#leo valdez one-shot

[pumpkinbxtch]

HEYY!! I was wondering if you could do a Leo Valdez x fem Poseidon reader blurb with some smut but fluff in it. It’s the two on the beach and fem reader is just playing in the water and stumbles across a baby sea turtle and just has a conversation but after it’s just her and Leo hanging out together and going back to the Poseidon cabin(Percy isn’t home yet) and they have a quickie and makeout but Percy just walks in on them making out in her bed.. and after a few days Leo would rub it in Percy’s face as a joke.

“𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞! ”

— leo valdez x f!daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings; recommended for +18, smut and nsfw things happening.

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tags; fingering, language, unprotected sex, fluff, some cringy things, sex jokes. a/n; I think I did better on this one! thanks for your request.

— Really? Oh no, but she was your friend!

The more the conversation went on, the less Leo understood what you were talking about with that turtle. In fact, he didn't even know you could talk to turtles, but the way your breasts looked in that swimsuit when you bent over was enough reason to keep watching while pretending to be interested.

You stood up slightly, and the sand stuck to your legs made him want to brush it off himself, grain by grain, just to be closer to you, or even inside you. Leo cleared his throat and tried to distract himself to avoid those thoughts, not necessarily because he felt bad having them, but because, what was worse than imagining it and not being able to have it right then? Because you kept talking to the damn turtle.

Ten minutes that felt like an hour passed, and he was getting more and more impatient to get you inside until he finally saw the oviparous creature head back to the sea. With a smile that looked more like a grimace of discomfort, Leo stood up and took you by the waist with a familiar expression on his face.

— How about we go inside? — he offered, his hands sliding down your back covered by the still slightly wet swimsuit. Your eyes curiously searched his, and seeing the way he looked at you and the warmth radiating from his body, you raised an eyebrow slightly.

— For something special, Valdez? — you teased, and he smirked sarcastically while intertwining his fingers with yours as he began to drag you to cabin three. — But, what about Percy? Uh– he could show up any moment — you stammered, and Leo turned around to carry you bridal style to avoid you stepping on anything dangerous with your bare feet.

— It'll be... quick — he murmured in your ear, and you squeezed your thighs at the hungry tone of his voice.

Quick as lightning, he pulled down the curtains, locked the door, and lifted you onto the dresser, not stopping kissing your salty skin. Anywhere your skin was exposed, he tried to leave a kiss or a bite.

He pulled you close to his body, and you moaned feeling his hardness against the lower part of your stomach, the thought of doing it this way had you too turned on. The adrenaline had you captive, and Leo was gripped by it. His hands roamed your body, and with a slap to your pussy, your breath hitched. He hummed and struggled with the elastic fabric that covered you to touch you. When he finally managed, he smiled while kissing the curve between your jaw and neck.

— It's always wet in the ocean, isn't it, babe? — his deep voice drew an unthinking whimper from you, followed by more as Leo played with your folds, making wet, slippery sounds that made you lift your hips involuntarily.

— Uh, Leo... — you moaned as he slid a finger into your pussy without warning, still kissing your neck. You impatiently wrapped your hands around him, holding on as he thrust into you, your legs trying to close until he had to place a leg between yours to keep them open.

Your juices ran down his hand, and as he felt you getting closer, he had to stop, drawing a whine from you. He gave you sweet kisses on your cheeks.

— Sorry, mi amor, but I need to feel you inside. Do you want that? — the last part came out as more of a plea, and you understood, seeing the sun setting. Dinner would be soon, and they'd wonder where you were, not to mention some of your stuff was still on the beach. With the same need he seemed to have, you nodded frantically. He roughly pulled you off the wooden dresser, turning you around to face the mirror on the bureau.

In the reflection, you saw Leo with darker-than-usual eyes and a cocky grin, noticing the blush on your cheeks at the sight of you both, hot and bothered. That tightened your walls, and you felt his long hands pushing you to lean on your forearms while nibbling your ear.

— Babe... — he purred in your ear, not taking his eyes off your figure.

One hand started pulling down a strap of your swimsuit while the other massaged your clit over the increasingly annoying fabric. Leo kissed your shoulder, quickly pulling down the other part of your swimsuit to free your breasts. He growled at the sight of your erect nipples and the remaining grains of sand on your body. If he had more time, he would have brushed them off one by one with you lying on the bed, but you were on a fast track.

