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NVM I GOT SICK ✨AGAIN✨

I sent the first one of these and not even 2 hours later I got sick. I’ve been staying home from school and have been taking dramamine for the nausea but the migraines just don’t let up

So anyway, I still have to catch up☝️

Bestie pls I beg you let yourself rest 😭

-Danny

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I'M BACK-Danny

Words: 2,269

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2013—2014

As far as everyone knew, Leon Regulus was a decent student at Hogwarts.

The accurate statement was, that Leon Regulus was the best student of his year, and to prove it now he had a Headboy badge. He was also Captain of the dueling club, and rather popular... and he didn't want his family to know.

He was still staring at his letter when Mel came down for breakfast with Lily in her arms.

"Morning," she said. "Is that your letter? We can go with the Flints—"

"Get mum," Leon said, eyes never leaving his letter.

"What?"

"Get mum," he repeated. "I need to talk to her."

Mel sat her sleepy daughter on the couch and approached. "What is it?"

The young boy reacted, jumping out of his seat and holding the letter behind his back. "Get mum and then I'll tell you!" Mel stared at him and he got even more alarmed. "Do not read my thoughts!"

"I'm not!" Mel tried to hide her laughter, chasing her younger brother around the drawing room. "I wasn't snooping! I was just trying to—"

"No, don't do that! You're too smart and you'll figure out before mum!"

"Reg—"

"Oh, bugger off, I'll do it," he complained, seizing his wand. "I'm allowed to do magic now, I keep forgetting it.."

With a swift flick of his wand, his Patronus—a border collie—ran out of sight.

"Now what, you'll avoid talking to me until Mum gets the message?" Mel smirked.

"You left a minor unsupervised—and that one likes playing with fire!" Leon reminded her as he rushed upstairs.

"Oh, Reg, don't be such a—"

Someone knocked on her door then, and Mel tensed. It'd been a whole month since Harry and Ron had gone away, and she was still waiting for news. She feared opening the door to a Ministry worker holding one of those dreadful burgundy envelopes, the ones reserved to notify the relatives of a deceased Auror.

Mel walked to the door and opened it, she visibly relaxed when she realized it was Emily Flint. "Hi, love!"

"Hi," the girl looked briefly over Mel's shoulder, she was holding her Hogwarts letter. "Is Leon still here?"

"Yeah, you want me to call him?"

"Yes, please. I was on my way already when he sent me his Patronus."

"Oh!" Mel blushed. "Oh, sorry, Emi, I think my brother made a mistake—"

"Hi, hi, hi!" Reg rushed down to meet the girl and stopped Mel from talking. "You got my message?"

"Yes," she smiles, but it looks a lot different than the way she usually grins at her friends. "I was actually on my way, I got my letter."

Regulus blushes. "Me too."

"I got great news," Emily continued, looking at them with excitement. "I'm the Captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team."

"Emily! That's brilliant!" Mel beamed.

"Dad wants to organize a dinner to celebrate my promotion, he asked me to invite you and your kids if you're, you know, in the right mood—"

"Of course I am," Mel pushed aside the little sting of disappointment when she thought of Harry, missing the milestones of people they cared about.

"We'll be there," Regulus said, looking anxious. "Mel, can you excuse us?"

She looked at her brother with a raised brow, but the boy just gave her a look to urge her to leave them alone. Once again Mel concealed her mirth and stepped aside. "Sure. I'll be in the kitchen with Lily."

When Mel's mother arrived, Emily Flint was still with Regulus upstairs.

"Hey," Mel started, lowering her voice so her children couldn't hear their conversation. "I can't believe I'm asking you this, but..."

"Your brother has gone soft over Erick's oldest daughter, yes," the woman smiled. "But Mel, need I remind you it's rude to talk about other people's love lives, especially when they're young?"

Mel made a face. "I stand by what I said back then, it was wrong of you to bet on my life. But I'm not betting, now I understand why Regulus was so eager to come and spend the summer here."

"Well, he's always liked spending the summer with you."

"But this year he's barely been here at all!" Mel pointed out. "He's spent every afternoon with the Flints—with Emily. They go to the muggle town and come back at dusk, beats me what they can do there that could be considered fun for teenagers—"

"Oh, Mel," her mother rolled her eyes with a knowing smirk. "You and Harry would walk around Privet Drive doing absolutely nothing most days, and you still had loads of fun."

She smiled at the memories of her youth, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading on her chest. "So this means our Reggie has a girlfriend now?"

"I don't think Emily would date him without having her father's approval first," her mother grinned. "And we would've heard something from Erick by now if she'd asked. He would've come to you vibrating with the need to share the news."

Mel laughed, shaking her head a little. "Well, at least it's the one boy that Erick has known since baby. That ought to ease his mind."

"Might not be as lucky with the rest of his children," Emily smirked. "He could have a Mel in his home."

The woman scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Just, you know... how every time you dated I would always find out through other people or months after it had started—"

"Well, maybe if someone hadn't bet on my love life, perhaps I would've kept them in the loop."

"Mum?" Reg's voice came from the hallway.

Mel and Emily both stopped and turned to him. Emily Flint pushed the older boy forward, and he stepped closer to them, holding his Hogwarts letter.

"Hi, boy," His mother smiled. "Everything okay?"

He handed her the piece of paper. "I'm Headboy."

"What!" Mel seized the letter and read it hastily. Beside her, their mother gasped and covered her mouth with both hands in shock. "Reggie!"

Mel pulled her brother in for a hug, her mother soon joining in. Leon laughed, face flushed, and held onto them, he was shaking.

"I didn't know you were aiming for that!" His mother exclaimed. "I mean, when you got the Prefect badge you looked annoyed—"

"He wasn't annoyed, he was stressed," Emily Flint clarified. "Layla's a troublemaker, and she was counting on him getting the badge."

"Ah, your father went through the same with us," Mel grinned guiltily. "I personally, didn't make his job any easier."

"Yes, he has a lot of stories," the girl giggled. "Anyway, if you are okay with it, I want to share my dinner celebration with Leon, I think he deserves it."

Regulus blushed and turned to his friend. "No, I already told you I don't want that!"

"I've been trying to convince him for a whole hour," Emily turned to the older women pouting. "Please talk to him?"

"It'll be fun, we can invite everyone! Harry..." Mel stopped, her husband wasn't around to celebrate with them. Emily—her mother—placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

"First things first, how about we all go to Diagon Alley and get your books? I didn't get to take Mel to buy stuff for her seventh year, so we'll all have fun with it."

"Why not?" Emily Flint asked innocently.

"Mel didn't go to Hogwarts a seventh time," the boy mentioned as shortly as possible. "Because of the war." Mel and Reg shared a look, the air in the room suddenly getting a little awkward.

Emily's face got so red Mel took pity on her. "I was so ahead in my lessons by the time I was sixteen, that going a seventh time wasn't needed, if I'm honest. The war saved me the hassle of wearing uniform for yet another year."

Emily smiled shyly. "True... though I like the uniforms."

"You look nice in them," Regulus offered, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the kitchen. "Come on, I'll walk you out, Emie."

When the teens left, Mel took a deep breath and turned to face her mother. "I'm losing it, Mum," she pouted.

Emily hugged her, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach Mel's shoulders. "Still no news from Harry?"

"No," Mel sniffed, quickly drying her tears as they parted. "I have a bad feeling about this one."

"Been a while since the last time, that's all..."

Mel pushed her hair back. "It will never get easier, will it?"

Her mother's eyes softened, seeing herself reflected on her daughter. "My sweet Mel... the war ended so long ago and you still face everything the way Dumbledore taught you." Emily cupped her face.

"Is that... bad?"

"It's the only way you Dumbledores function, I've come to realize," the woman sighed. "But if you're scared, just say it."

Mel lowered her head and closed her eyes tightly. "I'm scared."

Regulus's family tended to go big when celebrating his achievements, and somehow Rita Skeeter always made it sound way more classless and embarrassing than it actually was.

Most people had doubts when it came to the reporter, but that didn't stop his classmates from teasing him about his rich relatives' traditions. Emily and Elizabeth Flint were overly protective of him as well as Teddy Lupin and Vicky Weasley, which was nice but still just as embarrassing, considering they were all younger kids. In Regulus's eyes, it was like having an army of toddlers defending his honour.

He was complaining about all this to the only person he knew would understand how it felt to be judged by things that weren't even his responsibility: Mel.

"So what do you recommend?"

"You know what I recommend," the woman grinned. "You're bloody good at charms."

Regulus wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "But I don't want to jinx or hex other people, that is beneath me."

"Exclaimed the prince," Mel laughed a bit. "Are you sure you're a Gryffindor? I never knew of a lion who didn't like fighting. Even your professor, Neville had his fair amount of fights."

"Well, maybe I don't see the point of getting my cloaks dirty with losers's blood," he rolled his eyes.

"Ah," she smirked. "So you're a haughty one, like my dad and his uncle."

"Can you be serious for a moment and help? There is a reason why I'm not asking Mum for advice, I already know she would also choose violence."

Mel laughed good-naturedly and then sighed, a smile lingering on her expression. "I'm sorry, Leggie, most of your family is a bunch of hot-headed individuals. If you want a mellower response, call Uncle Moony."

"I thought I was talking to Mellow?" The young man smirked.

The woman laughed again. "You are, but I'm afraid that when it comes to my little brother's well-being I don't necessarily act wisely."

Regulus hummed. "So you're sticking to your first answer?"

Mel pondered, looking out the window of her drawing room. It was almost midnight, and Regulus had to go to bed soon. So did she, but lately she wasn't sleeping all that well either way.

"No..." she shook her head before glancing back at the two-way mirror she'd propped up on a pile of books. "If I were Uncle Lu... I'd tell you to pay them no mind. You have good friends willing to fight your battles—though they shouldn't—so I guess... indirect intimidation."

Regulus chortled and raised a brow, shaking his head. "You're useless."

"I think half the Ministry would disagree," Mel grinned. "But that is definitely the mellowest answer I can give you. You're Headboy now, and you have that Sultens thing about you that just screams danger when you get angry. And you have the cold-blooded Black mindset, so really, I think what's best for you is to have someone to talk to so you get all that frustration out. Someone like a Flint, maybe?"

At her knowing smile, Regulus made a face and adverted his eyes, mumbling his response. "I know what you're implying."

"Good, that was my intention."

"I won't date Emily Flint."

"Yet."

"Mellow!"

The woman opened her mouth to reply but then she heard a sudden commotion right outside her front door, like feet stumbling to a stop and then some groaning. Mel tensed and reached for her wand.

"I heard something," she said quickly. "I'll talk to you later, Reg, see you."

Mel placed the mirror face down on top of the pile of books and got to her feet, turning all the lights off with a swift hand movement the moment her front door squeaked open.

"Don't move!" She hissed, prepared to cast a hex on the person if they refused to cooperate. "Who are you?"

The person groaned again and leaned against the threshold, mumbled "Lumos!", and Harry's face looked up at her. "I'm your husband."

Mel gasped, turned the lights back on with a flick of her wand, hurried to the man's side, and lifted his face up to examine the wound on his face, messily bandaged.

"What happened?" She breathed, trying to stay quiet so the kids wouldn't wake.

"I was lousy," he winced, stepping into the house and closing the door behind him. "Don't worry, I'm not dying—just a cut."

"Harry!" Mel exclaimed in relief, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He smelled like smoke and coffee. "Where's Ron?"

"Alive, better than I look," he groaned again. "It's alright, Mel, honest. They barely got my face..."

Mel cradled his face and her gaze softened, a tentative smile coming through. "So another scar, huh?"

Harry sighed, returning the smile with irony. "Nothing new," his hand reached up and traced over the ones she had down her jaw and neck. "I missed you."

The witch hummed, brushing his hair back and helping him take off the cloak. "You look tired, I'll run you a bath."

"It's midnight—"

"I've been going to bed at two in the morning anyway," she brushed it aside. "It's nothing..." Mel grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs, lowering her voice even more as she continued with a playful expression. "I'll join you if you want."

Harry's whole face lit up at the offer, his smile turning genuine and slightly crooked. "How could I refuse?"

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Honestly I love deranged women -Danny Words: 2,089 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Keeping Your Head Up' -by Birdy

XLV: We Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Through

It must be sturdy down here because Hazel isn't insisting on going in first before Ara. Unless she's so pissed that she's hoping Ara will die on accident. This wouldn't be the first time in Ara's life that a child of the Underworld prays for her downfall.

The girl walks forward while Leo tries to cheer Hazel up. Ara has a goal and a plan, and that keeps her mind clear, so she's okay... as okay as she can be after hearing her dead sister talking to her. A squeak makes her stop making the two kids behind her collide against her. Gale the gassy polecat is glaring at them from the ground. 

"Not the farting weasel again," Leo groans. "If that thing lets loose in close quarters like this, with my fire and all, we're gonna explode."

The polecat goes off on Leo in a series of irritated screeches and Hazel hushes it. "Be ready," she tells them. "We're getting close." 

"Close to what?" Leo questions.

"Close to me." Answers a fourth voice."Welcome. I've looked forward to this."

The decoration in this new room is screaming: YOU'RE DYING TODAY! But Ara's attention isn't on that. Right in the middle of the chamber, is a set of elevator doors that remind her of the ones leading to Olympus.

"That's it," Ara breathes.

"Yup," Leo sounds less enthusiastic about it. "Those are doors, all right."

Ara spots the chains on each side and her hand reaches for Almighty, but she doesn't move. It can't be this easy.

"Where are you?" Hazel asks tensely.

"Don't you see us? I thought Hecate chose you for your skill."

A dark cloud forms and vanishes just as quickly leaving a tall giant in its place. He's not too different from his brethren, except that he's all black and made of smoke. He's weaponless, which concerns Ara.

Leo whistles under his breath. "You know, Clytius... for such a big dude, you've got a beautiful voice."

"Idiot." 

A woman shows up next to the giant: Full Greek attire, a high updo that reminds Ara of that movie Silena used to love—Pride and Prejudice, the one with Keira Knightley—and a necklace with a miniature maze. 

"Oh!" Ara lets out in understanding. "You're the minotaur's momma!"

"Arae Jackson," the lady sneers. "I have a name."

"Pasiphaë," Hazel replies.

"My dear Hazel Levesque," the woman nods politely.

"You two know each other?" Leo asks. "Like Underworld chums, or—"

"Silence, fool. I have no use for demigod boys—always so full of themselves, so brash and destructive."

"Hey, lady, I don't destroy things much. I'm a son of Hephaestus."

