Leo Valdez x reader (oneshots and the Fire Elementalist series)

Michael in the Bathroom

TYPE: angst, ends in fluff
T/W (marked so you can skip): panic attack, self-harm attempt
CONTEXT:
- spin-off
- before Argo II set sails
- not a song prompt, just loosely inspired by that song
- I'm sorry guys. I've been feeling real shitty lately. I promise I'll get back to Fire Elementalist as soon as I can
- (f/m) is favorite movie

Hope y'all still enjoy, darlings 💜

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Your POV

You guys may know that being a daughter of Poseidon and blood of the pharaohs, I'm one tough cookie. So why was I in the cabin 3 bathtub, violently shaking and sobbing, on a sunny Thursday night?

Well, let's back it up, shall we?

Monday.

The night before, my ba (which is what the Egyptians believe to be the part of the soul that is able to leave your body when you sleep and dream), travelled to the Egyptian Underworld just so Osiris can remind you how pathetic you are.

"You call yourself a hero?" He scoffs. "What kind of hero sits around while her brother is missing? Heroes don't kill their allies. Yeah, remember that time you were trying to save the scrolls against Apophis? That time you were in the Dallas Nome? Oh that's right, you don't remember the Dallas Nome! Because your incompetence lead to the destruction and massacre of the entire Nome! You should have done yourself a favor and sacrificed yourself in place of all those magicians."

I tried to tune out what he said. It didn't really hurt. Much.

I already blamed myself for not being quick enough to secure the Dallas Nome, or at least quick enough to snatch the scroll, or at least evacuate the people in the Nome. All I could do at that time was stare at the wreckage. The emotional turmoil was as hard as the Titan War, hell, maybe even harder. We tried to warn them, but we just didn't do enough. Worse, the last scroll was destroyed, and we were empty-handed. We flew out of Texas having failed our quest and wiping out Nomes in the process. It was hell.

Julius/Osiris noticed my discomfort. A decent human being would know when enough was enough. Sadly, my stepdad wasn't one.

"You know what baffles me the most?" He continued. "It's that your mom could have lived if you had died. You should have sacrifices your life force for her. She would have been alive. I would have been human. Our family should have been happy. Even happier without you. You call yourself a hero but you won't even give your life for your mom. Oh, how Ruby could have been alive! You ruined the life of our family, you Greek scum. Carter and Sadie are orphans because of you."

He continued to drawl on about how my existence ruins people's lives. 16 years of existence and he still manages to hurt me with his words. Especially when he brings up mom.

My ba started to float away, drowning out the sounds of my nagging stepdad.

I woke up in the Apollo cabin, tears staining my cheeks. I turned to look at the time. 5:21 AM.

I tried to go back to sleep, which I failed. Great, I thought, another thing to add to my list of failures.

Okay, so I may be exaggerating. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Needless to say, a crappy day followed.

Tuesday.

Okay. New day new start, right?

Wrong. Guess what? My period just came in. No wonder yesterday was crappy. PMS is a bitch.