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(A/N: I started another series.
Oops.
Me and my slushy titles. Gaaah!
SO! This kind of leads on from my Don't Push Your Luck series or something. I dunno.
I have a puppy crush on Leo, and I wanted to make this badly . . . so here it is! Everyone loves pervy, Latino Santa's elf Leo.
STRONG LANGUAGE ALERT!
Sorry if you don't appreciate my choice of your divine parent . . .
Now . . . let the Leo-ness commence.
Leo: O_O
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Your P.O.V:
"Hey, Leo!" You call, running up to your child-of-Hephaestus friend. "You got a minute?"
Turning his head, he smiles. "Sure. What do you need?"
You move him to your Apollo cabin and ask, "You know I don't have a weapon . . . right?"
He nods. "Yeah."
"So I was wondering . . . if it isn't too much trouble . . . if you could make me one?" Hastily, you add, "You know, you being a Latino Santa's elf."
Blinking, a grin spreads on his face. "I'd love to! I was thinking you'd never ask. I've been working on your own bow for a while now, since I'm agonizing over the type of wood. But I think it's going fine."
You pounce, glomping him. "Thank you so much! I knew I could ask you."
You're in a bit of a pervy position; Leo lying down, with you right on top of him, your (h/l), (h/c) hair tickling his face. But you never cared about what other people thought of you, so you just stay there, smiling at Leo warmly. His cheeks dusted with a slight crimson, he replies, "No worries. It's what friends do, right?"
"Mhm. And I'm lucky to have you as a best friend!" You say, wrapping your arms round his neck and resting your head on his chest.
"Uh . . ." You and Leo were receiving skeptical glances, so he gently eases you off him. You don't mind though.
"And, by the way, Leo, could you make it (a/w) wood, please? Thanks!" You say and then skip off inside your cabin.
Olivia, the counselor of the Apollo cabin, is the only one inside and grins warmly at you. "Hi, (Name). How you doing?"
"Good, good. You?" You respond, jumping onto your bed.
"I'm fine." Then, with a teasing tone, she says, "So . . . you any closer with Leo Valdez?"
You whip your head round. "What are you implying? I'm not going to confess. What if he likes me back? What if the relationship fails? How awkward would it be to have your ex-boyfriend as your best friend? I'll be destroying our friendship."
Throwing her hands up in protest, Olivia reasons, "Calm your cookies, (Name)! I'm not implying anything. Heck, I didn't even know you were that flustered. But if you really aren't going to discuss this with Leo, you'll be an emotional volcano, eventually exploding and spouting with lava."
"You and your confusing metaphors . . ." You grunt. Albeit your father is the God of Prophecy and poetry, you hate the perplexing similes and metaphors your cabin mates use on a day-to-day basis.
"Well . . . I'll be off. Good luck trying to say stuff to Leo." Olivia finally says, then walks out the cabin door.
You sigh. What's next on your time table? Sword fighting with Percy Jackson. He's a close friend, but you two don't often talk. You stroll out the door, grab a sword that feels OK in your hand on the way and hurry to the arena. Once you've pushed past the crowd, you see Percy countering the attacks of some Ares kid.
"It's" - clang - "important" - slash - "to predict" - hack - "your enemy's" - stab - "next" - lunge - "move." Percy explains while trying to fend off his enemy. "Thank you for the example, Jake."
Jake dips his head and stomps off.
"OK! Now, get into pairs -"
He's interrupted by the immediate shuffle.
"Wait! They're already chosen."
There's a collective groan.
"So . . . Sierra with Lauren. Danielle with (Name) . . ." Percy trails off.
Instantly, you dash up to Danielle. She's the on of the five children of Hecate in Camp Half-Blood, so she keeps the cabin to herself and her siblings mostly. But she can be instant best friends with anyone and she's unwaveringly loyal. Seeing you, she smiles unbelievably wide and her hazel-blue eyes twinkle. The two of you squeeze each other.
"In your pairs, sword fight. Don't try to harm; we're only defending and learning how to keep their attacks at bay." Percy says.
For a while, you and Danielle attack and defend.
Oops.
Me and my slushy titles. Gaaah!
SO! This kind of leads on from my Don't Push Your Luck series or something. I dunno.
I have a puppy crush on Leo, and I wanted to make this badly . . . so here it is! Everyone loves pervy, Latino Santa's elf Leo.
STRONG LANGUAGE ALERT!
Sorry if you don't appreciate my choice of your divine parent . . .
Now . . . let the Leo-ness commence.
Leo: O_O
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Your P.O.V:
"Hey, Leo!" You call, running up to your child-of-Hephaestus friend. "You got a minute?"
Turning his head, he smiles. "Sure. What do you need?"
You move him to your Apollo cabin and ask, "You know I don't have a weapon . . . right?"
He nods. "Yeah."
"So I was wondering . . . if it isn't too much trouble . . . if you could make me one?" Hastily, you add, "You know, you being a Latino Santa's elf."