"A tinkerer," Pasiphaë scoffs. "Even worse. I knew Daedalus. His inventions brought me nothing but trouble."

"Daedalus... like, the Daedalus? Well, then, you should know all about us tinkerers. We're more into fixing, building, occasionally sticking wads of oilcloth in the mouths of rude ladies—"

"Leo." Hazel interrupts him. "Let me take this, okay?"

"Listen to your friend—Be a good boy and let the women talk."

Ara's eyes go past the giant and to the doors behind him. She tries to figure out how to run past him, but if he doesn't move, she can't tell how to one-up him. "Easy, child of Olympus," the woman speaks like soothing an energetic puppy. "We'll get to that in a moment."

"Your—your friend doesn't say much," Hazel points out. 

"Pray he stays silent, my dear. Gaea has given me the pleasure of dealing with you; but Clytius is my, ah, insurance. Just between you and me, as sister sorceresses, I think he's also here to keep my powers in check, in case I forget my new mistress's orders. Gaea is careful that way."

"Whatever you're planning," Hazel continues, "it won't work. We've cut through every monster Gaea's put in our path. If you're smart, you'll get out of our way."

"You don't look like much," the woman continues unbothered. "But then you demigods never do. My husband, Minos, king of Crete? He was a son of Zeus. You would never have known it by looking at him. He was almost as scrawny as that one." 

"Wow," Leo grumbles. "Minos must've done something really horrible to deserve you."

"Oh... you have no idea," Pasiphaë's eyes flare up. "He was too proud to make the proper sacrifices to Poseidon, so the gods punished me for his arrogance."

"The Minotaur," Hazel brings up Ara's only memory of the myth.

"Yes. My disgrace was unbearable. After my son was born and locked in the Labyrinth, Minos refused to have anything to do with me. He said I had ruined his reputation! And do you know what happened to Minos, Hazel Levesque? For his crimes and his pride? He was rewarded. He was made a judge of the dead in the Underworld, as if he had any right to judge others! Hades gave him that position. Your father."

"Pluto, actually."

"I knew Minos," Ara declares. "Big-time loser."

"Irrelevant," the woman scowls. "I hate demigods as much as I hate the gods. Any of your brethren who survive the war, Gaea has promised to me, so that I may watch them die slowly in my new domain. I only wish I had more time to torture you properly. Alas—"

The Doors of Death light up a sign letting them know someone is coming. Ara's heart nearly jumps out of her chest.

"There, you see?" Pasiphaë sighs. "The Doors are in use. Twelve minutes, and they will open."

"More giants?" Hazel's voice trembles.

"Thankfully, no. They are all accounted for—back in the mortal world and in place for the final assault... No, I would imagine the Doors are being used by someone else... someone unauthorized."

"Percy and Annabeth," Leo states.

Ara draws out Almighty. "I'm sorry, but there is little you can do to keep me from making sure they get out alive."

"Oh, not to worry." Pasiphaë shrugs. "Clytius will handle them. You see, when the chime sounds again, someone on our side needs to push the UP button or the Doors will fail to open and whoever is inside—poof. Gone. Or perhaps Clytius will let them out and deal with them in person. That depends on you."

"How exactly does it depend on us?" Hazel asks.

"Well, obviously, we need only one set of demigods alive. The lucky two will be taken to Athens and sacrificed to Gaea at the Feast of Hope."

"Obviously," Leo makes a face.

"So will it be one of you two and that annoying boy, or your friends in the elevator? Let's see who is still alive in twelve... actually, eleven minutes, now."

Ara runs into battle only to be swallowed up by darkness. Just like in her dreams, she gets spit out in the middle of a different scenery, with Hazel and Leo on each side of her.

"What the heck? Where are we?" Leo looks around in confusion.

"This is an illusion," Ara turns to Hazel with urgency. "Get us out of it."

Hazel scowls. "I'm trying."

Leo lightly hits a wall with his fist. "Pretty solid illusion."

"Annoyingly realistic," Ara agrees. "But it's beatable. It has to be."

"Got it," Hazel replies grumpily. "Would be more useful if you could just shoot around until you hit Pasiphaë?"

The woman laughs, and the illusion becomes stronger. "Oh..." Ara backtracks until she's right up against the wall. "No no no..." Her eyes widen. "Not this place again..."

"What? What is it?" Leo gets closer. "What's wrong?"

"The Labyrinth," Hazel says with a stringy voice. "She's remaking the Labyrinth."

It's the only thing in the world that makes Ara's skin crawl this way, and now she's back in it.

"What now?" Leo asks anxiously. "I thought the Labyrinth collapsed during that battle at Camp Half-Blood—like, it was connected to Daedalus's life force or something, and then he died."

"Ah, but I am still alive," the sorcesses replies bemusedly. "You credit Daedalus with all the maze's secrets? I breathed magical life into his Labyrinth. Daedalus was nothing compared to me—the immortal sorceress, daughter of Helios, sister of Circe! Now the Labyrinth will be my domain."

"This place was indecipherable," Ara's knees buckle. "I can't beat it!"

"It's an illusion," Hazel reminds her. "We just have to break through it."

"Too late, too late," Pasiphaë taunts them. "The maze is already awake. It will spread under the skin of the earth once more while your mortal world is leveled. You demigods... you heroes... will wander its corridors, dying slowly of thirst and fear and misery. Or perhaps, if I am feeling merciful, you will die quickly, in great pain!"

Ara remembers what it did to Chris and Clarisse, and how it got Lee Fletcher killed. She wants no more suffering, her people have seen enough of that. "You petty psycho!" The girl hisses. "You're gonna sit there in your centuries-old mummified ass and antagonize a trio of TEENAGERS? You can stick your loathing up your crinkled butt!"

Ara turns to Hazel with vengeful, wild eyes. She's been cornered and hates when others make her feel small. Nemesis told her she'd be a massive pain in the ass for others one day, Pasiphaë's about to find out.

She holds Hazel's face and uses charmspeak. "Hazel, this is your labyrinth. Build us a way out." Hazel raises a hand, opening a hallway before them. The girl runs tugging them forward. "Give her what she wants!" Ara encourages her.

The floor opens and Hazel jumps in, pulling Ara and Leo along. Both scream as they fall, but they land much faster than expected, and it doesn't hurt. The walls around them flicker and Ara spots Pasiphaë.

"You'll rot in your hatred!" She grabs her flintlock and shoots. "Hazel's so much better than you! "

"Eight minutes now!" Pasiphaë speaks over her, the walls building back up. "I'd love to see you survive, truly. That would prove you worthy sacrifices to Gaea in Athens. But then, of course, we wouldn't need your friends in the elevator."

Ara whispers directions to Hazel every time the walls flicker so the younger girl can build a path. Hazel does make a show out of it imagining traps, poisonous gas, and debris that collapses around them, which delights Pasiphaë so much she puts less effort into the illusion.

"Seven minutes now—If only we had more time! So many indignities I'd like you to suffer."

Ara still feels like a scared ten-year-old, she still thinks of herself as the short, vain girl she was seven months ago when she met Leo. It may feel like she has nothing to offer, but she does.

"I'll show you indignity," Ara turns Almighty into a bow. She uses her charmspeak again. "Show yourself, Pasiphaë!"

Ara's voice comes out stronger than the woman's defenses, so distracted that her mind can't reject the orders. The walls flicker away and Hazel sees Pasiphaë, and when the woman lifts the illusion again, it's too late.

Hazel creates a ramp and pushes them forward to throw them into a large pit. This time, the fall doesn't last at all and the trio drops right on top of Pasiphaë. "Ack!" The witch squeals under them and tries to crawl out.

Ara tackles her again and presses her knee on Pasiphaë's chest, then raises her bow and tenses an arrow on it aiming at the woman's head. 

"Three minutes," she speaks, her gaze cold and calculating. "Any last words?"

"You miserable wretches!" The sorceress cries.

"Leo, tie her hands."

"Gladly." The boy gets to work while Ara still aims at the woman.

"You must really hate demigods," Hazel smiles mockingly. "We always get the best of you, don't we, Pasiphaë?"

"Nonsense! I will tear you apart! I will—"

"We're always pulling the rug out from under your feet," Ara doesn't know why Hazel's taunting Pasiphaë when she's already subdued, but she won't complain. "Your husband betrayed you. Theseus killed the Minotaur and stole your daughter Ariadne. Now three second-rate failures have turned your own maze against you. But you knew it would come to this, didn't you? You always fall in the end."

"I am immortal!" She wriggles against the ropes. "You cannot stand against me!"

"You can't stand at all," Hazel grins.

"You're dying," Ara's gaze darkens as she tenses the bow again.

"Are you killing her?" Hazel asks with genuine curiosity.

She freezes, then lowers the bow. Hercules's words come back to her: all children of Olympus are killers. Ara eyes the witch with apathy, turning away from her. "I'm better than that."

"Okay," Hazel points at the floor where the woman is kneeling. "Bye!"

The ground swallows her. Leo stares at the girls with his mouth wide open. "You make a spooky team!"

The elevator doors ding again, Ara glows silver and shoots the arrow at the button to let her friends out. Smoke comes out of it like it's been severely overused, and Percy and Annabeth spill out onto the hard floor.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Sometimes you just need to suffer an hallucination to get your shit together -Danny Words: 1,949 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Pray' -by Sam Smith

XLIV: Stupid Decisions Require Stupider Consequences

Ara concludes that she hates not only the cold but also the intense heat. The feeling of her clothes sticking to her body, and how every time she breathes it feels like she's inhaling steam.

"What was that with Hedge?" Ara nudges Frank's arm, the boy hasn't let their protector come along.

Frank makes a face. "You know his girlfriend?"

"Mellie?" Ara raises a brow. "Gods, yeah. Did something happen to her?"

"She's pregnant."

"No way!"

"Yeah," He sighs. "Ara, isn't it cruel to keep him around? It was bad enough before, but now..."

"Poor Hedge," the girl cleans the sweat off her brow. "He looked after me when I didn't have anything, I should return the favor."

Frank smiles. "He talks about you like a coach would talk about the students that grew up to be professional athletes."

Ara chuckles. "He's proud of me for all the wrong reasons."

The boy laughs tiredly, the heat is getting to him too. "I wouldn't be so sure..."

Nico stops and turns to the group. "From here, it gets tough."

"Sweet," Leo is sweaty, but he sounds okay. His time in Ogygia seems to have bettered his condition. "'Cause so far I've totally been pulling my punches."

"We'll see how long you keep your sense of humor," Nico scowls. "Remember, this is where pilgrims came to commune with dead ancestors. Underground, you may see things that are hard to look at, or hear voices trying to lead you astray in the tunnels. Frank, do you have the barley cakes?"

Ara's ancestors... does she have any? When she thinks about ancestry, she pictures her past lives. She doesn't know a thing about her current mortal lineage, and she's never talked to her dead loved ones, not even on accident.

That's why she always thought she was too unimportant for her death to matter—she isn't ending a bloodline that's lasted for centuries, it's just her. Nemesis's words are accurate, she doesn't see value in what she represents. 

Her sacrifices hold no weight in the eyes of immortals. For that to happen, Ara should hold onto something within her and love it like it means the world, but the people she loved and died faded away, to think there is something inside her worth safekeeping makes no sense to her.

"I've got the cakes," Hazel steps forward.

"Eat up," Nico tells the group.

Ara recoils with displeasure and gawks, scrunching up her nose. "Tastes like satyr medicine!"

"Don't remind me," Nico groans, forcing the last bit of cake down his throat. "That... should protect us from the poison."

"Poison?" Leo coughs out. "Did I miss the poison? 'Cause I love poison."

"Soon enough," Nico brushes off his teasing. "Just stick close together, and maybe we can avoid getting lost or going insane."

Leo grabs Ara's hand. "Another fun date, huh?"

They make their way in, her hand is so sweaty she feels the need to pull away, but Leo's grip stays firm as he looks around waiting for monsters to pop out from every corner.

"This wasn't part of a temple," Hazel informs them. "This was... the basement for a manor house, built in later Greek times."

"A manor house?" Frank questions. "Please don't tell me we're in the wrong place."

"The House of Hades is below us," Nico shakes his head. "But Hazel's right, these upper levels are much newer. When the archaeologists first excavated this site, they thought they'd found the Necromanteion. Then they realized the ruins were too recent, so they decided it was the wrong spot. They were right the first time. They just didn't dig deep enough."

They find a wall ahead stopping them from going forward. 

"A cave-in?" Jason wonders out loud.

"A test," Nico clarifies. "Hazel, would you do the honors?"

The girl touches the surface and it crumbles before them. Ara holds Leo's hand tighter and takes cover behind her cloak, getting dirt all over it. Before them lies a large, almost infinite set of stairs, the walls are decorated with images of cattle.

"I really don't like cows," Piper groans.

"Agreed," Frank replies.

"That's you, Neeks," Ara points at one cow with legs too long for its body.

"Those are the cattle of Hades," Nico scolds her. "It's a symbol of—" 

"Look," Frank interrupts, pointing at a cup set on the first step.

"Hooray, I suppose that's our poison," Leo points out plainly.

"We're standing at the ancient entrance of the Necromanteion," Nico picks it up. "Odysseus came here, and dozens of other heroes, seeking advice from the dead."

"Did the dead advise them to leave immediately?" Leo presses.

"I would be fine with that," Piper agrees.

Nico glances at them annoyed and then at her as if saying See what your jokes cause? Then he offers the chalice to Jason. "You asked me about trust, and taking a risk? Well, here you go, son of Jupiter. How much do you trust me?"

Jason almost snatches the cup out of his hands. He drinks, then passes it to the next person. 

"So dramatic," Ara grabs the cup and drinks from it, again making disgruntled noises. "Yuck!"

"Yeah, so dramatic," Nico glances at the group and nods briefly. "Congratulations. Assuming the poison doesn't kill us, we should be able to find our way through the Necromanteion's first level."

"Just the first level?" Piper asks with dread.

Nico opts to ignore all the witty comments starting now. He looks at Hazel. "After you, sister."

From this point on, the dead are stronger than the living.

That's what Hazel says the moment they enter the second level. Ara doesn't like the sound of that. Personally, her ghost sheet is packed, and if she runs into any of her dead friends, things will go downhill fast, and they'll get ugly.

In her life, the dead have always been stronger than the living. Her deadbeat father is the reason she considered herself hard to love for most of her childhood, her deceased friends constantly remind her she's useless. And now everyone will get to watch and hear her trauma in real time.

