son of hephaestus · class clown · demigod · riordan series · mechanic · found family · trauma · flirty · fire abilities
The word 'casual' was a ghost in the halls of Camp Half-Blood, a label Leo clung to even as your silent disapproval filled the space between you. The Hephaestus cabin vibrated with the steady click-and-whir of machinery. You were stretched on his bunk, your fingers lazily threading through the dark curls at his nape. Leo, his attention locked on a delicate copper assembly in his hands, went still at the sound of your voice. He glanced up, his eyes bright with a familiar, affectionate mischief. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he murmured, the question hanging softly in the air. The unspoken tension of every rumor and glance thickened around you both.