"After all those years on the streets, I finally feel like I'm home" "You're lying" Leo didn't even have to look up, he knew her better than anyone. "You're right, I was always at home with you" In which there's an unlikely friendship (... and maybe something more) between the daughter of Poseidon and the son of Hephaestus. Watch them figure everything out while trying to save the world. Or in which Leo Valdez has always been Alex Jackson's home. Book 1 in the Alex Jackson series *Slight language warning*

Alex buried her face in Leo's shoulder as he held her. All that she could think was that she needed him, now more than ever. She needed his arms around her, needed him to hold her and whisper that everything would be okay. In which the two opposites attract on the journey to Rome. Watch them figure everything out as they try to save the world and lose a lot. But atleast they still have each other. Or In which the journey to Rome is full of ups and downs. Book 2 in the Alex Jackson series. *Slight language warning*

Rebecca was haunted by the ghosts of her past. Angered by her sister's death in Hephaestus' junkyard, she'd joined the wrong side of the war and was paying the price. When she joined a new quest to save Hera, she was told that one of the Seven of the Prophecy would bring her peace. But she definitely hadn't expected a son of Hephaestus to bring her peace, least of all Leo Valdez.

n. (noun) a homesickness or longing for a home to which you cannot return, or maybe never was; the nostalgia, yearning and grief for a place of the past ❝ you make me feel safe ❞

big black boots, long brown hair she's so sweet with her get-back stare ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ graphic depictions of violence, pet cats, chappel roan songs, underage drinking, death and murder, sleepovers, revolutions, a tired piper mclean, more death and murder, mother mother songs, a stupidly long starbucks order, forced child support, diy haircuts, and worst of all... oblivious idiots pining for each other, are all included in the following story.

"And by strange alchemy of brain His pleasures always turn'd to pain - His naivete to wild desire - His wit to love - his wine to fire - And so, being young and dipt in folly I fell in love with melancholy." 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩. BOOK 1 OF STARDUST SOUL THE LOST HERO LEO VALDEZ [Cover by me]