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balletfilmss · 20 days

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HOME TO HER

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader smau

✸ notes: requested by @aryxchse!! i tried out tweets with this one bc i think they’re SO fun so lmk what you think 😚

…now playing: you & i — one direction

itsyn: dear camp jupiter, you can’t keep him, he’s mine 🤍🫶

tagged: itspercy

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itspercy: they couldn’t keep me away from you even if they wanted to

╰┈➤ itsyn: they better not try again bc i have a bow and arrows and ik how to use em

╰┈➤ itspercy: use them next time your mom tries to square up w me

╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤺🤺🤺

wise.girl: HEY I (unfortunately) TOOK THAT SECOND PIC, WHERE’S MY PHOTO CRED???

╰┈➤ itsyn: pic creds to my amazing sweet gorgeous angel spectacular best friend annie 🫶

╰┈➤ wise.girl: thank you 😌

pipermcqueen: third pic is the best photo i’ve ever seen of percy

╰┈➤ wise.girl: because his face is covered?

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: YES MAAAAAM

sunshinesolace: yall they got matching users, ain’t NOBODY separating them

╰┈➤ itsyn: damn straight 😤

╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: damn HUH?? WHO?? WHERE?? LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

╰┈➤ itsyn: AJSHSK THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT

itspercy: i look fly as hell in that first pic 😮‍💨

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: someone humble this man rn

╰┈➤itspercy: PIPER LET ME LIVE

praetor.reyna: girl TAKE HIM PLEASE

╰┈➤ itsyn: don’t worry rey, i’ll keep him on a leash or smth and away from you <3

╰┈➤ itspercy: HELLO??

╰┈➤ itsyn: the leash can be blue, now shush

╰┈➤ itspercy: 🫡

…now playing: work song — hozier

itspercy: sorry future mama-in-law, but you could never make me forget her

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jaygrace: hera throwing a temper tantrum over that caption rn i just know it (i don’t mean it, queen, pls don’t hurt me 😇)

╰┈➤ itspercy: hoes mad 🤷‍♂️ (hoes is obviously jason…just in case anyone was wondering)

╰┈➤ itsyn: shut up rn, both of you

itsyn: im not crying, you’re crying

╰┈➤ itspercy: NO BABY DONT CRY

╰┈➤ itsyn: IT’S TOO LATE TO SAY THAT 😭😭

wise.girl: WHO TOLD THIS MAN ABOUT HOZIER???

╰┈➤ itsyn: um, guilty?

╰┈➤ itspercy: hozier is me in disguise bc that song WAS written about my sweet girl yn

gman_: why do you always have THE MOST INTENSE EYE CONTACT W THE CAMERA LIKE???

╰┈➤ itspercy: fabulous genetics, courtesy of the queen (MY mom)

itsyn: i love you water boy ☹️

╰┈➤ itspercy: i love you more angel

╰┈➤ itsyn: IMPOSSIBLE

╰┈➤ itspercy: POSSIBLE

╰┈➤ itsyn: WE’RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

jaygrace: IMAGINE getting all your memories back

╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: JASON STOP TRAUMA DUMPING IN THE COMMENT SECTION 🗣️🗣️

╰┈➤ itspercy: it’s okay bro, all you’ve gotta remember is me

frank.zz: if juno comes for your ass over that caption, i am NOT helping this time

╰┈➤ itsyn: haven’t you been observing, frank? if she tries again imma get her, obviously 🙄🤺

╰┈➤ itspercy: problem SOLVED

praetor.reyna: imma get you a shirt that says “if lost return to yn” so we don’t have this problem again

╰┈➤ itspercy: and i will wear it religiously, give

itsyn: NO GRAVE COULD HOLD MY BODY DOWN

╰┈➤ itspercy: I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER (you)

╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤭🤍

#୨୧ love letters #୨୧ sealed with a kiss!#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo smau #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson x y/n #pjo fandom #pjo thoughts #percy jackson smau #smau

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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months

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Hiii! So here’s an idea: Leo with Jason’s ex and dealing with insecurities about not being as good as Jason ad being a bf… wdyt? Ps: if u could write something for this I’d be like loving it but if not nvm! Ofc! Kisses and hearts and hugs and all in between dear!

So I went completely off topic but this has been sitting in my inbox for ages so I pumped this out in forty minutes, <3

kisses kisses love kisses --- Leo V x reader

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-It wasn’t your fault that your boyfriend stuck his tongue out a little bit when he was concentrating, and how he always seemed to have a song stuck in his head so he’d do little dances as he searched for tools, and the way his stupidly fluffy hair always seemed to bounce around.

-And somehow he didn’t even mind when you watched him work, or just did your own thing on one of the few couches in Bunker 9 that Harley hadn’t broken the springs of jumping up and down. You could just chill out and every few minutes he would walk past carrying saws and drills and kiss you on the top of your head.

-Although if you were being honest, sometimes you’d maybe might just take his tools out of his hands and pull him around to the other side of the couch for a few more kisses that would turn into Leo sitting opposite you cross legged giggling and whispering the most random things while you pressed kisses to his jaw and his neck and sometimes his lips just to shut him up so you could keep making out.

-He wasn’t very good at making out, you’d found out.

-Not in the way you’d think from that statement, he was a great kisser [you knew from experience. So much experience,]. Leo would just get so overwhelmed, in a good way of course, and forget to kiss back. He’d sit there beaming like a lovesick idiot while you gave him hickeys. You’d have to snap him out of it every once in a while because apparently after dating for a good while, he still couldn’t handle it.

-Of course there were those times he’d just pounce with his slim fingers and his crooked teeth that seemed to become attached to your mouth in seconds.

-You’d be wearing hoodies and concealer the next day, to put it simply.

-Back to the point.

-There’d still be nights where he’d be a bit off and you’d find a packet of oreo’s [probably Piper’s], and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows for you both. His sweet tooth could get dangerous sometimes.

-You’d gotten pretty good at figuring out the difference between Leo’s bad days, and Leo’s very bad no good days.

-Usually the first example could be fixed with snacks and a lot of kisses, which you weren’t exactly complaining about. The second kind, though, although snacks and kisses always helped, were usually spent trudging around one of your cabins in pajamas watching movies because there was nothing worse for everyone then an Angry Leo on the loose.

-Sometimes you wouldn’t even realize something was wrong until Leo would change into one of your hoodies and turn the lights off quickly with a tired ‘goodnight mi amor’.

-You knew to give him a while, Leo wasn’t one to express his more negative feelings [positive ones on the other hand, the whole of camp could pick Leo in a crowd just by his laugh], so you reached across your bed, which wasn’t hard. Single beds weren’t exactly roomie, even if your boyfriend was incredibly scrawny.

-Even Leo on a very bad no good day couldn’t resist cuddles.

-He is also the snuggliest little spoon to ever exist. You’d wrap your arms around his middle and on the nights when Leo didn’t want to talk he’d still fall back into you and you could feel his sleepy smile in the air.

-Leo knew that you loved him.

-Most of the camp knew that you loved him, and vice versa.

-You’d had enough conversations at this point that you could just start pressing kisses to parts of Leo [with permission of course, and not in the way yall are thinking] to show all that love.

-He had insecurities, but he was working on them and you were so proud of him. There were always bad days though, so you would hold his hands in your own and whisper about how fluffy his hair was and how pretty his hands were and the fact that if he ever hated his body again you would kiss him until he couldn’t even think about unhappy things.

-However Leo acted after that, whether it was descending into a fit of giggles or continuing to grumble about how he wasn’t a very good boyfriend, he would be kissed until he couldn’t think.

-It was safe to say that Leo had found a concealer to match his skin tone only a few weeks after you started dating.

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#Leo valdez #leovaldez #Leo Valdez x reader #Leo Valdez x you #Leo Valdez x y/n #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #Percy Jackson characters x reader

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all-too-unwell-13 · 3 months

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because it is physically impossible for me to shut up ...

here are some taylor swift songs that remind me of pjo/riordanverse ships and characters!!!

'you are in love' - percabeth my loves

'peace' - percabeth (from percy's pov)

'say don't go' - perachel (no i don't ship this but THIS FROM RACHEL'S POV IM NOT OK)

'clean' and 'all you had to do was stay' - annabeth to luke after his betrayal (ayhtws in a platonic brother/sister way)

'i think he knows' - percabeth

'the 1' - percy & rachel (from rachel's pov)

'tis the damn season' - jason & piper (piper's pov after the breakup)

'begin again' - percabeth (from annabeth's pov!!!! also frazel??)

'this is me trying' - nico di angelo my beloved

'mad woman' - reyna avila ramirez arellano & alex fierro

'would've could've should've' - annabeth after luke's betrayal </3

'mine' - fierrochase (from alex's pov) <3<3<3

'hey stephen' - fierrochase (from magnus' pov)

'it's time to go' - jason's death (+ the jasper breakup??)

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starlightshadowsworld · 7 months

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Jason: getting everyone's attention Friends, Romans, Country men, lend me your ears.

Leo: Ha, take that he called us his friends!

Piper: Yeah, suck it!

They high five

Jason: gently Guys, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

Leo: Carry on, pretend we aren't here.

Piper: You've got this!

Jason: smiles clears his throat and begins his speech

Piper: whispering, chanting We're his best friends and you guys aren't.

Leo: also whispering and chanting We're his best friends and you guys aren't.

Octavian: Oh shut up.

Piper: sing song voice Somebody's jealous~

Octavian: Pfft please.

