his head. If possible, he looked even more uncomfortable than before.

No personal questions! She scolded herself- though she couldn't really imagine why such a simple small-talk one had made him panic.

She pushed the door into the dining room and led Leo around with a tray after waving a quick hi to her friends. He skipped over most of the options, till she was worried he might not take anything at all- but he put a bit onto his plate.

No wonder he looks so skinny.

He glanced at her warily, as if reading her mind.

She started talking again. "Today we have a special treat! Since it's Friday, it's fried drumstick day! I don't eat it since I'm vegetarian, but everyone says it's SO good. You should try it."

But he had that weird look on his face, as if she'd poked at a sensitive topic again, and his face was slightly going green, so she started talking again. Good Lord did she have nothing else to do?! "Or don't. Let's go sit down!"

Michelle, a pale Russian girl with beautiful green eyes and strawberry blond hair, patted the seat next to her. Her three other friends glanced up and smiled before going back to what they were doing.

"Hey, Pipes! We wondered where you were."

"Hey Midge, this is Leo, he's new here and I'm his guide. He's gonna sit with us for a while, k?"

Dylan, Michelle's boyfriend, looked up from his plate stacked high with chicken and sauce. "Are you that kid with all the rumors flying around?"

Piper glared at him, of course he had rumors about him already. Dylan pointedly ignored her. The statement had piqued the curiosity of everyone around the table though, and they were now looking at Dylan and Leo expectantly.

Screw you, Dylan.

"You know, about murdering four people?"

What!? What sort of nonsense was that!? As if the timid elf next to her could ever kill someone!

"Oh yeah. TJ said he heard someone say he'd run away from six foster homes after his mom abandoned him when he was a baby. Isn't that right, TJ?" The raven-haired girl, Ashley, elbowed the black guy sitting next to her, her boyfriend, TJ.

Piper glanced at Leo. He looked paler than usual, but there was a furious, slightly psychotic glint in his eyes.

She gave a pointed cough.

"Oops, sorry." They didn't sound very sorry.

"So Leo, this is Dylan. He's in Year 12. That's TJ. Ashley's the one with black eyes. This is Michelle, but we call her Midge. Jackson's practicing basketball in the field. He'll come here soon. Dylan and him are both in Year 12, even though Jackson is still 17, so they'll be sharing Math and Physics with you!"

Leo looked less than enthusiastic about that prospect.

"He's in Year 12 for Math and Physics?" TJ piped up. "He barely looks like a 12 year old, man. You sure he's 15?"

She rolled her eyes. Why else would he be in their grade?

"Hey!" She heard a voice call, and she turned around in her seat to see Jackson striding towards them. His light brown hair was wet from a shower and his matching brown eyes twinkled as he grinned at them.

"You're gaping," Midge giggled.

Her crush on him wasn't really a big secret. She shoved her away playfully and waved back at the boy as he came to sit down. The only empty seat was next to Leo, and he promptly sat down in it, giving Leo a once over.

"This is Leo," Piper rushed. "He's new. Leo, this is Jackson."

He raised his hand a bit in greeting and Jackson gave him his winning smile again.

"This little guy in our Year?" He gave a good-natured laugh. "I bet the teachers will be pointing him to Year 5 when he comes in for a couple weeks."

Leo reddened slightly, fidgeting in his seat as he pushed his hand in his pockets.

"Why'd you come here anyway? What abominable criminal act did you do that made your poor, worried, filthy rich parents sob to phsycologists about being horrible parents before sending you to this hellhole?"

She laughed. That was exactly what had happened to her. A bit exaggerated, but he got the gist of it.

Leo said nothing, his fingers tapping a rhythm on his knee.

"He mute?"

"Just a bit quiet."

"Ah."

The bell rang, and Leo flinched, before getting up from his seat.

"I better go introduce him to the teacher," Piper smiled. "See you guys in class!"

Leo got up and tried to walk away so fast that he tripped. Jackson reached out and steadied him as a few kids snickered.

"Woah, easy there, tiger."

Leo looked slightly sick as he emptied his mostly untouched plate into the bin. Is he feeling faintish? She wondered worriedly. Or maybe he was just tired. He looked like the walking dead anyway.

