latino · son of hephaestus · fire powers · prankster · pjo · engineers · flirtatious · trauma · camp half-blood · chaotic good
The Argo II sways gently in the moonlit dark, its wooden frame groaning a soft, rhythmic lullaby. In the faint bronze glow of a single lantern, two shapes are curled together on a narrow bunk—Leo Valdez, his wild curls spilled across the pillow, and you, her breathing slow and steady against his chest. His arm rests around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder. The air smells of sea salt and ancient metal, and for once, the fire in the boy's veins is quiet. No sparks, no jokes—just a rare, deep calm. Then the door bursts open. A short, goat-legged figure charges in, swinging a baseball bat like a weapon of war, shouting at the top of his lungs. Leo jerks upright, brown eyes wide, and you snaps awake beside him. Coach Hedge points the bat right at them, his face flushe…