Imagine having to share a bed with Leo Valdez (alternate version)
The original version
a/n: This was written by a friend. NOT MY WRITING.
Summary: The title (leo vadez x fem!reader)
"So...what now? We...share the bed? " Y/n smacked Leo's chest, feeling the vibrations as he laughed.
"No, Valdez, you are sleeping on the couch, while I get the bed." She stated.
"What? No fair, that's sexist," he whined.
"Hmm, what about the 'I'm a gentleman' façade you put up there, hmm?" The daughter of (g/p) teased with a smirk. "Gotta be sexist to be one."
Well, how did they end up here? Pretty simple.
Being sent by Chiron with your crush to a quest for retrieving a stolen parchment sounds somewhat easy. But doing it? That's a whole new level of hardness.
They were successful, nevertheless, back on their way to camp-half blood, but had to stop halfway on the nearest motel to call it the night. Which, unfortunately, only had one small bed. For two.
"Nah, I'd rather be wise when it comes to bed or the couch," he gave his stupid grin (that Y/n really wanted to smack off his face).
"Fine, rock, paper, scissors - winner chooses" she decided- a decision which was regretted it immediately.
"I win! Ha!" Leo pumped his fist in the air. Y/n rolled her eyes, muttering a, 'whatever, loser' and proceeded to the bed, taking the rug from there.
"You think I'd actually let my friend rot on the couch?" Two hands sneaked around her waist, and the intruder was met with a swift punch one the nose, and an audible crack, before Y/n processed his words. Her eyes widened.
"Oh shit. Shit. Fuck, I'm so sorry Leo. Are you alright?"
A groan from the demigod on the floor, "Remind me never to give you surprise hugs again."
She pried his hands away, assessing the injury. "Yep. Definitely broken. Hold on, lemme get you the first aid kit- and ambrosia. I'm so sorry."
"Thanks for the commentary." Ah, sarcasm. "Of all the ways to get my nose broken, why does it have to end up like this?"
"Shut up," Y/n wiped the blood off with the wet cloth.
"Looks like we'll have to share," Leo said.
"Yeah, share," she relented, "But rules. No touching, or anything of that sort. You, me, corners of the bed. Get it?"
"Damn right girl, I ain't coming near you for the next month." The (h/c) girl smirked.
"Think I can count on that, Tinker lord."
•••
"Stop wriggling, Valdez."
"What? I'm still in my line."
"No- you just caused the pillow in between to move."
"Sheesh, drama queen."
"Says you. 'McShizzle'"
"Whatever."
Silence prevailed.
"Leo?"
The demigod facing the window hummed.
"Do you ever, like, think what life would be if we weren't demigods?" It was no more than a whisper. Leo frowned, before smiling softly at the moon.
a/n: This is NOT MY WRITING, this was written by a friend.
Summary: Ig the title is pretty self explanatory. Oh, also, this is a Leo Valdez x fem!reader
Alternate Version
Imagine having to stay in a motel with a bed of one. For two. Yeah, sometimes, quests suck.
Returning from the quest, you call it quits, crashing on the nearest motel. Which, unfortunately, only has only one bed.
• Blushing internally but acting all tough out.
• "So...what? We, like, share the bed?"
• "No way Valdez, you're sleeping on the couch."
• "Hey, that's not fair, you're being sexist!"
• Ending up playing rock, paper, scissors with Leo winning and Y/n grumbling.
• "Ha, I win!"
• "Whatever, loser."
• Him taking you by surprise by sneaking his hands around your waist and murmuring, "You really think I'd let my best friend rot on the couch- Ow!" Crack.
• Maybe too surprised.
• Cue Y/n panicking. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry Leo, I didn't realize- Oh My God, is your nose broken?!?!"
• Leo groaning on the floor, "Remind me never to give you surprise hugs again."
• Fixing what you can with first-aid and ambrosia.
• Repeated apologizing.
• Ending up sharing the bed.
• "But we have rules. You, me, corners of the bed, get it?"
• Building a pillow-dam between two of you.
• Awkward silence.
• Cue cheesy jokes.
• "Why did the minotaur cross the road?"
• "Presumably to knock some sense in to your head?"
• "Hey!"
• "Joke's on you, Klutz."
• Turning into full fledged conversations, despite not facing each other.
• Eventually one of you falling asleep, causing the other to go silent and smile fondly.
• Slowly scooting closer.
• Y/n being a blanket hog.