"We have English, Math, and languages. I picked Spanish. There's also French, Chinese, and German. You can pick one even if you're already fluent in it. Its much easier."

"Spanish..." He mumbled so quietly that she almost didn't hear.

She grinned, wide. "That's the first time I've heard you speak you know."

Things would be great.

@im-always-lost-in-a-book thank u so much for the feedback😊. This is my first long fanfiction so it means a lot❤

[povbeth]

six roses | percabeth (0)

series masterlist

chapter summary: it's been two years since percy left town (read: annabeth), and neither of them can stop thinking about each other.

wc: 2.8K

warnings: it's just a lot of emotional constipation and regret and sadness and- [car crashes into me]

a/n: hellooooo :p honestly don't know what i'm doing bc nobody posts percabeth fanfic on tumblr but guess what? i do! i've been wanting to do a series like this for a while so i'm glad i'm finally getting started on it. lmk what you think here!

also posted on ao3

prologue: thinking about you.

Grover has been watching Annabeth lose herself for the last few hours. 

Had she known, Annabeth would argue that Grover does this every morning. But today doesn’t follow their normal routine. The two canceled their shift at work for the next morning and took an early leave to prepare. Instead of locking her bedroom door and rotting in bed, Annabeth hobbled over to her best friend's house for a night with no sleep and a bag full of candy, ready to binge watch Disney classics till the sun peeks through the windows. 

It’s an annual event, one that follows a 10 year tradition; One the same day every year, Annabeth and Grover have a sleepover, in which they total approximately two hours of sleep and six hours of movies. 

It’s supposed to be fun, and Annabeth does find it fun. But for the last two years, it’s been different. Tainted. Scarred. And Grover knows this, but will never say it out loud. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He’ll make her say instead. 

She’s not surprised at the question. Really, it was inevitable. Grover knows what joy looks like, and he knows what a lack of it looks like on Annabeth. She could feel his eyes observing her as she stared at Lilo and Stitch without a single tear rolling down her cheek. He can always count on her to sing along with Gaston, but not a peep left her lips. He knows how emotional the Little Mermaid gets you, but he couldn’t hear a sniffle from her. 

She doesn’t bother turning her head to face him. She won’t let him see the silent tear trails on her face. “You already know.”

Does he ever wonder?

Does he ever wonder like I do?

About the memories he’s left behind on a whim, in the hopes for a dream that was miles away. Away from the town he’s been in since he could babble a few incoherent words, towards a city filled with unfamiliar faces Away from the town he can only remember by your name. 

About the memories that haunt her at night, but they swear they’re here to keep her at ease. They should be comforting, but they’re holding her tight enough to be suffocating. 

Maybe they’ll let her sleep tonight if she cries a bit. Just a teeny bit. 

Before she knows it, her eyes are teary. Grover feels her shift on the makeshift bed the two made on the ground. “You good?”

Nights spent on the phone talking about forever, an eternity that would only last a little over a year. Had the word stayed true to its meaning, she wouldn’t have hated it. Spending forever with him. She’d sigh and tell him this in hushed whispers as she’d lay in bed with her phone beside her pillow, and he’d giggle a bit. If she wasn’t too caught up with the idea of eternity with him, she would’ve realized that he’d never reply with confirmation. That he thinks about it too, that her idea of forever exists in the realm of possibility. 

Did he ever toy with forever like I had?

She doesn’t respond to the silent boy next to her, who waits for some kind of response. There’s a pile of memories clogged in her blue veins, and they choose tonight to flow properly. 

And so she does what she knows best. 

Lie. 

“I’m good.”

Her memories unravel themselves quickly. They’re only a few years old, but they’ve learned fast.  Really, they’re not evil in nature – sneaking out at one in the morning to see him at a park near her house, writing exclamations of love into his skin during class, holding his hand as he walks her home – but they’re sharp. Short strands, but they have an edge to them. They know where to poke her, where to prod, where to stab. Like shards of glass, meeting her chest with good aim. 

(But it doesn’t seem like an issue. She’d relive them in her head regardless of the pain.)

It doesn’t take Grover long to realize that she won’t say anything more than that. Instead of pushing for an answer, he lazily turns his body to face her. “I miss him too, y’know.”

And that’s what makes Annabeth break. 