Leo: amused You wanna be his friend so bad, you look so stupid.

Octavian: Like Pluto I do!

Jason: Hm?

Octavian:... Nothing...

Jason: Shrugs, carries on

Piper: Ooo not even a word.

Leo: You're nothing to him, shakes his head poor Tavy.

Piper: mimicking Octavian's voice Poor Tavy, got a face only a mother could love.

Octavian: seething

#jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #heroes of olympus #octavian pjo

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sionnaach · 1 month

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Trigger warnings for drug and alcohol use, a lot of swearing, and death (and dying. and dying. and dying)

Here it is. The Russian Doll AU

(or at least the first chapter)

Someone is knocking on the bathroom door.

Nico stares at his reflection in the mirror.

He’s twenty-five today. He’s managed twenty-five whole rotations around the sun, by some miracle, or divine intervention by whatever God(s) that enjoy watching the relative shitshow that is his life. According to Piper, the frontal lobe finishes developing at this age, but Nico doesn’t feel any different, any more mature than he had yesterday, or the day or week or year before that.

Same old Nico, for better or for worse.

The music is muffled behind the closed door, and he isn’t sure what song is playing, but it’s loud and heavy and he’s glad that there is at least something to his taste at this party that his friends insisted on throwing for him. In his (Piper’s) apartment.

The knocking continues.

He sighs and washes his hands before leaving.

A girl he doesn’t recognise glares at him when he opens the bathroom door, shouldering past him and slamming it shut behind her. Rolling his eyes, he makes his way to the kitchen, passing groups of people he doesn't know or can't be bothered remembering who are all wishing him a happy birthday, placing errant hands on his shoulder or clapping his back as he moves through the crowd. Someone hands him a shot, which he is marginally more enthusiastic about taking.

Piper grins at him from her position behind the kitchen counter, a lit joint in her hand that she begins to wave in the air like a particularly drunk conductor at his approach, her voice a lilting sing-song. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday-”

“Piper,” Nico interrupts her singing, plucking the joint from her hand and taking a drag. “How long have we known each other?”

“About ten years?”

“And in all that time, when have I ever asked you - or anyone, for that matter - for a birthday party?”

“Never, I know, but this is different Nico. you're officially a quarter of a century. That deserves celebrating!” She reaches for the joint, whining when Nico holds it out of her reach with a wry smile. “And it was Leo’s idea.”

Leo, who was currently nowhere to be found.

“And that makes up for a bunch of strangers invading my personal space.” He grumbles, taking another hit before Piper snatches the joint out of his hands again, taking a draw herself.

“Don't be a grump, you know plenty of people. Plus! Hazel and Frank should be here soon, and Percy and Annabeth said they'd swing by at some point. You can stop pretending that you have no friends.”

There’s a loud cheer, and a voice that belongs, undeniably, to one Leo Valdez can be heard even above the music.

“Chef Leo is back in business!”

Said chef is suddenly beside him, Jason in tow, both bearing two huge platters of Leo’s “famous” tofu tacos, which they place down on the counter once Piper clears up enough free space, pushing empty beer bottles and glasses to one side.

“You’re welcome, birthday boy.” Leo says with a grin, bumping their shoulders together. “I’ll give you first pick.”

“How generous of you, Valdez.” Nico grouses, but he grabs one of the tacos anyway - they are good, even if Leo is a bit too up his own ass about his cooking ability.

“Happy birthday, Nico.” Jason says with a smile, holding out a small present wrapped in the most obnoxious wrapping paper he has ever seen (another one of Leo’s fine ideas, he’s sure.) Nico licks the taco juice from his fingers and takes the gift from him.

“Thalia said she’s sorry she couldn’t come, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Someone needs to open tomorrow,” Nico responds with a shrug. “We went out for a drink last week, so she already got her well wishes in.” She had also sent him a text this morning, telling him he better still be hungover when he’s back at work the day after next or she would know that he hadn’t celebrated hard enough and that she ‘hadn’t raised a quitter’.

Tattoo artists were a different breed. He should know, being one.

He waves the box, gentle to not damage the contents. “I’m gonna put this in my room, I’ll be right back.”

Upon leaving his bedroom, Nico comes face to face with the last person he wanted to see tonight.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

He’s still in his scrubs, evidently having arrived straight from the fucking hospital. With anyone else that fact might have been sweet, but for some reason it just serves to irritate Nico further.

Maybe it’s just Octavian being here in the first place that is pissing him off.

“Nico!” Octavian cries. (Seriously, who the fuck calls their kid Octavian? That should have been the first warning sign. But Nico was notorious for seeing red flags and running straight on by.) He flashes him that too-perfect smile. Nico glowers in response.

“Why are you here?” He snaps, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

Octavian visibly deflates at Nico’s less than warm welcome, voice faltering. “Well, it’s your birthday, isn’t it? This is your party?”

“I sure as hell didn’t invite you.”

Another knife in the wound, and Nico feels a small degree of satisfaction as Octavian’s face falls into a frown.

“Can I please just explain-” He tries again, but Nico cuts him off.

“I’m not being your fucking rebound or side-piece or whatever the fuck that whole situation was again.”

“Nico-” Octavian reaches out a hand to touch him, to grab his arm or shoulder, but Nico flinches back violently, all but baring his teeth.

“Fuck off.” he snarls, shouldering by roughly, hitting against his arm and leaving Octavian standing in the hallway.

He needs a break.

Or another joint. Or a lot of alcohol. All of the above.

Piper is still in the kitchen, talking to Jason. She catches the look in his eye, and immediately holds out the joint again. Nico accepts, holding it between his teeth while he also pours himself a glass of the nearest booze - an unlabeled bottle, his favourite.

He takes a hit, hands the joint back to Piper, and downs the glass in fluid succession. The alcohol is terrible, and it burns his throat, but the weed is at least starting to ebb some of his general frustration at the night.

“Who invited Octavian.”

His friends stare at him.

“No one?”

Jason sighs, pushing up his glasses to rub the space between his eyes. “I’ll get him to leave.” He squeezes Nico’s shoulder reassuringly, before heading back the way Nico came to kick out his… Ex whatever.

“I didn’t invite him.” Piper reassures him once Jason is gone, the most serious she has been all night. “I know Leo didn’t either. I’m sorry, I don’t know how he even figured out-”

Nico sighs, and pours himself another drink. After a pause, he pours one for Piper, too. “It’s fine,” he holds out the glass, and they clink them together before swallowing. “He knew it was my birthday anyway, probably just showed up. Like a fuckin’ stalker.”

“You really need to work on your taste in men.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I'm going to the shop.” Nico tells Piper once they’d worked their way through three quarters of the mystery alcohol.

“Oh! could you grab me a box of Marlboros, please-and-thank-you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He slips through the crowd and makes his way to the front door and grabs his leather jacket from the coat rack, pulling it on. Woolen collar aside, it's probably not warm enough to deal with the January cold, but fuck it; he has an aesthetic to uphold. Nico pats his jacket pockets, making sure he has his keys and wallet before heading out the door of the apartment.

Luckily for Nico, as a gust of frigid air hits him upon stepping onto the street and has him questioning if he really needs the booze and smokes, the nearest corner shop is only a short walk from their apartment. Walking quickly, he’s there in five minutes. The chiming of the doorbell announces his arrival, and the cashier looks up from her position at the till.

It's Lou Ellen working tonight, one of the few workers who’s name he actually remembers.

“Hey Nico,” she gives him a lazy salute in greeting, and goes back to… writing? He thinks she’s writing something. It’s hard to tell from where he’s standing.

“How's it going?” He asks, coming up to the counter, where he can see that she’s doing what appears, to his non-college educated mind, to be a college paper. He wouldn’t have been able to make sense of the formulas written on the paper if they were right side up, never mind trying to decipher them from this angle.

She shrugs, still focused on her coursework. “Same shit, different day.” She sets her pen down, returning her attention to Nico. “What you after?”

“Pack of Marlboro please, and… A bottle of Smirnoff.”

“Gotcha.” She turns to the racking behind her, plucking out a pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of vodka from a shelf that is just within her reach.

“Got your ID? Tattoos don't count.” A slight smile is pulling at her lips as she places the bottle and cigarette pack on the counter before them. The first time they had met, Nico had forgotten his ID in the apartment and had tried to use the full sleeve(!!) of patchwork tattoos that take up his left arm to convince her that he was over twenty-one, Actually, Thank You Very Much.

She hadn’t relented, and he had to make an extra twenty minute detour to retrieve said ID. Anything for alcohol.

“Yeah yeah,” he mutters, pulling his wallet from his jacket pocket and brandishing his currently useless driver's license before her. Lou Ellen, knowing full well he’s of legal age, gives it a cursory glance, enough for the cameras to believe that she was adhering to the law, before waving him off. She flashes him a grin.

“Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks.” he shrugs one shoulder, pulling out his debit card to pay.

There's a yelp, a crash and the sound of shattering glass from the other side of the shop, startling them both. “What the fuck-” he starts, as Lou Ellen groans.

“Jesus, Will-” She rounds the counter as another figure - Nico hadn't even realized there was anyone else in the shop - appears at the top of the aisle, hands raised sheepishly. He’s about their age and tall, bundled in a warm dark navy parka. Blonde curls are poking out from underneath the beanie on his head.

More importantly, he’s also hammered.

“Sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up.” Drunk Guy starts, but is cut off by a raised hand, as Lou Ellen herds him, bodily, both hands on his arms and pushing, towards the back room. That's definitely against company policy, not that Nico cares.

“Like hell you will.” She says gruffly. Glancing back over her shoulder at Nico, she throws him a withering look and inclines her head at the walking disaster before her. “Sorry, I gotta-” Nico takes the hint. All things considered, at least he’s not dealing with anything like that tonight.

“Don't worry about it. Good luck.”

“Cheers. Hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday!”

He pockets the cigarettes and grabs the bagged vodka, and with a wave in Lou Ellen’s general direction, he’s back out onto the freezing New York streets.

Nico draws his jacket tighter around himself, huddling into the fabric the best he can. Definitely not warm enough.

He pulls the box of cigarettes back out and fishes the lighter he keeps in his jacket pocket. If Piper is going to have him buying her smokes, the least she can do is share, he reasons. It takes him a minute to light the cigarette, hands going numb in the cold. He takes a drag, exhaling a puff of smoke into the air.

Someone is sitting on the street across the road. A teenager, eighteen, maybe, and he’s strumming an idle tune on the guitar in his lap. The song, and the teenager, with his mop of curly brown hair ducked so Nico can’t quite see his face, seem familiar.

The kid looks up and Nico meets his eyes. Even from this distance, he can tell they're a little too blue - but that’s definitely an after-effect of the weed. They stare at each other, and Nico can’t shake the feeling that he should know who he is.

He should probably get back to the party.

Usually the cold helps to sober him up, but Nico feels drunker now than when he left the apartment. Maybe the alcohol was reacting badly to the weed. He needs to get back to apartment and eat about five of Leo’s tacos to sober up a little.

In his rush to get home, he forgets to look both ways when he steps out onto the road.

There is the screech of tyres and the blaring of a car horn and suddenly he’s airborne. Nico’s entire body feels like it’s on fire. A sickening crunch as he hits tarmac, something is wet and sticky, all around him, and dark eyes are staring out at the street but not quite seeing -

Someone is knocking on the bathroom door.

Nico is staring at his reflection in the mirror.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #russian doll au #pjo #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #dw about Octavian I just thought it would be funny in the long run (iykyk)#lou ellen blackstone #prayers the hyperfixation lasts long enough to finish this

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d0llpartssss · 8 days

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*Piper and Percy in the car*

Percy: Let's put on some music

Piper: Yeah. Here, I have a CD where I put all the songs I currently like so I don't have to carry a phone

Percy: Smart move *plays CD*

*Good luck, babe starts playing*

Piper: *Screams her way through the song* AND WHEN YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHTTTTT

Percy: *looks at Piper, concerned*

Piper: YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN HIS WIFEEEEE AND WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT ME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO, YOU'RE STANDING FACE TO FACE WITH I TOLD U SOOOOO

Percy: So Piper, uhm, how's your dating li-

Piper: Shut up, shut up here comes one of the best parts *starts tearing up*

Percy: uhm

Piper: YOU'D HAVE TO STOP THE WORLD JUST TO STOP THE FEELINGGGGG

*the song finishes and an upbeat song starts playing*

Percy: Piper?

Piper: What?!

Percy: Nothing, nothing...

#percy jackson #lesbian #percy jackon and the olympians #piper mclean #percy jackson fandom #pjo #pjo fandom #chappell roan the woman you are #piper mclean is a lesbian

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see-the-ending · 9 months

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Jason Grace Headcanons!

asks are open if you want other characters <3

He uses bluelight glasses for his computer.

He taught Leo how to tie a tie.

He likes classic music. Like, if you can call it 'classic' in any way, shape or form, he likes it. (classical piano, classic rock, etc.)

Reyna was his first kiss because they kissed just to say they had done it.

Chronic headaches. No arguing.

He and Reyna mildly abused the position of praetor to get Octavian to shut up.

He's asexual for sure, possibly biromantic. Maybe demiromantic, but I couldn't tell you for certain.

His favorite Taylor Swift era is 1989, favorite song is New Romantics.

He was scared of ducks when he was like, five.

5SOS, One Direction, and OneRepublic. That's it.

ignoring ToA- he, Piper, and Leo all went to a Conan Gray concert because Piper somehow got great tickets for dirt cheap and she wanted one last hurrah before she moved to Oklahoma.

He has to wear an ankle brace sometimes because he broke it when he was like, 14 and it got better, but it hurts when he gets really stressed.

He would've loved Renegades by Marissa Meyer.

His favorite gift he ever got was from Leo for his birthday. It was a snow globe and it had Festus, with lightning bolts shooting everywhere and when you shook it, the bolts flashed.

His favorite flowers are lilies and yellow roses.

He hates gummy bears and gummy worms.

He has dyscalculia rather than dyslexia.

He owns like, five HydroFlasks.

He's the friend who says "Hydrate or diedrate." but then needs to be reminded of that himself.

ALSO Leo was his bi awakening, I don't make the rules.

#writers on tumblr #jason grace #jason x reyna #jason x leo #jason grace headcanon #heroes of olympus #we're gonna ignore toa #trials of apollo

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repairgirl · 1 year

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19. i love you in a song pt. 1

word count: 2.0k

t/w: stalling. the biggest buildup to the main event ever

You rested your head against the window of Piper’s cherry red Jeep (Beatrice, if you so please), reminiscing on the last time you all were squished like this— the ride to the summer kickoff party, back in June. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

You thought about how much had changed since then: your growing friendship with the girls, now stronger than ever, the big brother role Percy had taken on, your sense of worth, and most significantly, your relationship with Leo. The vibes in the Jeep were good, the sunroof was open and beams of light shone on you and the others, almost as if Apollo was saying one last goodbye before summer ended and he shone a little less. The breeze made you feel okay, and a sense of satisfaction washed over you. All things considered, the summer was a fun and notable one, and you were grateful for your friends who made it that way. You smiled to yourself, not thinking anyone would see.

Naturally, Leo elbowed you in the side, a stupid smirk on his face.

“Ow,” you groaned. “What the hell was that for?”

“You were smiling too much. Had to switch it up a little,” he replied, seemingly proud of his genius idea.

“Charming as always, Valdez,” you clapped back. “If you had asked, you’d know I actually was smiling because I was just thinking about this summer, how it’s coming to an end, and how grateful I am for all of you.”

“Aww, you really do love and care for us,” Percy chided in a mocking tone.

“Of course she does. Don’t get a big head about it, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth added on, before looking to you and smiling warmly. “And we’re just as grateful for you, Y/N.”

Nico made a gagging noise from the backseats where he was cramped next to Will. “I might projectile vomit before we have a chance to even make it there due to all this love in the air.”

Will put his hands up in defense. “If you do, get it as far away from me as possible. I’m off duty until August 27th, 2023.”

“Move-in day,” Nico groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“Married couple, shut up,” Piper said, pulling into a driveway. “We’re here.”

She parked the Jeep in the parking lot of a beautiful two-story oceanfront vacation home, complete with mermaid and ocean decorations on the sides. In the backyard was a pool, and just through the fence surrounding it was the sand that led to the ocean. To say you were in awe would be an understatement.

“Wow, Pipes, how’d we snag this?” Leo asked.

Piper turned to him, her eyes sparkling. “I have my ways.”

“I do not condone theft, I do not condone theft,” Frank repeated to himself, covering his eyes.

“Unless it’s Piper,” Hazel chimed in, giggling.

Frank sighed in defeat, and everyone burst into laughter.

You, among the others, grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and lugged them inside. Leo trailed behind you like a dog, seemingly as happy as you were that you two were on good enough terms to share a room. Upon unlocking the door, everyone plopped their bags in the entryway and found the nearest couch or chair to slump on from being cramped during the two-hour car ride.

“Before we get comfortable,” Annabeth chided. “Who’s rooms are who’s? So we can start unpacking our stuff.”

Percy tugged her sleeve. “Just sit down for a minute and turn off your brain, Beth. I’m gonna…” he started, followed by loud snoring.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Aaand, there he goes. I’ll get his bags.”

“Perfect, because you two are on the ground floor,” Piper stated. “Down the hallway on the left, along with Leo and YN, whose bedroom is sandwiched between yours and Percy’s and mine and Jason's,” she finished hesitantly. “Nico and Will and Frank and Hazel, you two have the upstairs rooms. They’re exactly the same, so choose for yourself.”

Everyone got up and shuffled to their respective rooms, except for Percy, who was dead asleep on the couch, acting like he hadn’t had a shred of rest in years. Which, in some sense, was true.

Leo grabbed your suitcase and bags, in addition to his, and started heading to your shared room.

“Trying to win be back so soon, Valdez?” you chided. You pretended to be annoyed by this, but secretly you loved it.

He winked at you, and your heart melted, but you ignored it. “You know it, boba girl.”

You were too busy daydreaming to realize that Leo had stopped dead in his tracks in the doorframe of your room, barely daring to make a move.

“Um, Y/N, you might want to see this…”

Where there should have been a bunk bed was a singular king bed, soaking up the room in all its glory.

You facepalmed, a million thoughts rushing through your head. “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Piper giggled behind you, causing you to see her, Jason, and Annabeth, who had witnessed the entire thing.

“Piper McLean, I swear on the gods if you planned this—” you started, but she cut you off.

“I didn’t, I promise!” she replied, frantically scrolling through her phone. “The host says the house was recently updated for each room to include a full king bed.” She smiled sheepishly. “Oops.”

