Pretty Things (A Pjo, HoO, & A Valdangelo Fanfic) ✅

Uno ~ Pretty Things

Leo ~

"Remember Mi Hijo, we are here for you, not me!" Leo's mother had to remind him as a young boy when they went clothes shopping for him.

She always watched him carefully, avoiding other people's stares as the two walked to the boys department.

Leo remembered being 4 and confused at why he couldn't look at the dresses, or feel the skirts smooth fabric.

He remembered throwing fits when they couldn't go to the girls section.

And he remembered the tears he had shed when his mother practically hit the cosmetics jar out of his hand as he admired it.

"Boys don't wear make up. Neither do they play dress up in girls gowns and high heels." She would insist, sometimes going as far as to punishing him with clothing.

If he was bad, he'd wear blue the next day.

But Leo liked pink.

He liked flower crowns.

He liked pretty things.

But his mother didn't listen. Or even try to as he would argue with her as she dressed him, or when he wanted to wear a dress, or when he put in her makeup.

"Oh mi hijo." She would always pause, looking at him with sad eyes. "Your father did this. He made you into this. . ." She's trail off, never seeming to find the right word.

And Leo would cry and cry at night as a child. Never from nightmares. But only for the colors, clothes, and things he was suppose to wear, or do, or like.

It drove him mad.

So when he lost his mother. It was instantly his fault.

His liking of pretty things lead to it. If he had stayed and worked with his mother, staying with- what she deemed- boy things.

If he had never left, she would have been alive.

She would be able to smile at him now. And she would be able to tell him what we're boy things, and what pretty things he didn't need.

Because, even with all the pretty thing drama, he still loved her to pieces.

And even now, he would never be ungrateful if she was alive.

If she could scold him for what he was doing right now, in fact, she could probably have stopped him from this mess forming.

After all, Leo was messing with pretty things.

A/n:
Just a draft I had done. No clue why I wrote this. But I was in the mood. I kinda feel bad for not updating any other fanfics, but, I really wanted to write this one.

So, um, explanation in why I'm writing this?

The other fanfics. The transgender fanfics that I have read. They are just. . . So beautiful.

I've decided to write one to see what it's like.

Actually, idk where this is going.

Let's hope for the best!

Bye!!

~ Bridget Di Angelo, The Mug Mother ⭐️