• Leo waking up with nightmares and the child of g/p comforting him.
• Hugging and whispering soothing things until sobs and sniffles have subsided.
• Ending up them cuddling, facing each other, just staring into the others eyes.
• Silence, but this time, it's comfortable silence.
• Y/n running her hands through Leo's soft curls or soothingly rubbing his back.
• Leo nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck- the poor boy deserves more luv.
• Falling asleep in each others warmth, for once feeling safe.
• Well, as safe as it could be in a motel miles away from camp.
• Waking up tangled with each other with pillows scattered around you, the sun hitting your face.
• Y/n not being a morning person, scrunching her nose and rubbing her eyes, grumbling.
• And Leo staring at you in amazement, I mean how could someone be so beautiful and yet real?!?
• Cue awkward stuttering, coughs, internal squealing and overall embarrassment.
• "Um, Y/n? You drool when you sleep."- Leo.
• Pretending that the night never happened.
• Successfully returning to camp.
• Only mentioning it when you guys kiss, under the stars and later just laying on the grass and-
• "Hey, remember when you broke my nose that day? In that motel?"
• Giving him a dry look. "Really, Leo? Do you have to ruin the mood?"
• "You still love me though."
• You laughed, and kissed his nose. "Of course I do. And did you realize your cheeks were on fire the morning after?"
• "Hell, was it that obvious?"
• "No, I mean actually on fire, mr. McShizzle. Like right now."
A/N: This as usual, was written by a friend of mine. Also for all of you who have sent in requests, they will be out soon, we are working on them. Part two for this fic will be out soon too.
TW: Depressive and Intrusive thoughts, Self-hate, Percy and the reader being assholes, A LOT of swearing, mentions of blood, pls tell me if I missed something else. You have been warned.
Summary: Y/n, a loner with a bad rep. Percy, the hero, Hard words are exchanged and feelings are hurt. Angst and Fluff. Percyxmasc!Reader
(During TOA. Also, Percy's in the camp in for this one.)
. Ever since arriving to CHB, Y/n had a reputation for being selfish and uncaring.
. He never bothered to help anyone with anything- be it sorting reports for Chiron, or fighting monsters.
Maybe that was why he'd caught the eye of many in the positive and negative way.
Y/n was a loner- black dress, studded coat, undercut and a celestial bronze sword. Nothing else. One would think he was a child of Hades, but no one knew. He stayed in the Hermes cabin, unclaimed, which was surprising-considering he was about 17. Hell, he's stayed loyal to CHB and fought alongside the warriors during Titan war and Gaea's wake-up tantrum. He was there when Lester and Meg came into camp and had made sure Nero's spies monsters in disguise- were dealt with by sneaking out of camp every night. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less. After
years of watching other demigods being claimed and leaving, Y/n had grown to think maybe there was a reason he wasn't claimed. He began to pretend liking the way things were, and made it seem like he didn't care, all the while ignoring the hollow feeling of being a burden to his anonymous godly parent. On the bright side, he felt like he wasn't at least judged for being a child of… he didn't know. The fierce demigod worked hard, raising to the level he was the most respected self-trained swordsman and athlete.
But he also had a tendency to ignore and disrespect his cabinmates, miss practices, pick up arguments with the Stoll brothers or any other cabin counsellor. He always practiced alone, never tutored the newcomers, and belittled people who merely tried to start a conversation with him. He was seen as selfish, and didn't give a damn.
Y/n had his set of problem, haters, skills and talents, and un
caring-ness.
But that didn't mean he was evil.
Y/n frowned as he snuck out of the cabin. It was his usual nights where he roamed around the city, found potentially suspicious humans (monsters) after which he would corner them, interrogate and finally disintegrate the poor monster. Interestingly, he had felt a pit of dread rise in his gut that day, like a forewarning. He knew what was to occur.
Now, if there was one thing Y/n had learnt in his life as being a demigod, it was to trust his instincts. But Y/n's was also known as a person who went in search of trouble. He knew there would be consequences, but hell, who gave a damn about it?
He definitely regretted his philosophy now, collapsing back on his bed in Cabin 11, torso filled with cuts and scratches. Who's wouldn't, having fought off about what? Seventy-plus of weird headed monsters? The boy had only so much strength to bandage himself with a roll of stolen toilet paper and gobble down some
ambrosia. He had learnt valuable information though, sending a scroll of secretive information to Lester through Hermes Express before calling it a day.
