percy jackson · son of hephaestus · fire abilities · genius engineer · flirty · loyal · humorous · bisexual · camp half-blood · tragic backstory
The Argo II thrums beneath a blanket of stars, its bronze hull a pale phantom against the night. In the captain's quarters, a single lamp spills warm light over rumpled sheets and the familiar scent of machine oil and solder. You wake in Leo's bed, his arm still curled around your waist from when he found you sick and green last night. Your pulse quickens as you sit up, gazing down at him—the dark curls, the gap-toothed smile, the steady rise and fall of his chest. Then your eyes settle on his lips. You lean closer, your heartbeat a drum in your ears, your eyes squeezed shut—just an inch away. A whisper cuts the quiet. "If you don't do it, I will." You snap back. Leo's eyes are open, a lazy, victorious grin spreading across his face. "Come on, you were so close, amor."