— That's better — he said, pinching one of your nipples, making you lift your ass towards him, rubbing against his aching dick, already melting to be inside you.

— Damn, this damn swimsuit works wonders for your body — he mumbled, dragging the words as he pumped his dick, barely touching your ass, making you more impatient. His fingers pulled the blue fabric aside again, rubbing your entrance with his pre-cum covered tip.

— Damn, Leo, didn't you say you were in a hurry? — you complained as your hips sought deeper contact. Leo loved to tease and take his time, but you were right, time was short. He buried his length inside you, pounding his hips against yours with no delicacy.

Your velvety walls took him so well he thought he might come right then, but he tried to hold on a bit longer, watching his dick disappear inside you and the way your tits bounced with each thrust. He was on the edge.

— Uh, damn. You squeeze me so good — he growled, leaning more onto your back to get deeper. You stifled a moan, sobbing with your mouth open and eyes glassy, focused on your boyfriend, only making you want him deeper. You were close, babbling nonsense that only encouraged Leo to increase his thrusts.

— Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck me.

— That's what I'm doing, babydoll.

Even in the middle of the moment, he always found a way to be funny. But when you lifted your hips higher, your pussy tightening around him, he was about to see heaven. Your release started dripping down your thighs and his shaft. With that, he painted your insides with his cum, pressing your body tightly against his, as if he wanted you to be one.

The horn signaling it was almost time for dinner sounded, and with breathless lungs, Leo found a bit of air to sigh with a tight smile against your back. Before slipping out of you, he kissed you.

You stifled a small whimper at the emptiness, and your boyfriend smiled tenderly, hugging and turning you to face him again.

— You're so damn hot — he said, kissing you and slowly covering you back with your swimsuit while gently kissing your cheeks and nose. You giggled, and he led you to your bed to sit on his lap.

— We don't have much time but — he kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to hold your hips. — I adore you.

You smiled, and he kissed you again until the door burst open, making you jump.

It was Percy, his expression changing from a frown to shock and then anger.

— LEO!

— Bro, at least you came when I already had my shorts on.

A yell echoed through the entire camp, and everyone knew Percy Jackson had arrived.

— Want some honey on those pancakes? — Leo asked the son of Poseidon genuinely while holding the jar with a raised eyebrow.

— I don't want anything from you — Percy said sourly, with a twisted smile. Leo grinned, seeing what this was about.

— Maybe a nephew, then.

— YOU!

[turquoisenintendo64]

Hiiii!! I love the PJO fandom coming back if ur comfortable with it would you do Leo Valdez x reader fluff where reader has a migraine?? The other details like which gods kid it is is all up to u!

(Love)Sick !

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in which: leo takes care of camp’s caretaker

leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

warnings: none! just fluff and love and comfort

a/n: MY FIRST REQUEST YAYYY thank you sm beautiful anon. since the request didn’t specify gender, i tried this to be as gender neutral as possible! i hope you like it :)

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“i’m FINE,” you insisted, trying to get out of bed.

leo pushed you back, gently.

“no, you are not. how many fingers?” he held up three fingers.

“uh… six?”

“see? you are everything but fine,” he threw a blanket over you, and kissed your temple. “i’ll get you painkillers and a delicious chicken broth.”

you crossed your arms.

you wanted to go to the infirmary. this was the first time your migraines got you indisposed, and it angered you.

you knew your siblings needed you there, it was always too crowded and they needed help.

still, they also insisted in you staying at the apollo cabin until you were fine.

after a while, leo came back with a mug and a pill.

he gave you your bottle of water and told you to take the pill. he laid down next to you.

“where did you find chicken broth?” you asked.

“that’s a secret,” you shrugged, drinking it anyway. “the stoll brothers stole it, since camp’s chicken broth tastes like expired lizard piss.”

“that’s specific.”

you closed your eyes and snuggled next to him.

he wrapped an arm around you and caressed your back.

“thank you for taking care of me,” you said. “i love you.”

“i love you too, cariño.”

he kissed your forehead and played with your hair until you fell asleep.

being sick isn’t that bad when you know leo is always going to take care of you.

[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...

