please please please let me get what i want (lord knows it would be the first time)
leo valdez x reader , hate at first sight , girl who’s nice to everyone but you , enemies to lovers , miscommunication , hurt and no fluff (not yet!)
summary : you and leo started out on bad terms, and you remained on bad terms while you both occupied the argo ii. after the argo ii crashed into an island and sent you flying off the deck and tumbling into the ocean don’t laugh it’s not funny, you lost your favorite necklace in it’s sandy shores. of course, you blame leo even though you know it wasn’t intentional. so, tired of this nonsensical rivalry, leo decided to make things up to you. but they don’t turn out the way he expected.
authors note : this was written with the deftones version of the song in mind, but either will work honestly
also! this plot was inspired by a reel i saw on insta, but i can’t remember or find who it was! if you know, please comment and i can credit her :))
warnings : some swear words, i use fuck once and a couple others
“What are you doing, (y/n)?” Percy stopped just before the waves hit the sand, watching as you waded around in knee-high water with your shoulders hunched over as you stared at the water and sand below you.
You looked up at him, your eyes still squinting and the rest of your face scrunched with worry, “I lost my necklace while we were landing because of Valdez’s inability to fly the boat he built.”
Your pointed tone was directed to the Latino who had been walking on the beach a few feet behind Percy. Being in earshot, Leo stopped in his tracks, various pieces of metal scraps tucked under his arm and numerous tools gripped in his calloused hands, “What kind of shit are you talking now, (l/n)?”
His tone held its usual bitter spite, but it also had a hint of something else. Exhaustion. His precious Argo II had crashed onto this gods-forsaken island mere hours ago, yet it felt as if he had spent years trying to find out what the hell was wrong with it so they could get back in the sky. His eyes ached with exhaustion and he couldn’t tell if his limbs felt heavy or if it was just the dozens of pounds of metal he was carrying.
“I’m not talking shit,” you shot back with far too much confidence for someone who was using her feet to comb through the continental shelf under the waves, “You crashed the boat. It’s your fault I flew off of the deck and into this water. Therefore, it’s because of you that my necklace fell off and I can’t find it.”
Leo, who had opened his mouth to shoot back some half-hearted response while you were speaking, fell silent. You were right. It was his fault.
Anyone who had been around you at all knew how much you loved that necklace. It had been a gift from your godly parent when you were claimed a few years ago, and you never took it off. You grasped the pendant in your palm when you felt anxious, and the majority of your outfits coordinated with its colors.
And now it was lost somewhere in the sand, and you may never find it. All because of him.
You were still staring at him, and your eyes narrowed in response to his lack of response. You hummed once, something that usually made Leo furious, but this time it felt like a slap in the face. You turned your attention back to the murky water you stood in, and Leo knew that the conversation was over.
Percy watched you for a few seconds, his eyebrows raised as you continued to go further and further into the translucent ocean. Finally, he turned his attention to Leo who still stood behind him, watching you.
“Hey, McShizzle Man, you okay?” he asked, concern filling his attempt at a casual tone.
Leo, who finally managed to pull his eyes away from you, nodded, a forced smile coming back to his face, “Perfectly fine, man. Nothing to worry about.”
He knew that Percy wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t really care.
“I found this stuff in the forest,” he said, nodding to the pieces of metal he held under his arms, “Not to jinx our luck, or anything, but I think it’s from my dad. I’m going to take it to Festus and see what I can do.”
Percy nodded, and Leo cursed him for having such a good poker face. As the dark haired boy opened his mouth again, Leo found himself nervous for what he might say.
“Awesome. You need anything?”
“Nah, man, I’m good. Thanks, though.” He would have walked away right there and then if Percy hadn’t looked like he wanted to say something else.
“Leo,” the older boy started out much quieter, his inflection already making Leo wish he was halfway across the beach, “That’s not your fault.”
He didn’t need to say or do anything for Leo to know that he was referring to the girl in the water who was mumbling nonsense about a stupid dragon.
“I know,” he said weakly, his eyes falling to the ground.
“The fact that you built an entire flying ship in like, three months is crazy impressive,” Percy said, his green eyes practically staring into Leo’s soul, “Don't beat yourself up because one thing went wrong.”