"Where are the monsters?" Frank asks. "I thought Gaea had an army guarding the Doors."

"Don't know. At this point I'd almost prefer a straight-up fight," Jason mumbles.

"Careful what you wish for, man," Leo summons fire on his free hand, and Ara feels comforted by it. "Personally, I'm hoping nobody's home. We walk in, find Percy and Annabeth, destroy the Doors of Death, and walk out. Maybe stop at the gift shop."

"Yeah," Frank huffs. "That'll happen."

"If they don't have a guide," Ara comments, "they're probably roaming this place, lost and waiting to hear us so they know where the food is."

The ground shakes as if agreeing with her comment. Everyone looks at her with a scowl to which she responds with a grimace, deciding to keep her thoughts to herself.

"That was close," Hazel sighs. "These passageways won't take much more."

"The Doors of Death just opened again," Nico announces.

"It's happening like every fifteen minutes," Piper points out.

"Every twelve," Nico frowns. "We'd better hurry. Percy and Annabeth are close. They're in danger. I can sense it."

His words motivate Ara to pick up her pace. As the rooms get taller and wider, she feels a presence watching her, their gaze so heavy on the back of her neck that it starts to hurt.

"Offerings?" Piper asks as they walk past some coins on the floor.

"Yes," Nico nods. "If you wanted your ancestors to appear, you had to make an offering."

"Let's not make an offering," Jason moves away.

"The tunnel from here is unstable," Hazel points out. "The floor might... well, just follow me. Step exactly where I step."

Leo drops her hand, and immediately Ara feels less nervous. She's been absorbing most of his anxiety without noticing. They walk in line for a while until the group suddenly stops.

"Frank?" Jason asks quietly. "Hazel, hold up a second. Frank, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," his voice shakes. "I just—"

"Ara."

The girl looks around wide-eyed, the darkness seemingly getting worse as she does. "What?"

Leo looks at her over his shoulder. "You said something?"

"Remember your tapestry."

Ara speaks with a choked voice. "Silena."

"Frank, Ara, don't move," Hazel warns them. But both teenagers are busy holding conversations with the air.

"Lead where?" Frank speaks.

"Lena, is it you?" Ara frowns. "What about the tapestry?"

"Uh, guys?" Leo's flames grow in size. "Could you not freak out on us? Please and thank you."

Frank and Ara lock eyes and they understand. Their ghosts have found them. 

"It's my sister," Ara's hands are shaking. "She's trying to tell me something..."

"We're okay," Frank gulps. "Just... voices."

Nico speaks up. "I did warn you. It'll only get worse. We should—"

"Wait here, everybody," Hazel disappears for a few seconds, then returns looking pale. "Scary room ahead—Don't panic."

"Those two things don't go together," Leo groans.

As they enter the bone cathedral, the voices get a little too loud for Ara's liking, but she suspects they're this way now because she's looking for her dead friends in the noise. To think her friends have watched her fail time after time, wasting all their sacrifices... it's not a pleasant notion.

"Touch nothing," Hazel warns them.

"Wasn't planning on it," Leo goes back to Ara's side. 

"Which way now?" Jason asks.

"This should be the room where the priests invoked the most powerful spirits. One of these passages leads deeper into the temple, to the third level and the altar of Hades himself. But which—?"

"That one." Frank points.

"Why that one?" Hazel asks.

"You don't see the ghost?"

"Ghost?" Nico raises a brow.

"I see it," Ara mumbles, giving a step forward. 

Leo pulls her back quickly. "Okay, let's take a moment to make sure Frank and Ara aren't having some kind of shared hallucination—"

"We need to get to that exit," Frank says urgently. "Now!"

Hazel pushes him back with all her strength. "Wait, Frank! This floor is not stable, and underneath... well, I'm not sure what's underneath. I need to scout a safe path."

"Hurry, then," Frank brings out his bow.

As soon as they huddle closer together, they hear the voices of a monstrous army approaching quickly. "Hazel, don't stop!" Nico reaches for the scepter of Diocletian.

Ara opts for her flintlock and starts shooting as soon as the Earthborn shows up at the end of the passageway. Leo stays near her, protecting her by tossing fire at the monsters. 

The floor cracks under them, and Ara retreats in panic colliding against Leo and Hazel.  Frank grabs the trio and drags them to another corridor. "Go, go, go!"

"The others!" Leo exclaims. A crack has divided the room they were previously in, one side full of monsters, the other with their friends, and a considerable amount of cyclops and hellhounds. 

"We have to help them!" Hazel says desperately.

"Your tapestry," Silena repeats in her mind once more, this time more urgently.

Arachne's tapestry showed her exactly as she looks now. Ara locks eyes with Frank, seeing the determination in his as they fall to similar conclusions. 

"Protect my army, Frank Zhang," she says.

"Nico!" Frank shouts. "The scepter!" Nico summons the ghostly army and Frank nods at her. "You keep going."

"What?" Hazel tries to reach him. "No!"

"You have to find the Doors. Save Annabeth and Percy."

Ara grabs Hazel and Leo and drags them away from Frank. He rushes away, and just when Hazel's getting a bit hard to control, the wall crumbles. Ara lets go and Hazel falls to her knees, the girl hits the rocks trying to move them, but they're unbothered by her tantrum. Ara gives her a single minute to scream, then lifts her from the hard floor.

"Frank is one of my bravest soldiers," she absorbs Hazel's anguish while she speaks. "You'll see him again. Alive." The girl looks like such a little kid, that Ara feels guilty for forcing her to go on. "Don't waste his efforts."

For the first time, Ara prays to her departed friends asking them for strength, but most of all, forgiveness.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Gosh this book feels like it's going on forever I wanna move on to TOA so badly -Danny Words: 2,227 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Does It Matter?' -by Bestfriend

XLIII: Bombastic Sideye

"Are you sure you don't want me to call in a blessing?" Ara inquires while Jason secures the venti at the prow. "I could help you control them if I ask Zeus..."

"Go in," he tells her. "You fixed the ship, I can do this. If I fail, you can check out that last blessing."

"Alright," she pauses. "And uh... are you sure we'll find Leo in Malta?"

"No, but that's what I choose to believe," once seated on Festus's neck, Jason turns and gives her a warm smile. 

He seems different, his soul-light is dim but constant on his body like he's just happy all the time, which is a weird thought considering their current situation.

"Fine," Ara smiles, trying to believe it too. "Good luck, Ken."

The ship stops and Festus starts the engine. On each side of the ship the oars screech and groan in protest, making her wince.

"Leo's gonna kill me," she places a hand on the hallway wall. If she could use her empath touch she would, but unfortunately, the ship doesn't have human feelings.

"Leo's probably going crazy waiting for you to show up," Nico walks past her. "Piper says it's safe for us to go upstairs."

Ara follows him to the upper level and Jason gestures at her to get closer. The boy points at a little raft, with an engine Ara recognizes as the one Leo was building in Ogygia.

"He's here," she raises her voice. "Leo's here!" Everyone lets out exclamations of relief, Jason gets lots of pats on the back and cheek kisses.

They spot Leo outside a cafe. Piper wraps her arms around the boy and fusses over him. Hazel and Frank hug him, squeezing him between them until he can't breathe. Nico pats his back and Jason cracks it with a bearhug.

Ara scans Leo's clothing and feels a wave of nostalgia. He's dressed in an army jacket, a white shirt, and the pants he was wearing when they first met. Those clothes were destroyed during their winter quest, but now they're back.

The girl clears her throat. "You went missing..." her voice dies before she can finish the joke.

"For a whole year?" He guesses and grins. "You moved on and now you're dating a buff Greek guy instead?"

"I missed you so much," Ara speaks hoarsely. To get out of Ogygia, he must've done something Ara doesn't want to think about.

Leo glows like a Christmas light, and his only thought is: Gods, I'll never thank you enough for Arae. 

The boy minded his business when he landed on Calypso's island, determined to see Ara again. Calypso was kind enough to take food to him—only to complain about the noise, but still, she made sure he was okay. The look in her eyes was always so defensive, yet caring and concerned... it softened Leo's hasty decision to ignore her.

Before he knew it, he started talking to her, after all Calypso wanted to know what Ara had done to get two of the demigods that'd landed on her island so charmed, and Leo knew all about it. Calypso made him fire-proof clothes, and brought scraps and supplies for his journey. 

She would only ask for stories in return. Calypso told him they made her giddy, they reminded her of times when falling in love wasn't all about pain and finality. Something clicked in Leo's head. 

He thought of Narcissus and Echo, and how Ara insisted no cursed soul could help themselves unless they had outer help. Calypso was the answer.

Leo arrived on a raft, the same type of raft Percy arrived in when it was his turn. The raft only shows up when...

"Go talk to him," Piper tells her.

"What?"

"When Frank read the brochure about Calypso's home, I saw it on your face. You know where he's been."

Ara can't shrug off the heaviness in her. She stares at the lamp on Piper's nightstand and ponders. She's been hiding in her sister's room for a full hour because she's unsure of how to proceed. 

"It's whatever," the girl shrugs it off and tries to change the subject. "Hazel and Nico just told us that the doors—"

Piper cuts her off. "You're feeling things you don't want to feel, I get it, but this is not the way to handle it and you know it."

Ara pushes her hair back in frustration. Once upon a time, she took pride in having the softest, most well-behaved hair ever. Those days are gone. "He's busy fixing what I broke."

"Leo's good at multitasking," her sister presses. "Come on, don't be a coward."

Piper kicks her off the bed and Ara slips pathetically to the ground, throwing her head back and whining. "Why are you so mean to me?"

The girl laughs and nudges her shoulder. "Go!"

Ara drags herself out of the girl's room, preparing herself for another conversation she has no interest in having this early in life. 

Leo is repairing the oars individually from inside the hull, his army jacket tied around his waist, but his clothes aren't stained, they don't even look sweaty.

"Need help?" She asks out loud.

Leo's head whips rather quickly at the sound of her voice. "I'm impressed, doll—you did a pro job, you just need to think more like a mechanic. You still struggle with following the rules step by step, huh?"

Ara walks up to him and touches the fabric of his sleeve, examining the material. "We need to talk."

Leo looks at her intently, placing the screwdriver back in his tool belt and holding her chin so she looks at him. "You got tanned. Gee, I can't take my eyes off you for just one second before you start shifting into something else..."

Whatever happened in Ogygia changed him too. He grew an inch or two, though nowhere near enough to be as tall as her. His hands have scratches and callouses that weren't there before, and he takes his time with things now. His hyper energy isn't gone, but he's controlling it better.

"I need to know what happened on that island," she has trouble meeting his eyes. "But I... I can't bring myself to ask what I want to ask."

"Then don't ask yet," Leo looks up at her almost pleadingly. "Focus on rescuing Percy and Annabeth."

"It doesn't mean I'll forget, we'll be pushing back something inevitable," Ara frowns.

"I'm not trying to make you forget," Leo pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, he's always touching her hair when he's anxious. "Right now I'm fixing the ship—then you're killing a giant, we've got a lot going on and I think we should focus on being there for each other."

Her face sets and she nods. "I'm killing a giant. I'm bringing my brother and Annabeth back."

"Atta girl," he lightly squeezes her hip. "I couldn't live without you, doll."

Something about how he says that rubs her the wrong way, apart from it coming a bit out of nowhere, but Ara decides to move past it. "Okay."

He pecks her lips, having to stand a bit on his tiptoes to do so. "Get out, your face is distracting me."

Nico reads the list they wrote together to verify she isn't forgetting things. They're sat on the deck's floor, and the crew moves around them going from one place to another also getting ready.

"Piper, stop!" Ara catches the girl practicing with her new sword. "You'll get tired before we even reach the ruins!"

"Why aren't you bringing the cloak?" Nico asks when she zips the Octopi.

"It'd be like putting a target on my back," Ara raises a brow. "I don't want to be possessed by an Eidolon."

"Take the cloak." Nico presses.

"Why?"

"It's good luck."

Ara frowns. "Says who?"

He gets up and helps her do the same. "In the House of Hades, you'll be in my territory. You should listen to me."

Ara gives him a sideways glance before walking towards the helm. "How's it looking, Admiral?"

"Hot and steamy!" Leo winks at her. "Makes me homesick for Houston! What do you say, Hazel? All we need now are some giant mosquitoes, and it'll feel just like the Gulf Coast!"

"Thanks a lot, Leo," Hazel grumbles. "We'll probably get attacked by Ancient Greek mosquito monsters now."

"There!" Nico points forward. "Maneuver us that way. We're close to the temple. Very close."

"You got it, Ghost King!" Leo quips.

Nico glares at him. "Don't make me hate you, Valdez."

"So you love me right now?" Leo smirks.

Dark lightning snaps above their heads, making Ara's skin crawl. She flinches and touches her left shoulder, the memory of her old injury putting her on edge. She survived that thanks to Artemis's blessing, this time she might not be that lucky.

"Everyone, arm yourself," Jason orders. "Leo, get us close, but don't land—no more contact with the ground than necessary. Piper, Hazel, get the mooring ropes."

"On it!" Piper replies, moving quickly.

"Frank, get below and find Coach Hedge." 

"Yep!"

Ara sighs, fixing her armor. "Gods, I hope we all survive this."

"C'mon, sunshine, where is your fake-it-till-you-make-it energy? We got this in the bag!" Leo tries to cheer her up.

"We only have estimates and guesses, and then once we get Percy and Annabeth—if we get them—there is a giant waiting to crush us with his darkness or whatever the Hades he does," Ara raises a brow.

"General, I say this with the utmost respect," Leo places a hand on her shoulder. "You either chill or zip it."

Ara makes a face but tries to comply. "...At least if I die today the curse gets canceled?"

"Pretty messed up but I'll take it!" Leo says enthusiastically. He's trying to compensate for the bad vibes looming over him. "Talking about curses—Zhang, get Hazel and come here a moment!"

"Okay, here's the plan."

Hazel frowns. "I hate your plans. Besides, Nico and Ara made one already."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Leo stretches out his palm. "I need that piece of magic firewood—Snappy!"

Frank and Hazel step back in alarm. "Leo, you can't—"

"I found a solution," he insists. "It's your call, big guy, but I can protect you."

Frank takes a moment, but he gives in. "Go ahead, Hazel."

"Why am I here?" Ara asks.

Leo hushes her. "In a moment, hun." 

Hazel searches in her pocket and carefully hands Leo the piece of firewood. The boy rummages through the pockets of his tool belt and pulls out a white piece of fabric very similar to his shirt. 

"Behold!"

"A handkerchief?" Frank guesses.

