Percabeth Oneshots

Campfire Catastrophes

By me.

The night was calm after the campfire, everyone sitting in a circle and sharing stories when Hazel went unusually quiet, her face paling. Frank leaned closer to her, concerned.

"Haze, you okay?" he asked gently.

Before Hazel could answer, she bolted forward, her face twisting as she emptied her stomach all over Frank's shoes.

For a moment, silence. Then, of course, Percy broke it.

"Hazel, that was epic," he said, barely holding in laughter. "No wait, it was e-puke."

Leo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at Frank's unfortunate footwear. "Dude, I had no idea you wore designer. What brand are those? Oh, wait, it's coming to me... Vomitino?"

Jason snorted as Piper covered her mouth, trying and failing to hide her laughter.

"No, no, it's gotta be the latest from Louis Vuuuu-tion!" Percy shot back, grinning so wide his face practically glowed in the dark.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but a smirk crept onto her face. "Frank's got the only pair with organic detailing."

"Totally custom," Leo said, nearly crying from laughter. "Honestly, Frank, what's your new favorite food? Barf-ecue."

Even Frank cracked a grin as he tried to shake the puke off his shoes. "Sure, because who wouldn't want shoes like these?"

"Oh, come on, Frank!" Percy said, giving him a friendly nudge. "You'll look back on this as the day Hazel upgraded your style."

Hazel, laughing but looking mortified, groaned, "You guys are the worst!"

Percy patted her on the back with a grin. "Hey, it's not our fault Frank's got the freshest pair of Vomitinos this side of Camp Half-Blood."