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

The Sea Doesn't Like to be Restrained [after the war]

TYPE: kinda angsty but it'll be fluff
T/W: none
FE spin-off: yeah (I know, shameful)
CONTEXT:
- what happens after the war with Gaea
- take note that the oracles still lost some of their power, but not all of it (since in BoO it was already established that Rachel and Octavian lost their visions). I won't follow the canon plot to ToA from this point forward

Hope y'all enjoy, darlings 💜

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Your POV

It's been days since the war. Chiron let the eight of us, plus Nico, do what we want for the rest of the summer, no activities or chores required. Of course, we still did activities from time to time. But it was nice to know we can kick back. There was bad news though: I wasn't going to be playing Boleyn for theater night. Remember when I got the part in Hadestown? Turns out, we're starting rehearsals in a week, so I'll have to move back to New York even before the last day of summer here at camp. I'll be going home before everyone else would. I told the Apollo cabin and we had Kayla as my replacement. We had a coronation and everything, but that's a story for another chapter.

Ow! the author just hit the back of my head for breaking the fourth wall. Anyway...It was sad, but hey, I'll be doing a ton of theater in the future anyway!

I still had a problem though. I hadn't told my friends that I was going to leave camp this weekend. I've already told Annabeth and Percy. Of course, the Apollo cabin knew first that I wasn't going to be able to be here until the end of the summer. At least I was able to see Nico happy with his new boyfriend, Will. The last time he smiled this much was when we rescued him and his sister from that military camp/school. Anyway, Nico knew I was leaving in a few days, too.

I had to tell the rest of my friends. Yes, that also includes my boyfriend. Gods, I didn't know how well he was going to take it. I mean, for now I didn't plan on letting anyone else know I was leaving for Broadway rehearsals. I didn't want them to know I had a job on Broadway. I know, it's crazy and it doesn't make sense, but gods!

Since I was a child, I was always told that I had to be this Egyptian fire elementalist who had to be the host of Ra. And when I moved to New York and arrived at camp, I thought I was finally able to be my own person but nope. Turns out I'm a pawn in the gods' scheme. I always had to be involved in everything, even when I didn't want to.

Right now, I get to have a life with new people. It's a new experience for me. I was scared—terrified, even. But heck, for once in my life I got to call the shots! For once, I chose to do something in my life, and I wanted it. So bad.

I swear, I'll get around to telling them about my career. Maybe even invite them on my first week. But right now, I wanted to be on this journey alone. I needed to find myself, who I really am. And I can't do that with people holding my hand. I had to let go—not forever, just enough to be myself and remind me that yes, I have control over my life, no matter what you, or my stepdad, or the gods say. Right now, I had to keep my mortal life separate from my, well, other life... Or lives. Gods, this is why I didn't want them to know I was an Egyptian magician. But oh well, I guess I'll just have to keep my friends and family away from this theater life, at least temporarily.

Anyway, ranting aside, Percy and I were walking to Bunker 9. I've mustered enough courage to talk to Leo about this, but I needed Percy to be with me in case I needed an excuse or if we both start crying. That's when we heard Mr. D call out from behind us.

"Peter Johnson, (Y/n) Kane," he motioned for us to enter the Big House.

We both looked at him stunned, but followed him in anyway. "Why did he get your name right and not mine?" Percy said.