"A surrender flag?" Hazel suggests.

"No, unbelievers! This is a pouch woven from seriously cool fabric—a gift from a friend of mine."

Ara watches as Leo places the wood inside and closes it. She wonders if he asked Calypso to make his magical outfit look like his old clothes, as a reminder of simpler times. Ara doesn't see those times as more manageable, for her, they were lonely and confusing.

"The drawstring was my idea," Leo explains happily. "It took some work, lacing that into the fabric, but the pouch won't open unless you want it to. The fabric breathes just like regular cloth, so the firewood isn't any more sealed up than it would be in Hazel's coat pocket."

"Uh..." Hazel tilts her head. "How is that an improvement, then?"

"Hold this so I don't give you a heart attack." Leo tosses the pouch carelessly to Frank and then ignites his hand, pressing it to the sleeve of his jacket. "See? It doesn't burn!"

"Uh... you're immune to flames."

"He means the fabric," Ara points out. "I've seen him burn through pants for months..." She blushes. "I mean he needs to concentrate to not burn through the fabric. That pouch is magical like your clothes?"

"How are you so smart and hot?" Leo teases her with a crooked grin.

Hazel saves Ara from stammering out a reply. "How can you be sure?"

"Sheesh, tough audience. Guess there's only one way to persuade you." Leo reaches out so Frank hands him the pouch again.

"Uh, no, no." Frank steps back. "That's okay, Leo. Thanks, but I—I can't —"

"Man, you gotta trust me," he persists, looking sure of himself.

"Okay..." Frank takes a slow breath and hands him the pouch. "Try not to kill me." 

Leo's hand gets wrapped in flames, but nothing happens to the stuff he's holding. He keeps it going for about fifteen seconds, then looks up at Frank with a sheepish smile. "Who's your best buddy?"

"Don't answer that," Hazel intervenes again. "But, Leo, that was amazing."

"It was, wasn't it?" He nods, placing his free hand on Ara's waist. "So who wants to take this newly ultra-safe piece of firewood?"

"I'll keep it," Frank says. Hazel looks hurt, but he continues. "Hazel, it's not about you. I can't explain, but I—I have a feeling I'm going to need to step up when we're in the House of Hades. I need to carry my own burden."

"I understand. I just..." she pouts. "I worry."

Leo hands him the pouch and Frank ties it on a loop of his jeans. "Thanks, Leo."

"What are genius friends for?" He smirks. "But this is partly for a selfish reason. You guys know about my curse—and Hazel offered to help Ara, so we're taking you up on that offer, Levesque."

Ara looks at him with concern. "We are?"

He shrugs casually. "I like us as Firecracker and Birdy, I don't want this lifetime to end anytime soon."

Frank pats his shoulder encouragingly. "We'll help, guys, don't worry."

"Oh, I worry alright..." Ara frowns and holds Leo's head against her chest, kissing the top of it and making him blush. "But I won't go through another cursed life either."

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LMFAOOO!! Being broke is so real 💀 but i’m manifesting that im going on that trip after i graduate.

Lord knows I need it 😭

I hope you guys have fun on your trip!!

We'll be manifesting for you too!!

And well, if you're back here to check our writings, I hope you enjoy them—if not, it's still good to have you back from time to time to catch up 😌

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LMFAOOO!!

I relate honestly 😭😭! I haven’t been up to anything much but once I graduate, im going on vacation with my girls! I need too!!

Me and Val both on drugs, as we should 🤪

(just kidding they were prescribe to me as well 😭💀)

And CONGRATS ON BECOMING A GODMOTHER AND AUNTY!!!! 🥰

I love babies so much!! I can’t wait till my friends make me an aunty!! One of my goals is to be the rich mysterious yet funny aunty! 🤣🥰

Ohhh SO cool! Val and I didn't get to travel bc we're tragically broke but we're planning to visit some places next year!

Jdjdjsjs honestly I wanna be that aunt so bad but being real I'm the fun uncle 🤡 the kids love me BC I'm clearly unwell

-Danny

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LOL!!

I knowwwww!

I’ve been good! At uni doing my studies, living life!!

How about you?

We graduated two years ago, and so far our 20's are us crawling through them😭ngl sometimes I genuinely feel like I'm going insane but!!! I've got a nephew now and he's my godchild??? CRAZY

Also still writing BC what else am I supposed to do to feel something 😩👌🏼

-Danny

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AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

HEYY YALLL!!! HOW YA DOING?!?!! ITS BEEN A MIN, MY BAD!!

HOPE ALL IS WELL WITH YOU BOTH AND LIFE HAS BEEN AMAZING FOR YOU!!!

🤧💗✨

NO WAAAAY

HI!!!! WOW

What's new? Omg we haven't seen you in ages 🤧❤️

-Danny

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I AM BACKKKK!!!!!! 😌😌

I got very sick for a few months but now im better and apparently i have a lot of chapters to read.

Anyway happy to be back 😁

NICE!

You okay now? Share the tea bestie what was it? 👀

-Danny

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My sisters in christ I am begging you for a Luffy smut where everyone thinks he's got no clue of how sex works cause he's Luffy and he doesn't mind the teasing UNTIL he hears the reader thinks the joke is actually true and he decides to show her he's not so innocent 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I didn't know I'm so good at this until now...-Val

I'll Show you (Monkey D. Luffy x fem!reader)

Warnings: SMUT... just-... your welcome!

Words: 2,181

After another successful battle, as always, the straw hats wanted to have a big party to celebrate. Unfortunately, the Marines appeared to ruin the moment. So, they had to run back to the Sunny before it was too late. But not even that could take away the festivity out of the pirates.  

Sanji takes care of the food, Brooke and Franky the music, and Zoro the drinks. After a few hours (and many drinks), the conversation takes different turns as they keep digging. 

“I can’t believe you, Luffy,” Zoro says with incredulous laughter and shaking his head. 

“What? Why not?” Says Luffy with a frown. 

“Me neither,” says Usopp. “How come you were on an island with just women for two years and didn’t do something?” He scoffs. 

“Well, it’s the truth. Why would I lie? And what do you mean by ‘do something’?” Luffy’s confused by his friend’s question. 

“You see, Luffy,” says Sanji with a smile. “It’s quite hard to think that you left that wonderful paradise!” He chuckles with his flushed cheeks as he lights a cigarette. 

“Uh, I had to. I made a promise to you, guys,” he smiles.  

“But you didn’t have a girlfriend? Or you didn’t want to do… fun things with them?” Usopp chuckles. He doesn’t know how to talk to Luffy about this kind of thing. It always has been a mystery how his captain’s brain works. And he’s drunk too, so he can’t think straight. 

“Fun things?” Luffy thinks. “I mean, we played, and they showed me some defense techniques, I think that’s funny,” he shrugs. 

The three men laugh at his words. Sanji sighs leaning against the boat’s mast. “Oh, I would pay anything to be with the most beautiful woman in the world, Boa Hancock.” 

“Oh, she’s nice!” Luffy adds. 

“You bet,” Zoro chuckles sipping his sake. 

“I would never leave that island,” says Sanji. 

“You’d probably be dead by now, cook,” Zoro snorts. “How much blood would you lose by being there for five minutes?” 

“Shut it, Moosehead,” Sanji grunts. “It would be the best way to die.”  

“Why?” Luffy asks. He tries to understand but every time he speaks, his friends just laugh at him. So, he lets it go and eats more. 

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask arriving on deck with Robin and Nami with a drink in hand. 

Luffy looks at you with a big smile. “I don’t know, I got lost,” he informs as Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro talk now between them and in whispers. 

You shrug at them and sit on Luffy’s lap, getting comfortable and caressing his black hair. His hand travels to hold your waist and his head rests on your shoulder. 

“See!” Usopp points at Luffy and then laughs with the others. “Just look at him! He’s so oblivious. He has his girl on his lap and her tits are practically on his face and he doesn’t do anything. Do you think he did something in Amazon Lily?” 

“Uh?” Luffy’s confusion returns when he hears that. 

“Yeah, he has no clue,” says Zoro. “Even if Y/N asks him.” He chuckles. 

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes getting closer to your boyfriend.  

“C’mon, Y/N,” Usopp moves clumsily to stand before you two. “Tell me, Luffy. Did you even want to kiss Boa Hancock?” 

“Uh–no. She’s a friend, why would I want to kiss her?” 

“Good boy,” you kiss his cheek and smile proudly. 

Even though you weren’t together back then, you feel happy that Luffy didn’t fall for Hancock’s tricks.  

“God, you’re so lost,” says Nami. “Even I want to kiss her.” 

“They say that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” Robin informs them. “I would kiss her too,” she giggles. 

“One night stand,” Zoro informs with a firm nod.  

“Yeah,” Sanji scoffs “Like you could have a chance with someone as beautiful as her, Moosehead.” 

“Hey! If Luffy has her wanting to marry him, I think I have a better chance than you, shitty cook.” 

With that, they all start to discuss who would have a real chance with the woman.  Meanwhile, Luffy has been thinking about what his friends have been laughing about in his answers. He raises his head to look at you. “What do they really mean, Y/N?” 

“Uh–what Zoro said?” Luffy nods. “One-night stand is when you… uh, want to sleep with someone, but without a relationship or romantic feelings, and it’s just for one night,” you shrug.  

Luffy takes his time to think about that, mixed with his friend’s comments. Finally, his brain’s cells connect and understand. “Oh!” He exclaims making the others stop talking and look at him. “You’re talking about sex!” He laughs. 

“So oblivious,” says Nami shaking her head, and everybody bursts in laughter again.  

Luffy smiles proud of himself for now, understanding their conversation, but his smile stutters when he feels your body shake in laughter too. “Wait, why are you laughing?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You frown. “Oh! It’s okay, baby,” you kiss his forehead. “I know sometimes it’s hard for you to understand this… topic.” 

“Hah! Really hard, right, Y/N?” Zoro barks and laughs. You look at him with a deadly glare of warning. 

“What?” Luffy asks getting a little annoyed. 

“Shut up, Zoro!” You warn him. 

“I swear I’ve tried everything, but Luffy can’t take a hint!” says Zoro, making an awful sharp womanly voice that makes everyone laugh. 

“I’m gonna kill ya’!” You groan standing up from Luffy’s lap and attacking Zoro’s good eye. 

“Uh...” Luffy leans to Robin. “Are they still talking ‘bout sex?” 

 Robin giggles. “Yes, Captain.” 

** 

When you enter your shared room, you see a very serious Luffy sitting on the bed.  

“Luffy?” He raises his head, but his expression is the same. “Are you okay?” 

Luffy’s jaw is tense, and his hands are fisted at his sides. “No.”  

“What’s going on?” You sit next to him as you take off your shoes. 

“You want to have sex with me.” It’s not a question. 

“I-uh. I mean, y-yeah...” as Zoro revealed, you’ve tried with soft touches, lingerie, and hot make-out sessions, but there’s always something distracting him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His tone makes you more nervous than you expected. You’ve never seen him like this with you.  

“I-I try, but...” 

“No, you don’t,” he stands and turns to you with his arms crossed. “Are you scared or something?” 

“What? No! It’s not that!” 

“Do you think you won't like it?” 

You shake your head, standing up. “No, Luffy-” 

“’Cuz I know that you’ll like it,” he smirks at you. His voice’s deep and his eyes linger on your body making you shake. 

“I-uhm...” you sigh. “Luffy, it’s just that… You can be a little… oblivious about sex and I just thought...” 

Luffy chuckles. “Yeah, maybe. But I choose to be like that. I don’t care if the others think that,” he steps closer to you. “But you are more important,” he slowly grabs your waist and pulls you up to his body.  

You put your hands against his chest. “W-what do you mean?” 

“I’ll show you,” he whispers and then crashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. 

You moan when you feel his tongue enter your mouth, his hands go down to grab your ass and squeeze it, wrinkling the fabric of your dress. “Luffy!” You gasp, ending the kiss.  

“I gotcha’,” he giggles as he gets behind you to unzip your dress, leaving you in just underwear. 

He picks you up confidently and you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks with you to the bed and drops you carelessly making you complain. Luffy laughs as he removes his vest, shoes, and pants at great speed. 

He crawls up your thighs without taking his intense dark eyes off you. You tremble with anticipation. “Maybe everybody thinks I’m dumb, maybe I am,” he shrugs. “But I know you, Y/N...” he starts to kiss your skin. “And I know your reactions to my touch.” 

Luffy makes you open your legs, and he doesn’t wait before he’s kissing, licking, and biting the interior of your thighs. You sigh, feeling a shock from his lips. Luffy pulls away a little and smiles proudly, having left hickeys all over you. He grabs your thighs again to put them over his shoulders and have better access to your clothed pussy. 

“Luffy!” You squeak at his proximity. 

“My favorite part...” he says, ripping off your panties. 

You want to scold him, but your scream evolves and turns into a moan from your lips when his mouth attacks straight to your core. Your back falls against the mattress and you hold the sheets. 

You’re surprised at his enthusiasm to eat you whole and even feel a little embarrassed to hear the wet sound he’s making. “Luffy!” You moan. He drowns his moans in response and his grip on your legs tightens. 

It doesn’t take you long to recognize the sweet sensation of an orgasm, but you also feel overwhelmed because you’ve never cum so fast. “Luffy… wait!” You try to breathe. “Slow down a bit!” 

He decides not to listen and continues his work by running his tongue over your clit. That alone is enough to make you moan loudly, your body trembles and your legs want to come together crushing Luffy’s head. Your hand tangles in his hair tightly to pull him closer to you. “F-Fuck, Luffy!” You groan as you try to breathe after that intense high.  

Luffy keeps licking but now lowers his speed to just get slower laps until he’s satisfied. Then he crawls higher up to be close to your face, his smile no longer shows any innocence, but pride in his good job. 

“T-That was...” you sigh. 

“I know. I told you I’d show you,” he giggles. He slowly moves to be completely between your legs, and you gasp when you feel his boner. “I ain't finished, though.” 

He leans to softly kiss your lips and his hands travel all over your skin. “Soft...” he whispers. “So pretty.” 

Now it’s your turn to touch him, feeling his sweaty and strong muscles, then you lower your hand to his still-clothed cock, and Luffy moans. “Take ‘em off,” you order, and he nods.  

You touch again his hard member and move your hand up and down. “Y/N...” he calls you in a trembling voice. 

“Y-yeah?” You don’t stop. 

“Did I–Did I do well?” He sighs. “Did I eat you well? You liked it?” He thrusts at your hand. 