Leo swallowed, nodding, “Thanks, Percy.”
The boy nodded in response, and Leo finally left the beach.
It was only when he was on his back with a wrench in his hands that he allowed himself to dissect everything. The overall conclusion was that this was not looking very good for him.
First, he had made a joke about your godly parent when he first met you that did not go over too well, then he didn’t react too positively when Rachel spewed out green gas and said you were to go on the quest to California to retrieve Percy, and then he accidentally attacked Camp Jupiter, and now he lost your favorite necklace.
The first and the third events were excusable. In his mind, they were able to be taken completely separate and had no connection to his inability to get along with you. But when putting all four events together, he was beginning to understand why you didn’t like him so much.
As someone who experienced a large amount of bullying growing up, whether it be about him being poor, in foster care, or having an accent, it caused him physical pain in his chest to think that he might have been bullying you. And while he may not have been, if he didn’t change things very quickly, there would be no denying it.
It was rather unfortunate, the way things worked out. Upon first meeting you, Leo thought you were very pretty. He thought your eyes were very enchanting and that your hair was majestic, and overall he was mesmerized with how you looked. Unfortunately, when Leo gets tongue-tied, he tends to say whatever comes to his mind first. It was completely understandable that you were offended, and he wanted to immediately take it back. But it was too late. He had already made a horrible first impression, and you were not so kind to him after that.
When you had been chosen to go with them to California, Leo didn’t react too positively. It wasn’t as if he pouted, or anything. He would never pout. He may have rolled his eyes as Chiron made the announcement to the camp, but at the moment he didn’t think that was too bad.
Attacking Camp Jupiter was NOT his fault. He was possessed by an Eidolon, which was cleared up. End of story. You still liked to bring it up.
It wasn’t that Leo wanted to constantly bicker with you. In fact, he found it exhausting having to respond to every insult you threw at him. He would never say it out loud, but he wished that the two of you were friends. He saw the way that you had heart-to-heart conversations with Percy and Annabeth, some of your childhood friends, and the way that you threw around jokes with Piper, and how you were quick to form a bond with Jason, Frank, and Hazel, three people who you literally just met. You had a great relationship with everyone on the Argo II except him, and he hated it. All he wanted was for you to look at him and smile, the way you do with your eyes sparkling and your head tilting just a bit to the side.
Leo did not have a very good track record when it came to girls. It had never really been a problem until he found himself enamored with one, and incapable of doing anything about it. But something in the back of his mind knew that he wasn’t going to give up with you. All he needed was a way to get on your good side.
As the revelation came over him, the metal nut he had been working with fell on his forehead. He shot up from under his work station, nearly smacking his head hard enough to knock himself out.
But that didn’t matter, because he knew what to do to fix everything.
He was going to find your necklace.
“Oh my Gods, Percy, thank you!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around the green eyed boy. Percy, however, had a puzzled look on his face as he hesitantly returned the hug.
“Uh,” he started, his eyes flickering over to Annabeth, who shared his confusion, “What did I do?”
“My necklace. You found it,” you said, pointing to the familiar chain that now hung around your neck, “Thank you so much!”
Percy blinked, trying to figure out if he was being pranked or not, “Yeah, no problem.”
See, it really was no problem because he didn’t do it.
You might as well have been skipping with how joyful you were as you walked away, your hair flowing in the wind like Aphrodite was on your side she was. Leo pouted watched from afar, his hair still damp and his teeth clenched with frustration.
Fucking fantastic.
He had spent all night searching through that goddamn shoreline, praying to his father or Aphrodite or any other god or deity who would take pity on him that he found that damn necklace. And you thought Percy did it.
Leo had nothing against Percy. The guy was a great leader and an even better fighter. But at the moment, Leo despised the man. How dare he take credit for Leo’s hard work.
“You should tell her it was you,” Leo flinched at the sound of a voice behind him. Turning around, he found Nico di Angelo in his teen angst glory watching him with a strange look on his face.
“What?” Leo asked, caught off guard.