"Wake up Knob Head," Y/n groaned and muttered a string of
curses at the younger Stoll brother.
"You fucking soaked me!"
"S what you get for waking up late, Corn Nuts." Connor left, leaving the boy alone in th cabin. Y/n let out a noise of confusion noticing the injuries unhealed. "Huh? Strange…" Wrapping it with actual bandages, he left the cabin, softly closing the
door.
Percy watched the raven-haired teen walk up to the dining pavilion, barely managing to steady himself, before sitting in his own corner of the Hermes table. He frowned, sensing something was wrong right away.
Percy had first seen the guy in a corner of the Hermes Cabin, "What's wrong? Why is he sitting all alone?" He'd asked Luke. Luke gave the young male a brief glance of pity before replying, "Nothing, he just doesn't like socializing. Don't mind him. Or try befriending him. It never works." Despite being intrigued, Percy had followed that religiously, avoiding the kid whenever he got close and now regretted it. He wished he could have befriended the loner instead of shunning him away. Percy watched on as kids had been claimed by their respective Godly parents while the loner stood near Chiron with an emotionless face, the latter with a sympathetic look. Y/n, as he later learnt, was the angsty teen's name. He'd seen the mean, selfish and uncaring reputation being given to the boy. He also noted how he'd always missed archery practice and trained all alone, never interacting with people other than pick up arguments. Percy knew the peer pressure had driven the teen to this stage, and at a point feared if Y/n was going to turn out as a Luke 2.0. Those fears were dissipated, noting that he
been through two wars with the camp and fought extensively for
them.
What confused Percy was not the handsome guy himself, but Percy's opinions of considering the guy handsome. He couldn't explain why his hands went clammy and his heartbeat going overdrive whenever Y/n was about. It was only when his mother had given him the talk, did he consider it a possibility. Every time Y/n passed, Percy wanted nothing more than kiss those soft lips and pin his hands and
"Woohoo? Earth to Percy?" A waving hand snapped him out of his trance, and he was face to face with Annabeth, his best friend.
"Wha-?"
"Just ask him out already!" She exclaimed, exasperated. "I can literally see you undressing him with your eyes." "I-I d-did no such t-thing!" He tried to deny, praying she wouldn't see
the blush on his cheeks. "Yeah right. 'I-I d-did no such t-thing.' Have I told you that you're a
terrible liar?"
"Yeah…I know, know…but look, what chance do / have with him? He's like a god damn sculpture come alive!" Annabeth gave him a sly smiled. "Didn't you hear?" "What?"
"He's gay. Apparently some Aphrodite kids tried to set him up with this shy newbie. Only to be told he wasn't into girls. See, you do have a chance, you just gotta try. Who knows, maybe there might be a chance he feels the same way too, right?" Percy sighed. "Annabeth, please don't get my hopes up."
She squeezed his shoulder. "Give it a try. You never know, Seaweed Brain.
See ya later."
.
She left him in deep thought. Maybe, he thought, he should give it a shot. Besides, if he did get his heart broken, he would be over it at once, instead of this insecure wait and admiring from afar.
Today, he decided, he'd talk to you, and somehow ask you out (without melting into a puddle, hopefully. Or causing the sinks to explode).
"Hey! Y/n! Wait up!" Y/n groaned for the nth time that day, before glaring at the owner the voice, It was Percy Jackson, which confused him. Why in Olympus would the Percy Jackson talk to him?
Oh Percy, Percy. He had no idea. Y/n knew Percy had wanted to make friends with him the day he stepped into the cabin. He heard what Luke had told him, and hated him for that. After all, Luke wasn't the one who'd seen his dads fall victim to monsters, pleading him to leave before falling limp near his feet. Dead. And so, Y/n ran. He was terrified of what had happened, and it was a miracle he'd bumped into a satyr, who'd lead him to CHB. All the while explaining what being a demigod was like- not what Y/n would call a happy life. It turned sour when the teen stood alongside Chiron, watching the other demigods getting claimed. He had also not missed the pitiful glances given to him, and he hated it. His rebellious nature got worse, with everyone just pressuring him to socialize, and Y/n felt like he was drowning in a pit of unnecessary expectations, suffocating himself. He then decided enough was enough. He became selfish, uncaring and a snarky loner. He began disrespecting and insulting people, hoping they would avoid them. It worked. If no one would see him hiding his pain with a mean personality, so be it.