“Yes,” you moan. “I liked it very much, love.” 

“Was I a good boy?” He whines. 

You understand what he wants to hear. “Yes, such a good boy, Luffy,” you praise. “My good boy...” 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he kisses you. “So soft, so pretty,” he smiles, “and so fucking delicious, the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He laughs as he leans over and sucks on your nipple, firmly holding your breast. 

“Lu!” You scream, grabbing his dark locks again.  

He lets go of your nipple at holds the hand you’re using to caress him. “I-I want to be inside you, please... Can I?” He asks desperately.  

“Yeah, I need it too...” 

He smiles and moves, taking his member directly to your entrance eagerly.  

"Slow, Luffy..." You warn him. 

"I'm sorry," he laughs a bit. 

Both of you moan with his slow thrust, and Luffy buries his head on your neck when he's all the way in. You can feel the soft kisses on your throat as your body gets used to his intrusion, but you can't wait too long, so you grab his ass and pull him into you. 

"Move, baby..."  

He obeys, increasing the speed of the thrusts more and more until the sound of skin slapping skin floods the room along with the screeching of the bedframe against the wall. 

"Good boy."  

"Yeah, your good boy. Only yours..." 

After a while, you feel your body reaching a new climax and notice that Luffy's thrusts are harder and a bit sloppier. "I'm close," you moan. 

"Me too," he groans. “You first...” He raises his head to look at you. “I bet you look so pretty when you cum.” If your skin isn’t flushed by now, his words make your body feel like it’s on fire. “Cum f’me...” 

You squeal hitting your release and Luffy holds your waist like you might go away from him. “Fuck!” He grunts, and you feel him cum inside you. 

Your bodies shiver a little from the adrenaline, Luffy slowly pulls out of you, and his body falls on yours. You can't help but giggle and caress him. 

“I buv u,” he says, with his face buried on your tits.  

“I love you too.”  

After a comfortable silence, you remember the party happening on deck. “The others can’t laugh at you now, huh?” 

He giggles. “I don’t care. But maybe they heard your screams...” 

“YES, WE DID!” Someone yells upstairs. “WE GET IT!”  

You two laugh.  

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Welcome to Ara's most chill nightmare -Danny Words: 2,098 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Wait for Me' -by Motopony

XLII: At Peace With Myself but Now I Got Beef With the Rest of the World

I dream. I don't see much, just the open sea, a little improvised tent nearby, and a small picnic table outside with dinner all set.

"I'm cursed too, you know? Maybe they sent me here to punish my girlfriend for telling me." I see Leo standing beside a rustically made worktable. Next to him, there is a beautiful girl I've never met, but I recognize her from Percy's stories.

Calypso observes Leo reluctantly like she's sure he's joking. Maybe she hears the word 'girlfriend' and wonders who in their right mind would date Leo. That happens a lot more often than it should. 

The girl decides to take the bait and asks anyway. "You have a girlfriend?"

"You bet I do," Leo smirks, each word full of adoration. "She's gorgeous. Maybe you heard about her? Her brother was here before. Arae Jackson."

"Jackson?" The goddess tenses. "Yes, I know her. She must've grown then, the way he talked about her sounded much too childlike to be dating a young man..."

"She's big enough now, that's for sure" Leo's face flushes. He stops what he's doing and looks at Calypso with urgency. "You don't have to be nice about it, but if I have to sit here and waste my time, can I please talk to you about Ara? I need to get this off my chest."

"Get what out?" The goddess steps away. 

Leo squeezes the fabric of his shirt like he's having a heart attack. "This worry. She doesn't know I'm alive, and she's already lost too many people. I need to go back."

At first, Calypso looks like she wants to go away, and that'd be fair, but the way she looks at Leo, is a mix of anger, hurt, and softness. It tells me she's not only feeling hatred—so long she's heard this story, and I know it always brings her all kinds of memories.

"I've had several men on this island, Leo Valdez," she replies calmly. "But rarely do they sound as genuine in their anguish as you do. Most prefer to waste their time with me, if only for just a moment. I hadn't met a boy so untempted by unearthly pleasures until now."

"Well, you don't see many boys around here anyway, do you?" He blurts out without thinking.

Calypso scowls and nudges him aside, grabbing a few wires and braiding them at an impressive speed. "You want to chatter about your Arae yes or no?"

"Yes," Leo blushes, watching her weave. I don't know what he's building, but it looks intricate and borderline nonsensical, so it's gotta be something extraordinary.

"Then keep those unsympathetic comments to yourself and sit down, we have a whole day of chores."

"Chores?"

"This thing you're making might take you out of Ogygia, who knows?" A little smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "If someone like you wooed an Aphrodite, everything's possible."

Leo frowns. "I'll take the compliment, but that was out of line."

"My point is," Calypso finishes her first set and grabs another pair of wires. "You'll need supplies. There is work to be done."

"You'll help me?"

Calypso looks up at him, speaking in a cynical tone. "Well, I have nothing better to do and you fixed my fountain—The project of a madman will be entertaining enough to keep my mind busy for a while, don't you think?"

"Glad to hear my longing is making someone happy..." he says with sarcasm.

"Yes, which is not unlike others, but the level of disinterest is fascinating," she tells him playfully. "My island is meant to be irresistible for all, but you don't like it much."

"I know a better beach," Leo smiles as he gets lost in his memories. "I had my first date with Ara there. I see the appeal of this place for people who have it worse out there in the real world, but I've got my own mundane pleasures," he smirks playfully. "What punny mortals call domestic bliss."

"What?" Calypso pauses to pay attention. "And what is that?"

"Stuff that would bore you to death on a normal day: doing the dishes, cooking a meal, cleaning your room... when I do all that with my girl, that's when I'm the happiest."

Calypso thinks about it. "And talking while building a machine counts as one of those things?"

Leo stares at the scraps and touches them with his fingertips. "Yeah... we do that all the time."

"I see the appeal," Calypso gives him a polite smile. "I don't hate sitting here and talking as much as I thought I would."

Leo laughs in a friendly way, giving her a pat on the back before going back to work. The girl grimaces and looks at the stain Leo left on her dress, and I know he totally did it on purpose. "Thanks, Cal!"

The dream fades and gets replaced with a different scenario. I'm standing in the middle of a workshop I've seen before. "Not this guy," I grumble.

"Hmph, yes, that's a normal reaction," Hephaestus says. He's holding a large piece of bronze, not really looking at me while he speaks.

I get ready to be scowled. "Look, I know I haven't been up to the test and I've failed you—"

"What nonsense are you blabbering?" He scans my appearance like I've got a loose wire somewhere. "Failed me? You helped one of my sons recover the bronze dragon, then you built a grand ship."

I open my mouth and then close it. Then I open it again. "Okay. So why am I here talking to you, sir?"

Hephaestus tosses the bronze plate out the window. Not very eco-friendly. "That'll do." He nods, then looks back at me. "Your mother threatened to reorganize my workshop if I didn't help you. I think you're holding on just fine, but she thinks your nerves might be on edge."

I slowly count up to five. "Maybe. So you put that vision of Leo and Calypso in my head?"

"Yes."

"He's in Ogygia."

"Yes."

"And he can't leave unless Calypso falls for him."

"That's how it usually works," Hephaestus nods, rummaging through his blueprints. "Leo is helping me."

I speak with a strained voice. "What do you mean?"

"When the war ended, your brother Percy asked us to release Calypso. Gods cannot undo what gods do."

"You sent Leo to rescue Calypso?" I lose my cool for a moment. "Couldn't you do that like, once this war was over? This is the worst timing ever! Sir." I add as an afterthought. "My lord, sir."

The god snorts. "Don't take this personally, child, but you've never been good at looking at the whole picture."

"What?"

"This was the best timing I could manufacture," he points at the window. "The fates are lousy planners, they toss out prophecies with no exact timeline, and we have to fish for a decent moment to set them in motion. That snow goddess you and your sister fought made it easier for me."

I want to scream. Easy? Of course that'd be convenient for a god. They measure my brainpower without lifting a finger or risking personal business so later on they know exactly how much weight they can put on my shoulders without inducing cracks.

My crew and I have been stuck at the Southwind god's palace for almost a week, with our ship hanging by a thread, and he calls this easy and nothing personal. Why don't you drag your mighty ass down to earth and fix the Argo II yourself, you big chunk of—

"Your anger is unnecessary," he brushes my thoughts aside. "What's done it's done, my son will come back, so focus on the ship."

"Without Leo or the sphere, the repairs can't be completed."

"You're saying you can't do it?" He raises a brow. "I thought you were a decent mechanic."

"Don't try to manipulate me, old man!" I bite my tongue. "Lord. Sir."

He snorts again, I think that's his actual laugh. "I see why my boy likes you."

"Listen..." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I'm on a tight schedule here. You're saying I don't have to look for Leo, yes or no?"

"He'll be fine," the god assures me. "There is no need to worry." 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'd be a beam of freaking sunshine if the stupid oars could stop going berserk every time I start them up!" Ara holds back from punching the control board.

"If you need to take a break—"

"Listen, Frank, if you're gonna pity me, you could at least do it while being useful," she snaps at him.

The boy blushes and clears his throat. "Sure. Sorry, General. What do you need?"

Ara points at the ropes. "Secure the sails, ask Piper to help you. Has to be done manually since most of the automatized stuff in the ship is all messed up without the Archimedes sphere." 

He looks up squinting. "You sure Piper will do? She's not fond of heights..."

"Jason is waiting for his royal jerkness to give him the time of day, and I don't know where Nico is," she crouches under the panels and crawls into them. "So unless you want little five-foot-two Hazel to climb up the topmast..."

"I'll get Piper."

"That's what I thought," Ara speaks with strain.

She has been unanimously vetoed from being their messenger since she's starting to lash out at deities a little too much. By unanimously, it means even Ara voted against herself, she's wise enough to know that to taunt their current host is to push their luck.

She retreats from under the control board, feeling a presence looming over her shoulder. "You done stalking Jason?"

"He got called in," Nico says, sounding grumpy. "He's more annoying than you ever were."

Ara smiles, knowing what he means. "He's still hung up on Croatia, huh? Yeah, he's the same with me. 'You sure you're okay, Ara? I'm here if you need to talk', man, you're a head taller than me, pick up a hammer and work," she huffs.

Nico smirks and gets closer. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to be the mechanic this ship needs, but I'm no Cabin Nine camper. This trireme was my best friend until it decided to go insane," she gets up rubbing her lower back. "I wanna crush it with my bare hands... I feel like such a cranky grandpa."

"Eat up, grandpa," he pulls out a granola bar from his pocket and hands it to her. Ara opens it and splits it in two, passing him a half. "You've fixed everything, you're doing fine," Nico nibbles on his half. "You just don't wanna move places without knowing you're not leaving Leo behind."

Nico knows about Leo's whereabouts because Ara told him. He's the only one that she shared this with because Piper keeps blaming herself for not knowing how snow smells and Jason is going through an identity crisis again. Right now, Nico is the only one on board with the least amount of mental setbacks, which is heavily concerning and a little bit ironic.

"This is what you wanted, right?" She teases him. "To see me alone in the world so I could get my shit together? Well, I've lost my brother, I've lost Lily and Annabeth, and now I've lost Leo. Now I just gotta lose you in a busy crowd and I'll go full eat-pray-love on Gaea."

She might be imagining things, but Ara catches what looks like the briefest grin on Nico's face before he responds. "That would be detrimental to the crew. If you want my opinion—"

"I don't."

"—You should let yourself be angry," he shrugs. "Generals shouldn't be generous."

Ara squints. "Was that a pun?"

"You should know how to keep a cool head by the time we get to the House of Hades, and you'll only learn if you allow yourself to feel. Get a good reason to kick the giant's butt. When Michael died— "

"Leo isn't dead."

"You don't act as a leader unless someone damages your favorite toys."

"Did you go to Hephaestus's school for social relations?" She frowns, taking a big bite of the granola bar. "Every word that leaves your mouth is insulting."

Nico smiles for real this time, though it's his sardonic, dark smirk. "Old habits die hard."

"Can I be honest for a second?"

"I rather you weren't," he finishes his snack and pulls out another one, this time it's a chocolate bar.

"I like my job. Heck, I love my job! Being a daughter of Olympus can be fun, but gods can ruin your day by just talking."

"That's funny, I feel the same way about you."

Ara playfully elbows Nico. A beige dusty cloud starts to make its way to them, and her smile goes away. "Please, let that be a good sentient cloud..."

Nico tilts his head and squints. "It's Jason."

Ara mimics his actions. "Doesn't that mean we're leaving?"

"Think so," Nico takes a huge bite of his chocolate and walks past her.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Angry women my beloved -Danny Words: 2,083 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Angry Woman' -by Ashe

XLI: Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here

"So good to see you again, ma chère. It's time we had a very cold reunion." 

Ara hasn't thought about these three idiots since last December, but it's clear they haven't forgotten about them. Younger Ara would consider it flattering, but now she's annoyed and on the verge of another crisis if they don't bring Leo back.

"Muffins," Cal points to Piper's cornucopia after it spits food abruptly, Ara only remembers his name because he couldn't say more than a few words at a time. "Muffins are good."

"Ah, merci," Zethes winks at the girls, making Ara want to be killed faster. "I knew the pretty girl would miss me." 

"This is great, exactly what I needed," Ara grumbles, trying to release her feet.

"You've grown, Jackson," Zethes continues in French. "I'm willing to ignore my orders if you promise me a good time."

"How about you come closer and I show you where my sword fits?" She replies in a bad mood.

Piper tries to use charmspeak. "Let my friends go."

Zethes stiffens in place. "We should let your friends go."

"Yes," Cal drops his muffin.

"No, you idiots! She is charmspeaking. Use your wits."

"Wits..." Cal picks up his food and eats it. "Muffins are better."

"Ah, my beautiful Piper..." Zethes sighs. "So long I have waited to see you again. Sadly, my sister is right. We cannot let your friends go. In fact we must take them to Quebec, where they shall be laughed at eternally. I am so sorry, but these are our orders."

"Orders...? Guys, listen, your sister disobeyed Boreas. She's working with the giants, trying to raise Gaea. She's planning to take over your father's throne."

"Dear Piper McLean," the goddess chuckles. "You would manipulate my weak-willed brothers with your charms, like a true daughter of the love goddess. Such a skillful liar."

"Liar? You tried to kill us! Zethes, she's working for Gaea!" 

Zethes squints. "Alas, beautiful girl. We all are working for Gaea now. I fear these orders are from our father, Boreas himself."

