au where Leo isn’t a complete immature asshole and actually develops a really close relationship with Frank that mostly involves Frank talking him out of really stupid ideas and the two of them hang out with Hazel and they’re her boys and she tells them stories of Sammy and these characters actually get the attention they fucking deserve
Plot: Leo has a nightmare on the Argo II and you comfort him and end up falling asleep with him and everyone else just can’t handle the cute
“It’s all your fault,” a cold voice rang out. “You lit the workshop on fire. You’re the reason she’s dead.”
“No!” I screamed as I watched the workshop go up in flames.
“Leo,” my mother’s voice called. “Wake up.”
“Leo!” Someone was shaking my shoulder. I sat up, breathing hard. (Y/N) was standing next to my bunk, a worried look on her face. She was still in the clothes that she had worn today. “You okay?”
“What are you doing up? Why aren’t you in your PJs?”
“I was on watch. Leo, answer me.”
My shoulders sagged. “No, I’m not.”
She climbed onto my bed and sat crossed-legged at the end. “Wanna talk about it?”
I didn’t really, but her eyes held so much concern, I knew she really did want to help. “It was a nightmare about my mom. It’s my fault she died.”
“Oh, Leo.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a hug. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“But it was,” I said, my voice cracking.
She shook her head. “It wasn’t. This is just Gaea messing with your head.”
I buried my face in her neck, feeling comforted by the feeling of her arms around me.
She pulled me down so we were both laying down and my head was on her chest, her arms still wrapped around me. She began to sing a lullaby and I could feel the vibrations of her voice in my head. Eventually, I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was her kissing the top of my head and saying “G'night Valdez.”
. . .
“Shh, don’t wake them up!"
"I won’t, I just want to get a picture of this. They are so cute, I need this to be documented.”
“I can’t handle this, oh my god.”
I heard the quiet voices of Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel coming from the doorway and shifted slightly, not opening my eyes. When I bumped into something warm, I opened them and saw (Y/N) laying there and all the memories of last night came flooding back. She made a little noise and buried her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head in her hair, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo.
Piper made a little squealing noise, and I could feel my cheeks turning red, and I turned my concentration onto trying not to spontaneously combust.
“Shut up!” Annabeth hissed.
“What’s going on?” I heard Percy ask. I heard his footsteps stop in front of my room. “Is that… Did she sleep in here last night?”
I groaned and sat up. “The door was closed,” I pointed out. “Does knocking not mean anything anymore?”