[repairgirl]

2. move-out eve

affectionately yours fem!reader insert + social media & college au 

a/n: and the story begins! shoutout to @dee-zbignuts for letting me give her adorable cat miya a cameo :) apologies for the delay <3

masterlist < previous > next

leo taglist: @slytherindaughterofposeidon0 @persephil @mmmelanie-blog1 @blue-violin @goldengoddess @dee-zbignuts @animes-trash @nottherealslimshady @vermilioneyess @cellias @lovemss @skullduggered @queenbvadva @violet-primrose

affectionately yours taglist: @astro-link @vermilioneyess @burrito-fight @lily-valdez5684

[crumbledcastle28]

Leo Valdez: Masterlist

Nighttime Blurb

Need

You Didn't Come Back

Destined

You Love Me?

You're Distracting Me *SMUT*

Sorry I'm So Lame

Touch Her Again

Insecure

Because of You

First Time *SMUT*

Always You (Part 1)

Always You (Part 2)

He Is In Love

[7s3ven]

I wanna write a Leo Valdez one shot but think I just came up with one of the saddest plots ever…

SPOILERS AHEAD

Did y’all see the look in Luke’s eyes during the betrayal scene? It was HEART BREAKING. It hurt so much omg.

So imagine this y’all, Luke with a biological sister and he betrays camp, leaving Y/N behind because he wants to keep her out of the mess he’s created.

Being Luke’s sister, she obviously has experience with a sword. She goes on to being one of the best sword fighters and Luke is just proudly watching in the shadows.

“Go Little Rock star.”

IT HURTSSSS OMG

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

platonic liper hcs cause I can.

Leo braids Piper's hair

Piper had an Undercut and Leo helps her trim it (and he's the one who cut it in the first place)

Piper is the only person Leo is OK about letting his guard down around

Building off that last one: Leo feels EXTREMELY guilty abt his Mum, and one night at the wilderness school he just breaks down and Piper finds him and he tells her everything,

They share clothes (both like oversized stuff)

Leo absolutely hates the fact he likes Jason, (his Best Friend's bf. if I'm staying canon compliant)

even after Piper moves she and Leo are still in contact and Iris message all the time

Piper does her best to make sure Leo never finds out what FNAF is because she KNOWS Leo would try to recreate it (I mean, is she wrong?)

people usually assume they're either biologically related or dating

Piper can't cook for shit, Leo is actually really good

they're the kind of friends who text (in this case iris message) so much when they meet up in person they literally have nothing to talk about. that won't stop them though

they do each others nails

Piper helped Leo pierce his ears a second and third time (he already had one for fun)

if Leo has extra metal from whatever project he's working on he makes Piper Earrings

Piper makes sure Leo wears his retainer (he forgets a lot)

they see each other as their sibling. and treat each other as such

[stillcarmine]

Honestly, the most egregious and obvious way that RR favored and inserted Percy and Annabeth as the main characters in Hoo is having them be the ones whose blood woke Gaea.

He wanted to have them be the most important demigods of the seven. If they were facing Kronos or some other enemy from their past that could have made sense. But they weren’t and Gaea had no reason to prioritize these two, but she already made efforts for them to be the ones spared and brought to her in previous books in the series. She only wanted this because the narrative wanted P and A to be important.

But you know who Gaea does have significant history with? Who would have had serious emotional and thematic repercussions at waking her? Who were the two destined to bring her down?

Hazel and Leo.

[soulofapatrick]

TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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[pumpkinbxtch]

ᬊ Serenade ᬊ

— LEO VALDEZ X FEM!READER

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☆ radiostar is playing... paloma querida by josé alfredo jiménez!

warnings; language, a pinch of angst with comfort at the end. a/n; I wanted to do this one so much, I finally got to finish it, I hope you like it. The translation of the song is below each verse, as well as the vocabulary at the end.

— You know what? Go to hell!

You slammed the bedroom's door behind you, trying to shut it with a bang, but Leo managed to catch it with his hand to follow you. Although in fact, it wasn't to try to solve the things.

He let out a loud huff when he saw you grabbing your keys and your things.

— Well, actually you’re the one leaving so, why don’t you just go there and give me the address later?

The regret was immediate, but he was just as angry and ignored it. For a second, he feared for everything as you turned back to him with flared nostrils and a frown, your eyes starting to tear up.

