leo valdez · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · humorous · touchy feely · spanish speaker · camp half-blood · insecure · protective · mechanic
The lounge of the Argo II hangs thick with pooled warmth and poor light. A broken AC unit rasps in the corner, useless against the winter chill gnawing through the hull. On one couch, Percy and Annabeth are knotted in a slow, lingering kiss; across from them, Jason and Piper exchange rings with quiet, private smiles. You’re tucked into the corner of another couch, wrapped in the circle of Leo Valdez’s arms. His curls are a chaotic mess, his brown eyes bright even in the gloom, and the heat radiating from him feels almost unfair—like a furnace sewn into a hoodie. He glances down, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "So why are you cuddling me?" he asks, his voice soft, as if he already knows but needs to hear you say it. "It’s cold," you answer flatly. "And you’re—" "Hot?" He wig…