Blinking, a grin spreads on his face. "I'd love to! I was thinking you'd never ask. I've been working on your own bow for a while now, since I'm agonizing over the type of wood. But I think it's going fine."
You pounce, glomping him. "Thank you so much! I knew I could ask you."
You're in a bit of a pervy position; Leo lying down, with you right on top of him, your (h/l), (h/c) hair tickling his face. But you never cared about what other people thought of you, so you just stay there, smiling at Leo warmly. His cheeks dusted with a slight crimson, he replies, "No worries. It's what friends do, right?"
"Mhm. And I'm lucky to have you as a best friend!" You say, wrapping your arms round his neck and resting your head on his chest.
"Uh . . ." You and Leo were receiving skeptical glances, so he gently eases you off him. You don't mind though.
"And, by the way, Leo, could you make it (a/w) wood, please? Thanks!" You say and then skip off inside your cabin.
Olivia, the counselor of the Apollo cabin, is the only one inside and grins warmly at you. "Hi, (Name). How you doing?"
"Good, good. You?" You respond, jumping onto your bed.
"I'm fine." Then, with a teasing tone, she says, "So . . . you any closer with Leo Valdez?"
You whip your head round. "What are you implying? I'm not going to confess. What if he likes me back? What if the relationship fails? How awkward would it be to have your ex-boyfriend as your best friend? I'll be destroying our friendship."
Throwing her hands up in protest, Olivia reasons, "Calm your cookies, (Name)! I'm not implying anything. Heck, I didn't even know you were that flustered. But if you really aren't going to discuss this with Leo, you'll be an emotional volcano, eventually exploding and spouting with lava."
"You and your confusing metaphors . . ." You grunt. Albeit your father is the God of Prophecy and poetry, you hate the perplexing similes and metaphors your cabin mates use on a day-to-day basis.
"Well . . . I'll be off. Good luck trying to say stuff to Leo." Olivia finally says, then walks out the cabin door.
You sigh. What's next on your time table? Sword fighting with Percy Jackson. He's a close friend, but you two don't often talk. You stroll out the door, grab a sword that feels OK in your hand on the way and hurry to the arena. Once you've pushed past the crowd, you see Percy countering the attacks of some Ares kid.
"It's" - clang - "important" - slash - "to predict" - hack - "your enemy's" - stab - "next" - lunge - "move." Percy explains while trying to fend off his enemy. "Thank you for the example, Jake."
Jake dips his head and stomps off.
"OK! Now, get into pairs -"
He's interrupted by the immediate shuffle.
"Wait! They're already chosen."
There's a collective groan.
"So . . . Sierra with Lauren. Danielle with (Name) . . ." Percy trails off.
Instantly, you dash up to Danielle. She's the on of the five children of Hecate in Camp Half-Blood, so she keeps the cabin to herself and her siblings mostly. But she can be instant best friends with anyone and she's unwaveringly loyal. Seeing you, she smiles unbelievably wide and her hazel-blue eyes twinkle. The two of you squeeze each other.
"In your pairs, sword fight. Don't try to harm; we're only defending and learning how to keep their attacks at bay." Percy says.
For a while, you and Danielle attack and defend.
* * * Timeskip to the end of sword fighting * * *
"Gods, that was so boring!" You grunt after sharing your little day review with Leo. You had ambled into the Hephaestus cabin, brushed off the amused but annoyed expressions and quickly flipped Leo's bed over. Underneath, was a trapdoor only you and Leo knew about. Inside, he would assemble/disassemble all his creations, correct them, re-make them or just generally make things.
"Mm . . ." Leo replies, shaving off the first layer of wood. "Anything else you want irritate me with, bitch?"
You frown and smack him upside the head. "Bad language, hammer brain (A/N: That nickname belongs to me! Don't you go using it)! And I'm not a female dog. I'm a female demigod."
He raises an eyebrow and begins to fit the string into the wood. "What should be my nickname for you? Arrow Girl? No. That's stupid. Oh, why do you have to come up with the awesome nicknames?"
" 'Cause I'm more awesome than you?"
"Pffft! Lord Hephaestus will be wearing a spotless tux before that's even remotely possible."
"Hey. You implicit bastard!"
"Tut, tut, (Last Name)! Such foul language shall not be tolerated in my domain."
"Such an ugly face is not tolerated in my personal space!" You hiss back, low enough so he can't hear.
"Say something, sweetheart?" He questions, those chocolate-brown eyes burning into your vivid (e/c) orbs.
Though you'd never admit it, you enjoyed Leo calling you 'sweetheart' or 'honey'.
"Nothing at all." You respond. "So, enough about me. How've you been doing, Valdez?"
"Not much. Working my sorry ass off for you is the only thing I can think of right now."
You giggle. Leaning down, you brush your lips on his cheek, then straighten up again. Leo's cheeks have flushed a faint fuchsia-pink, and he's sheepishly grinning at nothing.
"You like me . . . don't you?"
Those five words shoot inexplicable shivers down your spine. You've always known Leo as the boy who fell in uncontrollable love with every girl he laid eyes on. So far, you're the only girl he's relentlessly flirted with.