— If that's how things are. Good, then I won’t have to come back to this dump. — You threw the keys at his face and left with a door slam that echoed in the apartment.

Within two seconds, Leo was already running down the stairs, shouting your name, but it was too late when he saw your car turning the corner, almost leaving a trail of fire on the pavement. Feeling down, he ran his hands through his curly hair and sighed.

Who started the fight? It was hard to tell, but maybe Leo's response wasn’t the best. Actually, it had been the worst of all their fights, and he saw that reflected in the way you left. You two weren’t the type of couple to fight with sharp words, so this was almost like saying he’d rather see you dead.

— I’m- uh que pendejo¹ ! —he exclaimed, throwing himself onto the couch and complaining while rolling around. How would he apologize now? This time, flowers or a card saying "Sorry for being an idiot" wouldn’t cut it, and even if it did, he knew you deserved more.

Then he had an idea, triggered by a memory from his days in that old neighborhood when his mom was still alive. He could remember that place was lively, colorful, and sometimes noisy because people like his mom and him lived there, never letting a place so far from home feel as cold and foreign as it actually was. And there was something moms and grandmas children would do for on their birthdays, big block parties, or even when there were small couple fights: a serenade seemed like the ace up the sleeve to ease the pain and give a heartfelt apology. For Leo, that was fair.

Where would he get mariachis? But that was the least of his worries. He’d done more impossible things than finding a mexican musical group in the middle of the night.

— Hephaestus, help me — he muttered -almost like a prayer- as he put on his green military jacket and grabbed the keys you had thrown at him earlier. The raccoon keychain wearing a Camp Half-Blood shirt left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Before leaving, the candle illuminating the picture of his mom on the shelf next to the TV flickered intensely, catching his attention, and he took that as a response from his dad that was something like: " I Pass, I’ve had enough with my wife," and he honestly understood what he meant. One thing was a fight, another was being cheat repeatedly.

He turned off the lights and fearlessly wandered around to find his grand musical apology.

You were curled up in your bed with a frown and some tears in your eyes. You never thought any of your fights would reach this point, even if Leo's response had been in a joking manner, fighting with him was already too much for your heart. You wondered if this was the beginning of the end, if he was really angry, or if his response was an expression of how tired he was of you.

Were you done? 'cause you had thrown the keys at his face and had no way of getting back into that place.

Your anxiety flooded your body, and a slight tremor in your lip kept asking you to finally release the tears you had held back. Would you go to bed this sad and empty? Even the mattress seemed too big without him by your side.

You turned to switch off your bedside lamp when you heard a small object bounce against your window. You turned around and nervously played with the laces of your hoodie. Was it him? You looked at the clock and could see through your blurry eyes that it was around 2 AM. No way Leo could be here at this hour, maybe it had just been the wind

You turned to reach the switch when the sound repeated, and before you could get up, two more pebbles hit the glass. At the foot of your window, before opening the curtain, you heard a whistle and some trumpets starting to play.

— Amor!

You opened your eyes wide and clumsily pulled out the curtain. What you saw through the glass left you speechless. There were mariachis, about seven of them, and Leo was there with a bouquet of roses, waving his hand at you. When you opened the window, he smiled broadly, though there was a noticeable hint of shame.

— FORGIVE ME, MI AMOR — he shouted, cupping his hand to his mouth to amplify his voice, and you, speechless, kept watching the scene. Your boyfriend turned around and gave some instructions to one of the mariachis, who nodded and started a count of three. The music began, and not only did the singer's voice echo in the street, but so did Leo's.

— Yo no sé lo que valga mi vida. Pero yo, te la vengo a entregar.

( I don’t know what my life is worth, but I’m here to give it to you!)

You smiled. You couldn’t understand much from the distance, but the way he clutched his chest with each word made you tear up.

— yo siento quererte... con todas las fuerzas que el alma me da.

(I feel I love you with all the strength my soul can give...)

Leo impatiently gestured for them to continue while he looked for a way to climb up to your window. Though the vines weren’t entirely safe, he decided to risk it.

— Paloma querida! — he shouted off-key as he walked on the roof, short of breath, and beneath your window, he stood on tiptoe to hand you the roses. You leaned on your stomach to grab the flowers wrapped in red cellophane, and without taking your eyes off him, you smelled them.

He stepped back enough for you to see each other clearly. Again, he placed his hand over his heart and with a sincere smile mouthed, "I’m sorry."