Jason then led Piper to their room, presumably to discuss their own sleeping arrangements. “We’ll give you two some time to talk. Knock if you need anything.”

Annabeth reassuringly put her hand on your back, offering some words of encouragement herself. “I’m gonna go unpack, but I’m here if you need anything, okay? You’ve always got Percy and me.”

You nodded weakly. “Okay, Beth. Love you.”

Soon enough, it was just you and Leo, who looked about as embarrassed as you felt. He started to ramble about whatever thoughts came to mind.

“Listen Y/N, I know this is super weird, I mean, It’s not weird to me but it’s probably weird to you, I mean, if it’s weird for US that’s what I mean, and I can sleep on the couch, or the floor, or—”

“Leo.”

“Hm?”

“I think I need some space.”

You shut the door in front of you, alone in the cold, empty room, feeling like you were the only person in the world.

You slumped down the door, putting your head in your hands, not sure what emotion to begin to process first. And little did you know, on the other side of the wall, Leo was doing the same exact thing.

++++

As you unpacked, not realizing just how many hours had gone by, a million thoughts plagued your mind, each seeming to be sorted into opposite categories. Part of you was excited at the prospect of sharing a bed with Leo, as your feelings were admittedly still there, and like all the wise people say, feelings for your first love never really do go away. But the other part was terrified and felt embarrassed, and kept reminding you that he didn’t like you back, or so he claimed that night at the party. You were just a friend in his eyes, and you felt like that’s all that you would ever be. This part of you felt so small, as small as you did when you confessed in the pool house. It made you want to cry.

Just then, you heard a knock on your door and a familiar friendly voice.

“Hey, Y/N?” Hazel asked. “You in there?”

“Yeah, come in,” you called from the bed, where you were now slumped, sulking and staring at the wall.

She walked over and sat next to you, putting her arm around you and making you feel a warmth you hadn’t felt since you got there. You fell into her embrace.

“How are you doing, love?”

“I’m okay. Could be better. Just thinking about—” you gestured vaguely, “—you know.”

She nodded. “What’s going through your mind?”

You sighed, getting ready to lay it down on her. “Everything. A part of me is excited, like maybe this could be the opportunity we’ve always needed, and that part of me is hoping that just one night together would fix everything and open his eyes for me, like we’re in some kind of reader insert fanfiction,” you chuckled dryly. “But the other part of me is so terrified. Terrified that I am and only ever will be a friend to him, and this whole thing makes him wildly uncomfortable. That he wants nothing to do with me, and all the little comments, flirtatious remarks, ways he looks at me when he thinks I can’t see, that all of it means nothing.

And that part of me is so scared, and makes me feel so small, just like I felt at Piper’s, at her summer party, and then at his birthday party, and how I’ve felt time and time again. I just want some confirmation, some closure. That this isn’t all in my head. Or maybe, that it is. Either way, I’d just like to know. So I can feel content, and maybe even at peace before we all go to college, and start fresh, if need be.”

You laughed to yourself. “And the last part of my brain is mocking me, because I’m probably just overthinking and he’ll end up sleeping on the couch anyway, and everything will be fine. And I did all of this worrying for absolutely no reason other than to make things harder for myself.”

Hazel’s warm, golden eyes locked with yours, and you got the sense she truly understood.

“That’s a lot for one woman to carry,” she admitted. “And you’re definitely putting more stress on yourself than you need to. I think what you need to do is follow your heart, and trust your gut.”

“What do you mean?”

“Follow your heart. What has your heart wanted all along? If none of this happened, where would you be? And now that is has happened, do you feel the same or different than before?” she asked. “And to trust your gut, you must do what is right for you. Not for anyone else, not acting in a way that you think everyone expects you to. Make the decisions you make for no one but yourself, and if you feel something is right, go for it. You do only live once, after all.”

You smiled, her words sinking into your skin and mending a few cracks on your heart. You buried her in a hug.

“Thank you, Hazel. I needed that.”

“Of course, babes. That’s what friends are for.” She started to gather herself, sensing that you already were doing much better. “You good if I go?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, feeling sure of yourself for the first time in a while.

“Oh, and hey,” Hazel continued, “The girls and I are going to go for a walk on the boardwalk in about half an hour and do some exploring. care to join us?”

“Tempting, but I think I’m going to do some journaling and sort out all of these new emotions,” you replied. “I’ll definitely join everyone for dinner later, though.”

She smiled, closing the door behind her. “You better. I’ll leave you to it.”

Hazel’s words had left you feeling like a new woman, and so you put on your favorite feel-good playlist and danced around the room before doing some light journaling. You wrote about everything, from the crush you’d had on Leo before Calypso entered his life to still having it even after she exited to the feelings you were sorting out now, and what exactly they meant. You filled six pages with words, doodles, and scribbles, letting anything that came into your head flow out naturally onto the paper. An hour later, you felt better than you ever had before. Every emotion you had been ignoring or neglecting or shutting down had now found a place on your journal paper, and you felt free to express your emotions without judgement of anyone else.

Meanwhile, in Percy’s room, the guys were up to much different activities.

yours truly || leo valdez x fem!reader smau

a/n: sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger <3 and you know i had to do the classic there was only one bed but anyway!! part one of the long-awaited finale is here! part 2 coming at 12PM EST tomorrow!!

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light up the dark [XIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 2k

genre: drama, minor angst, action

warnings: minor Leo self loathing, Leo crying </3, questionable and obscure mythology usage, generally sketchy at best plotting (this outline is very old), Leo looks really fucking pretty in the snow

summary: Leo gets something important off his chest, then chases after you to make ammends. When he looks for you, he's met with soemthing entirely different than he expected, and way more than he bargained for.

song recs: pretty when you cry - lana del rey, meant to be yours - heathers obc, wasteland baby - hozier, roll up - the struts

a/n: okay we're getting to the last few parts aka where the outline gets questionable as fuck but the whole thing is hinged on the questionable parts so there's really not a way for me to change anything at this point we're all just along for the ride!! also this chapter (and maybe the next/last couple) will probably be on the shorter side bc I wasn't sure how much outline I would need to actually make a chapter so I undershot a little. the second reason is I'm burnt out lol. anyway enjoy!!

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It’s safely early morning now, and people are beginning to wake up. Throughout the different rooms in the house, blankets are flipped back and bedroom doors are opened, curtains are drawn, and groggy conversation is made over face wash and toothpaste and running water. After enough time wallowing in his self loathing, Leo gets up to look for you. Being petty like that only felt gratifying and justified for a few fleeting moments. After that he just felt bad. Like, really bad. He knew what he said was probably too harsh as soon as the words left his mouth and you bolted. Gods, why can't he just be a little more patient?

He bets that Jason never would have said something like that to you, yet here he is, screwing up again. He tugs on the rest of his clothes, ending with a hoodie for the unseasonably cold weather, and leaves to find you. As he descends the stairs, a gust of freezing air washes over him. He looks for the source, and sees the front door is ajar. Snowflakes blow in, along with a few small, downy feathers that look almost pink in the diffused morning light struggling to get through the heavy dark clouds that continue to roll in.

"Morning." He hears Jason's groggy voice behind him, "You're up early.” He turns around to see Piper standing next to him, yawning. They’re wearing matching pajamas, and have matching bed head. They’re so cute together it would make Leo a little sick on any other day. Jason's hair is sticking up in every direction, and he wipes the smudges off his glasses with the hem of his shirt. Leo hasn't seen his friends since last night, when they backed him up in front of Calypso - something he hadn't been expecting.

Just the sight of them brings back a highlight reel of all the things that they said - along with the rest of his friends - in his defense. That paired with how much he wishes he could see you right now, make sure you’re okay, is enough to have tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Sure, what he said might have been coming from feeling very justifiably upset at the way he’s been treated until now, but that’s not your fault. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you like he did.

“You okay?” Piper asks, a note of concern in her voice. He’s clearly not, and she wants to know why right now. He takes in a shaky breath and squeezes his eyes shut. After a few moments, he tells them what happened - or at least he tries to. He barely gets out about half the story before he stops, really not wanting to cry more than he feels like he’s about to. Jason and Piper share a look. It’s so early and they’re barely awake, but that’s not going to stop them from trying to help him. In their drowsy stupor, they hear the worst in his fumbled explanation.

They share a regretful look. What they piece together is really disappointing, but they can’t say they’re totally surprised. They definitely are disappointed, they were really starting to root for you - especially compared to Calypso. It’s not your quick wit or sharp tongue that surprises them, it’s that you directed it at Leo. They’re not sure exactly what words were exchanged, just that Leo is really hurting over this, which is the one thing they don’t want. To make things worse, he’s really worried about you. They hear footsteps behind them.

“What’s going on?” This time it’s Annabeth’s groggy morning voice, and she’s closely followed by Percy, who looks like he’d rather still be asleep.

“They got into a fight,” Jason says, trying to bring them up to speed - granted, he doesn’t have much more information than they do now. Leo lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to squeeze away his tears and pressing his hands into his face. He shakes his head before his eyes land back on the door. The wind blew it a little further open, and he can see your footprints make long, panicked strides in the growing snow on the ground.

“I-” he chuckles, weepily, “I have to go find her…” He’s already descending the stairs when his friends start to protest. It’s so early and they’re all barely awake, the last thing they want is for him to jump into something if they’re not awake enough to help him out yet.

“Wait,” Piper starts, “maybe you should stay here.”

