your son of dionysus x leo valdez stuff is probably top 3 best pjo fanfiction/imagine i have ever read and i am so sad that it’s so short could u please please please write part 4 im begging u thanks
I’m so glad you like it! I hope you enjoy part 4 (!) of Leo x dio kid reader
After the concerning breakdown you had in the forest, Leo keeps more of an eye on you
he’s not worried, exactly, he figures you’ve been dealing with it long enough to have at least a vague handle on the situation
but it freaked him out!
it’s more that he wants to see you’re still… you
it feels a little helicopter parent, honestly
it takes three days before you get a little fed up with the sound of eggshells being walked on and you find Leo somewhere in camp
you grab him unceremoniously by the hand, interrupting whatever conversation he was having, and take him somewhere private
before Leo even has the chance to open his mouth, you stop him
“no, you’re gonna answer my questions first. Are you scared of me?”
your voice and words boast cold confidence, but there’s a waver in your eyes, like you’re afraid to know the answer
leo pauses, looking at you like a new kind of machine, some unique piece of engineering he wants to take apart and put back together to figure out how you work
“…no, I’m not scared of you.”
there’s a minute release of tension in your body, but there are still a few answers you need
“so why are you tiptoeing around me like you’re gonna put a foot wrong and a mine is gonna go off?”
you haven’t let go of Leo’s hand, and the boy really has to focus on your words rather than the feeling of your slightly larger, smoother fingers against his rough, mechanic-worn skin
“um. I think. Maybe I’m worried about you. And I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would tell someone if you were having a bad day and i wanna be the person you come to when you’re having a bad day ‘cause I think I’m pretty good at making bad days better or at least a bit less bad?”
he talks fast and stumbles over a few words but you get the message
there’s a stunned silence as you take in his answer, blinking at him blankly
leo fidgets as the silence continues, the feeling growing that he’s just put his foot in his mouth
until your lips twitch up into a small smile
“so… you weren’t kidding? That you… were gonna be there for me? Wanted to be?”
leo almost rolls his eyes, looking up at the sky as if to ask the gods why they had to make him like such a moron
“what the fuck did you think i was doing? Do you think I just lie for the fun of it?”
your cheeks flush wine-pink and Leo grins
“what, you’re blushing ‘cause of little ol’ me?”
you blush harder and laugh, your frustration with him dissipating into nothing
“shut the fuck up, Valdez, just ‘cause you’re cute doesn’t mean i won’t kick the crap outta you”
not a single word of the threat is registered, Leo hears nothing past the word ‘cute’
he tugs on your joined hands, smiling wider and wider, brown eyes sparkling with happy candlelight flames
“you think I’m cute?”
you allow him to pull you a little closer, but you regain a little control when you loop an arm around his neck, passing off your blush to him
“i think you’re absolutely adorable, honey”
leo’s ears catch fire and his hands clap over his head to put them out, muffling the sound of your cackling laughter
his eyes are drawn to your lips as you say something, watching carefully as he lip-reads the words ‘can’ ‘I’ ‘kiss’-
he doesn’t let you finish, surging forward and up and pressing his lips to yours, hands moving away from his ears to bury themselves in your hair
gods you taste like fermented fruit, like liqueur cherries and strawberry wine and he’s not sure if he’s set himself on fire again or if that’s just what it feels like to kiss you
and you’re kissing him back, hands cupping his cheeks and Leo is pretty sure he could die (again) and it wouldn’t matter where he went because he’d always be in elysium
i LOVE your writing, you're so talented!! can i request a leo valdez x reader pirate au? leo is a pirate, reader's a witch he has his eye on for some time and it's slow burn and steamy and really magical overall lmao sorry i get too carried away (also sub whimpery leo pretty please)
oh my GOD i love these kinds of requests, let’s go right ahead
content warnings! there is smut at the end of this, containing a desperate leo, who very much gets off on his witch’s pleasure
The bell above the door rings and I don’t even turn around. “Sorry, we’re closed right now, come back tomorrow.”
There’s a pause, during which I assume whoever walked in had left. I jump out of my skin when there is a voice instead. “…Isn’t that bad for business when your shop is on the docks?”
I whirl around, magic singing at my fingertips like a reflex, eyes wide and glaring. Somehow, the voice matches the person; he’s short-ish, curly, very dark brown hair, tanned in a way that you only get from being on the sea almost every day. He’s got a loose shirt, billowy as a cliche, almost cinched at the waist with a belt laden with… general sailor crap, I guess.
His eyes are as wide as mine, and clearly the pause lasts a little too long for him to be comfortable. He clears his throat. “I was told there was a sea witch here?”
“That depends.” I hide my hands behind my back and straighten up behind the counter. “Who told you that?”
The guy slowly closes the door behind him, quieting the noise from the docks to a low hum. “You know that saying ‘that depends’ is always a ‘yes’?”
I roll my eyes and shrug, relaxing and leaning my forearms on the top of the counter, loose sleeves grey and dull against the dark wood. “Do you only talk in questions?”
He opens his mouth and promptly closes it. I smirk and I can see the way his cheeks go pink even in my shadowy shop and his tanned skin. Clearing his throat, he steps forward, a hand held out.
“Leo Valdez, first mate and engineer for the Argo II.”
My fingers curl around his, ringed and decorated against his rough, bare hand. “I’d say a pleasure, but it’s more a confusion. The Argo II? Really?”
“Hey, it’s my ship, I’ll call it what I want,” Leo frowns, and our hands break apart. “And I know it’s already been hours since I walked in-“
“Three minutes,” I correct him.
“-but do you think I could grab a couple protection charms before I reach my time limit and my captain gives me a verbal lashing worth ten physical ones?”
My eyes narrow. “How many is ‘a couple’?”
Leo does some mental mathematics, then counts on his fingers. “…five.”
“Five?” I run my hand over my head, barely brushing my bandana. “…fine, but payment first.”
His hands go to his belt, beginning to rifle through the pouches and pockets. “Oh, yeah, how much?”
With a cough, I rap my knuckles against the counter surface. “Not monetary, First Mate Valdez.” Yes, the capitalisation is verbalised. “I want a secret.”
He freezes, and slowly retracts his searching fingers. “You want a secret?”
I reach behind me towards the boxed shelves against the wall, and a beautiful curled seashell jumps into my hand. It’s a creamy-pink, and my rings clink softly against the surface as my fingers fit neatly into the grooves of the curl.
“A secret.” I set the shell down and look at him expectantly. “Better be quick for your captain and all.”
Clearly, this takes a minute for Leo to process, the whir of clockwork thoughts almost audible in the subdued atmosphere of my shop. I wait patiently; it’s on his head if he wants to take his time, I guess.