What felt like seconds were actually minutes until the song change brought both of you back to reality. You leaned out to be a bit closer to him, and he jumped up to barely kiss your lips.

— No that, dummy! — you said giggling, nodding towards the group who continued playing with smiles, seeing that the serenade had achieved its goal. — The neighbors, Leo.

Leo raised his eyebrows and pointed to the front of your house, where people in nightgowns peeked from their windows, and some kids were dancing. An elderly couple watched the scene with tender eyes. Apparently, there were no complaints, so everything seemed cool.

He bowed without taking his eyes off you, and opening his hand in the air, let the keys jingle sweetly. You smiled, and he mimicked you.

— I love you.

— Te amo más.³

❉᯽❉

¹ que pendejo: I'm an asshole!

² paloma querida: dear dove; It's the name of the song translated to eng, an expression too or a kind of petname

³ te amo más: I love you more

⁴ amor, amor mio, mi amor: love, love of mine, my love.

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

jason thought he saw a glint of bronze, and stood up on the railing of the argo ii to get a better view. he saw the frame-work of a boat, except that it looked far more than just a boat: the machinery had a certain style to it, a certain edge that could only come from one person. 

the realisation sucked the breath out of his lungs, and in his excitement, he made the foolish mistake of still holding loosely to the air reins as he willed the venti to run free. he was yanked along them for a split-second before he left go, which was more than enough to disrupt his balance on the thin railing he stood on: he fell forwards with a yelp, and hit his head pretty hard against the metal exterior of the ship before falling into a roll in the shallow ocean below him.

luckily the ship's motors had stopped, or else it would have probably swept him under. as it already was, when he got up and brushed the sand out of his face, his arm was bleeding. if he'd taken a second more to compose himself he would have realised that a bleeding cut had formed on the side of his head as well, staining his hair darker, and that he'd been controlling the venti for so long that the skin on his arms was blistered and cracked. 

but even as he heard concerned voices from the ship, no doubt caused by his loud injury, he could see leo's silhouette. he didn't know how he recognised him from so far, when he could hardly see his features or his clothes: but he knew, with absolute certainty, it was him. 

he didn't wait for anyone. he simply ran, not caring as thin shards of rock and glass embedded themselves in his bare feet, or as the rest of the seven called out his name from behind him. he ran so fast that his feet hardly touched the ground; that although he'd seen leo from at least half a kilometre away, he ran for less than sixty seconds before he could see him from up-close.  

leo was standing up now, and his eyes were warm and dark, and his curls covered part of his left eyebrow as it always did, and he was smiling in a way that was softer and subtler than jason had seen before. and there was something about his outfit— but he didn't process what, because he'd practically leapt onto leo as soon as he was close, hugging the other boy. 

he heard leo's voice, "hey, jace." he couldn't bring himself to respond in words. he just hugged leo tighter, a mixture of relief and something else clumping together until it formed an emotion so strong and simple that it could only be called joy. 

when they finally broke away from the embrace, jason couldn't help the wide smile that formed on his face. "gods, i'm so glad to see you." 

leo squeezed his shoulder, "man, i missed you too." then he grinned the way he always did before he dropped a joke. "but, seriously, you have no idea how much i could've used some flying—"

jason didn't know what got into him right then. he grabbed leo's face with his hands, and kissed him on the lips. looking back, he wouldn't know what surprised him more: the fact that he'd kissed leo, or the fact that leo had kissed him back. 

and now he could finally hear the others coming, and they were calling his name and leo's, but he still couldn't make himself let go of leo. "your head's bleeding," leo murmured after finally pulling apart, and he smiled wider. 

jason kissed him again, and this time everyone was there to watch but he found that he couldn't care less because he wanted to keep kissing leo until someone had to drag him away. 

[pourmercymercyonme]

just posted a leo-centric one-shot w implied valgrace (i'm pretty sure it's not even implied but in my mind leo did everything bc he missed jason), set after trials of apollo. it's roughly based on The Bolter - Taylor Swift. go read it!

