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Demigods&Stuff
Percy: @that-dam-son-of-poseidon
Annabeth: @annabeth-in-your-chase
Frank: @frank-zhang-skreee
Hazel: @hazel-is-confused
Piper: @piper-mclean-raaa
Jason: @jason-graceeeeee
Leo: @leo-valdez-graaa
Will (Me!): @will-solace-aaaaa
Nico: @nico-di-angelo-aaaaa & @nico-the-ghost-king
Kayla: @kaylaknowles-yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa & @apollos-favorite-child
Magnus: @magnus-falafelking
Alex: @alex-fierro-pr-nightmare
Thalia: @best-dam-huntress
Clarisse: @everyone-is-a-punk
Silena: @silena-styles & @silena-beauregard-official
Connor: @the-better-stoll-brother
Travis: @travis-stollllllllll
Octavian: @askoctavianhoo
Bianca: @that-one-dead-sister
Zoe: @zoe-can-see-the-stars-again
Calypso: @calypso-daughter-of-atlas
Gods
Ares: @amazing-war-god-ares
Dionysus: @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine
Poseidon: @unda-the-sea-and-bi-myself
Aphrodite: @im-aphrodite-dearies
Zeus: @thunder-pants
Persephone: @queen-of-the-underworld221
Ariadne: @one-and-only-ariadne
Apollo: @why-did-i-get-acne & @apollo-god-of-prophecy
Athena: @thatonesmartone
Thor: @stop-hammer-time
Mortals
Naomi: @miss-naomi-solace
Sally: @percys-blue-food-vendor
Non cannon
Moth(apollo): @moththecabin7kid
Didi(apollo): @thatonebitheaterkid
He(apollo): @healing-with-he
Aria(apollo): @aria-pane
Jade(hecate): @keeper-of-lunionem
Shay(hermes): @shay-with-a-gun
Fern(aphrodite): @fern-luvs-you
Aster(ares): @ast3rrul3z
Estra(hermes): @estraava
Jaxon(dionysus): @superbstarlightsheep
Lathi(apollo): @the-child-of-apollo-2010
Zane(hades): @m0mm13s-f4v0r1t2-h3ll-sp4wn
Aiden(apollo): @glowsticks-and-soda
Cassidy(dionysus): @glowsticks-and-soda
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TECH!LEO VALDEZ X THEATER KID!READER
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Summary: You land the role of Veronica Sawyer in a musical your high school is putting on, and your tech boyfriend tries to be supportive and reassure you when you need it.
Warnings: Highschool!au, Mortal!au,already dating fic, Beware spelling errors, im lowkey dyslexic. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END FICS….
Authors Notes: HIII GUYS IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I LOVE LEO SO MUCH. ALSO THIS IS PARTLY FOR SOME DISCORD FRIENDS !! Possibly not canon written Leo 😭🙏
You were in the drama/theater club at your high school, often appearing as the leading or supporting roles in musicals your school would put on in the auditorium. It was amazing, both fun and something you were good at! But what made it even better was one of the tech kids, Leo Valdez—Who was your boyfriend!
A few weeks ago, you scored one of the lead roles—Veronica Sawyer—in a musical your school was putting on called ‘Heathers’. But, there was a rather… intimate scene with another character, Veronica’s love interest, in the show during the song ‘Dead Girl Walking’, and Leo tried to tolerate it and support you the best he could, but it was getting a little unbearable for him.
“Baby…” Leo whined as you ranted to him about your role in the musical, even though you should have been practicing your lines. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practicing or something?” He didn't want to send you away like that, but he could go on hearing you talk about that scene.
“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I’ll go practice my lines. Thanks for the reminder. Love you, bye!” You say apologetically, kissing his cheek quickly (If any teacher or adult at the school saw you do that you’d probably get detention.) and running out from backstage where you were talking to Leo as he worked on… Whatever he does.
It was a few hours from the first showing of the show as your high school was doing a morning and afternoon show. You were backstage getting ready, changing into costume, and makeup, making sure you had your lines completely memorized and you could hit each note in the songs—Which you could. Expect you couldn’t help but be a bit worried about this. Sure, you had played so many roles before throughout the years you’ve been in high school, but you were worried about little things, a lot of little things which slowly added up to become one big thing for you to worry about—Making sure you’d sing the school appropriate version of the lyrics, making sure you wouldn’t blank on stage (How embarrassing would that be?!), making sure you were perfect.
Then you got an idea.
There was one person that you knew for sure thought you were perfect. Your boyfriend, Leo! Of course, you’d be able to get reassurance from him! So naturally you ran—Not too fast though, you couldn’t ruin your costume—off from where you were sat to find him.
It didn’t take you long to find Leo, he was exactly where you had expected him to be after all. “Leo!” You called out as you walked up to him, placing one of your hands on his arm so he would turn around to face you. And he in fact did turn around and face you like you had suspected he would.
“What is it?” He asked, sounding confused. He thought you would be getting ready for the musical, not running up to him for a chat. “Did ya miss me that bad you had to stop getting ready to come find me?” He added with a short chuckle, gaining a smile.
“Nono,—Well yes, but that’s not why I came to find you.” You replied, worry practically seeping through your words the more you spoke. Leo noticed almost immediately.
Your hand was still on his arm, Leo put his hand on top of yours. “Wow, I’m hurt.” He teased. “Well then, what is it? Whatcha need?” That was one of the things you loved about Leo; he always seemed to know when you were worried or upset about something, even if he didn’t know how to comfort you.
“I dunno, I guess I’m just nervous about this. I’m scared of messing up on stage.” You admit to him, and Leo seems to immediately understand what you mean. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll do great, trust me.”
Then, when you were finally getting that reassurance from your boyfriend, it was about roughly 15-to-20 minutes until curtain—Until you would be on stage. Oh, brother.
You were feeling a little more better as you rushed back to the backstage area of the auditorium, Leo’s words ringing in your ears. The backstage was suddenly not as easy to navigate as it was before you ran off to find your boyfriend. People—Either in the show themselves or apart of tech like Leo—Were running around, trying to make sure the preparations were all set and everything was ready for the first showing of the musical.
Then you got told by one of the tech team members to get in your place on stage.
After about 2 and a half hours, the morning show of your high schools performance of ‘Heathers The Musical’ was over. You bowed before the audience, sweating, your throat sore and hurting from singing for almost 2 hours straight. At this point, all you could think of was the bottle of water that was waiting for you by your bag backstage.
As soon as the curtain closed, you ran off stage to where you had set your bag in desire of the bottle of water you had gotten before hand. And there it was waiting for you, along with Leo, your boyfriend.
“See? What did I tell you? You did amazing, just like I said you would.” Leo said, wrapping one of his arms around you, seemingly not minding the fact that you were practically covered in sweat.
“Yeah yeah, I know,” You groan in reply. “Just lemme grab my water before you start praising me.” You let out a dry laugh, —Dry to the fact that your throat was now killing you. You reached out your hand for your bottle of water, but Leo grabbed it before you could. You thought he would hold on to it tightly and reach his hand up high, making you reach even farther for it, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened it for you and handed it to you, seemingly recognizing how tired you were after performances.
“You look tired,” Leo mused, knowing exactly where this was going to go. After most shows and performances, you would be tired and feel miserable. So miserable and tired that you would just crash in his arms. “Come here..” He said, opening his arms for you to fall into. You quickly leaned your whole body against him, leaning into his arms.
“Thank you,”
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