“Yeah, maybe we should talk about this before you, you know, rush into anything.” Percy agrees.

“Or make a stupid decision for a manipulative bitch and get nothing in return.”

Everyone stops dead in their tracks as Calypso’s voice echoes through the hall. A collective sense of being found by the T-Rex in Jurassic Park passes over everyone, and the room stills. Only Calypso could make a room full of people with ADHD stand totally still.

“She’s gone. Good riddance.” Calypso says, without a sliver of concern in her voice. “I mean it was just a matter of time before that little whore finally showed her true colors, and-”

“FOR GODS’ SAKE CALYPSO! CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! PLEASE?!”

The room falls silent again, and all eyes turn to Leo. He looks exhausted and exasperated and completely and utterly done. She stares at him, mouth agape, refusing to believe he’s talking to her like that.

“Excuse-” She starts, but before she can finish, he keeps going. He’s not going to let her steamroll him, not anymore.

“I mean, really! We can’t get through one goddamn day without you ruining something. Do you have to work at being like this?” He demands rhetorically, “Cause it seems like you must work pretty fucking hard to be so miserable all the time!”

No one could have ever predicted this. No one could have imagined that Leo would ever be the one to put Calypso in her place like this.

“I am not-”

“No, no, no! I don’t give a shit!” He roars with an exasperated laugh, “I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit or whining or constant complaining! I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough, so just…” He laughs, trailing off as he realizes that he’s never going to get through to her. His only option is to get away from her. Or, he supposes, get her away from him.

“Get out.”

It’s silent again. All the commotion brought the last few people out of their rooms, so Nico, Will, Frank, and Hazel all heard most of what he had to say. They all stand there in shock as Calypso spews some more bullshit about not needing to take this and storms back into her room, presumably to pack her shit and leave. There’s a sense of giddy elation when she leaves. They have been waiting so, so long for him to really be able to stand up to her, to refuse being treated as shitty as she treats him. Percy makes some sassy remark behind her, and Piper is the first to congratulate him. Or she would have been, if he had stuck around long enough to celebrate. Piper jogs half way down the stairs, getting a glimpse of his dark, curly hair contrasting sharply with the snow. He’s out of the door before she can call his name.

Leo barely registers how strange this whole snow storm is. It’s supposed to be spring, it should be ambiently warm with little flowers blooming, not look like a trailer for Frozen. In spite of how weird the weather is, he doesn’t care about that right now. He just wants to find you. He tracks through the snow rapidly accumulating on the ground, following your footprints until he loses track of them, getting lost or covered up by what is quickly turning into a blizzard. He shivers, pulling his jacket around himself tighter. He's a Houston boy, he's not prepared for all this wintery bullshit. He still loves snow, he thinks it's one of the prettiest, most magical things in the world, but it's not pretty when he’s worried about you being outside in it.

Finally, he sees a figure in dark clothes shrouded in the blindingly white snowy landscape standing at the edge of the yard. He runs over, calling your name. He continues trudging through the snow, and when he’s close enough you turn around. Except it’s not you he’s met with. He stops dead in his tracks, stomach dropping as he struggles to remember her name after so many years. After a moment he remembers.

“Khione?!” He demands. He’s about to ask what the fuck she’s doing here. Before he can, she steps closer, lifting his chin up with her finger.

“Well, well, well…” she says, and Leo’s surprised that he can hear her perfectly over the roaring wind of the storm. The storm she probably created, he realizes. “You are just as easy on the eyes as I remember you being.”

A sickening chill runs down his spine at her words. Before he can even think of a reaction, she continues.

“I’m sure you’re curious as to what brings me here.” She states, walking around him, eyes never leaving him. He feels like he’s being circled by a shark. “Well, you’re a smart boy, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of how I got two gods to fall in love with me.”

He hasn’t, but now doesn’t seem like a good time to bring that up.

“Poseidon, I had wrapped around my finger.” She chuckles. “And Apollo…” The laughter evaporates, and her smile disappears, replaced by something more bitter.

“Apollo…” She stares into space, then her gaze hardens. “Apollo broke my heart.” She spits, turning away from him as she continues.

“I swore I would never love again, I’d never let myself be fooled by a beautiful man with warm eyes and charming smile. And then,” she whips around to him, her gaze dangerous. “You showed up.”

She walks closer to him, and Leo retreats a few steps on instinct.

“You showed up, and were tantalizingly close, almost in my grasp.” Her expression grows cold. “Then you rejected me.”

His stomach drops.

“I tried to talk some sense into Apollo, get him to see what he’s missing, but he’s too much of a fool to see the prize in front of him.” She spits before flashing another dangerous grin. “But I got my revenge on him, you can be sure of that. He stole my heart, I stole something of his right back.” Leo’s brow furrows, trying to piece together what her words really mean, trying to connect the dots between this and everything else that’s going on. She lets out a crazed chuckle.

“But I got my revenge.” She continues, getting even closer to him. She sizes him up, glowering at him predatorily. She chuckles darkly, and Leo sees something unhinged deep in her eyes starting to rise to the surface.

“And now, you will be my lover,” she laughs maniacally, “IN AN ETERNAL WINTER WASTELAND!”

Her laughter reverberates through the swirling snow, and Leo’s stomach drops. Chills creep over his skin, but it’s not just from the cold.

“Okay!” He yells over the howling wind, as thick snowflakes collect on his eyelashes. “You are seriously in-fucking-sane!” He’s not sure she can even hear him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not letting her get away with this, he’s not going to let her turn the world into a giant snow globe forever. He pulls his arms away from being wrapped up tight around himself and holds out his hands. They’re stiff from the cold, but that doesn’t stop him from summoning two huge balls of fire. They engulf him all the way up to the elbows, thawing him out a little. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and prepares to fight. Or more specifically, kick her frigid ass.

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shoto-chann · 26 days

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Hi there! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're absolutely adorable 😍 if you're taking requests, and since you're writing for HoO, I wanted to request a lee! Leo and ler! Piper or Jason or any of the Seven tickling the shit out of him for pulling nonstop pranks on April Fool's. Thank you so much hehe

This idea sounds absolutely beautiful! I finally get to write for my favorite book series! My Percy Jackson Era has started! There seriously needs to be more PJO/HoO tickle fics out there with characters like Leo, Frank, Hazel, or any other characters, but I'm fine with any cause they're all so wonderful. Here ya go, friend 😁😁

There's Always A Limit

Heroes of Olympus

Lee! Leo

Ler! Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel

Description: Leo keeps pulling April Fool's pranks on everyone, and after daring to get Annabeth, she and the rest of the Seven teach him why he shouldn't test people's patience

*Warning: Contains tickling

Leo silently giggled to himself as he finished setting up his next prank. "This is gonna be so good," He said quietly as he tiptoed out of the room he was in. Turning to the semi opened door, he waited for that person to wake up. He didn't have to wait long cause that person woke up five seconds later, rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, and screamed bloody murder. Leo laughed out loud and entered the room, witnessing Annabeth screaming and crawling away from what appeared to be the scariest thing in the world: spiders. Annabeth's eyes turned to Leo as she trembled in the corner. "LEO! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" She screamed. "PERCY! PERCY!" "April Fools!" Leo said as he fell to the floor, cackling. He picked up one of the spiders and showed it to Annabeth, who only screamed louder. "Calm down, they're not real spiders" Leo said as he revealed what it actually was. "It's just paper, Annie. Oh, I can't believe I got you. Everyone said it was impossible, but I just proved them wrong. Coach Hedge, better pay up!" Leo said as he bolted out of the room with a chuckle and an evil smirk.

Later, everyone except Leo met up around the dining hall. Unfortunately, everyone had fallen victim to Leo's pranks. Percy's food was dyed red, which made Percy cry. Jason, who hardly got any sleep, was holding a now destroyed alarm clock that went off and played Jason's least favorite song at random times. Piper's wardrobe was swapped out with fancy and elegant clothing, something she hated with a passion. Frank's face was written in marker with the message saying "Leo Da Best," and Hazel had fake minerals laying around her room and around other people's rooms, scaring her almost to death. But the only one who was the most angry was Annabeth. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. One look at her made the Underworld feel like a tropical vacation. "I'm going to kill Valdez," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "I'm not sure we should go that far," Jason said. "Don't get me wrong, I feel like flinging him off the ship and blasting him with lightning, but we should-" "I want to hurl hurricanes at him" Percy said angrily. "Maybe I can charmspeak him into jumping off the ship as it flies." "Maybe I should throw a gold bar in his face." "I can shoot him in his legs." Everyone started naming things they could (and wanted to) do to Leo for his pranks, and it was starting to get out of control. "EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Everyone immediately stopped talking with fear that Annabeth might hurt them instead. "Look, we all want to hurt Leo, but there's a better way to deal with him besides breaking his bones and killing him" Annabeth said. "What do you have in mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked. "Glad you asked, Seaweed Brain. I'll demonstrate. Get up here." Percy hesitated to move, but he did as he was told and walked up to Annabeth, who immediately judo flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly button without mercy. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHANABEHEHEHETH! WHYHYHY!?" "This is for not coming to help me when Leo put fake spiders in my room." Annabeth said as she continued her assault for another twenty seconds before letting Percy go. "And just because I needed to let off a little steam," She said as she kissed Percy on the cheek. Annabeth stood up and sighed. "Everyone get what I mean now?" Everyone nodded at the idea of teaching Leo a thing or two.