[repairgirl]

3. move-in pt. 1

affectionately yours fem!reader insert + social media & college au 

a/n: UPDATE IS FINALLY HERE!! heads up- i'm going to be bringing in a lot of my personal interests + experiences w college into this story, so in this case i'm so sorry if you don't like taylor swift LOL. anyway i'd really suggest listening to gold rush with this chapter, it's a beautiful song and very fitting :) as always, send me an ask if you'd like to be removed or added to the taglist, and enjoy!!

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leo taglist: @slytherindaughterofposeidon0 @persephil @mmmelanie-blog1 @blue-violin @goldengoddess @dee-zbignuts @animes-trash @vintagebitc @nottherealslimshady @vermilioneyess @cellias @lovemss @skullduggered @queenbvadva @violet-primrose

affectionately yours taglist: @vermilioneyess @burrito-fight @lily-valdez5684 @lovely-rainy-dayss @hrts4leo @he11queen @violet-primrose 

[nepobabyeurydice]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Esperanza Valdez & Rosa Valdez, Calypso & Leo Valdez Characters: Leo Valdez, Rosa Valdez, Calypso (Percy Jackson), Elena Valdez, Carlos Valdez, Leo Valdez's Grandmother Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Leo Valdez Needs a Hug, Calypso Still Has Her Magic, Family Drama, Intergenerational Trauma, Sammy Valdez’s Ranch (Percy Jackson), Terminal Illnesses, Wordcount: 100-2.000, Victim Blaming, rosa and ximena blame leo for his moms death Series: Part 20 of a one-shot by any other name Summary:

“Esperanzita’s boy,” Tío Concho grunts. He reaches out to ruffle Leo’s hair but Leo steps away and Calypso holds a hand between them.

Rosa Valdez is dying and Leo goes to see her one last time with Calypso there to mediate. It goes better and worse than expected.

[2nd2ndalto]

I Got a Bad Case of Loving You

Hey, it's a chiropractor AU! In which everyone is a little inappropriate, tbh.

Written for @writers-choice prompt "kink in neck". I spent some time agonizing over whether I could come up with anything for this prompt and then came up with two things, because I am a giant nerd. Title is from the song Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer.

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“I’m telling you Nico, you’ve got to go see my back guy! He’s dirt cheap.”

Nico makes a face. “I don’t know, Leo. Isn’t it like… healthcare? It seems like ‘dirt cheap’ shouldn’t be a selling point for healthcare.”

“Look.” Leo bounces onto the couch beside his roommate and Nico winces, lifting a hand to his sore neck. “You’ve been in pain for a week. What are your other options?”

“This guy is a chiropractor?” Nico asks reluctantly.

Leo looks unsure. “I mean yeah, basically.”

“Basically?”

“Whatever.” Leo throws up his hands. “He’s never steered me wrong. He fixed me up after I fell off Jason’s balcony.”

Nico looks at him in horror. “You fell two stories. Shouldn’t you have gone to a hospital?”

“This guy is cheaper,” Leo says, as if this is all the explanation that is necessary.

Nico blinks. Leo hasn’t stopped bouncing on the couch and it hurts.

“Okay, fine. I’ll think about it, okay?” Nico gingerly lifts his arm to look at his watch. “Don’t you have to go to class?”

Leo’s expression abruptly turns to one of horror. “Fuck.”

Moments later he’s out the door and Nico walks stiffly to the hall closet, wondering if they own a heating pad. ___

A few days later, still unable to properly lift his arm or turn his head to the left, Nico is ready to admit defeat and ask Leo for Dr. Apollo’s number. Leo seems unreasonably thrilled. “You’ll be thanking me, just wait!” he crows. Nico makes a face, but calls the number anyway.

The place is just down the block from their apartment, so that’s a plus. The appearance of the office, on the other hand, is… not reassuring. The tiny, dimly-lit reception area is cluttered with salt lamps and crystals and various knick-knacks. The front room is deserted when Nico arrives, and he sits down hesitantly on a wicker chair, glancing anxiously towards a beaded curtain separating the waiting area from the rest of the clinic. The room smells like a tarot card reading place Piper once made him go to with her.

Nico half-considers turning and walking right back out the door, but he’s living on the last vestiges of his student loans and he’s tired of not being able to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Besides, Leo’s been to see this dude before, and he’s still standing.

“Mr. di Angelo?” comes a melodious voice from behind the beaded curtain, and Nico jumps.

