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How Leo Met ReynaPlot: When I first caught sight of the dark-haired beauty in a purple cape, I couldn't help but stop and stare for a little while. I think I had my mouth open – your Aunt Annabeth did tell me that I was drooling – but I'm not so sure. LeoxReyna.How Leo Met Reyna by ChristineAnne25
“Let me start with saying that when we were sixteen, your mom was seriously pretty. Hades, she still is. She was a dark-haired praetor, her eyes as black as obsidian, dressed in golden armor, and she was so regal, so formal, that I couldn't believe that the praetor of Rome in the purple toga would end up marrying me one day.” Leo said, recalling the memories of the past as his daughters listened, hanging on to every word he said. He told them this story a thousand times before, but it never got old.
“When I first caught sight of the dark-haired beauty in a purple cape, I couldn't help but stop and stare for a little while. I think I had my mouth open – your Aunt Annabeth did tell me tha
The Firebender (ATLA-PJO Crossover)Plot: Leo Valdez was hanging around Bunker Nine when he saw him hanging around the woods, a boy with a mysterious scar on the left side of his face. This guy was a demigod, Leo just knew it. But who was he?The Firebender (ATLA-PJO Crossover) by ChristineAnne25
Leo yawned and wiped sweat away from his forehead. He spent all night in the bunker to make blueprints for the Argo II. He was extremely enthusiastic about this project, and he was happy that everyone else went crazy when the project was announced. Everyone seemed so excited to see Percy back.
He wanted to get finished on the design of the Argo II as soon as possible, but then again, he couldn't work if he was half-asleep. Drinking a bottle of water, he figured that he should go to sleep. The sun was almost rising, and Annabeth wanted him to be up early.
He set the bottle of water down on his workbench. He placed his hands in his pockets and whistled softly, making his way outside the bunker. The metal doors shut behind him and he started to walk back to
Lazel: The Crayon Masterpiece~ Plot: Leo and Hazel spend a lovely afternoon together sharing their artistic talent by painting pictures and making crayon drawings. 1,200 words. One-shot. Lazel. ~Lazel: The Crayon Masterpiece by ChristineAnne25
This moment was the calmest Hazel has ever felt in her entire life, she realized as she dabbed blue paint in the canvas with a paintbrush. It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It's been a long time since she ever had time for herself, and it's been a long time since she painted a picture. She loved doing art – there was something about the subject that made her lips twitch into a smile. She tucked a loose strand of her curly hair behind her ear, and dipped her brush in mud brown paint as she began to paint a horse.
She was humming a song to herself when she heard a voice say right behind her, “That's a nice painting, Hazel,” the daughter of Pluto looked back and smiled when she saw Leo right behind her, hands in his pockets. “The colors are really pretty and i
Thaluke: Miserable At BestCHAPTER ONE: DEATHThaluke: Miserable At Best by ChristineAnne25
“But compared to your eyes,
Nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky,
It's not mine, but I want it so."
~Mayday Parade, Miserable At Best
He felt like every inch of his body was on fire. He was tempted to pause and catch his breath. He felt like he dropped his lungs somewhere back to where Thalia killed off a couple of those creepy monsters. They've been running from the monsters that Hades summoned for what seemed like hours, when in reality, they've only been running for a good fifteen minutes.
The freaky flying folk – Luke guessed that they were the Furies – were gaining in on him, and they'd be digging their large talons on his shoulder blades any moment now. One of the bat-like women clawed at his head, and would've succeeded in ripping out a chunk of his skull if he didn't duck. He was barely breathe, and the fact that he was carrying an exhausted Annabeth was not helping him out.
Thalia was fir
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Hi, hi! My name is Christina. -stares at the username- Okay, My sister named the account. Not me! I love listening to music, preferably with the genre of Alternative or Pop Punk. (Simple Plan, Three Days Grace, Bowling for Soup, Secondhand Serenade, All Time Low, A Rocket to the Moon, Linkin Park, My Darkest Days, My Chemical Romance)
Me? I'm insanely annoying. I love Water Pokemon starters. My first one was a Totodile! And then I got Squirtle! And then Mudkip! Gary Oak is my hero! I only write! I love to read, too!
I write fanfics too! My OTPs:
OldrivalShipping from Pokemon (GreenxBlue)
OldrivalShipping is so sweet. I've got a fondness for crack pairings, see. And my TWO MOST FAVORITE CHARACTERS definitely deserve to be together. But this is the manga, anyway ...
Leyna from Percy Jackson (LeoxReyna)
I personally think that Reyna needs a few laughs every once in a while, and that Leo is the perfect person for her. Rick Riordan should've made it canon ...
AndromedaxTed (from Harry Potter)
It's interesting to note that Andromeda, a pure-blood from the Ancient and Noble House of Black married Ted, a Muggle-born. Their story's cute!
ArraxLarten (from The Saga of Darren Shan)
I just like it, okay?
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Favourite genre of music: Pop Punk, Rock, Alternative
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Personal Quote: 'Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.' ~Neil Gaiman.