“You should tell (y/n) that you found her necklace for her,” Nico repeated, this time slower, as if he were speaking to a young child, “I think she would appreciate it more if she knew that you were the one who did it.”
“How do you figure that?” Leo was intrigued. He hadn’t spoken to the son of Hades much, and this was the first time he had approached Leo instead of the other way around.
Nico shrugged, “You’ve made it very clear that fire doesn’t mix with water. So she would know that there was more effort and intent behind it, since you don’t have Percy’s water magic shit. And she would like you more.”
Leo’s eyes narrowed, “What makes you think I want her to like me?”
Nico tilted his head and gave him a look that made Leo feel foolish for even asking, “Leo Valdez, I just watched you spend hours last night digging through the sand for her necklace. You don’t do something like that for someone you hate.”
A silence fell over them as Leo processed what Nico had just said. From what he could gather from Nico’s few days on the Argo II, he was pretty close with you. Before Leo could remember that Nico actually knew what he was talking about, he decided that he didn’t care whether you liked him or not. Leo just wanted to clear his conscience.
So what if he liked seeing you happy? So what if he felt a pit forming in his stomach when you hugged Percy? You should’ve been hugging him. You should’ve smiled at him. You should’ve-
“You’re not an idiot, Valdez,” Nico yawned, his hand coming up to rub his bloodshot eyes, “So don’t be stupid.”
“Where are you going?” Leo asked, his eyes following the boy as he turned to begin walking away.
“It’s time for my nap.”
“It’s not even noon.”
“You’re not in a place to judge me right now, Valdez.”
Leo cursed himself, realizing Nico was right. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to confess that he had been the one to find your necklace.
But would you believe him? And how would he even do it in the first place? It’s not like he could casually drop the news over dinner. Pull you aside during one of your “meditation walks” which was just a fun way to say your cooldowns so you didn’t punch someone?
Y'all I'm moving in a few weeks and what key words do I search on Pinterest to get inspo for "cabin 15 the way it's described in The Lost Hero" for my new room
here’s my contribution to day 1 of pjo pride month. pls boost (rb etc) bc i might or might not have spent 12 hours on this. i started yesterday. i did not sleep. i am so sleepy rn i might knock out
anyway yay nico di angelo [boost my tiktok post here]
Summary: you and leo have an on going prank wars. he has the brilliant idea to turn your hair red.
Warnings: i haven't written in a while and this is a revival piece. getting your hair dyed red I guess
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a/n: this has been completely changed . i have loads more to revisit but take forever. i've been working on this one for like a couple of months. school is a lot. first time posting a one shot on tumblr. if you know me in real life, you haven't seen this . thank you.
You and Leo had been in a prank war for a long time. Some of your friends preferred the term 'flirting.' The last prank he had pulled was a lot of glitter in your bed. Now, you had hit him back with a huge bucket of slime, over the door to bunker nine, and Leo had fallen straight into the trap.
"I'm going to get you back for this! You'll see!" he exclaimed, wiping the slime from his face, trying to suppress a grin. You took a Polaroid as you always did, and when it came out, you started shaking it. “Hey, no!” he exclaimed when he noticed what you were doing. Leo started running towards you to cover you in slime.
You let out a yelp, running away from the mechanic covered in smile. Campers around laughed. You entered your cabin and locked the door. Your siblings gave you confused glances until they heard Leo through the door: “I will get my revenge.” They all took a glance at the Polaroid in your hand, waiting for the reveal of what you had done this time. You scribbled the name of the prank and the date on the Polaroid before pinning it on your corkboard full of candids of Leo. They all surrounded you and laughed at the shot.
You dried your hair, and when you looked at the towel, it was stained red. You let out a scream, running to a mirror. Your hair was now fiery red, and clearly this dye had been made because it seemed to glimmer. Only one person was capable of such a prank. Leo Valdez. Your face matched your hair as you stormed out of the cabin. There was the annoying son of Hephaestus, grin spread wide, as he snapped a photo from your Polaroid camera. Your eyes widened. “Don’t steal my stuff!” you exclaimed, rushing towards him, grasping for the Polaroid camera.
He jumped backwards. “Thought I’d return the favour,” he grinned. “How’d you like your new hair, ginger?” His grin grew wider as he noticed your anger only growing.