Because it’s not just her – it’s Grover, her cousin, and more importantly, his best friend. The boy he’d known way before you, since the two were in pre-school, squalling nonsense that only made sense to them. Brothers who knew each other better than themselves (though Grover would argue that he never really knew him). 

Grover’s hurt too, and it makes everything hurt more. 

She’s sobbing before she knows it, staining her cheeks and pillow in the process. It’s an unmapped cry that escapes her, one that doesn’t sound like her. She tries to pin it on something – regret, distaste, sorrow – yet it doesn’t land quite right. Must be something ugly, something that can only exist in a person who’s come across Percy Jackson.

“It’s been two years,” she manages through the tears. “And I’m still feeling like this.”

“I know.” Grover comforts her. She’ll never know it, but the tears he holds back are only for her. 

“He doesn't even think about us. And I know he did it for himself, for his career, for his family, but it’s just… I don't know–”

“You feel greedy,” Grover tries to grasp. “for wanting him to stay–”

“No, that’s not it!” she barely recognizes the noise that’s coming out her throat. Is this what her memories have done? Turned her into a foreigner of her own voice? “That's not even what I wanted! I just – I just wanted him to tell me… and to tell you…”

…that he was leaving. Not that he didn’t – he did, just on the day of. 

That’s one memory that she can’t unravel. She doesn’t remember how her day started, or how the conversation came about. All she recalls is the moment he said, “I have to leave.”

The rest is a blur. She remembers looking at him incredulously, as if he was joking. She remembers arguing with him, angry at him for choosing to tell her now, when his ride to the big apple was an hour away. She remembers watching him leave, his shoulders slouched as he walked away from the ruins of their relationship. 

She wonders what remains of her now. In his mind, perhaps he only remembers a lousy town with a girl with perpetual mascara running down her face. Maybe he remembers her name, not her face. Maybe she’s a distant memory that he can’t bother to recall, not when he’s at the peak of his career. 

Years pass, and so do her emotions. Hatred has dissolved in her heart, but she’s sure she can build it back up if she wants to. She’s more understanding, that maybe it was for the best. Sure, she wishes he executed things better. But she gets it – Percy was a boy with dreams. And she, better than most people, should know what it means to reach for them. 

It means to sacrifice the things you love the most – and maybe, it was proof that he did love her, at least back then. If that were the case, she wishes that she wasn’t on the top of the list. 

Maybe nothing of her remains, and that’s what scares her the most. Especially when his everything is engraved in her. 

It’s been exactly two years since the day he left, yet the realization only settles in her bones now – she’s afraid that she’s worth nothing more than dust to the boy who once loved her from the sun and back. 

The truth is, Percy wonders too much.

His ‘friends,’ if that’s what he could call them, told him the night was still young. To be clear, it was an hour past midnight, and Percy just wanted to crash at his hotel room. 

To be even clearer, he didn’t know these guys well. He's seen a few of them in that new movie with vampires, and the others are fellow singers whose songs he’s heard far too many times. They smile on the red carpet, baring their fancy looks for the cameras, and wipe the smiles off their faces as soon as they take a step off it. He thinks it’s fair – he’s done the same today – but it doesn’t excuse them from being absolute assholes to everyone who isn’t an A-list celebrity. 

Of course, Percy doesn’t fit in the category of nobodies for them. He’s topping the charts with every new release and bagging every award he’s been nominated for. To the famous clique, he’s one of them, just haven’t been acquainted yet. 

So when Percy happened to have a table near theirs, they invited themselves over with a bottle of alcohol that he swears was not on the menu. 

Percy knew nobody besides Jason, his first friend in the industry, and his only friend at this event. He'd really been hoping that he and Jason could leave without anyone noticing. Like the incredible actor he was, his friend called Percy’s manager and convinced her that the two of them were actually feeling sick. 

“Never going to a gala again,” Jason groans as they enter the hotel lobby. “That was terrible.”

“Yeah,” Percy mumbles. “I just wanna crash right now.”

Percy has never been a man of many words, Jasons noticed. He’s still the shy boy from the small town, even when he has to smile at the paparazzi that followed him practically everywhere. But today in particular, Percy hasn’t been talking much.