Later that day, Leo was rummaging around for more materials he could use to get another couple of pranks in. He had the brilliant idea that involved fake snakes and a voice changer. He had almost finished creating his voice changer when all of a sudden Piper came in. "Leo, that big angry bird is back." Leo looked up at Piper. "Really?! Finally, I get to pay that stupid bird back for taking my food!" Leo got down and rushed out to the main hall to ready the weapons, only to find the bird inside and resting on a table. Leo locked eyes with the bird and smirked. "Ready to get turned into dinner, you stupid bird?" He stepped closer to the bird, but before he could make a move, the bird flew at Leo full speed. Leo was about to catch the bird, but was surprised when the bird grew arms and legs and was reaching out to-

"What the-" Leo was tackled down by what was now an angry looking Frank. Frank pinned him to the ground with one hand, his eyes looming over Leo with hatred and a small hint of a smirk. "What was that for, dude?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Leo exclaimed. "Oh no, the horror," said Annabeth with an annoyed yet satisfied sarcastic tone. She and the other demigods walked in behind her and approached Leo. "Guys, w-what's with the sudden-" "So you think it's funny to prank everyone here?" Annabeth asked in a demanding tone. "Well...yeah. It's April Fools Day. How can I just pass this opportunity up?" Annabeth glared at him, but it wasn't her usual annoyed or angry glare. She had a smirk on her face. Leo was even more afraid of this Annabeth than angry mom Annabeth. "Well, Valdez, you have to be punished for what toy did to everyone." Everyone had already positioned themselves next to Leo, which made him a little nervous. "L-Look, we can talk about this like civil people hehehere" Leo giggled nervously. "It's a little too late for talking" Annabeth said. "I wonder how quickly you can hit your limit."

"Please, Annie-" "Only I get to call her that!" Percy said as he started tickling Leo's hips. Leo bucked his hips as he giggled loudly. Soon, Jason joined in and tickled his sides, Piper went for his ribs, Annabeth and Hazel targeted his feet, and Frank just held him down with his arms above his head. Leo was cackling right off the bat with 10 hands tickling almost every spot. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS, STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS IHIS TOO MUHUHUCH!" Leo begged. The others just ignored him and continued to tickle him. "Hey, Frank. His armpits are extra sensitive, especially if you're a little rough with it" Jason commented. "JAHAHASON, YOU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FRAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Leo's laugh increased once Frank started tickling his armpits. This shocked everyone for little bit. Frank was one to never tickle anyone without their permission and was too nice to tickle anyone for long. Apparently that didn't apply to Leo cause he was tickling him like crazy, even going as far as to tickle the spot between his ribs and armpits. Leo started screaming at the top of his lungs, but no words could come out. It only made it worse when Frank used his free hand to tickle Leo's belly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Okay guys! Rotate!" Annabeth said. Momentarily, everyone let him go so he could breathe while they rotated positions. Leo was trying to steady his breathing so he could actually get some air. "Plehehease. Noho mohohore," He begged. "Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, you poor dumb boy. You're not even a quarter of the way done with your punishment" Annabeth said with a chuckle. Then she and the others started tickling Leo again.

For nearly an hour, everyone had taken turns rotating and tickling every tickle spot Leo had. Halfway through his tickle punishment, Leo stopped squirming and just accepted his fate. He still squirmed every now and then, but he knew he couldn't escape and he couldn't change their minds. Tears trickled down his red cheeks as he laughed harder than he ever did in his life.

Eventually, Annabeth had decided that Leo had had enough and told everyone to stop. So everyone let up and gave him space. Leo could hardly breathe while he curled up into a ball to get rid of the tickly feeling all over his body. Within seven minutes, he could form words again. "I hahate you ahahall" He said with a grin wider than the grand canyon. "Now, what did you learn from today, Valdez?" Annabeth asked. "Dohohon't mess with yohou" "Good. Now do you promise to never pull stunts like this again?" "Noho" Annabeth glared at him again. "Excuse me?" Leo sat up and looked at Annabeth. "Thahat's impossible. I can't just give up pranks." "You have one chance, Valdez." " I. Said. No." Leo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Amnabeth. Percy stepped up to him like he wanted to throw him, but Annabeth held him back. "It's your funeral." "Why say it like tha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Leo jumped a foot into the air and wiggled around as if there were something in his shirt. "GEHEHET OHOUT OF MYHY SHIHIHIRT, FRAHAHANK!" Leo demanded as he fell back laughing and holding his torso. Frank, who had shapeshifted into a mouse, responded by going to his weakest spot. Leo shrieked and rolled on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he tried to grab Frank. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "Only if you promise to-" "OKAHAHAHAHAY! I PROHOHOHOMISE! I SWEHEHEHEAR! JUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M GOHOHONNA PEHEHEHEHEE!" "Frank, you can stop now" Hazel said. Frank immediately crawled out of Leo's shirt and scampered next to Hazel before shapeshifting back into Frank. Jason and Piper helped him up off the floor while he was recovering from hyena-itis. "You better hold up to your promise, Leo. No more going overboard with your stupid pranks, or else your punishments will be worse than what you got today" Annabeth threatened. "I promise" Leo nodded as he freed himself from Jason's and Piper's grasp and immediately bolted to the bathroom. Everyone laughed and continued talking about everything that happened.

Leo never ended up keeping that promise. He only lessened the frequency of his pranks, but they never truly went away. But he always made sure to never prank Annabeth again. He did not want to suffer under her devil fingers ever again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my very first Heroes of Olympus tickle fic. I will write a lot more for this series because it's my absolute favorite, and the characters are so interesting and cool and everything. And of course, I have an O/C for this as well, but I'm not quite ready to reveal him yet. If you loved reading this and want more, requests and dms are always open.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #jason grace #piper mclean #tickle fic #april fool's day #lee!leo #seven demigods

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these-empty-stars · 8 months

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The Seven as Songs They Play at EVERY Single Wedding

Frank: Shut Up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Piper: I Love It - Icona Pop ft. Charlie XCX

Leo: Uptown Funk- Bruno Mars

Annabeth: Shake It Off- Taylor Swift

Percy: Mr. Brightside- The Killers

Jason: Don’t Stop Believing- Journey

Hazel: Love On Top- Beyoncé

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #piper mclean #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #leo valdez

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bluerazberrysoda · 6 months

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Taking What's Not Yours

pairing : leo valdez x jason grace word count : 574 tags : angst, hurt no comfort, dead jason grace, grief/mourning, references to depression, post-the burning maze, leo valdez-centric

cross posted from ao3

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Ever since Leo heard the news, he stopped bothering to tend to what had to be done. Everything feels duller, like the world’s been sucked of its saturation; nothing but the lifeless husk of earth, the crumbling shed of snakeskin.

Leo stumbled over a pile of clothes he hadn’t bothered to pick up and crawled into his bed, pulling the covers over his chin. The scent of Jason on his pillow was fading, but he still remembered when he came over and they would sit next to each other and talk for hours, heart-to-heart. Leo wished he had told Jason his true feelings then, when he had the chance.

Leo was the only one in the cabin. His half-siblings stopped trying to comfort him a while ago, stopped taking him to their bunk activities. The stab in his chest seemed to brush off any shows of affection, and all their attempts of condolence felt more like pity, which Leo didn’t need any more of: “ You must feel terrible. What a shame. I feel sorry for you.”

He knew people were there for him. He knew many people who were in the same boat as him. But he didn’t feel like getting better. He wasn’t ready to move on. It felt as though he never would.

Leo studied his nightstand, cluttered with items and knickknacks. Those were always there—he always lived in some sort of chaos only he could navigate. A tiny ring blue dish he made in Arts and Crafts sat atop a dusty Song of Achilles book. Piper had recommended the book a while back, though he had lost interest after a few pages, as he did with most books. He wondered how Piper was doing.

Reaching out a hand, Leo fished out a silver ring with stars engraved in the metal. He didn’t wear rings until Jason gave him a few of his own as a part of his Christmas gift, in which he wore almost every day from then on. Leo slid it onto his middle finger—proof of Jason’s existence, a captive soldier on his fingers deep behind enemy lines.

Leo had many trinkets from Jason; a gold zippo lighter with thunderbolts and clouds etched into the sides, a pocket book on constellations. The list continued. So many things he had brought but never took.

He looked out the window above his bed. The sun had long set by now, dipped into the horizon. Normally Leo liked moonlit nights like these, stars waltzing across the sky. But it felt strangely empty now. If he were to call out Jason’s name, he would have been met with no answer. The only other person to respond would be his echo.

Leo wondered. He wondered of what could’ve happened. He wondered if he could’ve saved Jason. Maybe if he had held on a little tighter or if he had just been honest with him in the first place. Maybe it would’ve worked out. Maybe Jason would’ve still wriggled from his grasp.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He fluttered his eyes shut and did what he did best, he avoided his feelings. He escaped from the scene. Maybe in his unconscious, he’ll find Jason again. Maybe he’ll get to hold him one last time. Leo knows it won’t be the same, but he’s got a sick and twisted imagination.

It’s the closest he’ll ever get, anyways. ~~~~~~~ a/n : hope u enjoyed !! ^_^ i snuck in some lyrics from songs in who really cares :)) this album is my roman empire rn and i felt like i had to write about it

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kekaki-cupcakes · 6 months

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hi! hope you're well!

could you please do one where jason breaks up with Piper because he realises he's in love with reader since he was little?

like reader and jason are the bestest friends with mutual crushes but were too oblivious to do anything about it and the seven have to drop the fact that reader likes him back?