A minute goes by before he appears to reboot. Shaking his head a little, he exhales and braces his hands on the counter. “Okay, okay, a secret, huh? Okay… sometimes I make up problems in the underneath of the boat so I can go be by myself, and none of the others know because I can use complicated language that only the captain understands.”
The silvery thread of his words spins invisibly from his lips, something thin and delicate but reasonably strong. It’s a pretty big secret for Leo; not something I’m particularly impressed by, but maybe he just doesn’t have many secrets.
The secret fills the seashell neatly. I kiss my thumb and swipe it over the shell opening, sealing the secret. Leo looks baffled and intrigued, but has the sense not to ask, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as I tuck the seashell back onto the shelf behind me.
“Five protection charms…” I mutter to myself, the wooden floor creaking under my feet as I search the shop. There’s no way I have five matching ones, so I end up with a mismatched collection of seaglass against misfortune, weather abnormalities, two for favourable winds and one for aiming true with a blade.
I dangle them in front of Leo’s face, each one strung on a leather cord, and explain which is which. “Good enough?”
“Good enough.” He grabs the charms with a bright smile and brighter eyes. “Thanks, witch!” And he bolts.
Damn, guess that captain of his is serious.
/// /// ///
I barely spare Leo a thought until a few weeks later when he bursts through the door and making me jump out of my skin again. He’s soaked, head to toe, dripping onto my floor, and somehow steaming.
“…Can I help you?” I raise an eyebrow as he pants, raking wet curls out of his face.
“You got something for not being the unlucky motherfucker that got squid-ed?”
I blink. A smirk twitches at my lips. “I’m sorry, ‘squid-ed’?”
“Squid-ed.” Leo takes a breath and grabs a piece of seaglass from around his neck. “I got squid-ed. Tentacled. Non-consensually ejected from my own ship by a multi-legged bitch with a beak.” He drops the protection charm on the counter, where it becomes evident it’s split in two. “Anything to help with that?”
There’s a beat before I’m able to swallow my laugh. “Okay, first of all, stop dripping on my floor.” I brush my hand out like I’m sweeping dust, and the puddle that’s accumulated at his feet creeps back out the door like a scolded child.
Leo watches with abject fascination until I clear my throat. “Oh, oh, yeah-” And the steam around him intensifies, clouds of warmth seemingly produced from him until he’s almost completely dry. I shoo the steam out the crack of a window, a chill facade masking wonder at what the hell just happened.
“Now that’s sorted,” I clap my hands, rings clinking. “You’ll need something specifically against aberrations or something that dulls your aura enough that monsters won’t be able to detect you.”
Leo sucks in air through his teeth. “Sounds expensive.”
“But worth it.” I’ve already turned around, searching my shelves for what I need. “I’m guessing you got stuck with the charm for true aim, right?”
“Yeah,” Leo sighs, his eyes darting over the contents of the shop for apparently the first time. Well, it’s only the second time he’s been here, I guess. “I was late so I got stuck with the useless one.”
I shoot him a stern look over my shoulder as I pull and snip a length of copper wire. “Word of advice? Don’t disparage a witch’s spells in front of her, especially when she’s currently making you a new one. And anyway, the glass split, so the charm did its job.”
He makes an absentminded sound and I watch as he pokes at a jar of coral. I snort in amusement as the coral snaps at him with needle teeth against the glass. Leo shakes his head again, pretending to casually saunter back to the counter. “Yeah, once. I had to throw my sword into the squid’s beak ‘cause it was going to eat me so I wanted to piss it off.”
“And you’re still here, so my magic did its job,” I point out, setting copper wire, pink sea glass, six wooden beads and a bottle of lily oil. “It only had one use because that’s all I had last time you were here.”
Leo frowns at my materials, but it’s a look of curiosity, of looking for a solution he can’t quite solve. After a moment or two, he looks up at me. “Payment first? I got some good secrets.”
“Payment first,” I agree, but hold up a hand as he opens his mouth. “But I don’t want a secret. I want to know how you dried yourself off.”
“…but I had a secret prepared.”
Leo shifts his weight from foot to foot, and I grin at his discomfort. “Clearly, but I don’t care about that. Tell me how you did it, and I’ll make you a strong aberration deterrent.”
I think I can see the scales being weighed in his head - I’ve only met him twice, and he’s had more thought processes in a sum of ten minutes than most people have in a day.
“Percy could probably save me… but I really don’t want to be squid-ed again,” he mutters, fingers drumming against the counter before his hand lands flat. “Okay, deal.”
I gesture with my hand, as if to say ‘you have the floor’. Leo lifts his hand and his fingers spark, sputter smoke, and light. A controlled flame, barely enough for candlelight, flickers at his fingertips.
My eyes widen, glancing between him and the almost playful fire dancing and throwing light onto my shop walls. Slowly, I reach under the counter and grab a small jar, setting it down. I hold out my hand, barely an inch away from his. “May I?”
Leo raises his eyebrows but nods. Carefully, like I’m handling something delicate and breakable, I take the flame from him and gently place it in the jar. I replace the lid on the jar and the flame dims, wiggles, and brightens again like it just realised it can breath just fine.
“Perfect,” I whisper, setting the jar off to the side. Leo watches the whole thing, his lips pressed together like he’s physically holding his questions in his mouth.
There’s an odd kind of calm that descends over the shop, a bubble of magic that focuses me as I weave Leo’s aberration protection. I douse my hands in oil of lily, and thread the beads around the sea glass in the centre with the copper wire, green strings of my magic tightening the knots and the loops and stabilising the sea glass into a proper, durable talisman.
At the quiet snap of my fingers, Leo passes me his broken protection charm, setting it in my outstretched palm. I separate the broken glass from the leather cord and string the cord into the talisman to make a necklace.
I know he can’t see it, but the talisman glows with a soft but steady green-pink light, and I hold it out with a smile and sense of satisfaction.
Leo accepts the necklace with something like reverance, and slips it over his head, tucking it under his shirt. “…no more getting squid-ed?”
I laugh and nod, leaning on the counter with my elbows. “No more getting squid-ed, while you have it on.”
He nods in satisfaction, glances briefly at his flame in the jar, and heads for the door. “My appreciation, witch, is all yours.”
“And the pleasure,” I wink. “Is mine too.”
Leo missteps at my wink and manages to miss the door handle. His flustered exit is soundtracked by my cackle.
/// /// ///
It’s a whole year before I see Leo again. The oddly charming, easily flustered first mate of the Argo II fades to the background of my life as I deal with familiar clients, gain new ones and lose a few old ones.
His flame still glows happily in its jar on my shelf, flickering and dancing within its confines to some invisible music. It’s through this that I know Leo is okay- the flame is linked to him, it used to be a part of him, so it has a connection. Whether or not he knows this, I have no idea, but he’s hardly unique in this; I have many jars containing a tiny link to people, a little something so I know who is nearer.