Despite the obvious lack of words from the raven haired boy, Jason says nothing. Even as they head up the elevator, the two stand in silence. It’s comfortable, but it’s different from their usual fall of words. Percy’s eyes are closed, not in concentration, but in an exhaustion that Jason can’t seem to pinpoint. 

Jason doesn’t know anything about the town Percy left behind two years ago. He doesn’t know that today marks two years since he’s left it behind, and wouldn’t understand the weight that it holds, even if Percy were to tell him. 

He’s been wanting to ask if something is wrong for the past few hours, and so he finally does. He's not expecting much, but Percy looks at him as if he’s finally hit his tipping point. 

And that’s how Jason finds himself in Percy’s hotel room, having been dragged into the room by his older friend. He’s concerned, surprised by the sudden emotional act Percy’s put on. 

“It’s just…” he heaves as he sits down on his bed. “It's been a long day.”

An understatement at its finest. He knew what awaited him – beyond the gala, there was his family. Sure, they’ve been on good terms, great even, but the weight of his ticket back home seems to weigh the room down. There’s his friends from back home, whose texts pile up on his phone (which Percy ignores). 

And then there’s Annabeth. Clouding his thoughts before he woke up, appearing in his dreams and haunting him before he could take his first breath of the day. 

It’s a given, he thinks, knowing that he’s made peace with everything else back in town. His parents were always supportive, his friends came to understand. But there’s a distance of time and heart between Annabeth and him, and the fact that it’s tainted his perception of who she is now has him begging God to shrink him into nothing. 

So his day was rough. He can’t recall a moment where he didn’t feel an ache in his chest. 

“Wanna talk about it?”

Percy fiddles with the bottom of his tie, rolling the material between his fingers. “well…”

He does, but the last thing he wants to do is say her name out loud. 

“It's been two years since I left my hometown,” he mumbles. It’s easier to say than I broke up with my girlfriend two years ago and haven’t gotten over it since. 

“I see.” Jason says, though he doesn’t really get it. He grew up in the city, and even though the two boys are practically the same, there’s a difference in experience between them. Where Percy grew up was vastly different from this place, so Jason tries to understand. “You miss it?”

“Mhm. I miss my parents, and…”

And Annabeth.

“There's something bugging you,” Jason notes with a frown on his face. “You can tell me, y’know. I won't judge.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you… it’s just complicated, I guess.”

“Well,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I'm all ears.”

Percy doesn’t know what to say. But since his friend’s standing there, leaning against his dresser and waiting for him to speak, he supposes he has to spit it out at some point. 

“Just… thinking about someone.”

“A girl?”

He goes silent for a second too long and Jason panics. “Oh, is it a guy–”

“No, no. It’s my girlfr– well, ex-girlfriend.”

He nods in sympathy. He’s never been in a relationship, but he can imagine how hard breakups can be. “Yhings were rough, I’m guessing?”

Nothing was rough, actually. Things were as perfect as they could possibly be. 

The two were enemies as kids. He remembers bits and pieces – young Annabeth kicking sand in his face, swearing that she’d never go close enough to catch cooties from him. 7-year-old Percy splashing water in her face (read: soaking her with a water bottle) and running away before she could tell his mom. Swore that they’d never be friends unless it rained cows. 

Except things didn’t go as planned; she ended up dating him through highschool, and he ended up leaving her at the end of it. 

“I guess you could say that. We broke up the day I left town.”

Percy doesn’t tell him that it was because of him, or that it happened right before he was leaving for the train station. He doesn’t mention how he was feeling blue for his first year here, and that even though it’s past one year, he feels sick at any memory of you. He doesn’t even say her name, because the weight of his guilt lays heavy on the vowels and it’s too much to bear. 

Instead, Percy does exactly what Jason wanted – unpack how he feels. He lets his feelings escape the lid, listens to them pour out without caring about how selfish he sounds, how terribly hoarse his voice is. 

Annabeth always seems to do this to him. A single memory of her has him feeling like he’s eighteen again. Every memory of that time leads to a dead end, and though a small part of him wishes he could forget her, his mind tends to run back to that time. 

It's incredibly stupid of him to miss her when he was the one who left. He knows this, but can’t help but indulge in the longing he feels. 