"What?" 

Ara closes her eyes and tunes them out, then summons Hephaestus's blessing and hopes it works like she wants it to. Her body heats up, and she tries to guide all the warmth to her feet, which is not easy.

"What about Leo?" Piper questions, and the name makes Ara lose a bit of focus. "Where did you send him?"

"Leo Valdez deserved a special punishment," Khione shrugs. "I have sent him to a place from which he can never return. But it is for the best. Leo could not be tolerated, even as an ice statue... not after he insulted me. The fool refused to rule at my side! And his power over fire... He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I'm afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do."

"You know, the first time I met you I thought you were annoying, but the more you talk, the more I think gods should have some kind of Asylum for headcases like you," Ara twirls one finger next to her head. "Blood's too frozen to circulate your noggin, huh?"

Khione's cold eyes sharpen. "What nonsense are you speaking?"

"You see, dear royal pain in the podex," Ara moves her foot inside its enclosure as the ice melts and hollows around it. "If you'd done your homework properly, you'd know that the daughter of Olympus is in love with Leo Valdez, and if what you're saying it's true, then I've got no choice but to kill you."

Ara turns Almighty into a spear, then slams the flat end on the ice over her feet and shatters it. Khione chucks shards of ice her way and Ara drops to the ground, pulling her flintlock out from the Octopi bag and shooting at Cal with it, but she doesn't get to kill him.

Khione screams in frustration and projects more ice, but Piper shoots warm hams out of her cornucopia to protect Ara.

"Piper, get Festus running!" The girl expands her shield. "I'll hold them!"

"Are you crazy? I'm not the tech-savvy!"

"Wake Festus up!" Ara uses her charmspeak. Piper tenses and quickly makes her way to the bronze dragon. Zethes tries to go after her and Ara shoots him in the wing. "You northern chicken go where I say you can go!"

"You are the mentally unwell if you think you can fight the three of us at once," Khione sneers. "You daughters of love are no threat."

"And yet you have no choice but to fight me."

Ara draws out from her Octopi one of the bombs Leo made weeks ago, Greek fire would be ideal, but it could also damage the ship and she can't afford that while Leo isn't here, so warm popcorn it is. The bomb goes off and it confuses the others enough to give Ara an advantage.

She turns Almighty into a sword and cuts off Cal's wings, the poor guy is an idiot and now he's a flyless one. In the meantime Piper's trying to wake Festus up, as in, shouting his name and demanding at him to open his eyes. Ara can't judge her, Piper undoubtedly has zero knowledge of machines and Ara ordered her to get Festus running. If Piper believes that will work, then so does she.

"C'mon pretty, don't do this!" Zethes tries to reach her. "I'd hate having to bruise that face!"

"Okay, so you're definitely dying first," Ara reloads her flintlock. "I can't stand another second of your god-awful courting, Chad."

"Ugh, enough! I'm freezing you," Khione raises her hand almost in a bored manner.

Ara's anger flares up and glows red, aiming her gun at Khione and shooting at the center of the goddess's palm, she screeches and holds onto her wounded fist. "You stupid girl! What have you done?!"

Ara has been considered inconsequential for too long, she's gonna show Khione how terrible she can be. She reloads the gun again. "Daughter of love or not, I'm the General of Olympus, and you will respect me."

The easiest thing would be to get rid of Zethes first, but Ara is done with fast and easy, so she attacks Cal, he's slow on his feet and has no wings to escape her, but he's Khione's strongest guard. Ara glows teal and summons a small tide to wash over in front of the goddess and Khione freezes it just like the girl wanted.

Ara pulls out a bomb of Greek Fire and chucks it down the back of Cal's hockey uniform, then runs to take cover behind Khione's devised ice wall and she hears the goddess screams in anger when her brother explodes in golden dust.

"Two to go," Ara mutters, drawing out a second bomb.

"Enough!" Khione cracks Ara's barrier and sends thousands of sharp pellets at the girl's face. 

Ara covers the softest parts of her body with the shield Leo made for her and doesn't think much of the cuts that she gets on her legs and face.

"Zethes! The bomb!" The goddess demands. The boread tosses something at Ara's feet and she stumbles back. It looks like a weird chunk of ice, yet Ara can sense its power. Khione laughs shortly. "You know what that is, don't you? One wrong move, and your dear ship will be tossed out to the ends of the world."

"Wait, sorry for interrupting your bad-guy speech," Ara replies, deciding to distract Khione until Festus comes back to life. "But why are you here again?"

The girl looks more insulted about her lack of interest than the fact that Ara just killed her brother. "Were you not listening to what I told your sister?"

"I have ADHD and you immortals love your Shakespearian back-and-forths a bit too much, it's impossible for me not to space out."

"It doesn't matter!" Khione snaps. "I will send you and your sister to the ends of the world, I'll take the rest of your friends back to our palace, and you will regret your insolence towards me!"

"Got it," Ara points at the bomb. "This thing has a timer, or does it go off if I move?"

"What?" Khione blinks, confused by her indifference. "I—No. It will go off once the ice melts."

Ara sighs and shakes her head. "Man, that's a lousy design! You depend on the weather a bit too much, don't you think? What if I had ice powers, huh? That is the problem with you gods, you show off and think we can't beat you because you have lots of one thing. Well, I have a bit of everything, so I'm gonna wipe the floor with your frosted ass."

Festus lets out a huge amount of hot steam and Piper recoils with a big smile on her face. "He's awake!"

"My turn to show off." Ara summons another small wave that hits Khione's face and makes her lose balance. 

Zethes attacks and Ara shoots him point-blank in the chest, killing him instantly and leaving nothing but golden dust and his sword behind. Ara can't move and risk kicking the bomb on accident, so she searches inside her Octopi and pulls out another popcorn bomb, tosses it a Khione, and the goddess gets covered in the warm, buttery snack.

"She's all yours, Pipes!" Ara shouts, pointing at the sword Zethes left behind so the Aphrodite can pick it up.

Festus roars with energy, shooting large columns of fire into the air and melting the ice over ship's deck while Ara whirls around as carefully and quickly as possible toward the control panels to put them back together. 

Piper takes her place in the fight and faces Khione. "You miserable girls!" She screams. "You think you can defeat me—a goddess?"

Ara works as fast as possible and ignores Khione, deeming her unimportant in comparison to the condition of her ship. Her skin starts to glow orange when she speeds up. "Buddy, I need some guidance here! I don't have the sphere, how do I make it work?" 

Festus creaks and uses a mix of Morse code and clicks similar to words to guide her. Slowly, the monitors start to come back to life. She won't be able to access some of the cool stuff like the jet propulsion or the automatized ballista, but at least she's got Festus, and Festus controls most of the ship.

"Children of Aphrodite," Khione growls. "You are nothing."

"Don't listen to her! She's scared!" Ara encourages Piper without looking up. "There is nothing scarier than an angry Aphrodite! Jason and Leo are counting on you!"

Piper slashes Khione across the chest, the goddess explodes in a small blizzard and vanishes. Ara reboots the system and turns around to announce it, but then she spots the ice bomb melting on her deck and her stomach drops, she forgot it was there.

"Piper take cover!" Ara glows teal.

The girl hides behind the foremast while Ara turns Almighty into a shovel and picks up the bomb, tossing it across deck and out of the ship. The object explodes as soon as it touches the sea and the Argo II gets thrown onward so fast she can't see where it's heading.

By the time they stop, Jason has melted back to life. He's disoriented and hypothermic, but Piper checks his vitals and feeds him back to health while Ara grabs a welding kit to finish melting the block of ice that's keeping the others downstairs.

"What happened?" Jason asks groggily. 

"Khione and her stupid brothers," Ara mumbles, tears rolling down her face while she keeps jabbing at the ice with a hammer.

"We took care of it," Piper eases him, placing the bottle of nectar closer to the boy's lips.

"You... you what?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Piper gives him a knowing smile. "Ara distracted them long enough for me to wake Festus, then—"

"She got rid of Khione," Ara takes a moment to catch her breath. "With her special power."

"What power?" Jason looks at them curiously.

"Female rage."

Piper snorts. "I did my best."

"You gave life to a bronze dragon!" Ara exclaims, pointing at the figurehead. "You pulled a Pinocchio on the baby! What kind of blue fairy magic was that?"

"I did what you asked," Piper replies a little dejected. "Charmspeak is all I have, I'm not a mechanic like you, Strategus."

"I'm not complaining," the girl dries her tears and stands up. "I sound angry, but I'm not angry at you."

"Where is Leo?" Jason looks around suddenly noticing his absence. His eyes suddenly focus on the shore ahead and he frowns. "And where are we?"

"According to Almighty," Ara checks her compass, eyes puffy and tired. "That'd be Notus's palace."

"Who's Notus?" Piper asks.

"God of the South Wind," Ara makes a face. "We'll be here a while."

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: And we're back to not having a break! -Danny Words: 1,945 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Young Love' -by Phillip Vo

XL: Please Say Sike Right Now

Everyone knew about Leo's curse by the next morning. Jason told Piper, Nico told Hazel because Hazel already knew half of it, and then Hazel told Frank because Leo knew about his curse anyway, so it was fair. At least they all had the decency to pretend not to know and treated Leo and her like usual, though they'd started to look at Leo like he'd predicted. 

Ara's recovery is tough throughout the day. If she does things that take a lot of effort she feels something like a heart attack and has to sit down for a moment. Next time she runs into Eros, she'll snap his bow in half.

Things are changing, Nico isn't a sweetheart, but now they've been able to train together without any major fights. More so, they can sit and have a civil conversation without having to be half a mile from each other. Nico is polite when Ara asks what to expect from the House of Hades, and he makes a few suggestions for the best way to tackle the mission. Ara listens and together with Hazel, they make a solid plan.

Leo trains hard, but by the third day the weather gets too unpredictable to stay on the upper deck for long periods and he gets worried about Festus malfunctioning like he did during their first quest, so he takes the day to do a full check-up of the ship.

"So much for the big team meeting," he glares at the gray sky, they were supposed to be holding up a session to talk about their new plan, but there was much to be done. "Looks like it's just us again."

Ara can't help but stare while he works, removing the Archimedes sphere and turning off Festus. He gestures at her to get closer and she does, now he's ready to teach her how to use it, the problem is that she isn't paying attention at all.  She is so in love there might as well be little 3D hearts floating around over her head while Leo points at the symbols around the sphere and talks nonstop about their functions.

All her life she'd been stressing over being the nice, adjustable girl so people wouldn't leave her, all to find out she'd never been the problem, she just had to find her people. Percy, Annabeth, Lily, Leo—heck, even Nico has proved to her that she's valued. Hercules's words don't sting as much now. 

All these kids that are used to moving on and never staying in one place, keep coming back to her. Especially Leo Valdez, and man, she's crazy about him. She can now admit that with a smile on her face. "You're so cute," Ara blurts out, leaning against the control board with a smile on her face.

Leo looks back up at her, eyes slightly out of focus after being interrupted mid-sentence. To Ara's surprise, he frowns at her compliment. "You didn't hear a word of what I just said, did you?"

"I'm sorry," she grins and blushes, feeling like her old Aphrodite self for a moment. "I think I'm sick."

"Sick?" Leo touches her forehead. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm lovesick, Admiral," she continues with a silly smirk. "It has no cure."

The boy looks at her in amused defeat. "Who are you? My girlfriend doesn't flirt like this—she rolls her eyes and pretends to be annoyed at my bold moves until she gets tired and kisses me."

"I flirt!"

"No, you don't."

"I flirt all the time."

"This is genuinely the first time in seven months I hear you say something so wack," he laughs. "Sunshine, Eros did a number on you."

"I literally proposed to you like what, a week ago?"

"I proposed first! You can't flirt by reusing my moves!"

"Guys," Jason interrupts their banter. "Hate to interrupt your argument on who's the smoothest, but we want to know how long 'til we reach Epirus."

Leo has the answer at the ready, of course. "By tomorrow morning, we'll reach the western coast of Greece. Then another hour inland, and bang—House of Hades! I'ma get me the T-shirt!"

"Yay," Piper sighs. 

"Pipes, can you tell your sister I'm the one with the rizz in the relationship?"

"I'm not saying that."

"Of course not," Ara nods solemnly. "Because it's a lie."

"Come back when you get a fanclub of nymphs," Leo snorts.

"I have a satyr fanclub," Ara shrugs.

"Satyrs are easy to charm, though—!"

"Guys," Piper interrupts them again. "I've been thinking about the Prophecy of Seven."

They share a look and then Leo turns to Piper. "What about it? Like... good stuff, I hope?"

"In Katoptris," the girl starts explaining, adjusting the cornucopia over her shoulder. "I keep seeing that giant Clytius—the guy who's wrapped in shadows. I know his weakness is fire, but in my visions, he snuffs out flames wherever he goes. Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness."

"Sounds like Nico," Leo jokes. "You think they're related?"

"Hey, man, cut Nico some slack," Jason scowls.

"He's joking," Ara intervenes, giving Jason a look that means 'drop it'. The point is to not bring attention to Nico, and if they try to protect him from random and harmless teasing it's going to look suspicious.

"Piper, what about this giant?" Jason makes a fleeting face of discomfort before looking back at his girlfriend. "What are you thinking?"

Leo and Piper share a look of confusion, not knowing why Ara and Jason suddenly seem slightly upset with each other, they usually get along just great.

"I keep thinking about fire," Piper continues. "How we expect Leo to beat this giant because he's..."

"Hot?" Leo smirks.

"Um, let's go with flammable," Piper raises a brow. "Anyway, that line from the prophecy bothers me: To storm or fire the world must fall."

"Yeah, we know all about it," Leo glances at Ara, but he doesn't say anything. "You're gonna say I'm fire. And Jason here is storm."

"So you're worried one of us will endanger the quest, maybe accidentally destroy the world?"

"No. I think we've been reading that line the wrong way. The world... the Earth. In Greek, the word for that would be..."

"Gaea." Jason tilts his head. "You mean, to storm or fire Gaea must fall?"

Leo tries to look cheery when she mentions it, once again giving Ara a look that it's meant to say 'I told you so'. "You know, I like your version a lot better. 'Cause if Gaea falls to me, Mr. Fire, that is absolutely copacetic."

"Or to me... storm." Jason kisses the girl's cheek. "Piper, that's brilliant! If you're right, this is great news. We just have to figure out which of us destroys Gaea."

"Maybe. But, see, it's storm or fire..." She draws out Katoptris and places it on the console.