And… maybe it’s a reminder that there is a world beyond my shop.
I know that, of course, but being a witch of Amphitrite can have some stigma attached to it around the docks. Sticking to my four walls is safe, people come to me if they know me and need me, and I don’t do much beyond that.
It’s late when there’s a knock on my door, past dusk, past even the night fishers heading out for the evening.
“Come back tomorrow,” I call out, sat in the middle of my shop on the floor with a notebook and pencil.
“But I haven’t seen you in so long,” comes the voice, and it takes me a minute to place it as the voice speaks again. “I don’t want anything, can I come in?”
“…Leo?”
The door creaks open, and he peeks inside. His hair is longer - obviously it is, it’s been a year - but his eyes are exactly the same. Wide, curious, filled with more questions than the universe is equipped to answer.
“Hey, witch.”
I expect to bristle at the term, so often used in fear or anger or anxious reverence. Instead, his mouth wraps around the syllables with something like affection.
After a moment, I beckon him to come in. He does so, and promptly sits on the floor with me. “What are we doing?”
I smirk a little at the ‘we’. “I’m taking stock.”
Leo cocks his head, leaning over to look at my notebook page. “…from the floor?”
“From the floor.” I nod, resuming my stock-taking. My eyes go over my shelves, letting the contents speak; which ones need more, which ones can wait, which ones are sure they will be used soon so I should get more just in case.
Leo is quiet, just watching me as I make notes in my book. His hands reach into his pouches at his belt, seemingly unconsciously, and fiddles with whatever he finds.
After a while, I pause my note-taking, looking over. “…Why are you here?”
He doesn’t seem surprised by the question, and his lips pull into a soft but real smile. “I missed you.”
Not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. “You… missed me?”
Leo nods, spinning a thin, short wooden dowel in his fingers. “Yep. I missed you, so when we docked, I came over. That okay?”
Warmth pulses in my chest, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. There’s a long quiet, or at least it feels long, before I find the words to respond.
“Yeah, that’s… that’s okay.”
Leo stays until I’m done, quiet and occupying his busy hands with anything in reach. When I’m finished, he helps me stand up and asks me if I need anything, then gives me a small, honest smile before leaving.
I’m left with a strange longing in my chest and a coolness in the spot he was sitting. He missed me.
Hm.
/// /// ///
This time, it’s only two days before Leo is back. This time, he has a wrapped box in his hands and a skip in his step.
My eyes narrow as he waltzes through my door. “Can I help you?”
“Yes.” He sets the box down on the counter with a flourish. “I have fruits that need to be eaten and a need to spend time with my favourite witch.”
My confused silence clearly makes him nervous, and his bravado cracks somewhat. “…is that, like… okay? Is it weird, did I make it weird? It’s Piper’s idea, blame her-“
I laugh as Leo starts rambling, holding up a hand to stop him. “No, no, it’s not weird- well, it is, a bit, but I like it. No one has ever brought me a box of fruit.”
Nor wanted to spend time with me without wanting something.
Leo relaxes, sighing in relief as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thank fuck, I was gonna have to throw myself to the Kraken otherwise.”
“Drastic, and fortunately unnecessary,” I reassure him, pulling at the knot of the fabric surrounding the box to undo it. The wrap falls open, a sweet scent bursting from the box and curling around me like a hug. “…Wow.”
We end up behind the shop, where I actually live. It’s small, contained, but Leo fits neatly into the space like a piece of my puzzle. The fruit covers my dining table once it’s unboxed, and we eat with our hands, fingers sticky with juice. He tries to roast a blueberry and I almost fall off my chair laughing at the face he pulls when he eats it.
The sun has set by the time the fruit is gone, our voices softer and a little tired but persisting anyway.
Leo’s eyes meet mine, warm and brown and happy. “You know I like you, right?”
My heart does a funny little thing in my chest. “Yeah, I know.”
The lull is thick but not uncomfortable. Leo taps his fingers and opens his mouth again. “I can wait. I waited a year to see you again, I can wait some more.”
“Wait for what?” My voice is quiet, curious, a little hesitant.
He shrugs, standing up and picking up the empty fruit box, putting the fabric wrap inside it. “For you to like me too.”
His lips meet my forehead and he leaves, the bell above my shop door echoing his departure. I stay sat for a while, my magic humming in my veins like it knows something I don’t, and wonder if I’ll have to wait another year to see him again.
/// /// ///
I only have to wait a month. Then I only have to wait a week and a half, and then suddenly I’m seeing Leo every few days. Sometimes he asks me for spells, a charm for someone or other, but mostly he just… talks to me. He asks about the magic, the spells, the components and what they mean. I explain his talisman, replace one of the wooden beads that has cracked, and I ask him about his ship in return.
Once he comes with a blonde, grey eyes that sing with intelligence. She doesn’t introduce herself, Leo simply stares at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I feel a little like she’s scrutinising, opening me up with surgical precision and examining what she sees. Apparently, I pass whatever exam she had in her head, and she gives Leo a nod before turning and leaving without a word.
Leo beams, hops up on my counter and launches into a spiel about recent repairs he’d made on the Argo II.
He doesn’t say he likes me again, but I’d have to be utterly ignorant to not see the way he looks at me, the way his flame in a jar on my shelves glows a little brighter whenever he comes in, the way he looks like a puppy with a treat when I thank him or tell him he did a good job.
He fixes shelves and sands down my counter, and when I say I can do it myself, he simply winks and replies, “I know, but those hands should focus on magic. I like helping you, chica, please let me.”
Slowly, he becomes a part of my shop. Regulars know him, and Leo knows where everything is on my shelves, even anticipating some of the more common components I need and gathering them for me.
Leo becomes a part of my magic.
/// /// ///
The knock on my door feels like someone is hammering directly on my head. My magic, always a little more volatile when I’m annoyed or exhausted, buzzes like a wasp under my skin.
“What?” I snap at whoever is outside, honestly harsher than I’d meant to but I don’t have the energy to take it back.
Leo’s head peeks inside cautiously as he opens the door a few inches. “…You don’t sound happy.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not,” I gripe, rubbing my temples with my fingers to try and alleviate the throbbing behind my eyes. Leo slips inside and pads over, and I don’t even have to see him to know the look of concern across his face.
“Anything I can help with?” He offers. “Gathering something? Assisting in murder? Do you need a hug?”
All three propositions are said in an equally earnest tone that brings a tiny smile to my lips. “Thanks, Leo, I’m just pissed off - some twat wants ten infatuation charms and no matter how many times I told him I don’t do that, he kept pushing and said they better be done by the end of the week or he’ll throw me into the sea.”
Leo’s eyes widen in alarm. “That sounds really very not good.”