And by the time he’s done talking, there’s a box of tissues in his lap and Jason beside him, patting his back as if it could erase every bad emotion he’s feeling.

Jason’s at a loss for words. He didn’t know, but he feels like he should’ve. He should’ve connected the dots when he caught Percy reading old text messages a few days. He should’ve gotten the hint when he saw Percy standing next to another girl as if he was a stiff tree. He should’ve caught on to how his friend never liked to talk about relationships, excusing it as something he wasn’t interested in, despite his unrivaled passion for romcoms.

Percy loves torturing himself by thinking about Annabeth, but talking about her is the opposite – any mention of her seems to bring the mood down for not just him, but everyone around him. The weight of her name is so heavy, it’s a burden on anyone who knows your situation with him. 

It's especially terrible when your Annabeth is inscribed in his heart, his veins adorned with engravings of her. The vessels are shrinking under her load, pressing his chest and squeezing his throat. 

With every mention to Jason, her name escaping his lips makes the weight increase. 

It's been exactly two years since the day he left, yet his heart feels heavier than before. 

[thismessymasterpiece]

I Was Lost Within the Darkness but Then I Found You

Summary - Leo Valdez has a nightmare. A chilling nightmare… involving his partner.

Leo Valdez x Demigod!GN!Reader (they/them pronouns used!)

Category - Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst (if you squint)

TW - Use of “Gods” as an exclamation, Canon demigod nightmares… ?

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Contains - Sad Leo™ … but reader fixes that right on up <3

Word count - 516

Author’s Note - I have a few things I need to quickly cover. Firstly, I want to thank everyone for their patience. I am sure I am not the only one to notice my writing’s recent absence. Life has been kind of crazy lately and I appreciate your continued cooperation with me. Secondly, I recommend listening to “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez while reading for full effect :) Finally, I want to thank my Argo III buddies (yes, I know some of you are here…) for getting me pumped up. Without you, this fic would not be here for everyone now! With no further ado, please enjoy!

A soft but repetitive knock on the door woke Y/N. Thank the gods their siblings were all away for the winter or they would have had a full-blown mutiny on their hands. Grasping around their nightstand for their alarm clock, it took them a moment to recover the elusive item. When discovered, it assaulted their eyeballs with a vengeful glare of light. Guess it didn't want to be disturbed, either. Huh, Y/N thought, join the club.

3:28 in the morning. Yeah, they weren't too pleased about that.

Throwing the warm, tight covers off of themselves, fully prepared to spar with whoever decided to interfere with the delicate work of Hypnos, Y/N whipped open the door. Immediately, all their anger washed off them in a tsunami wave.

There was their boyfriend, Leo Valdez. Shaking like a leaf in the slight draft allowed through the magical barrier of Camp Half-Blood. Overall, not their favorite sight.

"Oh, my Gods!" Y/N exclaimed, grabbing the frozen boy by the shoulder and pulling him in.

"I was outside the door," was all he managed to mumble.

"Yeah, I could see that," All humor disappeared from Y/N's face at the look on Leo's.

"What's wrong?" They were suddenly on guard.

"I- Um, I..." Leo trailed off as a violent shudder racked over him.

"Oh, Gods, c'mere!" Within seconds, Leo was sat cross-legged on his partner's bed, wrapped up burrito-style in the fluffiest blanket Y/N could steal off one of their half-sibling's beds. Y/N sat in front of him.

Immediately, he collapsed into their arms.

"I had a nightmare," he sniffled. "I couldn't figure out where to go."

Y/N placed a solid kiss on his forehead before responding.

"You know you can come here right away," they pouted dotingly.

"I... couldn't," he struggled out. "It was about you."

"What..." Y/N took a deep breath to compose themself. "What did I do?"

"Not what you did... what was done to you," Leo emphasized.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Y/N cooed.

"No..." Leo moved for the first time in minutes, shaking his head vigorously.

Y/N shushed him to calm down, rubbing their hands up and down his arms comfortingly.

"Please, can you just... sing to me?" Leo requested, voice dipping to an all-time low.

Y/N agreed eagerly. As they helped arrange for Leo to lie against their pillow, they admired him. Even in his weakened state, he trusted them. They knew his past. They knew that having his trust was no laughing matter. He knew they intended to honor it.

