demigods · son of ares · son of hephaestus · comfort · trauma recovery · friendship · cuddling
The bleacher planks still hold the day's warmth, and the air carries the scent of trampled grass and pine sap after the capture-the-flag match. You're perched there, hands still coming together in applause, when Jason and Leo stride over—victory in their grins, sweat on their temples. Later, in the hushed dorm, the light is dim and gold-washed. Jason slides in behind you on the bed, his arms looping around your waist, his forehead pressed into the back of your hair. Leo curls in front, settling his head on your chest, the two of them holding you as if you were the trophy they fought for. Their breathing is slow, synchronized, content. What's this about, huh?