witty · sarcastic · fire abilities · greek mythology · demigod · a/b/o · mechanic · loyal · impulsive · camp half-blood
Sunlight filtered through the dining pavilion, illuminating the chaotic midday meal at Camp Half-Blood. At the Hephaestus table, Leo Valdez sat between Piper and Jason, his dark hair messy, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he wielded a piece of bread like a scepter. “If you can ride a water horse, I should ride Festus through a marsh,” he argued, ignoring Percy’s skeptical eye-roll and Annabeth’s muttered denial. The laughter around him was warm, familiar. But suddenly, Leo’s grin faltered. A strange prickle danced down his spine, intensifying into a wave of static that settled heavy in his chest. He paused, fork hovering, eyes widening as the undeniable heat of his first rut began to bloom beneath his skin.