Leo snuggled close to their warmth. He nuzzled his face into the crook of their neck and allowed them to wrap their arms around his waist.

They could feel Leo's breath slow as they began, their whispered tone making the intimate scene feel like home. At least, that's how Leo felt.

"Leo," Y/N hummed. "Wrap me up in all your-"

"I want you in my arms," Leo added.

"Oh, let me hold you."

That is exactly what they did.

I'll never let you go again...

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

[angels-and-demons]

Heyyyy so uh, I started writing the Nicoby arranged marriage au.

Uhhhh idk where I'm gonna take it so far, but... hee hoo. At least I've got some stuff down!

[ilikepjo24]

Heroes of Olympus told from Octavian's perspective, following his potential train of thought starting from Jason's disappearance. Because Reyna was the last person to see Jason before he was gone, and Octavian is the only one who realizes how suspicious that is.

Not my fic but one of my favorite Octavian centric stories!

[zazzander]

Octavian standing behind a painting of Cassandra

[orions-hole]

THE SON OF THE WINDS| Jason | 2/?? | 1/5

ALL | PREVIOUS |...| NEXT

"Hey dude. Is everything okay?" Leo asked me as I looked over the spreadsheet. I could barely understand it "..no. Not really" I admitted while looking around. "I can not remember anything about here.. Or you or Piper.." I didn't notice my breath getting shaky and Leo sighed "Don't blame ya'. Dylan's prank went.. too far. Maybe your brains trying to block it out dude. Sure you're smart enough to skip three grades but you're still a little kid" he ruffled my hair and I felt myself blushing with pure embarrassment.

"I'm not that small!" I complained like I'd known Leo for months, but something within me told me this was all fabricated by something higher up. I couldn't tell why.

"You're thirteen." he said deadpanned, we'd already forgotten the Dylan thing. We both started laughing at the shape of a rock, it felt so nice. I'd even forgotten I had absolutely no idea who Leo was. A wind storm started picking up, and Coach Edge told us to go inside the bus. Everyone was running so fast, I tripped. That's when I saw Piper being surrounded by.. something. I put my hand inside my pocket, took out a coin and flipped it. Down fell a bow, I grabbed it, aimed and shot. It gave Leo enough time to drag Piper into the bus and I was following, until I heard that voice. "CURSE YOU SON OF THE WINDS!"

I turned just in time to see Coach Edge kick a wind spirit. I instinctively recognize them now upclose. "Inside. Now." he told me and I listened. So we were all locked inside the bus as the storm got worse and worse. Coach Edge nowhere to be seen.

[six-of-snakes]

lines in the sand • ch 1/? • updates every other wednesday (ish)

"I should've saved her," Percy whispers. It feels good to admit it, even if it also feels far too vulnerable, even now, even after all of them have seen him scream at the sky and curse the gods. Nico is silent for a long moment. "I don't think she'd want you to regret it," he says finally, "I think- I think she would be glad you survived." "We should've both made it." Nico doesn't say anything. "We should've both made it," Percy repeats, fingers clenching around the edge of the dock, "And if not both of us, then she should've. She deserved it, deserved a fucking life. College in New Rome, a home, and a family, and a life not on the run." "She did," Nico agrees, an odd strain in his voice, "But the gods don't give those things easily." "Damn the gods," Percy says.

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[solarpoweredwings]

Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus Fanfics will be linked here!

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[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

Do any of you ever wonder if Camp Half-Blood accidentally brought in a demigod of a different pantheon before?

This would be especially hilarious if it happens sometime after The Last Olympian/Heroes of Olympus, where the gods are required to claim their kids quickly.

A whole day passes, and the new demigod needs to sleep in the Hermes Cabin and Percy is furious. Meanwhile, the Greek Gods are pointing at each other and shouting, contacting the most obscure of mini gods. Chaos erupts on Olympus as every deity in Greek Mythology is called upon and interrogated. Hermes hasn't run around so much in centuries.

Hecate sits in silence, fully aware of what's happening, but enjoying the show too much to intervene.

[wishingformoredogs]

I will not be silenced.

[lostinbooks14]

A Late Night Escapade

Times in the Wilderness

"Psst, Leo, hey," a soft voice whispered in his ear, making him sit up so fast that his forehead banged against something.