“I’m Dr. Apollo, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man says smoothly, pushing the beads aside and crossing the small waiting room. He holds out his hand and Nico cautiously shakes it. Dr. Apollo is… a bit blinding. His teeth are positively gleaming, his shirt unbuttoned just a little too far to be considered professional. He has a deep, almost bronze tan and bleached blonde hair.

But Nico rises and follows the man into a back room that’s decorated much like the waiting room, candles flickering on every surface, incense smoke curling towards the ceiling.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Nico tells him, but has the distinct impression that Dr. Apollo is only half-listening, waiting for his next chance to speak.

He’s not entirely wrong. Once Nico is situated on the exam table, the - doctor? - Nico honestly isn’t positive - makes a show of turning on soft music and lighting several more candles, all the while speaking in a soothing tone. But whatever tranquil effect might have been achieved is mostly ruined by the way Dr. Apollo spends the entire (blessedly short) appointment dropping names of supposed celebrities he's treated, none of whom Nico’s ever heard of.

Despite his manner, though, and the seemingly unnecessary flourishes of his hands as he works, Dr. Apollo does seem to know what he’s doing, and Nico’s neck feels better almost immediately. So he supposes it’s worth all the weirdness.

“Aha!” Dr. Apollo announces, teeth gleaming, as Nico’s neck makes a muted popping sound. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Um, yeah,” Nico agrees, carefully tilting his head. “That does feel a lot better.”

“Every single time! Tell your friends!” Dr. Apollo beams. Then, “William!” he calls in a carrying voice, turning to the side, “I’m ready for you!”

Dr. Apollo leans slightly forward as he’s preparing to stand, taking a deep inhale.

“Mmm. Has anyone ever told you that your hair smells of petrichor? It’s enchanting.”

Nico blinks.

“Dad!” a voice squeaks in horror.

“What? What did I do?”

“Dad you can’t just - excuse us for just a moment, Mr di Angelo,” says the other voice. Positioned as he is, Nico can’t see the other speaker. The door closes softly and Nico can hear a whispered, heated conversation in the hallway. He only catches bits and pieces of it, but he’s pretty sure he hears can’t just go around smelling people’s hair, grossly unethical and completely inappropriate.

A moment later the door opens again. “I’m so, so sorry about him,” says a young man’s voice. “Obviously I need to have another chat with him about his people skills.”

This voice is softer than Dr. Apollo’s, harassed-sounding at the moment, but sunny and gentle, and Nico turns his head to see a boy about his age, freckled with tousled blonde hair, his face flushed red.

“It’s - it’s okay,” Nico reassures him.

“It’s really not,” the boy says, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. “One of these days someone’s going to sue him, or call the cops or -” he shakes his head. “Anyway. I’m supposed to put some heat on your neck before you’re done. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Nico watches the boy as he moves across the small exam room to a stainless steel cabinet, removing a heat pack and wrapping it expertly in a towel. Knowing that he’s related to Dr. Apollo, Nico can see the resemblance. The boy is like a diluted version of his father, but in the best possible way, his manner mild and unobtrusive, his sandy blonde hair curling softly at the back of his neck. When he turns back to Nico, his smile is like warm light on a soft spring evening. Enchanting Nico thinks, then internally scolds himself. Talk about being completely inappropriate.

The boy approaches the table with the heat pack. “If you can just lift your head a bit, I can put this under your neck.”

Nico does, definitely not making a note of how soft the boy’s fingers are when they accidentally brush his cheek, nor how good he smells.

“Again, I’m so sorry about my dad,” the boy says.

“It’s fine,” Nico shrugs. “The price is right.”

“Yeah, I know,” the boy grimaces. “We moved here from Greece when I was a kid. He was a chiropractor over there, but he never got re-certified in the US. Maybe because of his appalling bedside manner,” he finishes in a loud voice directed towards the hallway.

A door slams in the distance. The boy shakes his head. He turns to set a timer.

The heat on Nico’s neck is actually really nice. Especially now that he’s abruptly free of the pain that’s been trailing him around for almost two weeks. Nico finds his eyes drifting closed.

“Um - Mr. di Angelo?” Nico blinks his eyes open. The boy is standing next to the exam table, closer than Nico expected.

“Oh, it’s - it’s Nico.” Nico holds out his hand.

The boy gives him that soft smile again and god, maybe it's because of the comforting heat on his tired neck or the incense in the air, but Nico's stomach does a pleasant little flip.

