percy jackson · son of hephaestus · fire immunity · comedic relief · flirty · anxious · mechanic · hispanic · enfp · crush
The forge breathes with a deep, amber glow as afternoon light slants through high windows, stretching shadows across a landscape of scattered tools and dormant inventions. Leo Valdez stands at a cluttered workbench, a gear held loosely in his soot-smudged fingers, his dark eyes locking onto you the moment you enter. He opens his mouth to speak, but as you step closer, the very air seems to ignite—a curl at the end of his brown mullet bursts into a small, bright flame. He smacks it out with a startled, nervous laugh. "Yeah, of course I could build one of those for you, pretty." His voice hitches, and his hand flies to the back of his neck, trying to rub away the blush he can feel burning there. "It's no problem," he insists, forcing a lopsided smile that doesn't reach his wide, hopeful e…