"Ow!" The voice hissed, mumbling something under its breath as it moved a few paces away, rubbing its forehead.

"Piper?" Leo squinted through the dark, trying to make out the shape standing in front of his bed.

"C'mon, up, up, up!" She ordered, and Leo found himself standing, even though his throbbing head and heavy eyes begged him not to.

"What are you doing? Where's Jason? It's-" He paused to look at the clock, "half past midnight!" He finished.

"I'll explain later, cmon, let's go."

"Wait but what about Jason?" He asked turning to look at the back of the blond boy sleeping on the bed next to him.

"I'll explain later," she repeated, and dragged him out into the hall.

He squinted at the sudden harsh light and stumbled after Piper, who was power-walking down the hallway in her purple PJs. She finally stopped in front of the kitchen door, and leaned in to whisper, "Keep watch."

"Wha- Piper!"

But she slipped the door shut and dissapeared.

It took seven minutes and forty two seconds and a moderate amount of crashing and swearing noises from inside before Piper came out again.

"What's that?" Leo asked, pointing at the cardboard box she was precariously carrying in her arms.

"I'll explain later," she repeated. Leo was getting really sick of those words.

"Can you at least tell me where you're going?"

"We. Where we're going," she said firmly, then, "to the attic."

Leo had found the attic one day when he was exploring (for spots to hide from bullies). It was where all the students' suitcases were kept, and students weren't allowed in, but kids snuck in from time to time. However, no one wandered far from the trapdoor. It was dark and dusty there- and people usually left as soon as they could. But the space ran over the entire school building, and was filled with many passages and small rooms- Leo was always finding new areas.

He'd finally found a large room a few months back, after crawling through two passages and climbing up holes, and he estimated that it was right above the cafeteria. The best part was, it had a tiny window. So of course he'd dragged Piper (Jason hadn't come yet) and made her clean the entire place with him. They'd hauled up a few yoga mats from the gym, and Leo had filled it up with odd machine parts- so many that Piper hardly came up anymore, and that was only to call him down or to sit in the corner for a while talking. It was very secret, and took six weeks of knowing Jason before he finally let him in.

"OK...is this a midnight food fest...?"

"Shh!"

Leo groaned quietly, feeling pissed. If she insisted on dragging him into his creepy attic at midnight with a suspicious box under her arm, he at least deserved to know what the heck was going on. Plus, Piper was acting weirdly out of character.

"Go up. I'll hand you the box once you're through. Be careful."

After a lot more swearing and shoving and shouts of "protect that box with your life, Leo!", plus a super fun bucketful of crawling and avoiding rat shit, they finally reached the room.

"Wait here." She grabbed the box from him with a hypocritical amount of violence.

"Wha- Piper- it's dark!" He protested as Piper went through the door, but the lamp she'd turned on in the room was casting a glow into the hallway, and he was never one to disobey the orders of people he actually cared about, so he waited. It wasn't so bad, really.

Well it wasn't...until the lamp went out.

The shadows seemed to elongate, and he couldn't hear Piper moving around inside anymore. He couldn't stop his mind flashing back to a long gone workshop. It was bigger, and didn't smell like decayed wood and rat droppings, but the similarities were surprisingly eerie.

"Piper?" He called as loudly as he dared, trying to block out his eight year old voice calling "Mom?" Into the creepy darkness. Maybe his voice had sounded more scared than he had wanted it to, but, he thought as Piper immediately came back through the door, he couldn't really make himself regret it.

"Oops, sorry, kiddo. Come on in." And she ducked back in through the door.

"God seriously, Piper? What is going ON with you?" He asked, following her into the dark room. "And 'kiddo'?"

But Piper had somehow dissapeared. Again.

Could there be a secret opening in here that he'd never noticed? Impossible. The mashed potatoes in the cafeteria probably had a virus planted in it by an alien from pluto that was making him hallucinate. He'd probably imagined Piper coming to his dorm. Heck maybe she'd never been real to begin with. Maybe Jason wasn't real either. Or wait- maybe HE was the alien. He should've known no one could be that nice in real life.

"What's he doing?"

"Is he in shock?"

"Maybe the ADHD-"

"In three, two-"

"Wait not yet."

