Whenever Frank remembered his charred piece of wood that held his life, a surge of panic washed over him. Leo had designed a fireproof pouch for him to prevent it from burning. Frank had assured Hazel that he was capable of holding onto the piece of wood himself now that it would have no means of catching on fire, but he wasn't quite sure. Although nothing could easily destroy the stick, he felt safer if Hazel kept it for him, because he trusted her with his life. He just masked his true opinion on the subject so that Hazel wouldn't have the burden of someone's lifeline on her shoulders. That was how much he loved her.
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PJO/HOO- Headcanons
FanfictionPrepared to feel the feels? Prepared to cry, laugh, and fangirl with the characters of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter? If so, then enter, mighty demigod, into the land of headcanons! This book includes heart-wrenching, funny, unique one-shots abou...
