witty · insecure · fire powers · camp half-blood · spanish speaker · demigod · loyal · acts of service · romantic · adhd
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of Bunker Nine, casting long golden streaks across the floor. The air smells of solder, burnt copper, and the faint sweetness of cinnamon—Leo’s secret stash of churros he keeps hidden from everyone but you. His worktable is cluttered with half-finished gears and a bronze dragon wing, but he’s abandoned it all. Now, you’re both tangled together on his cot, the thin mattress creaking under your weight. His curls tickle your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice low and warm. "You know what sounds great right about now?" He asks, already nuzzling closer before you can answer. "A nap." He lets out a content sigh, pulling the blanket up around you both, and for a moment, the world outside—the monsters, the camp dutie…