"Hurry. He'll snap out of it soon."

"OK, done."

Leo barely had time to register the not-very-subtle whispers before everything turned ridiculously bright. Well not too bright to cause a sensory overload, but still. Bright.

"Wait what I haven't-"

"SUPRISE!" Piper burst out from behind a table and pushed a party hat onto his head, effectively giving him a minor heart attack.

"Happy Birthday?" Jason half yelled, half asked, as he emerged too, frantically trying to fix his lopsided hat.

"Wait what?"

"It's your birthday and you didn't even TELL us!? Really Leo!? If I hadn't seen that file in the principal's office-" Piper started, still having that huge grin fixed on her face.

"You're turning 15! We thought you were our age, Leo! Anyway, you like the decorations? You guys turned up sooner than I expected so it's a bit...well, you know...sorry..."

"Oh, oh, that's, um-" he fumbled for words, feeling tears blur his vision. It was his birthday today? He hadn't even noticed! And they'd- they'd- they'd decorated! And bought party hats! "Ta-da!" Piper threw open the cake box, grinning wildly as Leo took in the simple chocolate cake decorated with oreos, whipped cream, and a lot of randomly placed pieces of chocolate by a clearly inexperienced hand.

He felt a few tears slide down his cheeks.

"Piper- Piper I think he's crying. Dude, are you crying?" Jason asked, starting to sound panicked.

"Huh?"

"I'm so-rr-yyy," he sniffled, "I'm being such a party pooper." He rubbed at his snotty nose and gave a sloppy laugh.

His friends seem to grab onto it like drowning sailors clinging to a buoy. Piper started laughing, and was nervously followed by Jason.

"This is, this is so-"

"Oh my god please don't tell me you hate it."

"No! No! Oh my god this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me! I love you guys so muchhh" He was crying in earnest now, and someone had helped him sit down in a chair.

"Aw, we love you too!" Piper assured him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jason knelt down next to them a gave him a one armed squeeze. "You're amazing. You deserve it, seriously, man."

"Man? Dude he's 15! He's just a baby!"

"Wow ok-" Leo started to wipe away his tears.

"Cut the cake! Cut the cake!" They chanted eagerly, and he noticed that they'd avoided lighting a candle. He wasn't sure if it was because they'd remembered his fire-phobia, or because they had a spark of common sense that made them realise that the attic would probably catch flames and burn down the entire school, but he was glad. No fire would ruin tonight.

Nothing would ruin tonight. He was happy here, surrounded and protected by the only people he loved and the only people who loved him back.

Everything was perfect.

"C'mon, make a wish!"

There wasn't a candle, but Leo still closed his eyes, and he wished that his nightmares were a lie, that nothing he'd seen would ever actually happen and hurt his friends, and he wished-

"You're talking a huge while to make that wish, kid. Just one, remember?"

He wished that everything would stay exactly the same.

[povbeth]

six roses | percabeth | series masterlist

also posted on ao3

She accepts the rose from his hand, eyeing it as if she’s waiting for something to pop out. “What’s this?”

Percy scratches the back of his neck. With his pink cheeks and lopsided grin, Annabeth resists the urge to punch him while taming the butterflies in her stomach. “A rose. If I manage to give you six of these, and you accept them, you come to one of my shows. Deal?”

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Percy Jackson is guilty. When he left his hometown two years ago for a chance at stardom, he left behind his family and friends. He's made peace with them - except for his ex-girlfriend. His last moments with her remain in his mind as his biggest regret.

Annabeth Chase is weary. When she hears that the world-class star of the neighbourhood has come back to town for a break from the spotlight, she's not sure what to feel. All she knows is that there's no way she's giving him another chance at a relationship with her.

or, Percy's determined to win back Annabeth through a series of roses.

current wc: ~2.8K

warnings: i use pjo!tv character descriptions, mentions of death, annabeth needs a hug, percy professional yearner jackson, angst but also fluff !!!, ft. heroes of olympus characters, it's very much exes-to-friends-to-lovers

prologue: thinking about you

[theprinceofdarknesssquad]

Nico: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Percy: Several traffic violations. Jason: Three counts of resisting arrest. Leo: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Frank: Also, that’s not our car.