"What makes you think that?" You shoot.
"Please . . ." he mutters. "Lauren always tells me about how much you blabber about me when I'm not there and how you look at me like I'm way out of your league."
"But . . . you are!" You insist, deciding to whoop Lauren's ass later. "You're beautiful, talented, thoughtful, pervy-minded (like me!), adorable and basically just amazing."
When you look up, Leo has that fine face of his millimeters from yours.
"I could go one for hours about you . . . but you'll get big-headed, so I won't." He whispers. Clearing a part of his work table, he hoists you onto the work surface and tenderly, softly kisses you. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms round his neck and him winding his arms round your waist. His hand snakes up your back and to your hair, twisting it and tangling it in his fingers.
"I love you just as much . . ." He says, in between kisses.
"I love you too, Leo. Though this is the only time I'm confessing it."
He laughs and continues kissing you. His lips are warm and so soft! Despite the dirt smudges on his face, your hands wander to his cheeks and you kiss him harder.
Once the two of you finally break apart, you're both grinning.
"I hope Apollo won't smash my ass for doing this . . ."
"I hope Hephaestus won't burn me for liking you."
"Mm . . ." Leo replies, shaving off the first layer of wood. "Anything else you want irritate me with, bitch?"
You frown and smack him upside the head. "Bad language, hammer brain (A/N: That nickname belongs to me! Don't you go using it)! And I'm not a female dog. I'm a female demigod."
He raises an eyebrow and begins to fit the string into the wood. "What should be my nickname for you? Arrow Girl? No. That's stupid. Oh, why do you have to come up with the awesome nicknames?"
" 'Cause I'm more awesome than you?"
"Pffft! Lord Hephaestus will be wearing a spotless tux before that's even remotely possible."
"Hey. You implicit bastard!"
"Tut, tut, (Last Name)! Such foul language shall not be tolerated in my domain."
"Such an ugly face is not tolerated in my personal space!" You hiss back, low enough so he can't hear.
"Say something, sweetheart?" He questions, those chocolate-brown eyes burning into your vivid (e/c) orbs.
Though you'd never admit it, you enjoyed Leo calling you 'sweetheart' or 'honey'.
"Nothing at all." You respond. "So, enough about me. How've you been doing, Valdez?"
"Not much. Working my sorry ass off for you is the only thing I can think of right now."
You giggle. Leaning down, you brush your lips on his cheek, then straighten up again. Leo's cheeks have flushed a faint fuchsia-pink, and he's sheepishly grinning at nothing.
"You like me . . . don't you?"
Those five words shoot inexplicable shivers down your spine. You've always known Leo as the boy who fell in uncontrollable love with every girl he laid eyes on. So far, you're the only girl he's relentlessly flirted with.
"What makes you think that?" You shoot.
"Please . . ." he mutters. "Lauren always tells me about how much you blabber about me when I'm not there and how you look at me like I'm way out of your league."
"But . . . you are!" You insist, deciding to whoop Lauren's ass later. "You're beautiful, talented, thoughtful, pervy-minded (like me!), adorable and basically just amazing."
When you look up, Leo has that fine face of his millimeters from yours.
"I could go one for hours about you . . . but you'll get big-headed, so I won't." He whispers. Clearing a part of his work table, he hoists you onto the work surface and tenderly, softly kisses you. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms round his neck and him winding his arms round your waist. His hand snakes up your back and to your hair, twisting it and tangling it in his fingers.
"I love you just as much . . ." He says, in between kisses.
"I love you too, Leo. Though this is the only time I'm confessing it."
He laughs and continues kissing you. His lips are warm and so soft! Despite the dirt smudges on his face, your hands wander to his cheeks and you kiss him harder.
Once the two of you finally break apart, you're both grinning.
"I hope Apollo won't smash my ass for doing this . . ."
"I hope Hephaestus won't burn me for liking you."
* * * Timeskip * * *
"Admit! You kissed Valdez." Olivia teases.
"I did! So what?" You demand.
She giggles like a Japanese schoolgirl. "All your 'FUCKING NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!!' spasms were worth it, then?"
"Mm . . ."
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"I did! So what?" You demand.
She giggles like a Japanese schoolgirl. "All your 'FUCKING NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!!' spasms were worth it, then?"
"Mm . . ."
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Heh. So hey guys.
This may be only 5 chapters or something, since I don't really have many ideas for this. But I know this will be immense fun writing!
Leo Valdez belongs to SHAMAZING writer Rick Riordan.
Plot and OCs (e.g. Sierra, Danielle, Lauren, Olivia) belong to , aka me.
You belong to yourself and yourself only!
Over and out,
~Tiff
This may be only 5 chapters or something, since I don't really have many ideas for this. But I know this will be immense fun writing!
Leo Valdez belongs to SHAMAZING writer Rick Riordan.
Plot and OCs (e.g. Sierra, Danielle, Lauren, Olivia) belong to , aka me.
You belong to yourself and yourself only!
Over and out,
~Tiff
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