“I can deal with him,” I shrug, rubbing the heel of my palm into one of my eyes. “Bit pointless throwing a sea witch into the sea, but he can try. I’m more inclined to go warn everyone in the village that there’s a creep wanting love spells.”
“Still,” Leo frowns, leaning on the counter and gently pulling my hand away from my eye. “He shouldn’t have threatened you. How about a hug, then we go cause some murder?”
I laugh, tired but real. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
Leo grins and makes his way around the counter to be on my side, not hesitating to wrap me up in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth soaking into me. My arms loop around his waist, and the tension in my body loosens just a little.
“I’m sorry that guy was a dick,” he mumbles into my hair, lips brushing my temple. “My witch doesn’t deserve to be threatened.”
“I can take him,” I murmur, eyes closed as I bury my nose into his shirt, the smell of the sea perpetually clinging to the material. I pull back, looking at him with a tired smirk. “You don’t get to fuck with a witch and just leave.”
His arms squeeze me tighter for a second, his grin directed full power at me. “That’s my girl.” And he kisses me on the cheek.
We both freeze.
For four, long, agonising seconds, nothing happens. Then Leo opens his mouth.
“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it- well, no, I did mean it, definitely meant it, but I didn’t mean to actually do it- I mean, I kinda did, ‘cause I like you a lot and I think I might love you- shit, I didn’t meant to say that-”
“Leo.”
His jabbering mouth snaps shut and he looks very much like he’s trying not to set his cheeks on fire from how red they are. I make him wait another four seconds, just because I can, then… “Do it again.”
Leo makes a noise of confusion, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not grin like an idiot. “You heard me. Do it again.”
Slowly, cautiously, like he’s approaching a feral animal, Leo leans in and gently kisses my cheek again. He barely moves away, his lips hovering over my skin so close I can feel his shallow breaths. “Again.”
It feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop but wants to make the most of the situation while it’s still in the air. He kisses my cheek again, a little closer to my lips. “Again.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, barely a touch of his lips to mine, and I swear I can feel his heart trying to escape his chest.
“Again.”
He hesitates, big brown eyes looking into mine like he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating. I quirk my eyebrow. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
And just like that, Leo surges forward to capture me in a kiss. His hands fly from my back to my cheeks, slightly shaky as he cups my face. The kiss is hot, meltingly so, and Leo becomes breathless immediately as he presses kiss after kiss like he wants to memorise the shape of my mouth.
My hands grip at his sides, fingers curling into his shirt as I keep him close, my tongue swiping at the seam of his lips and earning myself a tiny whimper as Leo lets me deepen the kiss.
“Oh my gods,” he mumbles into the kiss, the words coloured in disbelief and tentative excitement. “I’m kissing you- you’re letting me kiss you, oh my gods, thank you-”
I laugh into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip to get him to whimper again, the sound crawling under my ribs and curling up next to my heart. “You’re thanking me?”
“Yes.” He says it like it’s obvious, of course he’d thank me, why wouldn’t he? “It’s a gift.” Another deep, longing kiss. “Should always be grateful for gifts.”
“Gods, you’re so cute,” I breathe, my hands running up from his waist into his hair. Leo honest-to-gods wobbles on his knees, a single compliment enough to have him wavering with what little composure he has.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers, kissing me again like he’ll forget how to breathe if he stops. “Don’t do that because then I’ll have to get on my knees and I don’t know if you’d be okay with that.”
Oh, that just sounds like an invitation. A wicked grin spreads across my face and I tug lightly at his curls. “Aww, but you’d look so good on your knees for me.”
“Fuck-” Leo inhales sharply, visibly shuddering. “Is that what you want? I can do that, shit, I’ll do anything you want, please, just let me taste you.”
His begging simmers hot and heavy in my stomach. I slip a hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, and gently push.
Leo, eyes wide and kiss-swollen lips parted, goes down beautifully easy. His knees land with a soft thud on the wooden floor, his hands reaching out to tangle in my loose, layered skirt. I was right - he looks so fucking good on his knees.
“Go on,” I murmur after a moment of him just looking at me like he’s not sure I’m real. “You wanted to taste me, right?”
He nods so quickly I’m briefly worried he’ll give himself whiplash. Trembling but still dexterous hands undo my belt and pull down my skirt, his breath audibly catching. My shirt falls over my hips like it did it on purpose, and Leo actually whines as the fabric obscures his view.
“No, come back-”
It’s impossible to stifle my laugh as he paws at my thighs, pushing the edge of the shirt up to my stomach with trembling hands. Leo pouts up at me, but his sulking lasts maybe two seconds before he drags his nose over the tops of my thighs. “Gods, you smell so good.”
The first touch of his lips between my legs is soft, barely a kiss, but it sends a shiver up my spine and a ripple through my magic. With gentle hands, he coaxes my thighs further apart and I lean back against the counter, bracing my hands against the edge with a steadying breath.
The second touch is firmer, a little more confident. Leo grips at my thighs, fingers dimpling the flesh as he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to my folds. The soft noise I let out is lost under the wanton groan that Leo makes, like he’s been looking for something for forever and has finally, finally been allowed to find it.
There’s no more hesitation, Leo burying his face in my pussy with reckless abandon. Each moan vibrates through my entire body, his tongue hot and eager as it laps up the mess already weeping from me. His hands squeeze at my thighs, like he’s physically holding himself back from digging his fingers in to ground himself as he gets utterly lost in my taste.
One of my hands remains gripping the edge of the counter, but the other finds a new home amongst his curls, tangling in the strands. Each accidental tug earns a muffled moan until they’re no longer accidental, and I pull his mouth to exactly where I want it to be.
He doesn’t resist, following my lead. His lips wrap around my clit and suck, and he visibly shivers when the action pulls a sharp gasp from my chest. He does it again and again until I forcibly pull him off, redirecting him a little lower. I can feel my release glowing hot and bright in my stomach, my breathing shortening as my heart pounds and stutters in my chest.
“Leo,” I moan, and he opens his eyes to look up at me. Words vacate my head as our gazes meet, my mind going blank at the shiny glaze of his eyes, his pink cheeks pressed to the insides of my thighs.
My restraint breaks as the sweet boy whimpers against my pussy. Head thrown back, my fingers grip his hair painfully tight as I come on his tongue, a breathy cry pulled forcefully from my lips. Leo whines, licking up every drop of release, drinking it down until my legs are shaking and I have to push him away to be able to breathe. My magic shimmers around me like waves of heat, distorting the air above my skin with a silvery shine.
He sits back on his heels, panting, his lower face glistening, and I watch with aroused fascination as a droplet rolls down his neck. The smile on his face is almost pure despite the debauchery that inspired it, and his hands lay still on his lap. My shaky hand cards through his hair and if he could purr like a cat, he would.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Leo shifts on his knees, swallowing, a hint of nerves in his voice as he speaks. “Did I- Was it- good?”