Thanks

heya! I combined this ask with someone who was asking for a Jason x reader songfic with the song Bad Idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo <3

Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]

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“It’s a bad idea, Pipes!”

Piper pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “You are going to go to their cabin, you are going to make them sit down, and you are going to tell them that you have a crush on them, okay? And then you can both have a cutesy little romantic moment or whatever you're supposed to do in a relationship, okay?”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever you’re supposed to do in a relationship’?” Jason asked with a confused frown. He glanced up at Piper who was pacing back and forth as he sat cross legged on her bed, picking at her Olivia rodrigo doona cover. “We were in a relationship, like, five minutes ago.”

Piper cocked her head at him with a raised eyebrow, “that didn’t count and you know it, now go kiss them!”

“Not with tongue though,” Leo added, slurping a juice box as he spun in circles on the chair by Piper’s desk. “At least not the first time, it’d be a bit over the top. I mean unless you’re into that I guess-”

“What are you even doing here?” Jason asked him, not unkindly.

Leo smirked and then became distracted by the make up box on Piper’s desk, pulling out a dark lipstick and uncapping it with wide eyes. He turned back to Jason, “oh I’m watching you fail at both of your relationships.”

Jason frowned, “I just got dumped, why are you making fun of me?”

Leo twisted the base of the lipstick and then proceeded to lick it. He screwed up his face and put it away quickly. “You two forgot you were dating for an entire week, I had to remind you when you started drooling over a certain demigod that you already had a girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” Jason muttered. Piper chuckled and moved her things away from Leo’s curious grabby hands, quickly taking her eyeliner off before he tried to taste test that as well. “But… but I can’t just walk up to them and be like, ‘hey, you’re my best friend, wanna kiss?’”

Leo blinked. “Why not?”

Jason wasn’t sure how his friend was still alive, but then he remembered that Leo had died already anyway. Piper shrugged, “don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how romance or social situations work.”

“Hey!” Leo hissed, pointing at her with a contour brush he’d managed to find, “that’s homophobic!”

“How can I be homophobic?” Piper screeched, pointing to the rainbow flag pinned up lopsidedly above her bed, next to the hello kitty poster and the giant banner that read ‘i fucked your mum and all i got was this stupid flag’.

Leo just stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned to Jason. “If you don’t go romeo and juliet your way into a make out session, I will personally turn your stash of musk sticks into soot.”

Piper fiddled with her portable speaker, connecting it to the demigod proof phones Leo had managed to whip up in under three days after he discovered the Pokemon Go map reached CHB. “

“What do you mean Romeo and Juliet?” Jason asked.

“You gotta go up to their window and pretend it’s a balcony, Grace,” Piper said. SHe looked away from Olivia Rodrigo’s spotify and to the window. “It’s even raining outside. Perfect.”

Jason crossed his arms stubbornly, “I can think of a million ways it could go wrong.”

“Well I can’t,” Leo said as he started curling his eyelashes. The speaker next to him skipped a few beats and staticked it’ way through the music for a moment. Piper grinned.

“It’s a bad idea! I’m not doing it!”

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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Jason sucked in a breath and shut the Aphrodite cabin door behind him, hitching up his checked purple pajama pants and plodding through the dirt between the cabins lined up.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Even if he didn’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thought your eyes were when you smiled and how endearing it was that you wrapped and arm around his shoulders every time you were walking together and how that thing you did with your tongue on your lip drove him crazy, he’d still get to see you. So technically he was just visiting his best friend, what was wrong with that?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Maybe the fact that if said best friend asked to kiss him Jason wouldn’t even hesitate.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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You pulled your curtains shut and waited for your younger siblings to finish putting all of their teddies to bed before the lamps were clicked off. After a few minutes, only the snores of your cabin mates and the rain on the roof were audible.

Hypnos dragged away everyone else in your cabin quickly, but you lay awake staring at the roof, your doona pulled up to your chin. A few polaroids were stuck to the walls next to your head, and the axolotl Squishmellow Leo had bought you for your birthday was in bed with you. You hugged it to your chest and shuffled around, trying to get to sleep.

You ignored the first tap at your window, which was probably just a Harpy checking everyone was tucked into their beds and not planning to sneak out.

The second one however, roused you from the warmth of the blanket Annabeth had crocheted as she discovered her skills with weaving. You paused in front of the window, sitting cross legged on your pillow. Whoever it was outside tapped again, so you pulled back the curtains and peeked out with narrowed eyes.

A grin spread across your face before you could help it, and you heaved the frame up, poking your head out into the night to whisper shout. “What are you doing dude? It’s pouring!”

Jason blinked up at you with soggy hair and muddy pajamas. He plodded through the puddles up to your window. Luckily he was tall enough that you were eye level when he hopped onto a little boulder. “Um…”

“Gimme a second,” you muttered, and crawled out of bed to the shoe rack by the door. Avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak, you hopped back into bed and slid the pink spotty umbrella through the window, opening it up above Jason.

He smiled, the scar on his lip twisting. You restrained yourself from reaching out to touch it and instead held the umbrella for him. “Is there a reason you’re Romeo and Julieting?”

Jason eyes were wide and pale blue, like the sky behind a thin veil of clouds. “How am i the only one who- never mind. Uhm… I need to tell you something.

The rain made it hard for you to hear whatever your best friend was muttering, so you beckoned him closer with a confused smile, “yeah? Did you forget how to use the toaster again? Because honestly I don’t know why you’re opposed to Leo just-”

“Because of hygiene, for one,” Jason started, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You gave him a second to think, not used to the genuinely fearful look on his face dripping with rain you hoped wouldn’t turn to tears. You didn’t really know where this was going.

He took a deep breath, his fingers curling around your window sill. “If this goes wrong, please blame Leo and Piper.”

“I could blame them for anything, and I’d be right.”

Jason ducked his head and spoke to the ground. “I kind of… really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I didn’t realize for a while, but it’s sort of…Yeah. It’s you.”

So it wouldn’t be Jason crying, you realized. It would be you.

You took a second to try that deep breathing thing someone had told you about, and smoothed out the front of your mickey mouse pajama shirt, blinking rapidly. The reality hadn’t really set it, you were in a sort of shocked state, so you tried to talk before you burst into tears.

“Uhm,” you said weakly. “I think you might’ve forgotten about your girlfriend again, Jase.”

He went pale. Then he started shaking his head like a wet dog, which he sort of was, really. “No, no not like that. I mean, yeah I like you like that, wait- okay. Piper broke up with me, like five minutes ago, and-”

You took another deep breath and then handed Jason the umbrella. He took it with a lost expression, and you shut your window quickly, breaths turning as shaky as your hands. You were your childhood crushes rebound. You sort of wished you hadn’t opened that window, actually.

Jason tapped again, a lot quicker this time, and urgent.

Ignoring him was the obvious choice, but that felt too kind. You yanked open the curtains again and then the glass, sticking your head out with a sharp glare. “I will not be your rebound-”

“She broke up with me because of you.” Jason blurted as soon as he realized you could hear him.

He paused then, and you took in the holy depressing sight that was Jason Grace in dirty pajamas standing outside your window in the middle of the night, rain and tears dripping down his cheeks. “Well, not completely. We never really liked each other, it was all because of Hera, really. We just, well… neither of us could be bothered to figure out our feelings so we stayed together.”

Jason looked down at the ugg boots covered in grass and soil he was wearing. You were pretty sure they were Drew’s. “Apparently she got sick of me pining over you, so she dumped me so that they could make me come here and well, yeah, tell you.”

You blinked in shock for probably too long.

“I don’t wanna make you do anything, and you don't have to say anything, ever, actually.” Jason said quickly, with only honesty on his cute face. “You don’t have to keep being my friend, if you don’t want to, but I won't be weird, I promise. We can pretend this didn’t actually happen. I just sort of wanted to tell you, so I didn't have to hide it forever, I guess.”

“They?” You asked.

Jason glared in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. He spoke in a hollow voice. “It was an ambush. There were no survivors.”

You grinned, and then reached out into the pouring rain and held the umbrella, your hand over his. Jason whipped around with red cheeks and a frozen expression. “Uh-”

“Jason,” you began softly. “Did you want to Romeo and Juliet me?”

He blinked.

“That means come here so I can kiss you,” You muttered, and dragged the son of Jupiter closer by the front of his shirt. Jason’s eyes widened and he made a shocked little sound.

He hopped back onto the boulder and reached up to your window sill though. His eyes were that bit lower than your own in that way you knew exactly what he was thinking and of course you’d oblige.

“Just c’mere,” you whispered, trying to hold in your smile. Jason leant forward eagerly, and you held the umbrella in one hand tightly, the other sliding up to cup his jaw. You’d wondered what the scar on Jason’s lip felt like.

Turned out it was just as soft as the rest of him.

You tilted your head as heat seemed to build in your veins, making your head light. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, if that was even possible, and kissed him firmly. He made another odd sound and opened his mouth slowly.

From what you’d heard from your older siblings, kissing was awesome. You’d always thought it sounded a bit gross though, I mean, someone elses mouth? Their tongue?

This badly timed badly worded fucking adorbale boy in front of you proved that theory wrong. Jason threaded his fingers through your own and you leaned further out the window, drawing him back in and pressing your mouth deeper into his own, lungs burning.

“Oh my gods,” Jason croaked, opening his eyes a little when you finally pulled away, gasping for air and trying to straighten out your thoughts.

