A/N: I know we (including me), simp for this man, but y'all don't know how much I cringed writing this. 💀🙏

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth, and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me, what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior."

To you, Leo was like a small flame that was keeping you warm. You guys had known each other for so long already. Went way back, before finding out about the whole demigod business. He was pretty, funny, caring. What else could you ask for?

It was warm, the sun rays were beaming down on the ship, on you. The light casting a golden hue. Apollo must of been having a good day then. And Zeus too. The sky was clear. Air was thick and moist, wind blowing through your hair. You were on the Argo 2, one of Leo's greatest inventions. So far at least.

-Time Skip: Cut to Leo getting blown up, with you!!-

And holy hell, how the fuck did you get here? One second you two were getting blown up, awoken on Festus, and now here. On this strange island. With a strange woman. Who was she? How would you guys get back? A million questions, yet so little answers. She was... Beautiful, I'm not even going to lie. The perfect blonde wavy hair, the "ideal" body, nice hazel eyes. You could see Leo looking at her, the way he looks at you. Or rather, used to.

"Who are you two?" The goddess looking woman, even dressed like one, raised a questioning eyebrow at you two. Crossing her arms, her hips positioned in such a way it could be an example for models. It looked unreal, but it was real apparently.

"Uh..." Leo was already a stuttering mess. He wasn't that good with pretty people, especially without his humor. And no sarcasm, seriously? Leo fidgeted with his hands, gods he wished he had anything right now. Like a trinket, or even a scrap metal.