Having a crush on Percy was another thing. His dads were gay, so he had no problem accepting himself. Some nights, after sneaking out, he'd peep through the Cabin 3 windows to stare a him for a few seconds, smile faintly, and in the next few seconds, he was gone. Knowing he didn't have a chance with Percy, he settled for sneaky glances and sleepy Jacksons.
"Perseus Jackson," he spat.
Percy panted a little before replying. "Y-yeah, that's me. But you can call me Percy." He blushed. Cute, Y/n thought.
"What do you want? swear, if it's Chiron who sent you to tell me to
reports-"
sort
"No!" He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "I-I mean, no, Chiron didn't send me here. I…" he faltered. "I came here to talk to you." "Wha-Why?" Y/n shifted, wishing his injuries would stop bothering him.
"…um….I just…I-"
"Get on with it, Jackson! You think have all day?"
Percy frowned, "You don't have to be so rude, you know?" He rolled his eyes, hoping it would cover up for his surprise for being called out, "Oh? And you don't have to tell me what I'm supposed to do, Glory Boy. Why don't you go and hook up with that Anna-something girl? Or are you gonna be a Mama's boy?" "What-?"
"Or are you gonna go around causing more deaths, Seaweed Brain?" He immediately regretted his words. And that was one of those instances Y/ n wished he could control his goddamn mouth.
Percy's eyes darkened, like he'd snapped. "You are sick, you know? All you do is create chaos in the camp. You are a selfish, uncaring, sick jerk who doesn't bother to help or empathize with younger demigods. You never listen, but now I'll tell you- You. Are. Pathetic. For Olympus sake, you do nothing but insult and argue! Everyone's tired of you. You are nothing but a fucking disgrace to the camp. No wonder you were never claimed. Wonder why your mortal parent left you? Go figure. Might as well do us a flavor and kill yourself, you know? No one needs you here." Percy was still panting, but it was no longer from the running.. Eyes wide, Y/n tried to take in and process everything. It took him a minute, but when the words finally sunk in it felt like the hole in his heart was growing bigger, gnawing his chest and suffocating him to the point he couldn't breath. Each word said by him felt like a knife, stabbing him repeatedly until what was left was a broken heart. And guilt. So much for love, eh?
Percy's eyes widened, "Y/n-" "Spare it." His voice was more of a growl. "If you came here for this bullshit, do spare it. I don't waste my time on Shit Heads like you. So fuck off, Jackson."
"Y/n wait-" But he'd already left, into the woods.
....
(In the big house, before the counsellor's meeting)
"Hmm," mused Annabeth. "Fault on both sides, and blaming each other than fixing things doesn't really make it any better, you know." "I know…I know what did was wrong, and feel bad- that's an
understatement."
"I would tell you to go and apologize, but there again he shouldn't have said those things. He's lucky you love him or I'd have kicked his ass." Percy gave a frustrated groan, tugging on his hair. "I know! I don't understand what to do! I'm expecting an apology first but do want to apologize too cuz I feel so bad and- Fuck. I'm a mess huh?" "I guess you can say that. Where is he?"
"Percy…?" Annabeth gave him a warning look. "Where did he go?"
"Disappeared."
"Huh?"
"Into the forest." She sighed.
"Doesn't get any worse. You both royally fucked up. The first thing you
do when this meeting is over is apologize to him, because it says more about you than him. What matters is that you regret what you did." "Yeah," he agreed. Percy was worried and ashamed. No matter how stoic he was, Y/n was still a human with feelings. He didn't deserve those harsh words, no one did.
. "And this concludes our counsellors meeting. Percy and Annabeth, stay behind. The rest of you are dismissed." They shared a look. That never ended well.
"What is it, Chiron?"
The centaur waved his hand. "Watch."" "Hey Chiron!" Lester's face appeared on the flickering Iris message.
"Hello Lester. Hope you are doing good. How is the quest going?" The recording continued.
"Um…actually, that's why I called. For the past…I don't know, sometime, I guess, I've been receiving scrolls containing information about Nero. It always appears anonymous but figured it's always from Camp Half Blood. It actually helped us a lot. So yeah, thanks, I guess. Had it not been the scroll I received yesterday, we'd have walked straight into a trap. Also, I really wanted to call you earlier for warning 'bout a 'mini surprise-attack-on-camp-half-blood, but apparently the someone who sent me this dealt with it. Once again, take care. Goodbye." The IM vanished.