“This isn’t even ginger. It’s full on red. How the fuck did you manage to pull this off?” you asked him, arms flying around. He snorted, and you brought your hands to your weapon, a murderous intent in your eyes. “I’m going to kill you, Leo.” You took more steps towards him, but he kept moving backwards, until he was backed against a tree.
“Don’t take a step forward, or I’ll drop your camera!” he threatened as he brandished the camera. This stopped you in your tracks as a worried look flashed across your face.
“You wouldn’t dare!” You stared at him intensely, and he met your glare.
“Try. Me,” he challenged, happy to be in a position of power. You hesitated, but continued moving forward, certain that Leo wouldn’t drop it.
Leo pretended to make the camera fall, and you went to save the camera.
When you realised that he hadn’t dropped it, a knowing grin made way across your face, “Knew you wouldn’t dare.”
He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. “As much as I love seeing your cute angry face, I know you would actually kill me if I did, and I don’t have the money to pay you back .”
“Right.” You got up in his face, trying to hide the flutter in your stomach. “Now don't ever touch my hair again, got it, Leonidas Valdez?” You snatched the camera from his hand.
“Oh, wow, full name,” his eyes widened in what seemed to be fear, but the teasing grin on his face said another story.
“You should be afraid!” you sassed, a small playful glimmer in your eyes.
“I’m terrified,” he joked, raising his arms in a mock surrender. He sent a teasing wink.
You rolled your eyes at his antics and scrunched up your face trying to look angry. “Watch your days!” You stormed off, a spring in your step.
“I think the red hair suits you really well, by the way,” he shouted after you.
Upon hearing the compliment, you almost tripped over yourself, which caused the brunette to laugh. You quickened your pace and brushed yourself off, pretending to be unfazed. He watched you walk away, a smile on his face like he’d won the lottery.
Leo was awaiting your next prank, but it seemed you were planning something serious, as no hidden traps were laid out in the next few days. Whenever you offered him something, he would ask you to try it first. You compelled, a small smile on your face. Leo’s suspicion kept growing, and when you came close, he often grabbed a friend as a shield. You thought that this was maybe enough of a prank, but no, you needed to get him back.
The dye used by Leo had been carelessly left around, and you had found it. That’s when you came up with an idea, and maybe you were thinking of matching hair colour.
You waited for the right moment to strike, and it came when he started one of his projects, where he spent many days in Bunker Nine. You knew for these days, he’d eat, sleep and shower in Bunker nine(if he even did). As he continued to work on his project, you slipped in. In this state, he barely noticed you, too engrossed in whatever he was doing. You managed to set up everything and were very satisfied with your work. Now, your idea was basically a carbon copy of Leo’s. However, you had another hidden goal in mind, further stimulating the allegations that you guys were dating.
You waited in a tree in front of Bunker Nine, camera in hand. It wasn’t long until Leo opened the door. He chuckled and called out your name. You waited patiently and positioned your camera for the perfect shot.
“C’mon, I know you’re around here somewhere!” He shouted, hands cupped around his mouth. “I can’t believe you dared to touch my hair!” he added, but he didn’t seem mad.
He brought one of his hands up into his hair. “Look at my beautiful locks ruined by you!” He fake-pouted. “Don’t you want to come out to take a photo?” He questioned and looked around. He didn’t seem angry at all; instead, there was a small skip to his step. He kept calling out your name.
When he spotted you, the red-haired boy posed for the camera. You raised your eyebrows at him. You took the shot and shook it. He made his way to your tree
“How’d you like your new look, Valdez?” you teasingly asked him.
He put his hands on the branch you were sitting on. He sent you a flirtatious wink, and you raised your eyebrow. He shrugged and tugged your hand.
“I think I wear it better than you,” he answered, his grin wide. He grabbed the photo from your hand.
You jumped down and tried to snatch back the photo. He held it out of arm’s reach, and you rolled your eyes, “ Seriously?”
He looked at the candid , looked at you, and then looked back at the candid.“No, actually, you’re right, you wear it so much better than me,” he said, his smile softening.
