Leo Valdez Fluff And One-Shots

Accidents Happen

You let out a sigh of irritation as you let your bow drop to your side, running a hand over your sweat-soaked neck. The resulting pain was a mix of the sting of sunburn and the ache of sore muscles and you pulled your hand away rolling your shoulders and moving your head from side to side, trying to crack your neck in order to work out the kinks.

You had been out for hours now, practicing your archery. You were getting better- you were hitting the target fairly regularly, just not anywhere close to the middle unless you counted by accident.

It was sweltering out so most other campers were either sheltering in their cabins or frolicking in the lake to avoid the heat and here you were, all alone at the archery range, acutely aware of how your skin was slowly baking.

Reaching back over your head, you pulled another arrow from your quiver, fitting it to your bowstring. You closed your eyes and drew a slow, deep breath, allowing yourself to relax as you pulled the arrow back. You kept your eyes closed, trying to trust your senses as you let the arrow fly, letting out a hiss as the bowstring snapped along the inside of your elbow, leaving an angry red mark in its wake. You blinked your eyes open, a frown furrowing your eyebrows as you turned your gaze from the small welt to where your arrow had gone. Your eyes widened as you saw none other than Leo Valdez standing near the target, his expression resembling that of a deer in the headlights. Shifting your gaze, you took notice of the tear in his shirt, the tear with a single familiar feather stuck in it. The same feathers that had been used to fletch your arrows. Just like the arrow you had just shot.

The silence finally broke as Leo finally came to terms with his shock as he demanded, "What was that for? You could've killed me!"

"Why were you walking through the archery range?" you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air.

"Because no one's here and it's a shortcut!" he shot back, "Everyone else isn't crazy and trying to train in this heat!"

You scowled heavily, your chest throbbing with anger, "Well obvious I'm here idiot!" you retorted, "Is your shortcut worth getting filled with arrows?"

"I didn't think anyone was here!" he yelled, examining the tear in his shirt with a stormy expression, "Look what you did!"

"It's just a shirt!" you protested, "You've probably got twenty in your cabin!"

He just scowled, glaring at you, "I liked this one! "

"Then patch it up!" you shot back, fingers gripping your bow so tightly, your knuckles shone white. "You're a demigod son of Hephaestus, I'm sure you can figure it out!"

And so that was one of your first meetings with Leo Valdez.

All things aside though, the two of you weren't actually enemies. You just liked to argue and mess around with each other. It was fun. You never stayed mad at each other for that long. When worst came to worst, you had each others' backs and that was what mattered in the end. After all, you were both demigods so it was you against the monsters and the rest of the world, wasn't it?

You sat on a rock overlooking the lake, bow lying across your lap as your surveyed the view before you. You looked up at the sound of rustling leaves and footsteps and Leo settled down beside you.

"Thanks for not shooting me this time," he joked, glancing at you.

"I dunno, I was pretty close to thinking you were a Minotaur with all that noise so I was pretty close," you replied, giving him a sidelong smirk. "Or maybe it was the smell that made me think Minotaur."

"Come on, that's low!" Leo protested, swatting your shoulder lightly. "It's too hot out for anyone not to smell like sweat!"

"Excuses, excuses," you teased and he stuck out his tongue at you. You rolled your eyes, "Gods, you are such a child Leo Valdez."

He grinned confidently, "It is my speciality. Why bother growing up if you can't be a little childish sometimes?"

"The key word there being sometimes, not always." you retorted with a smile and then it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Someone's jealous." he chuckled with a raised eyebrow, "Lemme guess, just like pretty much everyone here, mommy or daddy issues?"

"As if you didn't know," you muttered, smacking his arm playfully. "Amazing deduction Sherlock."

"That makes you Watson," he pointed out.

"Who says that's a bad thing? Watson's the nice one."

He shrugged, "Sherlock is smarter."

"He's a sociopath."

"A highly functioning sociopath," Leo corrected with a grin and you laughed as he continued the famous line, "Do your research."

"My apologies Mr Holmes," you chuckled, leaning back on your elbows. "I see you managed to fix your shirt."

"No thanks to you, I had to ask Piper to help me." he pouted, curly hair falling in his eyes. "I kept pricking my fingers."

You laughed, "Really? The kid who could build a napkin dispenser out of sticks couldn't stitch up a little hole in his shirt?"

"Hey, it was a pretty big hole!" he protested, "And it's called being good with machines, not with fashion. That's Aphrodite kids. And speaking of our abilities, aren't you supposed to be good at archery? I mean, you're kind of a daughter of Apollo."

You swatted his side again, "Hey, no fair! I'm good at other Apollo stuff! I'm one of the best healers in camp!"

"Good, because if you had hit me instead of my shirt then you would've needed to use those healing powers." Leo replied, leaning back beside you and taking your hand in his with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "Maybe it was my archery skills that kept me from skewering you. After all, my eyes were closed."

"So you're saying you were just trying to scare me?"

You shrugged, "Maybe."

"Well it worked."

"Good."

The two of you fell silent for a few minutes, staring up at the slowly darkening sky.

It was you who broke the silence first, piping up quietly, "I'm sorry. I wasn't actually trying to hit you."

"I know," Leo replied, "It's fine."

You turned your head to face him only to find he was already looking at you, a soft smile on his lips.

"It was an accident though," you continued and he pressed a kiss to your lips.

"You talk too much," he mumbled after he pulled away. "And don't worry about it. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Same."

"Just keep your eyes open next time, deal?"

"Deal."