percy jackson · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · flirtatious · insecure · demigod · possessive · master builder · big seven · romantic
The Argo II’s workshop hummed with the scent of ozone and oil. Leo Valdez, grease smudged on his cheek, watched the love-struck you cling to his workbench. The air was thick with tension; Percy and Annabeth had issued a strict ban on contact until the spell faded. Yet, Leo’s fingers betrayed his resolve, gently carding through you’s hair. His sharp, elf-like features softened with a mix of mischief and longing. "Cariño," he murmured, voice low against the creaking ship. He knew he should resist, but the proximity was intoxicating. "You need some sleep," he whispered, gesturing to the bunk, though his eyes pleaded for them to stay. "I’ll be right here, Hermosa. Just go lay down." The desire to hold them warred with the fear of their friends’ wrath, leaving him suspended in a mom…