“Oh my gods,” you agreed, slipping your hand around the back of his neck and holding him close, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs there. Jason grinned, his cheeks as red as his lips.

“Oh my gods! Go Jason!”

You both turned to see Piper and Leo cheering from behind another cabin, holding a barbie umbrella between them.

Jason blinked at them, and then turned to you, “I told you, it was an ambush.”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #jasongrace #Jason Grace x reader #Jason Grace x you #Jason face #piper mclean #Leo valdez

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purplesimmer455 · 7 months

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Meanwhile back at home, Tess’s auntie Maya, Luna’s mamma, had come over to visit. "Hey sweetpea." She said, hugging Tess. "How are you and Megan? And my grand-niblings." Tess smiled. "Megan and I are good, and the kids are good too. Emily’s sassy as heck now, so be warned." Maya laughed. "She gets that from your mom, my sister Angie. She was such a sasspot growing up, although she mellowed out a little." Tess laughed. "I can definitely see that from her." She said.

Maya came inside, and she chatted with Emily, Megan, and Hamuera. Cam came over after school, and she made a beeline for the backyard. Piper had just gotten out of the pool, and Cam grinned at her disgruntled expression. "What?" She asked. "I stubbed my tail on the ladder." Piper said. Cam bit back a laugh at the imagery. "Your mermaid tail?" She asked and Piper nodded. "I was turning from mer form back to human, and my tail thwacked the bottom of the ladder and I can still feel it in my legs." Cam nodded, and she hugged Piper before saying she could massage her legs. "It's all good, but thanks Cammy." Piper said. She decided to serenade Cam with a cheesy love song. Cam smiled and kissed Piper.

Later that night, Cam stayed for a bit longer and worked on a puzzle with Piper and Emily. Hamuera came over to talk, and he kept getting a dreamy expression on his face. "You okay, Hamuera?" Cam asked teasingly. "He's thinking about his boyfriend." Emily teased. "He mooned about him for hours yesterday, saying his arms were one thing and his eyes and hair were another." Emily said, laughing. "What about you talking about Kiran? You keep saying they have the most amazing brown eyes and smile." Hamuera teased back. "Shut up, Kiran's just cute and funny so that's why I can't stop bringing them up." Emily said, her face turning red as she smiled sheepishly. Cam smiled at Piper, who smiled back. "And what about Pipes? You told us after your first date with Cam that you wanted to marry her and have two kids, and keep doodling 'Mrs. Piper Kang' in your notebooks and sighing whenever we watch movies with sweet wedding scenes." Hamuera teased. "I'm going to kill you." Piper said to her baby brother, half grinning and half blushing as Cam smiled. "It's okay Pipes." Cam said, putting her hand on Piper’s. "Although." Cam added half teasingly half seriously. "We should hyphenate our last names and be Kang-Feldman or Kang-Chen whenever we do get married." Piper smiled too as Emily made a teasing vomit face at Hamuera, who laughed and nodded in agreement.

While they talked, Megan and Tess were in the kitchen and Megan kissed Tess’s neck. "I love you, Tessie." She said. "Love you too, Meggs and toast." Tess said breathlessly as Megan pulled away from her and smiled, her brown eyes warm and mischievous.

#ts4 #mysims #Maya Feldman #Tess Feldman-Liao #Megan Liao #Piper Feldman-Chen #Cameron Kang #Hamuera Feldman-Chen #Emily Liao-Feldman

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antihibikase2 · 7 months

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Numeron Code : Final Wonderland

Long ago, I think I lost something in an unfamiliar place and cried, And a [ dark-eyed ] sorcerer took me by the hand and helped me [ He ] isn't going to come here, I remembered who [ he ] was I'm coming to help you now

The steps of the undersea castle were infinite, as if to dissuade their lone inhabitant from leaving.

Though Slater found the view enthralling, he knew he was not meant to stay here, no matter how loudly the ocean called for him.

The current was merciless- with each step bringing him closer to the light, he was pushed down as soon as escape was within his reach.

All he could see in front of his outstretched hand were bubbles from his throat, as the water pulled him back into the depths of the abyss.

For a moment, he had considered giving up, curling into the safety of the sea's embrace.

But the light filtering through the waves called out to him like a siren's song- and with it came a gloved hand.

He tries again.

No matter how hard he was put down, he had nowhere to go but beyond.

He had lost count of how many times he was brought back to the darkness.

But as long as that hand was within his reach, he could not stop trying.

...

Surrounded by the flames of the end, Piper knew this duel was going to end one way or another.

Either he performed a miracle, a blessing only given by the gods,

Or he, Slater, and Ghetsis would all burn in the flames of hell.

There is no outcome where Ghetsis will win. He refuses to entertain that.

As the wall of flames grew, he could barely hear the screams of his rivals- the ringing silence of the Heralds was all he could focus on, as he stared down at the limp body in his arms.

"I end my turn."

...

Pushed down into stone floors once again, The Herald of Perfection breaks its vow of silence.

"Why do you insist on leaving?"

Was he not so lucky, to be chosen by the angels?

Was he not thankful, to be worthy of their protection?

Was he not happy, to live in comfort in the depths of the sea, where he could not be touched or hurt?

Slater shakes his head.

No matter what treasures these angels offered him, he would not falter.

He promised someone he would meet them.

...

Burning Land's stacked effect with Dark Room of Nightmare, coupled with the charging Wave-Motion Canon-

"Desperate, aren't we?" Ghetsis mocks. "This isn't the strategy you had planned at all."

It wasn't- it was a bit of an old shame, to say the least. Piper never wanted his duels to come off as anything other than perfect, and he didn't want to resort to tactics like burn to gain the upper hand.

He was better than this, smarter, even.

But a cornered dog bites back, no matter how ugly.

Ignoring Ghetsis' taunts, he sticks to his new strategy- or, to be more accurate, he falls back on an old reliable.

"I activate the spell, Swords of Revealing Light. All face down monsters are flipped up in attack position. With this card on the field, you can't attack for three turns."

"Desperate and bidding for time."

It was all he could do, especially when Slater's eyes remained shut.

...

At some point, he had lost track of time.

He must have been expected to be driven to insanity- as for no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the clutches of the legendary sea.

But, even as the Heralds of Green, Purple, and Orange lights swirl around him, ready to subdue him once more,

He reaches out for that hand at the surface yet again.

As their fingers brush together, he remembers their promise.

...

The heat continues to grow, melting the Sweet Hearts that Piper pops into his mouth in a panic.

With Jinzo on both their fields, Piper wonders how the rest of this duel was going to go-

And then Ghetsis does the unthinkable, and performs an Xyz Summon.

As a new monster emerges from the field, Piper realizes the control he initially thought he had was a mere farce.

Yet, he swallows the bittersweet chocolate down his throat, steeling his nerves.

Though this wasn't the spotlight he envisioned, Piper continues to fight for the sake of the only thing that matters-

But just as he's about to draw his card, he finds that he can no longer see clearly with one of his eyes- the one with the crest.

...

"Slater, I'm sorry I was so busy lately."

"It's alright! How are you? Are you doing well?"

"It's-"

"..."

"Piper?"

"..listen, Slater. Can we meet up? At our usual spot. I'll meet you at sundown."

...

And so, Slater waits.

Even as the sun sets and the moon takes its place, he waits.

Even as the inky darkness swallows the golden sky, he waits.

Even as an angel shows itself to him, its haunting chime a sign of bad fortune-

He waits.

...

The water slowly rises from the soles of his shoes to his knees.

Strangely, in the midst of this hot summer day, his Sweet Hearts retain their shape.

...

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. This is my fault."

...

"It's okay, I've forgiven you a long time ago."

Their hands meet, and Slater holds his breath as he's taken out of the water.

...

As Piper falters, his body does not meet the marble floor.

With shaky arms and an even shakier breath, Slater stands with his singed holy robes, holding him close to his body as they stood against the devil- the one who had played with their fates.

"The Diviner of The Herald," Ghetsis spits out. "To think you still had the strength to wake, even after all that-"

"Slater?"

"Piper-"

Oh, his throat felt dry. Each word pricked his throat with a thousand needles.

Yet, he smiles.

"Partner."

"Partner- yes, that's me, we promised-"

Ah, bad time.

He looks up at the banner- with only a thousand life points left, on turn fifteen no less, Slater wonders how to turn this duel around.

He wasn't that good of a duelist in the first place.

Still, just as Piper had reached for him, he would offer to do the same, even if his body perishes in hellfire.

With Piper hanging onto him for dear life, Slater summons his duel disk into his arm-

"Here, take mine. It's temporary."

Piper transfers the mark around his eye onto Slater's, in place of his missing D Gazer.

His indigo eye turns to a shining gold, the same shade as the light attribute that was forced upon him.

An angel-

The wings of his tailcoat were burnt off.

Even with these chains binding him to the heavens, Slater persists.

He would not allow himself to ascend.

"Partner," His voice quivers, especially as Ghetsis glares down at his form- "Please, you've done so much for me already. Let me share your burden."

And normally, Piper would not allow such a thing.

But, consumed by his own fatigue, he chooses to believe the sight before him was a dying dream.

"Partner," Piper whispers under his breath. "I'm counting on you."

His eyes shut as Slater fully awakens, having broken out of his dreamland.

As the flames lick up his arm, Slater prays that the angels who had taken him would at least part from his form with a blessing,

and bring about a miracle.

"My turn! I draw!"

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