Chiron gave them a look. "So I'm safe to assume we have an undercover agent who not only captures Nero's spies but has also dealt with this
'Mini-attack-on-CHB' issue?" "Yeah, I guess…but it wasn't us." Annabeth said, causing a pair of
eyebrows to rise.
"Really, Chiron, we didn't do anything. Besides, Mr. D would have stopped us." Percy voiced.
"Well, well, looks like we got a mystery in our hands." Chiron looked at them, "This is to be confidential, all right? We don't need more half bloods snooping around and breaking rules." Both of them nodded. "Maybe we can snoop around and figure out who it is." He whispered once they were out of earshot.
"Well, we'll see, but remember the first thing you promised to do?"
Annabeth asked.
"Yeah." Percy looked towards to forest. "Find Y/n and apologize." "And Percy?" He turned, meeting his friend's sad gaze.
"What?"
"Don't ask him about his parents."
"Why?"
"Just…don't, okay?" "…Okay."
Y/n didn't know where he was, having run all the way from the arena. He didn't bother contain his tears and sobs, or notice his short gasps and the thorns that had pricked his skin. After years of carefully keeping his façade up, all the pent up emotions
finally broke free. He collapsed under a juniper tree, curling into himself and pleaded, no begged the voices to stop haunting him. He knew they would convince him of being worthless if they kept going. It's true, look at you now, where are you? Crying. Insufferable.
No…Please not this…
You have no friends. You do nothing but pick up petty arguments and insult people who don't fucking deserve you! know I fucking shouldn't have pushed people way. I'm sorry, I know I
don't deserve them. Just please stop! I'm begging you….
Why do you think your dads are dead? You are the reason!
Y/n let out a blood-curling scream. His dads. They were supposed to be alive. And happy. And they would have been now, had he not been his fault. He didn't deserve to live.
there. He was supposed to be killed and now… They were dead. It was all
Pathetic.
A sob erupted.
Selfish jerk. Worthless.
Maybe I actually am…aren't I? You're a disgrace. No one will ever love you.
Another sob.
You are nothing but a disappointment!….Y/n? Y/n!
And another.
Look, the camp doesn't want you. Hell, even your Godly Parent doesn't want you! Percy's right, you are a fucking waste of space, might as well go and kill yourself. It's not like anyone would care anyway.
Please….stop…
A warm hand on his cheek snapped him out of trance. The sniffling teen looked up to meet sea-green hues and a worried face of Percy. He gave him a tired, watery smile. He felt too drained to even come up with and insult, much less fight him. He just wanted it to stop. The hate, the pressure, the pain.
"Oh, Y/n…I'm so sorry." Percy looked genuinely upset. Y/n didn't react to him hugging the other, but welcomed the warmth nonetheless. He let himself be cradled, like a child, letting his touch-starved self experience some physical contact. Percy threaded his hand through his hair, hoping it would help calm him down.
Just make it stop. Please." He whispered, mid sob. "I'm sorry" "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean a word I'd told you. Don't listen to those voices, Y/n. You know they are not true." "I just wanted to be loved, you know? Is that too much to ask?"
....
"I just wanted to be loved, you know? Is that too much to ask?" Percy could have sworn his heart was cracking. He cupped the other teen's face in his hands and tilted his view towards him. "Now listen Y/n, we both know that's not true. Don't you realize how much you mean to everyone? Just look at yourself! You're beautiful, smart, sexy, hardworking, dedicated, fuck, I could go on and on…. But that's not it. You are loved. No matter who much you argue, it's the truth. You're loved. You deserve a better life. You might not see it, and others could assume you are the bad guy but trust me, I've see you. You have a pure heart which didn't deserve to go through all that pain. Baby, you are loved and needed. Don't you dare listen to those voices." Y/n bit his lip. He might need more reassurance in the future but for now, he could settle for these words, which made him feel better. Hopefully a small start towards a big recovery. "T-thank you."
Y/n buried himself further into Percy's torso, taking in the smell of the
sea and cookies. "I'm sorry," he said, breaking the comfortable silence. Percy scrunched
his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry for being…fucking hell, was a jerk back there. I knew I crossed the line. I didn't mean a word said. I…I don't even know why I said but really regret it and fell so bad-" "It's okay," Percy said.
"Huh?" Y/n stared at him. Who was this person? "It's okay! No it's not, Percy. I shouldn't have said such monstrous things yet I did. How could it be okay?"