You shook your head, but you had a small smile on your face. “Uh, I was hoping you’d be upset,” y
“Of matching with you, never,” he grabbed the camera from your hand.
“Hey!” you put your hand up, but he kept the camera out of your reach.
He slid by your side, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pointing the camera towards the both of you.
“Cheese!” he exclaimed and smiled widely.
You feigned annoyance, but quickly ended up matching his smile.
He shook the Polaroid picture and gave the camera back to you.
“So, since we’re matching just like Annabeth and Percy, does that make us a thing?”
You laughed, embarrassed at the straightforwardness of the question.
“Uh, I- I mean-” “I guess my friends said this war was flirting”
“it was on my end. What about yours?”
“Yeah”
“Cool”
He pulled out a pen from his magical tool belt. He squiggled something on the back of the Polaroid picture before handing it to you. He ran away before you could read it.
meet me 7:30 strawberry fields? no prank I promise, just a date?
You smiled softly.
It wasn’t until later that Leo confessed he had left the dye hanging around on purpose for you to find.
Holy shit yes I do. I am legit the number one Clarisse fan hold up
Some of these fics will have more angst than others and also mind the tags, there will be things such as major character death and gore here
Please give these authors some love if you read them, all of these authors are so incredibly talented.
Starting with some self recs
the voice that urged orpheus when her body was found by World_Ender17 (that's me!!)
Silena Beauregard was dead.
Clarisse believed that sentence should never have existed. Silena is not - was not someone who seemed like the world could ever exist without. Silena's existence was a cornerstone in Clarisse's reality.
OR:
Following the loss of her best friend (and maybe more?), Silena, Clarisse's grief begins to take over. She decides on a last ditch attempt to bring back the person who meant the most to her, no matter the cost.
only the death of me by World_Ender17
After Silena dies at the hands of a drakon, things still aren't over for her.
Strings are pulled, and Silena has to come back and face the rest of camp, but especially Clarisse, about what she has done.
i will survive, but i'll never recover by World_Ender17
Silena knew she would die.
And that was okay.
…
So Silena was surprised, to say the least, when she woke up.
someday i'm gonna be somebody people want by World_Ender17
Clarisse, much to her annoyance, has been paired up for a quest with her long time enemy Silena. Through a combination of forced proximity and Clarisse's past haunting her, she might have to reconsider her opinion that children of Aphrodite are all self absorbed and airheads.
keep my hand in yours by World_Ender17
Clarisse didn't know how to respond. There was no good way to tell your girlfriend that you were having a mental breakdown, and that you were probably losing your grip on reality.
~
AKA, Clarisse wakes up from a nightmare, and it only gets worse from there
Okay now onto the recs from other people
backlit in the bug stained porch lights by Jupitersrising @jupitersrising
They were best friends—which sounded so small now, so childish. How could someone boil down all those years into two words? How could that encapsulate the feeling of Silena wiping the blood from her cheeks after her first quest, kissing her square on the mouth so hard her teeth ached.
“We were the best of friends,” Clarisse sing-songed, tilting her head back to look at him. Like joking about it would wrap back around into severity, like she could make it more serious if she laughed.
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Or: Clarisse keeps seeing the ghost of the girl she loved.
Asgsfafgdjahsgafagshsga is this fic so good I think about it on a weekly basis
I forget you are gone (How could it be anyone but you?) by wewerebothborntoday (mxgicxltrxgedy)
At a Halloween party during her junior year of college, Clarisse La Rue sees a vision of someone who died a long time ago.
tofu and chickpeas by morrigancrows @mallorykeen
Percy can't stand meat after the Battle of Manhattan. Neither can Clarisse
Silena isn't alive/present in this one but oh boy is she haunting the narrative
Letters to Silena by Blue_stars44
"If anyone reads this I will hunt you down, break all of your bones individually, throw you into the Lavapit and feed your remains to Ms O'Leary. I mean it"
Or, if Clarisse was persuaded to start to have a diary shortly before the events of the last Olympian
Or, a retelling of the events of the Last Olympian and HoO from Clarisse's POV
with loneliness. with needs by morrigancrows @mallorykeen
Clarisse had always been shit at farewell.