Leo hooks his fingers on the waist of Ara's jeans, pulling her away from the blade. He scowls at it the same way Ara does all the time, neither Piper nor Jason notices, but Ara feels a warmth spreading on her chest at the boy's gesture. It's nonsense because the dagger on itself can't hurt her, but still, Leo trying to keep her away from the things that make her uncomfortable is sweet.

"I'm worried about Leo and this fight with Clytius," Piper continues. "That line in the prophecy makes it sound like only one of you can succeed. And if the storm or fire part is connected to the third line, an oath to keep with a final breath..."

Ara feels a weight dropping on her stomach at those words. An oath. She hadn't thought about it nearly as much as she should've. 

"I think my prophecy overlaps with this," she confesses.

"Ara." Leo says warningly.

"No, listen—I'd forgotten that line," she tells him. "That doesn't sound good for us."

"Ara." The boy insists a little more sternly.

"Wait, what?" Jason frowns. "What do you mean? Your prophecy is about Leo's curse?"

"Yes."

"Guys, wait up," Leo stands between her and Jason to stop their exchange, still holding the Archimedes sphere in one hand. "Don't freak out yet."

"Yet? I've been freaking out a whole month!" She exclaims.

"Leo's right, Ara," Jason tries to reason. "We'll drive ourselves crazy overthinking it. You know how prophecies are. Heroes always get in trouble trying to thwart them."

"Yeah," Leo agrees ironically. "We'd hate to get in trouble. We've got it so good right now."

"You know what I mean," Jason insists. "The final breath line might not be connected to the storm and fire part or your prophecy. For all we know, the two of us aren't even storm and fire. Percy can raise hurricanes."

"And I could always set Coach Hedge on fire," Leo suggests. "Then he can be fire."

"I hope I'm wrong," Piper turns to her. "But the whole quest started with us finding Hera and waking that giant king Porphyrion. I have a feeling the war will end with us too. For better or worse."

"Hey," Jason comments, "personally, I like us."

"Agreed," Leo reaches for Ara's hand. "Us is my favorite people."

Ara squeezes Leo's hand and looks at Jason and Piper. She has a weird relationship with this trio, she's protective of them because they were their first quest as a guardian, like an older sister, even though she's the youngest of the group.

She remembers their time bonding inside a sewer, when they went to a cafe all dressed up for different parties, and their fight to free Hera. The first time Ara felt like a real hero, even if she was beaten, cold, and so scared and angry...

She wants to tell them about the prophecy but Leo is stopping her, knowing it's better to have a clear view of things before jumping to conclusions. She's spiraling and thinking Leo will die if he decides to take matters into his own hands, and he doesn't want her to push him out of this again.

The girl shivers just thinking about what would happen to her if Leo gets hurt again. Then she shivers again and realizes the temperature has drastically dropped. The smell of snow increases, the clouds are thickening above them, and the air... It doesn't matter how crazy the weather can be, there is no way a snowstorm is likely to happen in the middle of July, near the coast of Greece.

"Leo," Piper seems to have noticed something's up at the same time as Ara. "Sound the alarm."

Leo tenses and slams his fist on the button, then the charmspeak wears off and he frowns. "Uh, it's disconnected—Festus is shut down. Gimme a minute to get the system back online."

"We don't have a minute! Fires—we need vials of Greek fire. Jason, call the winds. Warm, southerly winds."

Ara looks for Almighty in her pocket and drags her Octopi bag from under the control board, looking for her flintlock. "Wait, what?" Jason watches them in confusion. "Girls, what's wrong?"

"It's her!" Piper seizes her dagger. "She's back! We have to—"

It happens too fast to understand it: The ship freezes in place and ice quickly covers every surface, Jason draws out his sword and he gets turned into an ice statue like Thalia all those months ago.

"Leo! Flames! Now!" Piper calls desperately.

Something tries to snatch the Archimedes sphere out of Leo's hand and he holds onto it tightly, getting lifted along with the object and he starts to struggle in the air. "Hey! Hey! Let me go!" Leo yells at the wind.

"No!" The moment Ara tries to move, her feet get frozen in place.

"Yes, Leo Valdez... I will let you go permanently."

The boy gets thrown out of the ship so violently that all Ara hears is a brief gasp before he's out of sight.

"Hi again, Arae Jackson. We didn't properly introduce last time, daughter of Olympus," Khione speaks to her. "And unfortunately, there is only enough time to kill you now."

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Can you do Luffy x top male reader

Sure!

I, hope you like it and... I'm not gonna lie, it was a challenge to write like this... . -Val

Warnings: SMUT!

Just admit it (Monkey D. Luffy x Male!Reader)

Words: 1,038

“Your body shivers every time I hug you, are you okay?”  

“Yes, of course, I love it when you–I mean, I like your hugs–as in, you know–yeah. Oh! Nami’s calling me.”  

“But Nami’s right there by her trees.” 

That was the moment Luffy started to suspect of Y/N. No matter what the others may think of him, Luffy believes he’s smart and capable of dealing with odd situations. And now, he’s determined to resolve whatever his most recent crew member has going on. 

And that’s why… he broke into your bedroom when you didn’t answer. The door wasn’t locked, and you weren’t there. He shrugs and sits on your bed to wait. 

“What the hell? Luffy!” 

“I waited for you for hours!” He whines. (He waited five minutes). 

“Why? What? You broke my door!” 

“It was an accident.” He waves it off. 

“How it could be an accident?” 

“That’s not the point, here.” 

“But–” 

“Shhhh!” Luffy puts a finger against Y/N’s mouth. “I’m your captain, so you have to obey my orders.” He frowns, then Y/N sighs and waits for his captain. “You have to tell the truth to your captain.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“About what?” 

Luffy purses his lips and his eyes water. “Just admit that you hate me!” He cries. 

“What?” He looks at Luffy searching for any sign of a joke. “Luffy, I–I don’t hate you.” 

“No?” He sniffs. 

“How did you–?” Y/N walks closer to him. “Why do you think that?” 

“You don’t like my hugs. And you run away from me,” he pouts. 

Y/N feels his cheeks getting warm. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Lu.” 

“You did! But I don’t get why.” 

He sighs as he sits beside Luffy on the bed. “I don’t hate you,” he doesn’t dare to look at his captain. “I do like your hugs, it’s just–” 

“Why are you blushing?” Luffy grabs his chin to turn his face. 

Y/N takes Luffy’s hand but when he looks at his eyes, he stops. While Luffy frowns, his brain turns off and travels to another world. That’s why he doesn’t think as he leans forward and kisses Luffy. 

Although it’s a short kiss, Y/N feels an explosion inside of him… until he notices Luffy’s expression. “Holy shit. Luffy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t–I–” 

“Ooohh, now I get it,” Luffy smiles. “You like me!” He giggles. 

“I–yeah. I always get nervous when you hug me or touch me, because… I like you,” he confesses.  

“Ha! I win!” Luffy exclaims. “I solved this case!”  

“What? Luffy, now it's your turn!” 

“For what?” 

“Do… do you feel...? Do you like me too?” 

“Oh! Right,” he giggles. “Well, I like your hugs too! And you smell nice, and I have lots of fun when you’re with me. And I want to be with you all the time.” 

Translation: Luffy reciprocates the feelings. 

Y/N laughs in relief. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Yeah!” 

The kiss is longer now, and Y/N takes Luffy by the back of his neck to get him closer to him. 

“I like your kisses too...” mumbles Luffy. 

“I want to show you more things that you could like too, can I?” He says as he pushes Luffy to the bed. 

“Oh, you mean sex?” 

Y/N looks surprised. “Uh, is it okay?” 

“Yeah, I know sex,” Luffy says as he makes him shift so now, he can be on top. “I want to show you too.” 

Luffy doesn't wait for an answer as he kisses Y/N with more passion, his tongue travels into Y/N’s mouth making things messier. Luffy’s body leans completely against his as he feels his shaft, he starts to grind making him moan. 

“Luffy...”  

“Yeah?” He says with a raspier voice, his eyes change, and his breathing increases as he leans again to kiss his neck. 

“Fuck...” he says as Luffy bites and licks a sensitive part, making him giggle. 

“You like it when I bite you? ‘Cause you taste really good–no, wait, I have an idea!” 

Luffy wiggles as he takes off his clothes so quickly that Y/N can’t even admire him like he always wanted. Luffy’s back on the bed, but he leans straight to go down on Y/N. He undoes his pants and pulls down his underwear to lick and then suck his cock. 

“Luffy!” He’s taken by his eagerness. “Fuck!” He moans. 

“Yep, I was right! You taste soooo good.” Luffy’s head goes up and down tasting every part of him and he feels like dying and flying to heaven. Y/N still can’t believe what’s going on, but it's too late to take it back. 

“Luffy, wait...” he grabs his hair and pulls, Luffy whines but obeys. “I-I can’t take it anymore. I need you.” 

Luffy smiles playfully. “Well, as the captain, I should be the one to give orders…” He giggles. “Now, turn over your tummy!” 

He laughs. “Oi, Captain.” 

“I like your laugh, you know,” Luffy says as he caresses Y/N’s butt cheeks. “And it’s better when I’m the one who’s making you laugh,” he starts to prep him. “Only me can make you feel like this, right?” 

Y/N didn’t know that Luffy was a talker during sex, although this sounds as innocent as he is most of the time. 

“Only my Captain could make me feel like this,” he looks at him over his shoulder. Luffy smiles and leans forward to kiss him. “Please, Captain...” he whines. 

Luffy starts to enter him as they keep kissing. Both moan when he’s completely inside and he thrusts slowly, but his hands travel all over Y/N's body, and of course, he bites and leaves marks along his back. Then, his thrusts become faster and harder as their moans and whines become louder.  

“Shit, I...” pants Luffy. 

“Me too” Y/N whimpers. 

Luffy groans falls on his back to rest as both try to control their breathing. 

“I’m glad you don’t hate me, ‘cause I think I like you too, Y/N,” Luffy whispers as he moves to be beside him. 

He chuckles and caress his cheek. “I’m glad too.” 

“Oi! Y/N, what happened to your door–AH CRAP, MY EYES!”  

“Franky why are you yelling?! Holy shit!” 

“GET OUT!” 

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: You get one fluffy chapter after reading that piece of emotional damage -Danny Words: 1,949 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Daylight' -by Taylor Swift

XXXIX: The Loneliness is Coming From Inside the House

Nico manages to take them directly to Ara's cabin, he closes the door so no one knows they're here yet, then closes the little curtain Leo installed on her porthole so the light doesn't worsen the pounding in her head.

The boys work as a team, tucking her in and checking her wounds. Nico convinces her to take off her shirt so he can examine where the arrows hit her, and Jason turns around to give her privacy. She doesn't know if he caught up to Nico's secret, but that isn't her business, so she will keep her mouth shut.

Ara stays still while Nico heals her, there aren't many injuries, just bruises where the arrows struck, but she's perfectly healthy, only heartbroken and drowning in grief, and the only way to heal from that is by letting it happen.

Nico places the first-aid kit under her bed and sighs. "She's fine."

Jason scans her frame, nodding approvingly. "I'll tell the others we're back."

Ara points vaguely at the scepter leaning on her bedroom wall. That thing better work as they think it should, otherwise she sacrificed a big part of herself for nothing. She glares at it, but for the first time, she's got no cynic or sarcastic comments to send Jason off.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll rest—but take that thing with you."

Jason's blue eyes look relieved as if Ara deciding to take a break is a sign of better times coming. "Yeah, I'll do that. C'mon, Nico..."

"I'll stay."

Ara groans. "I'm not going anywhere, seriously..."

"You can scold her later, man," Jason insists politely. "Leave her alone."

"Take the scepter," she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "I don't want it near me."

"Later."

Ara turns her head towards him scowling. "You're not doing anything right now."

"I want to make sure you're okay," Nico admits with frustration.

Ara's face gets very hot, the boy had never offered to look after her before this moment. "Oh."

Jason's smile grows. "Cool, then. Take care of our General."

When Jason leaves, Ara and Nico stay silent for about five seconds, then Nico pulls her vanity bench closer and sits, eyes fixed on the door while he fidgets with the skull ring on his finger.

"I don't think Eros is coming to finish the job," she jokes. "He and Nemesis will leave me alone after this."

Nico watches her intently. "You saw yourself in Nemesis, didn't you?"

Ara doesn't deny it, her puffy eyes are staring at the ceiling. "I've been cruel to myself, and no doubt I'll be cruel again. My fatal flaw is ambition so I'll be tempted..."

"Tempted to what?"

"To mistreat those who care for me," she sighs. "I hope I can control it before it gets this bad a second time. Eros said the only way is to let love take over."

"You'll be okay," Nico pauses a moment, but in the end, he forces himself to finish his thought. "You're not a weaker version of me, you're built differently. No matter how angry and frustrated you get, you always choose to be good."

Ara's eyes lighten up a bit, but they also get teary once more. "That's just like you too, Ghost King."

Nico makes a face. "Don't start."

The door opens abruptly and Leo storms into the room. Nico stands in alarm and reaches for the scepter, but then he recognizes the boy and relaxes. "About time," he grins. "What took you so long? I thought you and Ara could sense each other from a mile radius."

Leo blinks, confused by Nico's expression, but he doesn't reply to him. He addresses Ara directly. "You okay? Jason told me—"

Ara moves so fast that Leo stumbles and crashes against the doorframe when she tackles him into a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around him in a way that forces him to stand on his tiptoes. Her entire body screams when she does this, and she starts crying again. Leo tightens his grip on her, scared and anxious.

"Please, tell me the stain in her shirt isn't..."

"She'll be okay now," Nico responds, grabbing the scepter and circling the pair to exit the cabin. "But you two should talk, so... I'll leave you alone." He closes the door behind him. 

Leo guides her back to the bed and sits with her, leaning against the headboard with one leg hanging off the mattress while he cradles Ara in his arms. His fingers brush through her choppy hair while she calms herself enough to speak.

"Jason said your brother Eros came to fight y'all, not that other guy..."

"It wasn't a fight," she dries her tears. "Not even close. Eros had us in the palm of his hand and..."

She sobs and Leo squeezes her, kissing her hair. "Ara, you have to calm down. Jason already told me everything..."

The girl freezes. "Everything?"

He examines the dark stain on her clothing. "The important bit. Couldn't've been easy, huh? Talking about the curse in front of them, especially in front of Nico..."

Ara shakes her head, cleaning her nose. "Nico was kind. Whatever was wrong between us... I think it'll get better from now on."

