A/N: Yes, I know this has been done before, but I couldn't help myself. Leo and Reyna watching telenovelas together is basically my favorite fluffy scenario for them. Please excuse what is probably terrible spanish, I've taken spanish for years but I'm definetely not fluent by any stretch of imagination. Also, I'm aiming to update this fic every sunday/monday, just fyi. Enjoy!
Leo discovers Reyna's telenovela watching habit by accident. He's supposed to be fixing her tv for the millionth time—at first, he had appreciated the chance to poke around in her rooms and needle her about needing his help—but now he's a bit annoyed and wishes that she would just give up on her tv. She really needs to accept that having a mortal tv in the middle of an enchanted, mist-shrouded demigod camp will always be a lost cause.
So, because of this, Leo had been yanking a little too hard on the TV in order to see the wires behind it, and suddenly a cascade of DVDS came falling out and hit him on the head. They're from Netflix, much to Leo's surprise—sometimes he thinks her royal praetorship isn't really aware of the mortal of world. And even more surprising, they appear to be telenovelas. The shotgun marriages-surprise pregnancies-fake siblings kind. Not something Leo thinks Reyna would like.
By the time Reyna comes back from her senate meeting, Leo has fixed her TV and is making good use of it. In the twenty minutes he's watched, the maid has already gotten pregnant and run off with the eldest son.
Reyna sighs loudly and drops her bag on the table, as if hoping to startle him. "I don't remember letting you use my TV," She says. Leo doesn't look up, and eats a piece of popcorn, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Consider it payment," Leo says.
Reyna glares at him. He shows no indication of sensing her glare. "I don't remember letting you eating my popcorn, either."
"That can be payment for the last time I fixed your TV." Leo said. He finally looks up at her, grinning.
Reyna sighs loudly and sits as far from Leo on the couch as humanly possible. Leo holds out the popcorn bowl and she grudgingly takes some. Leo sneaks a look at her. Strands of hair are sneaking out of her braid—falling across her collar bone—and she's sitting ramrod straight, one hand gripping the armrest. He's not sure if that's her normal posture or if it's just a reaction to him.
One the screen, the protagonist Maria sighs into the arms of her older brother's best friend.
"Tú eres la luz de mi vida, mi amor," the guy says as Maria beams. Said bad boy has rippling muscles and appears to be incapable of buttoning up his shirt properly or combing his hair. Leo wonders idly if this is what Reyna likes in guys. Considering that he's pretty sure Reyna was half in love with Jason last year, he'd be surprised. The guy on the screen—or any guy in a telenovela—is miles away from Jason. Leo would like to think that he's far closer to this guy than Jason is. Which would mean—hypothetically—that Reyna should like him. A little bit. Maybe just a tiny bit. Or so he hopes.
"I've already seen this episode," Reyna mutters finally under her breath.
Leo turns to her, grinning. "If I put on one you haven't watched, will you stop complaining about me being here?"
Reyna raises an eyebrow. "Fine." She says, scowling slightly at him, and Leo knows that's as good as he's going to get.
Leo holds a DVD up. "You seen this one?"
Reyna crosses her arms over her chest. "Not yet," She says finally. "And you better not talk during this, either." She adds.
Leo smirks at her. "Whatever you say," He puts on his best telenovela-bad-boy voice, channeling the guy frozen on the screen. "Mi amor."
Reyna glares at him, but he swears she's smiling a bit too.
A/N: So that's it. Hope you all enjoyed. Also thank you to everyone who has read, faved, followed or reviewed this story, you guys are awesome! :One last thing: if you're interested in the progress on this fic, I put stuff up on my profile, so check it out!