“Yeah, sweet boy,” I huff a laugh, hand leaving his hair to cup his chin, thumb stroking over his jaw affectionately. “That was… yeah, you did a really good job.”
He melts, leaning into my hand as his body sags in relief. “Oh, thank the gods, I think I would have cried if you’d said anything else.”
I laugh again, gently lifting his chin up until he takes the hint and stands up on wobbly knees. Leo grabs onto the counter either side of me, slightly shaky, and he rests his forehead against mine. “Did I help, lovely witch of mine?”
“You did.” My hands loop around his waist, pulling him closer until his front is flush with mine. A short hiss escapes his lips and I raise an eyebrow. “…you okay, sweetheart?”
Leo has been blushing this entire time, but he’s never been more red than the moment after I asked that tiny question. “I-I’m fine, just…” He shifts a little and damp fabric brushes again my lower stomach.
My eyes widen, heat and delight curling in my gut as I look down, then back up. “Did you-?”
“I really, really liked eating you out,” he confesses, quiet and shy. I cup his face with both hands this time, pulling him into a messy, fierce kiss, moaning as I taste myself on his tongue. He makes a noise of surprise before sinking into it, his arms weaving around my waist.
I break the kiss, giggling as he tries to chase my lips with a needy whine. “Oh, I’m keeping you.”
Leo closes his eyes and grins nuzzling into my cheek. “My captain might have something to say about that.”
“Nah,” I whisper, shaking my head with a mirrored grin. “I’m a witch, honey, I can do whatever I want.”
“…can you do me?”
this is over 5k words, it’s a monster, I was gonna make it longer but i wanted to get it out to you so much! if you read all the way through, well done, you get a seashell charm from the witch’s shop, but remember the price…
i had to work up the gumption to make a request but here goes: leo valdez x child of palaemon while leo is building the argo II and they take one look at the boat and can't NOT nitpick it. their dad is LITERALLY the god of this, sorry leo. why the fuck did you put so much weight in the stern this thing is going to pitch so badly when it transfers from air to water?? are you using CLEATS to tie that down??? LEO WHY ARE THE RUDDERS PLACED SO CLOSE TO THE TRANSOM I DON'T CARE IF IT'S MORE FUEL-EFFICIENT THIS IS GOING TO STEER LIKE SHIT. (he's a brilliant engineer but they, unlike him, have actually driven a boat before: you can design the world's most efficient ballpoint pen but that won't keep it from cramping your hand when you actually have to write with it, and reader has strong opinions about lateen sails.)
okay, full disclosure, i know NOTHING about boats. There’s a sail, a rudder, port side and starboard side, a helm? So let’s see if i can write this without having to do a deep dive on boats
I had been keeping myself away from the construction of the Argo II for a reason. I’d been supportive of Leo as he talked mechanics and engineering, smiled and nodded and stayed politely the fuck away from Bunker 9.
Inevitably, of course, I couldn’t stay away forever; and thus we arrive at my current predicament. Feet frozen in the entrance with an armful of blueprinted suggestions from Annabeth, it feels like I’ve been dealt psychic damage.
Leo looks up from his workbench and breaks into a grin. “Well, good morning to you, gorgeous, to what do I owe the honour?”
I swallow, dragging my eyes away from the boat currently mid-build to look at my almost endearingly ignorant boyfriend. “…’Beth has some, um. Ideas.”
He hops up from the bench with a happy hum, crossing the bunker over to me and accepting the stack of thin blue paper. “Ah, do you think she’ll know if I just sort of… hang them on the wall and never look at them?”
“…yes.” His dumb joke breaks some of the one-sided tension, and my gaze drifts back to the semi-completed Argo II. Questions bubble up in my mind unbidden; does he only know one kind of knot? Is that really the finished rudder? Because I sincerely hope not.
Leo steps closer to me, shoulder to mine as his eyes follow my gaze without me realising.
“Baby, if you thought any harder, I’d be able to hear the cogs whirring in your head.”
My hands cover my face as I laugh awkwardly, cheeks tinged pink. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I- I’ll get going, I was just here to drop off Annabeth’s ideas.”
Leo catches my wrist gently as I go to turn and walk out. With a sound like machinery moving, he pulls me back to his side.
“Now, hold on,” he drawls in an exaggerated Texas accent, raising his eyebrow at me. “This is the first time you’ve been here, and you’re gonna leave without saying anything?”
I swallow again, seeing the curiosity and interest curling hot in his eyes. “…it’s good.”
His eyebrow drops into a deadpan look. “It’s ‘good’? That’s it?” Leo pokes a finger against my forehead. “Isn’t your dad Palaemon? Sailors and boats and shit? And all you have to say about my darling, beloved, sweetheart of a ship is that it’s ‘good’?”
The pause feels judgemental enough to reach down my throat and pull the words from my lungs. “… I might… have some thoughts.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo drags me closer to the boat, makes me stand in front of it, fishes a notebook and pen from his tool belt and sits crosslegged on the floor. For extra effect, he reaches deeper into his belt and withdraws a pair of glasses made of a couple of hex keys and wire.
He gestures for me to go ahead. “Off you go.”
I’m more than a little confused. “…off I go where?”
“Tell me.” Leo shifts on the floor, tapping his pen on his notebook. “What’s wrong with the boat?”
…that did not help the confusion. “You want me to tell you what’s wrong with the thing you’ve spent countless hours designing and building?”
He sighs, a mix of exasperation and fondness. “My love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to come in here and boss me around.”
“Leo, what the fuck?” I laugh, casting my eyes up to the ceiling as if praying for strength. “You know once I start, I will not stop, right?”
“Counting on it.” He winks, boyish in a way that’s irritatingly charming.
For just a moment, I swear I can hear the sea, feel floorboards under my feet, the breeze barely brushing its fingers through the ends of my hair. Leo’s eyes widen a fraction and his smile widens. Dad approves, I guess.
“Alright.” I roll my neck, stepping closer to the Argo II like I’m sizing up a sea monster. “I’ll start from the big things first, then get into the nit-picking.”
Leo laughs, and I can feel his eyes fixed on me unwaveringly. “I’m really gonna have to check my ego, huh?”
“You’ll live,” I grin, reaching up to tug on a rope that immediately comes loose. “…unlike if you fly with this ship.”
Wincing slightly, Leo nods and makes a note. “Okay, better knots, noted, I would love not to die by shit rope.”
“Smart choice.” I do a circuit of the underneath of the boat, already spotting several issues. “Now, pay attention.”
i cowarded out lol i truly know nothing about boats but i hope you enjoyed this anyway! thank you so much for requesting <3
hiiii! Im living for you blog right now :) could you do Leo Valdez x reader headcanons for a child of Hermes? Like living together in New Rome? thanks in advanceeeee <3
hi! I haven’t been terribly active but i promise i am trying!
