helloooo i love your works!! can i request a yearner leo fic? cause like, that boy is a YEARNER at heart. he just is. so like, just something a bit angsty but sweet at the end?? could be smut, it's honestly up to you lol i just know he's whipped
yearning & distracting
pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader
genre: angst & fluff
synopsis: Leo Valdez finds himself in a bit of a situation when he’s fallen head over heels in love with you. Unbeknownst to you, you mistake his attention as platonic only. It’s not until you begin questioning his klutzy nature that the truth comes out.
warning(s): no book spoilers, reader is a little silly at first, Leo is a silly lover boy
w/c: 1.3k
a/n: not my best work but i tried
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Leo Valdez was many things. A demigod, a mechanic, a fire-wielder, a survivor of Gaea. A loverboy was not one of them. But, he couldn’t help it when you existed. Leo had made a list—a list of all the things about you that made him fall more and more in love with you.
The way your hair flows so beautifully when the wind runs through it. The wind made your hair look so fluffy and soft, all Leo wanted to do was run his fingers through it.
The way you fight with such elegance. You fought as if it was a dance—and you always won.
The way your laugh sounds like honey.
The way you tell stories is like a drug—making him want to hear more.
Though, it’s partly because he loves the way your voice sounds—he would be content to listen to you talk for the rest of his demigod life if he good.
How kind you are—you give your kindness to everyone, even to people who may not deserve it.
The way you teach the younger campers with such patience and love.
“Leo!” You yell, clapping your hands in front of his face. He jumps, realizing he had zoned out. You scowl at him, in which he gives you a sheepish smile in response. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he admits, chuckling softly. “Tell me again, I promise I’m listening this time.”
You raise a brow at him, not believing him for a second. Still, you let out a sigh before speaking again, “we have to teach the younger campers how to spar today.”
“Okay,” he says, dumbfounded.
You glare at him, “so, can you go get the weapons from the shed?”
He blinks, “yes ma’am. Whatever you say.”
Before you can respond, he’s off towards the weapons shed. You groan, knowing he definitely doesn’t know how many campers you two are teaching today. On top of that, he’ll most likely get real weapons rather than the wooden swords designated for the younger campers.
Leo did exactly that. The only thing running through his mind as he grabbed a handful of imperial gold swords from the weapons shed was how cute your scowl looked. How you gave it to him and only him. He couldn’t recall a single time where you scowled at anyone but him.
“Well, I guess they’ll just skip the wooden swords altogether,” you mutter, though Leo heard it loud and clear. He hears everything you say, even if it’s not intended for him. “Since you can’t do anything right.”
“Ouch,” Leo feigns hurt, placing a hand over his chest. “You wound me, dear Y/N.”
You ignore the way your neck flushes at his teasing, refusing to give him the satisfaction. You couldn’t lie and say you hated the attention Leo gave you. In fact, you looked forward to it everyday when you woke up. These were times you wished Leo would get his head in the game.
“Let’s just get this over with,” you grumble, gingerly handing out the weapons to the younger campers.
The training was disastrous. At least four campers had to go the infirmary because Leo was too distracted to keep an eye on his group. Distracted with what was unbeknownst to you.
What was he distracted with? You, of course. The way you gently taught your group of campers how to hold the weapon properly and how to defend themselves from their opponent. Of course, at this age, they didn’t need to know much. But, if they were outside camp with their parent, it’s better to know something than nothing.
He had gotten distracted with the way you smiled at the campers. It made him think of how beautiful of a mother you would be. How beautiful of a mother you would be to his kids. That is when disaster struck and four kids had gotten injured with the weapons.
“Are you crazy?” You blurt, glaring at the son of Hephaestus. “Why are you so distracted today?”
Leo freezes, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You scoff, “yes, you do. I know you normally forget certain things, but it’s never been this bad before.”
Leo folds his arms over his chest, “I’m perfectly fine.”
You cock a brow, ready to challenge him. “Really? So you not getting the right number of swords, getting imperial gold rather than wooden swords, and not watching your group is being perfectly fine?”
Leo’s mouth becomes agape, at a sudden loss for words. He knew he got distracted around you, but it’s never been that bad.
“Exactly,” you snap out, fed up with his shenanigans. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” Leo instantly deflects, eyes darting away from your piercing ones.
“So when Chiron comes to me asking why four ten year olds ended up in the infirmary, I’m just supposed to say you accidentally weren’t paying attention?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened,” Leo argued back, a pathetic attempt at excusing his actions.
“What was so important that it demanded all your focus?” You question, narrowing your eyes.
“Nothing,” Leo breathes out, suddenly feeling cornered in this altercation. He’s never had a genuine argument with you—sure, there had been petty arguments that lasted all of thirty seconds—but this, this was different.
“No,” you grit out, “what. Was. Distracting. You.”
Leo gulps, eyes darting. When his gaze connects back to you, the look on your face is enough to have the words tumbling out of his mouth, “you.”
You step back, eyes widened at the revelation. “What?”
Leo’s face flushes, eyes looking anywhere but at you. “You heard me.”
“Was my form wrong or something?” You question, raking your mind for any reason as to why Leo was distracted by you.
“No!” Leo quickly answers, “your form was perfect.”
“Then how was I distracting you?”
Leo finally looks at you, giving you a deadpanned look. He chuckles, “I really thought it was obvious.”
“What was obvious?” You question, confused at what he’s referring to. His actions, words, and attention failed to reach you. You failed in realizing the truth of it.
“I’ve been in love with you since the day we’ve met, Y/N,” Leo confesses. “I thought my attention— the way I always wanted to do something with you would’ve made you realize. But clearly my actions weren’t outwardly enough.”
You’re suddenly left speechless. You had no idea how to respond to Leo, how to respond to his confession. It was no secret that you had a crush on him—in fact, you had written Mrs Y/N Valdez multiple times in your journal when you first started developing feelings for him. Gods damn it, how did you not realize his attention was more than platonic?
“I—“ you begin, at a loss for words. Leo winces, mistaking your speechlessness as a rejection.
He moves to turn, but you’re quicker than him. You surge forward, hands gripping on the collar of his white grease-stained shirt as you pull him forward. His lips collide with your own, though the rest of his body is frozen in place.
Leo couldn’t believe it. The woman he’s been pining over for the past year is kissing him. He was frozen in place—out of shock—when your lips first met his. When he finally realized he wasn’t kissing or touching you back, his hands immediately thread into your braid, definitely messing it up in the process. Though, you didn’t find yourself caring. You smile into the kiss, breaking it as you take a needed breath. Leo chases your lips—he hadn’t gotten enough, not yet.
“I’m in love with you too,” you admit, peering up at his chocolate-brown eyes. His eyes crinkle, smiling at your confession. He doesn’t say another word as his hands slide from your hair to your waist, pulling you into his body as he puts his lips on yours again.
Gods be damned, he was never letting go of you. They would have to kill him first to do so.
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