"It's a good thing you're cute"
Rating: K+
Pairings: Leyna, which is Leo/Reyna
Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan. I don't own Percy Jackson. I am not the ancient Celts who created the concept of Halloween, though I'm fairly sure I'm descended from them. I hope neither of them sue me for writing this story.
Summary: You're never too old for trick-or-treating, at least, according to Leo. Reyna's just along for the ride.
Warning: Kind of stupid. Fluffy. Minor bad language.
A.N: So, it's Halloween, and I thought I should finally make a Leyna contribution. Enjoy this Halloween Leyna.
Two teenagers stood on the front porch of an average house in suburbia. They were surrounded by small children dressed as super heroes, princesses, Harry Potter characters and ghosts. The door swung open and a chorus of trick-or-treat rang through the group.
A middle-aged woman with a perky smile and hair that curled like Dolores Umbridge's stood in the doorway with a basket of candy. She gave each child two kit-kats until she came to the teenagers. A Hispanic boy with a knowing smirk and a slightly taller girl with dark hair dressed as Toph. The woman glared as she placed candy in their buckets. They walked away from the house as they boy laughed.
"Did you see her face?" asked the son of Hephaestus, "She was like, 'Damn teenagers takin' all my candy. They're too old for trick-or-treating.'"
"Leo," said the girl, rolling her ebony eyes and shrugging, "We are too old for this. Really?"
She placed her hand on the large bun at the top of her head, "Really, what is this? We're too old to beg for candy and dress up like cartoon characters. I am the praetor of Camp Jupiter. This is just demeaning."
Leo gasped, as though her comment had physically injured him, "Reyna, we saved the fucking world. We deserve to have a little fun, and candy. Candy's always good. Umm, candy." He took out a piece of candy and then seemed to have lost his train of thought. After finishing the twix, he continued," And it's fun. You need to have fun."
"I don't have fun," she dead-panned. How had she let him talk her into this?
"It's about time you start," he said, grabbing her by the arm, "We're going to have a good time. Just you, me, and little children in costumes."
"It's a good thing you're cute," she muttered under her breath.
"I try," he said, his chocolate eyes sparkling and a grin on his face.
"Come on Repair Boy," she said, using the now public domain nickname, "Let's go trick-or-treating. Roman style." She had a sinister glint in her eyes that told Leo she meant business.
"Lead the way, warrior girl," he replied, his voice cheerful.
This was going to be a fun night.
A.N: Hope it didn't suck too badly. And just so you know, I imagine the two of them trick-or-treated hard-core the rest of the night and got buckets of candy. Oppa Roman style. Hey sexy praetor. (Ok, that was a bad joke.) Hope you enjoyed. Oh yes, if you read this, please put "candy seeking missiles" somewhere in your review.