Sapphic Summer Riordanverse Week Fourteen: Goodbye, For Now
if i slumber forevermore by andimissmylovergirl @andimissmylovergirl @its-hard-to-let-go-of-an-echo
By this time tomorrow, Camp Half-Blood would be different. Even if they won, things would never be the same, for the worse. A sigh rippled through Silena.
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“Thought you might be here.” Clarisse settled into the sand beside her, leaning on her own palm.
Or:
Silena spends the night before the Battle of Manhattan on the beach, mulling over her treachery, when Clarisse approaches her and accidentally gives her an idea of how to solve everything. Aka Silena is a self-sacrificial AF.
Written for Femslash August!!! Wish upon a Star
Title is from the English translation of My Clematis from Alien Stage
soldier on (achilles come down) by pineappleking @pineapplekingsworld
Clarisse La Rue is generally hot-tempered, arrogant, brave, and strong — like most children of Ares. She's lost track of how many people have told her she's destined for greatness. She knows she could be a great hero, maybe even as legendary as Achilles.
When Luke tries to sneak into Camp Half-Blood through the Labyrinth, everyone looks to Clarisse to help guard and protect camp. Clarisse starts to crumble under the pressure. During the summer leading up to the Battle of the Labyrinth, Clarisse finds support and encouragement where she never thought she would: Silena Beauregard. Friendship, and maybe something more, blossoms where it shouldn’t.
OR: a Clarisse x Silena fic that spans from The Battle of the Labyrinth to The Last Olympian and parallels Achilles and Patroclus' relationship.
when they point to the pictures (please tell them my name) by young_authoress
Clarisse La Rue knew she was going to die. She knew from the moment she heard the monster. It wasn’t a choice, it was an accepted fate. A fate her teenage self swore.
That when another drakon dared to cross her, she’d let it take her.
Survivor’s guilt, you could say.
or,
reflections of a life that was lived in the name of a girl who couldn’t
hold me like a knife by pineappleking @pineapplekingsworld
“Relax, Clarisse."
“If I relaxed my body now, I’d fall apart,” Clarisse says, huffing out a cold laugh. “I’ve always lived like this, and it’s the only way I know how to go on. If I relaxed even for a second, I will cease to exist as the only thing I was ever meant to be: a weapon.”
“You’re more than that,” Silena tells her. “You are.”
xxx
Silena Beauregard is a princess and heir to her mother’s throne. She’s busy trying to prove herself as more than just a pretty face. To do that, she’s going to have to betray her kingdom and all of the people she loves.
Clarisse is a knight. She was raised by the sword, by her anger. Now, she is sworn to protect the princess. As a knight, she must be devoted to those she serves. Utterly and completely devoted. That’s certainly the only reason she thinks about Silena as often as she does. No other reason…
Legit a staple of the Ruegard fandom. Fucking amazing as hell
So stay with me, hold my hand. / There’s no need to be brave. By Umbreon545
Silena dies in Clarisse’s lap, solidifying their fates as Patroclus and Achilles reincarnated.
Or,
Apparently it takes a Drakon killing her lesbian situationship to get clarisse involved
live & die this way by pineappleking @pineapplekingsworld
Clarisse La Rue doesn’t fall in love. She tackles people on the rugby field, screams into microphones, and ghosts anyone who gets too close. She has no idea what she wants to do with her life other than continue playing music.
Silena is the editor-in-chief of the university newspaper. She's supposed to have it all figured out: the perfect boyfriend, the curated friend group, the easy smile that keeps people from asking too many questions. Everyone expects her to marry her boyfriend, Charles Beckenforf, immediately after college. No one knows she broke up with him two weeks ago.
When Clarisse and Silena get paired up for an assignment, they start to realize they were very very wrong about each other.
OR: a queer coming-of-age story about identity, messy crushes, and learning how to want without fear.
This fic was actually what got me into Ruegard in the first place!!
Hope you enjoyed!! There are probably more fics out there but these are my top few
Ruegard.. Know How is comphet Silena and her doubts about Kronos,, Drown You Out is Clarisse only coming to terms with her identity after Silena’s death..