"I know you didn't mean it. Just as I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm sorry too. What I said back there…I don't know what came over me.
Just…don't believe those harsh words Y/n. Please don't. I shouldn't have disturbed you. knew you were in a bad mood…but I still-"
"No! Don't take responsibility for my actions, Percy. It's my fault, and a bad mood doesn't excuse it. I'm so sorry, I'm going to stop being a jerk to anyone and everyone from now."
"That would be nice," He whispered. "And again, I'm sorry for yelling stuff like that. I didn't mean it. I was being insensitive. You are needed and welcome in the camp. Just…please don't go. I'm so sorry." "Hey, hey, Perce, I'm not going anywhere. It's okay Y/n assured, facing him. He saw the other's eyes flicker to his lips. This was his chance. Y/n leaned in, and softly brushed his parched lips against Percy's. The latter was still and for a second, Y/n thought he'd gone too far, but those fears dissolved once Percy started kissing back eagerly. Things started getting a little heated. Percy bit teasingly Y/n lips, cupping his cheek and his other hand going to his waist. The latter let out a growl, his hands run through Percy's messed up hair and neck. Percy was pushed (more like pinned) back on the bark of the tree, and he let out a small moan as their tongues fought for dominance. He felt like he was living his dream. His heartbeat was going miles an hour and the sparks brought by the touches drove him crazy and he felt sure Y/n was feeling the same. It was like they were meant to be, and this was meant to happened. He kissed back desperately, afraid if he were to let go, Y/n would disappear. The latter responded with vigor, but a sense of assurance and love surrounded him, like he'd sensed Percy's fears. He wasn't going anywhere.
They parted, gasping for air, and Y/n laughed. The first time since…he didn't remember, but now it didn't matter. He finally felt happy, and free. He now had a reason to smile. A genuine one. Percy joined, chorusing the melody of happiness. "I love you." Y/n said, breathless.
"Love you too." Their foreheads touching, arms intertwined, eyes closed and smiles of joy, both of them wanted nothing more than that. "So…. Will you do the honor of being my boyfriend?" He smiled teasingly, watching him. He'd detected a sluggishness and before he could do anything
"Percy…I…" Y/n slumped on the trunk, an alarmed Percy calling his name.
Only then did he notice…bandages. Soaked bandages.
"Shit."
"What's taking them so long?" Annabeth exclaimed, kicking a pebble in her way. Silence prevailed. "You know what? I'm going to check what's going on-"
"Annabeth"
She stopped pacing to see Percy-carrying and unconscious Y/n?
"Shit." She ran up to them. "It's almost evening! What happened?"
"I don't know! He just passed out and I discovered he's got Bandages on which were soaked in blood-"
"Medics! Fuck, no one's around- Percy, get him to the infirmary!"
Percy was made to wait for about two hours before Will and Chiron let him to see the teen sitting on the bed grinning.
Getting reprimanded.
"You gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry heh"
"Spill. Now."
"I guess I owe you that"
Finally spilling the beans.
"You know... I sneak out of camp every couple days after curfew and well... check out for suspicious activities. That's how I came across Nero's spies and CCTV's. I capture, interrogate nd send valuable information to Lester-off course with a note saying I have no Idea if it was true or a trap, but I do it anyway. It's fun, so I guess it's a win-win."
Percy hella awed (and maybe a little jealous? Oh, secretly kinda guilty, cuz he did nothing to help him all along).
"No fair! How come Mr.D never stops you?"
Annabeth eavesdropping and connecting the pieces. Bursting through the door. "You are the undercover agent who'd not only captured Nero's spies but also dealt with the 'mini-attack-on-CHB' issue, aren't you? Don't you dare deny it. That's why you're bleeding. It was from previous night's attack, wasn't it?"
"H-how did you-? Nevermind. Yeah, um, I guess."
"I knew it! Well, now that it's solved I'm going to-"
"Please don't tell Chiron!" Y/n pleading.
"Unless you have a better lie..."
"..."
"I still don't understand how Mr.D never stopped him." Percy said, pouting.
"I'm gonna leave you two alone, no funny business, ya hear me?" Cue blushing teens.
"You never answered my question." Percy said, once she'd left.
"Huh?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"I was going to ask that, Jackson, but hell Yeah."
Cue kisses on the face, jokes and laughter.
Sure Y/n might be in (more) trouble, have problems, haters, and a medical treatment- but all those could wait. All that mattered was that they were together, and heck, none of those could seperate them.