Leo living in Rome with a child of hermes
sounds like a recipe for fun and also chaos
first of all Leo and a Hermes kid sounds meant to be
i think Leo need someone to encourage his chaos and get him to be less… scared? Of his own power
second i have never considered Leo living in new Rome but i like it
there’s a whole new world of engineering for our mechanic
geeks the fuck out over the architecture and the differences between camp halfblood and new rome
will drag you all around rambling happily
but loves to listen when it’s your turn
all the new places to hide! So many new ways to cause mischief!
more importantly, new people to mess with who do not yet know to be cautious around the pair of you
your new home is getting constantly upgraded and improved whenever Leo finds something new in someone else’s home or building and just wants to see if he can do it with you
you are of course his loyal assistant, watching and listening as he explains what he’s doing and holding things still for him if he needs it
there is a bowl by the door that everyone thinks is for keys
it is not, it is for you to empty your pockets whenever you come home because it is too tempting to slip shiny new things into your pockets like a human magpie
the true test of a Hermes kid is whether you can un-steal something under the watchful eye of a new roman citizen
leo loves you a lot but he will make you take everything back
You’re a good team
enjoy the first of new fics, remember requests are now open so go wild y'all
Do you think you could do a leo valdez smut? Where the reader is more introverted and quiet outside in day to day stuff but gets really flirty in bed or and alone with Leo
i can absolutely do that for u <3
obv everyone is an adult! they get given wine! they have an apartment! u think anyone under the age of 25 can afford their own flat rn?
I smile softly as Leo's friends laugh loudly. His hand rests on my thigh and I lean my head on his shoulder, content to just listen to the conversation for now.
It was nice having people round now that we'd officially moved into our apartment, various friends bringing wine and sweet treats that Leo and I got to indulge in once everyone had gone.
Leo turns his head, lips just touching my ear. "You alright, baby?"
I nod, hand reaching for his on my thigh and squeezing it. "Yeah, I'm good." Satisfied, Leo presses a quick kiss to my cheek and returned to the conversation at hand.
After another hour or so, it was decided that people should leave- it was late, the sun just setting and goodbyes were said. I stay back, waving and accepting hugs as they were given to me, but otherwise letting Leo deal with corralling people out our door.
The lock clicks shut, and he breathes a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against the door. "I love mis amigos, I do but holy shit." He turns, tired eyes and tired smile meeting mine. "They sure are loud, huh?"
I laugh, wandering over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're loud too, y'know."
He slips his hands behind my back, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my nose. "Well, yeah, but I'm cute, so."
"Very much so." I wink at him, enjoying the light dust of red that settled on his nose at the gesture. "Kinda hot too, I guess."
Leo gasps, offended. "'Kinda hot'? Excuse you, I'm gorgeous!" He wriggles out of my grip, stalking across the room in a dramatic fashion to the bedroom door. Eyes flashing, he whips his head back to look at me. "You should think yourself lucky!" And he waltzs into the bedroom, leaving the door open.
I laugh, walking to where he'd disappeared. He's sat on the bed, arms folded, muttering something about 'kinda hot' and 'outrageous'. Rolling my eyes fondly, I pad over to him, pulling at his crossed arms until he gave in, failing to hide a grin.
"Fine, okay? You're gorgeous." I lean down to press a kiss to his cheek. "And handsome." Kiss to his other cheek. "And hot." Kiss to his nose. "And so, incredibly, unbelievably sexy." I catch his lips in a kiss, my hands coming up to cradle his head. His eyes slip shut and he hums against my lips.
I pull back to see him properly, a slightly glazed look coming over his face and a dopey smile contrasting my sharper smirk. "Aww, aren't you pretty? I get all you attention now, don't I, baby?"
Leo nods before he even registers the question and I squeeze his cheeks together. It barely takes a hand against his chest to get him to lay down on the bed, the air punched out of his lungs at the force. I climb on top of him, eyes narrow and predatory.
Before he can say anything, I dive down into the junction between his neck and shoulder, licking a stripe up his skin. His breath catches in his throat and I bite down very lightly. His hands fly to my hips, fingers tangling in the fabric of my tshirt.
"I swear," he whispers. "No one would ever believe me if I told them what you were really like."
I give him a curious hum, hands slowly holding his and guiding them above his head.
Leo groans as he pinned, my lips still attached to his neck. "You're so... quiet, inside yourself when we're around people." I feel him clear his throat. "W-why is that?"
I pull back, looking a little thoughtful. Leo's hands, now free as I rest mine on my thighs, return to holding my hips. "I mean, I'm introverted, I guess. Not good with large groups of people, no matter how nice they might be." I smirk down at him, settling into his lap a little further and drawing a whine from my boyfriend. "And anyway, right now I'd rather have something else inside me."
Leo actively chokes on air, eyes wide. "H-holy shit, see? This is what I mean!" He sits up, fingers pulling at the jeans I'm wearing. "You're a deceptive thing, intent on making me die."
"Lies." I lean back over him, grinding my hips down as Leo swears in Spanish. "Lies and slander, I tell you."
I don't even give him enough time to reply, undoing his jeans and slipping my hand over his cock. His eyes widened and his grip on my hips tightened. "O-okay, fuck..."
I hop off of him, beginning to strip. "Everything off, Valdez, now."
He nearly fell off the bed with how quickly he pulled his jeans off, head briefly getting stuck in his tshirt. I laugh and help him out of it, then made quick work of my underwear.
Leo's eyes were darting over me, absorbing my body. His hands reached out, smoothing over my stomach and round my back to pull me to him again. "How... how are you so gorgeous? I don't understand..." His voice is breathy and I shrug, electing not to answer but instead reach down and slide my fingers through my folds.
My hand comes back shiny and wet, and I tap two fingers against Leo's mouth. He obediently taked them into his mouth, cleaning them. He looks so fucking pretty, dark curly hair dusting over tanned skin and slender arms wrapping around me.
"Ready?"
He nods frantically, shifting back as I straddle his legs. "Nope, words, baby."
Leo swallows, blinking and trying to focus. "Y-yes, green, verde, very much yes!"
I don't bother supressing a laugh, grasping his cock and jerking it quickly, pulling him to full hardness as he gasps and his hips twitch under my touch. I waste no more time, hissing through my teeth as I push down, the slight sting of being filled making me dig my nails into Leo's chest.
He almost stops breathing as soon as I'm sat in his lap, his dick fully inside me and I can feel his stomach muscles tensing with restraint under me. I breathe out, adjusting to the feeling, rocking very slightly back and forth. Leo swallows, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at me.
"Y-you're gonna kill me, but at this point? I really don't care."
