Percy Jackson One-Shots [Old Writing]

Frazel

This was done by furry_little_problem

This oneshot is from the Percy Jackson fandom it is a frazel one-shot

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*Hazel POV*

It was a chilly California morning in mid-December. I remember it lilke it was yesterday. It had ben three years after the war, and things had changed. I was older, Gaea was gone, Leo had returned. None of us, the seven of the prophecy that is, were together, as we all lived in different places, but I still managed to keep in touch with all of my friends

All except one.

I walked through New ROme, as I did almost every morning. I headed into a shop where I bought myself a coffee andd scone. I headed back outside into the cool winter air. As I walked, I looked back at the shop. Wears ago, I'd had such fond memories of the place. I'd gone there with-

"Oof!" I grunted as I bumped into something.

Or rather, someone.

My faced flushed as I saw the all too familiar face. I'd seen him around of course, but not once, not once since we decided to part ways, had I ever come face to face wiht Frank Zhang.

"I'm sor-" He stopped, realizing who it was. He rubbed the back of his neck, face going red. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. No, we'd lost what we had a long time ago. I'd changed since them. I'd matured, I'd grown, I'd gotten over him.

"Sorry," he finished, voice lowering to a mumble. I studied him. Over the years, he'd been gone so much, with praetor duties and such, that I rearely saw him. He wa taller noe, more muscular. More stripes on his arm. But, looking at him, I could still see the cute dork I'd fallen for all those years ago.

"No," I insisted, failing to a smile. "I'm sorry. My bad, Preator." I almost spat the last word. I was never the bitter type, but I couldn't help but resent Frank's becoming praetor. After all, that's what had lead to us- failing-as a couple. He was always away. We never talked. It just hadn't been worth it.

"That title isn't mine anymore, Leveque." I hear the old hopefulness, the old dorky optimism, in his voice. But the words-what did he mean?

"What?"

"You hearme,"he started."That title no longer blongs to me.. I have resigned as praetor of the twefth legion."

What? Was that even possible? Why would he- why would he do that?

"Wh-wja-?" I could barely get the words out. "Why?"

A long pause. I watched as his eyes fell to the ground, as if his feet had suddenly become interesting. I felt my heart flutter. I noticed his muscles, his height, the close-croppd Roman hair. In all honesty, he hadn't changed very much. I looked at him adn still say the chubby, awkward, lactose intolerant kid who I'd met back here, in this very camp. I remembered all of our adventures together- questing with Percy, defeating Gaea, the blessing of Mars, that ki-

The kisses, the hugs, the utter feelign of love, bliss and happiness. It all came floodign back, feelings I'd forgotten until this moment. I remembered who I used to be- the sweet, innocent daughter of pluto, always positive, always kind, always the little angel.

I hadn't exactly been that girl lately.

I was being cold, bitter, selfish. I was holding a tree-year grudge over a dicision I'd helped to make. I cound;t blame anyone for what had happened between us- between me and Fran. No one but myself.

"Hazel,"Frank's voice bagan, almost a whisper. I felt my heart beat quicken. "I wanted to say-"

Whatever Frank wanted to say, I'd never know. I cut him off by jimping up, pressing my lips to his.

He toppled backwards from the inpact, both of us landing in the dewy grass. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt the strong arms encircle me, grabbing my waist. After what seemed like forever, we broke apart.

"Hazel-"

"No. Frank, I'm really sorry. I-I don't know why I've been like this and I-" I felt tears sting my eyes.

"Sorry," I said, wiping them away and smiling. "I'm rambling. It's just- I've missed you, Frank. I really have. I've been stupid, insufferable, bratty, idio-"

"Don't way that," Frank said, smiling. "You're none of those things. You're smart, funny, sweet- all the things that made me love you all this ti-" He went red. I smiled. All this time. Maybe we'd never really been out of love after all. Mabey we'd just been too blind to see that love that was still there.

"I love you too, Frank." The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. But once they were out, I knew that they were one-hundred percent the truth. These past years hadn't been the same wihtout him there. I loved him, and even if I tried to deny it, I always would.

Our lips met a second tie. I felt warmth in my chest. It had been too long. Now things were fixed. Now everythign was right.

When we broke apart again, I looked into those warm brown eyes. Smiling, I buried my head into his chest, not worrying about the fact that we were lying in the grass, not worring that people were staring, not worrying at all.

On that day, I learned something inportant about love. It could break you. It could torture you. Yet, I still loved, and with all my heart. Despite what had happened, disite all the things that said I shoudn't because throught all the consequences through all the risks love rmains. Love doesn't see risck. It doesn't see lgic. It continues to blossom, again adn again, hearbreak after hearbreak. Beacause love can't see those things. Love is blind.

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