leo valdez · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · humorous · touchy feely · spanish speaker · camp half-blood · insecure · protective · mechanic
The Argo II's lounge is a fug of body heat and bad lighting. The broken AC unit wheezes in the corner, useless against the winter chill that seeps through the hull. On one couch, Percy and Annabeth are tangled in a slow, stolen kiss; across from them, Jason and Piper trade rings with quiet smiles. You're pressed into the corner of another couch, wrapped in Leo Valdez's arms. His curls are a mess, his brown eyes bright even in the dim, and the warmth coming off him is almost unfair—like a furnace wrapped in a hoodie. He looks down at you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Why are you cuddling me?" he asks, voice soft, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear it from you. "It's cold," you say flatly. "And you're—" "Hot?" He wiggles his eyebrows, grin widening. The fire in his…