I merely grin, settling my hands on his chest before I began to ride him in earnest. I wrench moans and whimpers from his lips, my nails carving crescent moons into his flesh and his fingers bruising my hips from how tightly he was holding them.
Leo's hips push up into me as best he can, rhythm steady at first, then becoming more sporadic as he chases his end, eyes squeezed shut.
"Forget what they'd think of me, what would your friends think of you, baby?" I tease, a wicked smirk settling on my lips as Leo throws his head back and slurs something in Spanish.
"C-close, so close, fu-uck...!" He groans out, snapping his hips into me. I nearly fall, catching myself with my arms either side of his head. My lips caress his cheek, leading to his ear.
"You don't get to come before I do, understand?"
He nods, whining out a 'yes' and one of his hands leaves my hips, instead locating my clit and applying circular pressure that knocks the wind out of me. I clutch at the bedsheets, the combination of his cock hitting deep inside me and his thumb sending me spiralling into pleasure, my orgasm slamming into me like a wave.
By this point, Leo knows my body so well he can tell the exact moment I come, taking that as permission so he can follow suit. It only takes a few more seconds before he's gasping, crying out my name and holding me flush against him.
We breathe in time, and I feel his heartrate slowly regulate. I press kisses onto any piece of skin I can reach without moving, silently loving him. He strokes my back, seemingly content for me to just lie on him until we can both be bothered to move.
"So. Did I kill you?"
Leo laughs breathlessly. "Yes, you did, you're awful, now don't ever move away, ever."
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this legit took me hours bc my brain did NOT want to play nicely but i hope you enjoyed it! thank you for requesting!
Request: could you do a Leo Valdez x any gender reader, where after a while into their relationship Leo seems to not be as enthusiastic and active in the relationship while reader is trying to mend their relationship again, but in the end chooses to break up with Leo (TL;DR is that Leo is no longer trying in the relationship and reader let's go)
(Only if this is okay, you can take your time with making these, just make sure to take care of yourself)
very sweet of you to worry about me <3
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I knocked on the Hephaestus cabin door, rocking back and forth on my heels. The door opened, and a girl of about 14 stood in front of me. I didn't know her name- or maybe I did, I just couldn't remember it right now.
She looked at me, eyebrow raised.
"Um, hi." I tried for a smile. "Do you know if Leo's here?"
She shook her head. "Nope, he's not here, he's probably in the bunker or something."
I thanked her, walking away from the cabin and into the forest to find the bunker. The flowers in my hand were getting a little crumpled, but I held them straight as much as I could. By some miracle, I didn't twist my ankle in my heels.
The entrance to the bunker was ajar, sounds of machinery whirring coming from inside. I stepped inside, brushing off my cleanest pair of jeans- it's hard to wear formal wear in the camp but I did the best I could.
"Leo? You in here?" My shoes clicked on the floor and I gazed around, trying not to cringe at the strong smell of engine oil.
There was a bang, muffled swearing and Leo crawled out from under... some kind of machine. His curls were damp with sweat and grease was smeared all over his hands and forearms.
I tried very hard not to notice that as I perked up on seeing him, he seemed to deflate. Leo wiped his hands on a rag from his pocket. "Uh, hey, babe, what brings you here?"
Did he forget? I blink, holding out the flowers. "I-it's our date night, remember?" The blank look on his face is less than encouraging. "You promised we'd do something special."
Leo reached out slowly, only just close enough to take the flowers. He sighed, placing them on a workbench off to the side. "I'm sorry, chica, I'm just really busy right now." He turned away, grabbing a hammer from a table. "I'll catch up with you later, yeah?"
Catch up later? What?
I crossed my arms, fingers digging into my shirtsleeves. "No, no, wait, come back." I frowned as Leo's shoulders slumped and he turned back around. "What do you mean 'catch up later'? This isn't- we weren't just gonna hang out, we were gonna do something fun, go to the beach or something because we couldn't the last few weeks." I carefully refrained from saying it was because he said he was too busy.
Leo sighed, leaning back against his machine and scrutinising me like a maths problem he had yet to solve. "I don't know what you want from me, hun, I have work to do."
"Work you can't take even an hour away from?" I asked, a tight, knotted feeling twisting in my stomach. "Not even for your partner?"
The pause that followed sounded a little too much like 'I could, but I don't want to'.
"I just- I don't see why you're so bothered about missing a couple dates, it's not that big a deal." Leo shrugged, apathy staining his face like oil.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that screaming your frustrations was only helpful when it was into a pillow or when venting to a friend. This was neither of those times, and surely Leo could be persuaded to see my point. That I deserved nice dates and that I was worthy of his time and appreciation.
Well, shit.
"Okay, let me explain it to you this way," I began. Leo nodded. "You flaking on four dates in a row makes me feel undervalued and underappreciated as a partner, especially since there has been no effort to make up that time that we set aside."
It was the best I could do without breaking into tears or slamming head into a wall.
Leo nodded again, slowly, and for a moment I was convinced he was truly considering what I said. Then he opened his mouth.
"But I don't see those dates as important. I'm busy a lot, people rely on me and that takes priority over..."
I held up my hands, stopping him in his tracks. The lump in my throat was nearly choking me but I swallowed anyway.
"That-that's the issue, Leo, they're very important to me so they should at least be a consideration to you." I stuffed my hands in my pockets to stop them shaking. "But I-I guess you don't care, right?"
He scuffed his shoe against the floor like a kid. "I care, babe, I do."
Everything he did, everything he said, was so apathetic. I was stood before him in the best outfit I could wear, I bought him flowers and he didn't even say 'thank you', didn't say that I looked nice. He used to practically drool over me in heels, arms around my waist and whispering how gorgeous I looked in my ear.
He shouldn't need persuading that I deserved his time. I shouldn't have to convince him to go on dates, to pay me a little attention.
We stared at each other in silence for a moment.
I took a step back. "No, you don't." Turning on my heel, I stalked back over to the entrance. "You don't care." I stripped off my heels and walked barefoot back out into the forest.
With each step, I longed for him to call for me, to make me stop, to come after me and apologise, say he was so sorry for not treating me right, that he would make it all up to me.
But silence followed my departure, broken only by the hiccuping breaths I took trying not to burst into tears.
Head held as high as I could, I marched back into camp and into my cabin. It wasn't empty, and a few of my older siblings looked up at my arrival.
It took them less than a second to know what happened.
The door was shut behind me, the heels taken from my hands and I was sat on a bed, staring straight ahead of me.
"Well." My voice was wobbly, hands clenched in fists. "I don't think there's going to be another date."
The creaking dam holding my emotions back split up the middle. My ribs heaved, lungs gasping for air between sobs. Mascara stained my cheeks and I clung onto whoever was hugging me. It felt like I was screaming, voice hoarse and shaky, exhausted after keeping composure all the way back.
