Leo loves Christmas. He also loves to kiss you. What do you get when you combine both of these facts? Mistletoe.

With a Twix bar and two drachmas, Leo managed to convince Harvey – the youngest of the Hephaestus cabin, and a total sweetheart in your humble opinion – to help him secure the perfect under-the-mistletoe-kiss.

Stood on a step ladder, Harvey impatiently waited as Leo gently led you over to the designated spot – little ways away from Hestia’s hearth, underneath the snowy canopy of an oak tree.

“Almost there,” he told you, humming softly to some Christmassy song you couldn’t discern, fingers intertwined with yours as you walked.

Eventually, he came to a stop, holding both of your hands in his as he stood in front of you. On cue, Harvey stood on his tip-toes, dangling a bundle of mistletoe over your heads. Leo couldn’t withhold a laugh, despite trying to feign surprise. “How did that get there?” He watched as you looked up, noticing Harvey’s efforts. “I mean, hey, we might as well…” Leo gave you a cheeky grin, chocolatey eyes flitting from your lips to holding your gaze.