She doesn't want to jinx it, but part of the problem is being afraid to utter thoughts believing it taints them. When she was a kid, she enjoyed talking about what she wished for, it was the main reason why people liked her, she wasn't afraid to speak her dreams into reality.

"You were brave." Leo kisses her temple. "I'm proud of you. "

Ara closes her eyes and leans against his shoulder. "I know what's missing with the others, but I didn't understand it until now."

"Whatcha mean?" Leo frowns.

"Since the moment we met, I told you everything you wanted to know. Everything. I said things I hadn't told to anyone, and you fell in love with all of me because of it. That's why you stay by my side even though you know I could hurt you, because you know it's not my intention."

She sits upright to face him better.

"I have to tell them about my prophecy. And your curse."

Leo looks slightly concerned. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't care—they'll give me those pitiful looks terminally ill people get from their loved ones, and I'm definitely not looking forward to that, but if you think it'll help..."

"If it doesn't, at least we'll feel lighter," she replies. "I can bear my grief and my duties, but I can't do it alone."

Leo reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. "Then we'll do that. When?"

Looking at it from a sober point of view, she knows the crew will get paranoid once they find out, probably try to keep Leo from fighting too much, and that can backfire. They're missing two of their most powerful and clever demigods, they need to be a unified team or the giants will run through them in a heartbeat.

"Let's wait until we get Percy and Annabeth back—because they will come back," she says with certainty. "Love will keep them safe until they find their way back. Once we rescue them everyone will be... hopefully in a good enough mood to give them bad news without crushing their spirits."

Leo nods. "Yeah, despair is not exactly on brand for me."

She intertwines their fingers and stares at them, deep in thought. "There is something I've been wanting to tell you... it doesn't change anything, I just want you to know."

"A'ight," Leo reaches up with his free hand and runs it through her hair. "I'm listening."

"Eros said I treat love like a curse, and I had that problem even before I met you." She presses her forehead on his shoulder again. "I was in love with Michael Yew. Though saying 'with' is a stretch. Michael was fond of me, which is not the same thing."

Her free hand reaches up and absently draws patterns over Leo's chest.

"I never did anything with that love because I was scared of it—might as well have been the reason why he died. I never allowed myself to love him enough to stop him from making rash oaths."

She closes her eyes, feeling extremely worn out after all the crying and talking about feelings.

"Hestia talked to me about him, said he was like me and there was only one way I could learn from him. The way he died... that is my lesson." She waits for Leo to say something, but when that doesn't happen, she moves and locks eyes with him. The boy is smiling a little, and Ara scowls at the sight. "You got nothing to say?"

He scratches the back of his neck. "I figured it out months into dating you. You wouldn't talk about him, but when you did I got jealous. I could tell you had liked him as more than just a friend."

Ara blushes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just—"

"It wasn't your fault. And I don't need to know how it happened, or who was it, to know it's not your fault anyone dies in the line of duty." Leo fixes his posture and tries hard to find the right words. "I understand why you fell for him, though your crush on Nico did catch me off-guard—"

Ara moves away again. "My what on whom?"

Leo blushes. "I uh... I was coming one night to see if you'd let me stay over, and I heard Percy talking about it with you. I freaked out and went back to my room, but I was too unsettled to ask—"

"That was all a misunderstanding!" Ara exclaims in embarrassment. "Gods, stupid Percy! He overheard Lily teasing me about my crush on Mike and he thought she was talking about Nico!"

"Oh. Oh, that makes so much sense." Leo pauses a moment, then grins and pecks her lips. "Then I'm alright."

Ara looks at him with amusement and disbelief. "So that's why you've been weird to Nico this whole time?"

"I mean Nico is pretty dang creepy in general, I don't need a reason to be freaked out. Wish I'd known him when he was all cute and hyper like you," he smirks.

Ara heaves a sigh, lowering her gaze. "I wish we both were that way still... it was better."

Leo's expression softens and he leans his forehead against hers. "I wish I could make the present better, but that's not the point of this, right?"

"I adore you..." she speaks gently. "I value you, so I'm sharing all of me. Even the love I had for the boy that came before you."

Leo's eyes are full of mirth. "He got to meet you when you were all cute and easy to impress. I wish I'd had that advantage..."

Ara laughs a bit, it feels wrong to laugh, but also necessary. "If I'd met you then, I don't know if I would've fallen for you, or hated you for being so good at what I wanted."

Leo seems very pleased with her answer. "I know you're lying to make me feel better."

"I swear I'm not," she tilts her head to brush his nose. "Aphrodite was in the right when she chose Paris for Helen, you balance me out... and sometimes that can be irritating."

"Yep, I'm a real bother," he mumbles and cups her face. "I'm just an annoying joke."

"You're perfect." Leo's been called evil, troubled, stupid, scrawny, and all the variations of ugly you can think of—but perfect? It doesn't compute in his mind at all, yet the way Ara holds him close leaves him with no room for doubt. The girl mumbles the rest of her sentence against his lips. "And you shine like daylight..."

The boy's nose and ears start to heat up at her words and he decides to shut her up for good by deepening the kiss. Ara doesn't fight it and instead melts into it, she's decided to build her life around love, and Leo is the blueprint.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I love writing characters spilling their guts out, couldn't be me 😩✌🏼-Danny Words: 1,962 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'I Love You Too' -by Ezra Bell

XXXVIII: I Go through ✨Character Development✨

"So. You come to claim the scepter."

The boys stand on each side of Ara. Jason raises his voice. "Cupid, where are you?"

The voice laughs, but they can't quite place it. "Where you least expect me. As Love always is." Something tosses Jason away. Nico and Ara stand closer together in alarm. "You've found true love, after all. Or do you still doubt yourself?"

"Go get him," Ara tells Nico urgently.

The boy rushes over to get Jason. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just sucker punched."

"Oh, did you expect me to play fair? I am the god of love. I am never fair." An arrow misses Nico's backside thanks to Jason's quick reflexes, the boys return to her side, and Ara changes Almighty into a bow."You're not a good archer, Arae." Eros taunts her. "Even Michael couldn't make you better that skill, no matter how hard you desired to impress him."

"Shut up!" Ara's face flushes. "Leave him out of this!"

"You don't get to silence me today." An arrow flies past, piercing a column right next to her face. Ara lifts her bow with shaky hands."You've undermined me enough."

"Is this guy Love or Death?" Jason scowls.

"Ask your friends. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder."

"We just want the scepter!" Nico insists. "We're trying to stop Gaea. Are you on the gods' side or not?"

Another arrow tries to hit Nico again, and he barely manages to dodge it."Love is on every side. And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you."

"Great," Jason grumbles. "Now he's spouting greeting card messages."

He manages to injure Eros, there is ichor on the tiles where the god had stood."Very good, Jason," he sounds a bit strained. "At least you can sense my presence. Even a glancing hit at true love is more than most heroes manage."

"So now I get the scepter?" Jason asks impatiently.

"Unfortunately, you could not wield it. Only a child of the Underworld can summon the dead legions. And only an officer of Rome can lead them." 

"But..." Jason hesitates, then quickly pushes it aside. "Just leave that to us. Nico can summon—"

Another arrow passes by striking Nico. It leaves no mark and draws no blood, the arrows aren't meant for that. The boy clutches his arm nonetheless like it's burning him. "Stop! Both of you!" Ara orders to the boys. 

"Enough games!" Nico's eyes are wild, for a moment he looks like the ten-year-old he once was. "Show yourself!"

"No!" Ara pleads frantically. "We don't want to fight you—"

She gets kicked out of the circle. "You loathe me, little sister. All you do is oppose me—You think me a monster."

"Does it matter?" Ara grunts, pulling herself up to a crouching position. "I'm in love, aren't I?"

"You hold it like a curse," the god snarls. "Our mother cursed Psyche for her distrust. My poor lover was tormented, forced into exile, given horrible tasks to prove her worth. She was even sent to the Underworld on a quest to show her dedication. She earned her way back to my side, but she suffered greatly. If you face what you fear, you must conquer it."

Lighting hits near her feet and Ara screams. Jason lifts his sword to the sky, and a second later he gets thrown again, and Ara tries to get up to aid him. An arrow pierces her heart front to back and vanishes as quickly as it hits her.

The same burning heat she felt in the Argo II spreads across her chest, as a dark and poisonous-looking stain douses her shirt and fills her with heartwrenching memories. All the regressions she's had since childhood, Leo's playful eyes, crooked grin... Mike's roaring laughter, how his hair smelled, and how soft his hoodie felt on her. The very same hoodie she's kept at the back of her closet and hasn't thrown out or used since he died.

Ara collapses, tearing chunks of grass around her as she tries to pull air into her lungs. "Stop!" Nico watches the stain on her shirt grow and tries to get to her, but Eros drags him back. "Leave her alone!"

"Poor Nico di Angelo," Eros mocks him. "My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way to atone for her lack of faith—the same lack of faith Arae has. And you... what have you risked in my name?"

"I've been to Tartarus and back," Nico growls. "You don't scare me."

"I scare you very, very much. As much as I scare my sister. Face me. Be honest."

Ara tries to get up, but a second arrow strikes her in the gut and vanishes just like the first one. Eros won't let her recover enough to fight him, her shirt is soaked with this obscure liquid she can't identify. It isn't blood, but it pours out at a quick pace burning her skin like acid, she's not dying but it almost feels that way.

Memories of the moment she fell in love with Leo get pulled from under her like a rug, and then Eros forces her to relive her first kiss, and how beautifully Mike behaved then. She'd pretended it hadn't been a big deal, but things changed between them after that night, she was too scared of what it meant and couldn't bring herself to face the truth.

"Give us Diocletian's scepter," Nico steps forward trying to shield her. "We don't have time for games." 

"Games?" Eros slaps him and Nico falls over from the sheer force of it. "Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards."

"Nico," Jason pants, tossed around by the wind in his attempts to fight Eros. "What does this guy want from you?"

"Tell him, Nico di Angelo. Tell him you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you ran from Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone."

"Stop it!" Ara gathers enough strength to stand. "I yield!" She can't recognize her voice, it's too full of despair. "Leave Nico out of it... You can have me."

"The children of Olympus have always belonged to me," Eros muses, his voice moving past her as quick as his arrows."But you, dear sister... you're just like me. People call me a monster, so what does that make you?"

Her hands are still clutching onto her past, trying to squeeze it out of existence. The one thing keeping her together was deep-rooted self-denial, and Eros wanted her to give it up. The moment she decided to pull her grief out, she would be nothing but an empty shell.

Ara's stomach twists with disgust as she struggles to speak. "Just don't... don't hurt Nico anymore."

She's the kind of person who wants to die undefeated, but she is willing to lose if it means she can right a wrong. This is what Hercules warned her about, Eros is right, all the children of Olympus have suffered through him, they are always bound to kneel before love and let it break them.

Eros sounds almost proud. "Very well. Though be warned, Di Angelo won't be excused forever."

"Enough," Ara takes a deep breath and speaks firmly. "You're right. I blamed you for my actions even when I was old enough to know better. I told those who asked that it was all you, that I was a victim..."

She collapses again, feeling like her insides are melting. Ara coughs a couple of times before continuing.

"I'm not the victim here. I'm not even cursed." Ara feels the tip of Eros's arrow pressing on her ribcage. "I am Leo Valdez's curse. If he keeps me he'll die... and I want to let it happen. And Michael Yew... Michael Yew was my first love. I refused to admit it, and Mike died thinking he had nothing to gain if he fought for his life. But that wasn't your fault, I decided to keep quiet. I'm the one who hurts everyone."

"Love is kind, but only if you care for it." The god's voice softens. "If you neglect it, it rots."

The staff falls at Nico's feet. Ara's hands cover her face and she sobs at last, overwhelmed by guilt. She cries her heart out, tightly holding onto the roots of her hair to exteriorize the pain that burns her gut.

All this time she's forced the world to acknowledge she can do everything while wounding the love it has for her. None of what she's done matters, because she keeps rejecting the things in life that would give them meaning.

"I'm sorry." Today, those words sting more than ever. "I was falling out of control and... Silena always said feeling too much was dangerous. I got scared."

Dark, beautiful, and so powerful it makes her cry like a baby, Eros materializes in front of her. "You misunderstood," he presses a hand to her chest, and Ara gets a high-level empath touch treatment, pulling out the poisoned love so she can breathe better. "Love conquers all, learn from it—only then you add to the legacy of my children of Olympus. Don't fight your emotions, feed them right."

He vanishes, leaving Ara with a warm and fuzzy sensation in her chest. Just a little uncomfortable, as it always is when true love strikes you for the first time.

"Why did you do that?" Weak steps get closer.

"I had to," Ara replies hoarsely.

"He wanted my confession."

"No, Eros thought you'd cave faster," she gazes down at the stain on her shirt, which is probably ruined for good. "We made a deal, and words don't get through to me, I'm a charmspeaker and a matchmaker."

"What's a matchmaker?" Jason approaches from her right.

"Someone who sees soul lights," she mumbles, still not looking at them. "People lit up like Christmas lights when they're near something they love, or thinking about it."

"Piper told me those are a myth," Jason continues. "But... I guess they're not?"

"It means you know what he wanted me to admit," Nico states in a strange voice.

Ara sits upright. "Eros just wanted heartache, Nico. We're full of it, but it was my turn to lose."

Nico kneels in front of her. "Why?" He asks confused and upset. "You could've told him just to hurt me and—"

"I wish I didn't care that I'm nothing next to my brother and you," she looks up at him bitterly, her lower lip quivering. "Because then I'd love you like before. We were good friends once, but I can't stand to have you near me. I'm just a weaker version of what you could be."

Ara uses her sword to steady herself and gets to her feet. Nico looks at her unmoving, an expression of shock on his face, but she doesn't want his compassion, so she looks away. The girl wants to sleep for a week, at last, she thinks she's done enough.

"Ara," Jason inches closer. "This must've taken a lot from you. Thank you." 

Her torso stings, and every time she takes a breath her chest tightens as if she's recovering from pneumonia. Ara feels a sharp cramp near her heart and she doubles over. Jason catches her and she has no choice but to let him. Nico looks like he wants to help, but she leans closer to the older boy.

"We have to take her back to the ship—"

"I'll do it," Nico offers promptly. "Shadow travel is faster. We don't know if her heart's okay, the arrow went right through it."

Ara glares at him, but to Nico, she looks as threatening as a wounded doe. "I overexerted myself, that's all. Been a while since I cried this way, but I'm not dying."

"We should be careful anyway, you're body went through a lot," Jason disputes. "Alright Nico, take us to the ship."

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