No one said anything, they just held me until I was quieter, no longer loud, bone-wracking sobs but small hiccups, the sound of someone who's been trapped for so long and finally had an outlet.
My older sister pressed kisses to my head, murmuring about how he didn't deserve me, how much better I was than him. My older brother guided the two of us onto another bed, getting the youngest of us ready to sleep. Each of them gave me a kiss on the cheek before bed, worried looks marring their little faces.
When everyone else was asleep, the three of us crowded onto the sofa. No more words were said, that was for tomorrow. For now, I just needed to know someone cared about me.
Someone cared.
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i really hope you liked it, thank you for requesting!
If it's not too much for you, could you do a Son of Ares x Leo Valdez
Where the reader is generally overprotective of Leo and being sweet/soft with him, and if it is alright, show how people at camp react to this
(you can change some parts about it)
this is adorable also i need leo to come save me i have my first exam tomorrow and i might throw up thumbs up emoji
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listen the entire ares cabin is A ThreatTM
but your boy?? your sweet leo??
melts your cold hard heart
y'know when leo wants to tell someone everything about this One Specific Thing but no one will listen or cares
yeah you're the one to tap him on his shoulder like 'hey i'm listening and i'm interested please keep going'
a lot of it might go over your head but his massive smile when you sit and listen is worth every confused question you ask
leo is used to playing second fiddle to everyone, he doesn't think of himself as a priority
when you realise this, it activates the protective instincts that ares kids have
maybe you can't physically defend him in battle but you can sure as shit make sure he's had enough to eat and has hydrated
cue you sweeping leo into your arms and out of his bunker into the sunlight because the boy isn't helping his depression by staying inside the whole time
you will absolutely defend him in battle though, even if that battle is leo against himself
no boyfriend of yours is gonna keep talking shit about himself
leo is the one to calm you down after you get into any kind of argument
like you're the son of ares, you're gonna have a hot temper and a combative attitude
but all leo has to do is raise an eyebrow at you and you go over to him like a puppy
he'll make the decision as whether to bitch about someone with you or let you know that babe, my love, mi novio, it is not that deep
you're also probably physically bigger than him so he can and will use you as a step ladder to reach places he can't
he makes tree jokes every time and you threaten to knock him off your shoulders but both of you know you never would
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tysm for requesting and thank you for being so patient, i hope you liked it!
could u PLS make a part 3 of the dio kid x Leo Valdez thing I love it sm and I think it has potential to be a fic
i've got a couple requests for more parts of a couple imagines this is so cool also yes 100% i love the dio!reader x leo
as a reminder this is a son of dionysus!reader x leo valdez and you can read the previous parts below
[part 1] [part 2]
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it's been about a week since the party where leo first saw you
he's been trying to be around you as much as possible
you're just
there's something about you
something that makes him want to follow you to the ends of the earth and off the edge
something that has bewitched him heart, mind and soul
something that piper is tired of hearing about
"dude, just ask him out! you like him! clearly he likes you! if you don't do it, i'll do it for you"
leo scrambles at that
"no no no don't do that, i'm a big boy, i can ask out my own people, thanks"
piper smirks but surrenders
"go, now, before i have to hear about his damn eyes again"
leo vacates the aphrodite cabin, shaking his head at the fact that he's friends with one of the only aphrodite kids that wouldn't want to hear everything about his crush
"watch where you're going!"
leo jerks his head up just in time to swerve you
you're carrying armour in your arms and catch yourself to stay on balance
leo grins
"sorry, i should always been looking out for you"
instead of smiling back, you scowl
"yeah sure, just get out of my way"
there's a different aura around you now
your knuckles are white, your eyes tinged with red
leo swears he smells cheap liquor
he takes a step back, allowing you to pass
well, that's not great
he almost turns right back around to tell piper but he has to know what's wrong
you're normally so sweet
but you've left a tangy taste in his mouth
slightly hesitant, he follows you
you stomp to the armory, dumping the metal on the floor and breathing hard
there are no questions as the couple of kids working in the armory pick up the mess and scurry away from you
for a minute you're still and he wonders if he should approach you
instead you take off running, heading for the forest
you don't seem to have any weapons and that's enough to make leo worried for your safety
you don't seem to notice him, too focused on your inner world
there's a rage, a madness building inside you and the forest is the safest place to be right now
you can't hurt anyone when there's no one in the forest
your skin is hot and your chest is heaving
you make it to a clearing in the forest before you collapse on your knees
there's a smile on your face, wide and unnatural
leo pauses behind a tree, anxious
your shoulders start shaking and leo takes a step forward
you must be crying
it's only when he gets a little closer that he realises you're laughing
your arms are wrapped around your middle and you're laughing hysterically
you can't breathe, trying to take in air before laughter is forced out of your lungs
tears are streaming down your face and the rage manifests in your stomach and your hands and your eyes
wide and staring and glazed over
it's been a while since you've had to deal with this
normally you can get your anger under control
dio kids can get annoyed easily, tending towards slight moodswings they can usually control
but sometimes it's a bad day and nothing seems to go right and you can feel it bubbling under your skin ready to boil over
the first time it happened you were 6 and you wrecked your bedroom in your mom's house because she wouldn't let you run around outside
in hindsight it made sense, it was dark out and you were 6
didn't stop you at the time, you just knew that this energy had to go somewhere and you just barely remember laughing like you were breaking
now the forest was where you went to deal with it
there was no surpressing it when it was this strong
cheers dad, making it feel like you should be sectioned
you lose track of how long you're out here
you end up laying on the ground, breathing heavily and dealing with the pain in your stomach
leo decides now to edge from behind the tree
you don't have the energy to look up
"if you're a monster, either kill me with one swing or leave me alone"
"well that's a concerning statement"
leo stands over you, water bottle in hand
you accept the bottle and his invitation to sit up and lean against a tree
"i probably wasn't supposed to see that, huh?"
you give the tiniest smile
"no, no you weren't. sorry you did, though. it's some scary shit"
leo nods, but stays close to you
"you okay now?"
you swallow down half the water
"usually i'm the one giving people drinks and making sure they're okay"
leo shoots you a small smile
"that's not an answer"
you duck your head
"no, it's not"
you roughly wipe the tear tracks from your face, embarrassed that you were caught in your mania
"doesn't happen often, if that helps"
leo nods, and shuffles closer
"okay. you don't want to talk about it, i get that. just-"
he pauses, looking for the right words
"-tell me you're safe, i guess? maybe let me know when you're gonna go batshit?"
that gets a tired laugh that rattles your chest and scratches your throat
"yeah. yeah, okay"
you slump down a little, relaxing, exhausted, leaning into leo
"you're gonna be there for me, huh?"
carefully, leo wraps an arm around your shoulders, hoping you can't hear how fast his heart is beating