“Will,” the boy says, shaking Nico’s hand.

“Will… Apollo?”

“Oh. No.” The boy’s face goes a bit pink. “Will Solace.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

They gaze at each other for a moment during which Nico is quite sure that Will Solace’s face goes even pinker. Then he abruptly turns his gaze to his feet.

“Um. You’ve got about ten minutes left,” he glances at the timer. “I’m just going to sit over there and… avoid my dad for a few minutes. Please just rest - feel free to ignore me.” And Will turns to sit at the small desk in the corner, reaching for a textbook.

Ignoring this boy is pretty much the last thing on Nico’s mind, though.

“You’re not a chiropractor?” Nico asks after a moment.

The boy turns in his chair, open textbook on his lap. “God, no. I’m pre-med. My dad was short-staffed today and he talked me into helping out.”

“He’s… interesting,” Nico says.

Will snorts. “Yeah, that’s one word for it. I um… I didn’t grow up with him around. We’re not really close… I don’t know. We have kind of a weird relationship.”

Nico nods. “I can relate. My stepmom is okay, but my dad… well. That’s not a ten-minute conversation.”

Will smiles, setting his book on the desk behind him and closing it.

“Are you a student too?”

“Yeah. Forensic pathology.”

Will’s eyes light up, which isn’t the reaction Nico’s accustomed to when he talks about his choice of career.

“That’s so cool!” Will exclaims. “I thought about forensic pathology too. I’m still not sure about my major, to be honest. I bet we’ve taken some of the same classes, though!”

After that, the conversation flows easily, and the ten minutes pass by far too quickly.

“How are you feeling?” Will asks as Nico pushes himself up. He turns his head experimentally.

“Really good, actually. I guess your dad knows his stuff,” Nico says.

“Lucky for him.” Will rolls his eyes.

Nico hops down from the table, and maybe he’d gotten a little too comfortable there, because his vision goes dark for a second as his feet hit the floor, and he stumbles.

“Whoa there,” Will says, grabbing his arm, and when Nico’s vision does clear, it’s to the sight of wide, blue, blue eyes searching his face. It doesn’t particularly help the dizziness.

“Are you okay? You look a little stunned.” Will says, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah, just…” Nico shakes his head. “Um. Orthostatic… um…”

“Hypotension?” Will grins.

“Yeah, that,” Nico breathes. And somehow Will’s hand is still on his arm, and the candlelight is turning his hair the most gorgeous shade of gold, and Nico can’t look away from those blue, blue eyes, and -

The door suddenly swings open and the two jump apart.

“Mr. di Angelo!” Dr. Apollo exclaims. “How’s the neck?”

“Yeah - um. Good,” Nico stammers, attempting to regain the powers of speech.

“Wonderful!”

Will trails behind them as Dr. Apollo leads Nico back to the front desk.

Nico pays for his treatment, stealing another glance at Dr. Apollo’s beautiful assistant out of the corner of his eye. Dr. Apollo gives Nico his receipt and several of his business cards. Then -

“Oh!” the older man exclaims, glancing at Nico’s file. “You live right down the street! My son’s band is playing at the cafe next door tomorrow night!” He grabs Will around the shoulders and pulls him in. “You should come!”

Will looks mortified. “Dad, please don’t. I’m sure Nico has better things to do on a Friday night.”

But Nico’s heart gives a little leap. “No, actually that - that sounds great,” he says, and he’s pretty sure Will looks pleased. He can probably convince Leo to come along so he doesn’t have to sit there feeling completely awkward on his own.

“Wonderful!” Dr. Apollo exclaims. And then he’s immediately distracted by another patient coming in through the door. There’s barely enough room for the four of them in the waiting room, so Nico makes a hasty exit. He’s standing in front of the little shop tucking his receipt into his backpack when the door opens behind him.

“Hey,” Will says shyly. “I um - I just wanted to apologize for my dad again, and - here.” He hands Nico a photocopied green flier. “That’s for the show tomorrow,” he explains. “You totally don’t have to come, but -”

“No,” Nico shakes his head. “I’ll be there.”

Will’s flushes. “Okay. Cool. Then I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Nico grins.

And as Nico watches Will retreat back into the shop, he thinks he might just have more than one thing to thank Leo for.