Parings: Walker x Leah.
W/c: 2,677
Summary: An unexpected storm rolls in, and Leah absolutely hates storms.
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"You know," Walker started with a grin creeping onto his face, "you were so off today when you forgot that line. What was it again?"
Leah groaned, hiding her face with one hand while keeping the other in his hair. "I'm not talking about it," she muttered. "It was embarrassing enough the first time. Why are you bringing it up now?"
"Because it was hilarious!" Walker chuckled, turning slightly to look up at her. "You just froze. And then the way you tried to play it off-'Oh, um, yeah, Percy. That's why we need...uh...'" He mimicked her in a high-pitched voice, barely holding in his laughter.
Leah swatted his arm gently, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Okay, first of all, I don't sound like that. Second of all, shut up."
"But you do sound like that," he teased, his grin widening as she rolled her eyes. "It's okay, though. You made up for it when you nailed that fight scene."
Leah let out a small laugh despite herself, shaking her head. "You're really annoying," she said, her voice soft.
"And yet you still love me," Walker quipped, earning a dramatic eye roll from her.
"Barely," she joked, her lips twitching into a smile.
"Rude," he said, feigning offense before settling his head back into her lap. "Whatever, you're stuck with me now."
The playful back-and-forth melted into a peaceful quiet, the comfort of their little world wrapping around them like a blanket.
It was a cool, breezy evening in Vancouver, Canada. While the rest of the Percy Jackson cast was out exploring the city, Walker Scobell and Leah Sava Jeffries were perfectly content staying in. They had claimed the couch in Walker's apartment, spending hours tangled together, watching TV and cuddling like the outside world didn't exist. Just the two of them, tucked away in their own cozy bubble, with no one around to interrupt their endless stream of snuggles.
Walker glanced up at Leah from his spot on her lap, his expression softening as he watched her focus on the TV. "You know," he murmured, "this is probably the best part of my day."
Leah smirked, her fingers still threading through his curls. "Oh yeah? And what was the worst part?"
Walker groaned dramatically. "When Daniel started eating my fries without asking. Like, dude, boundaries!"
Leah laughed, shaking her head. "You two are literally like brothers. Sharing is part of the deal."
"Yeah, but fries are sacred," Walker argued, his tone mock-serious. "They're not meant to be shared."
Leah rolled her eyes but smiled, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
Before Walker could come up with another witty response, the soft rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, cutting through the calm of their evening. Walker tilted his head slightly, furrowing his brow. "Did you hear that?"
Leah stiffened for a moment but quickly covered it with a casual shrug. "Yeah, probably just some construction or something."
Walker sat up, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the weather app. His eyebrows shot up. "Uh, nope. Definitely not construction. Looks like there's a storm coming in."
