Pretty Boys - PJO/HoO One Shots

Pride Month // Hazel

In a reality where Hazel is a little older and is a mortal living in the 21st century. She likes girls too.

"Well, this is a nice change of scenery."

"We're in a holding cell."

"I was being sarcastic." You gave a sidelong look at the girl beside you. The harsh artificial light of the cell contrasted heavily with the darkness of her skin and the molten defiant gold of her eyes. She rolled her eyes, but a tiny smile played on her lips. Accepting the smile, you leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes and refusing to believe the stupid reason why the cops had placed both of you in the cell.

It was probably about 11 at night. You had been driving home, exhausted as one could possibly be, after marching in a Pride parade, eyes barely open and head touching the steering wheel a few times. Slapping yourself awake, you forced your eyes open but narrowed in confusion as you saw tiny yellow specks waddling across the road. What the-

Jamming the breaks as hard as you could, your car swerved and screeched to a halt before the tiny ducklings. You slammed into your door, but ignoring the pain gnawing at your side and the shrieking honks of the cars behind you, you swung the door open and stumbled out into the frosty night. Grazing your elbows as you scrambled forward towards the advancing ducklings, you managed to grab them right before another car sped fast. Pulling them back and cradling them in your arms, the tiny ducklings chirped impatiently and nipped at you to put them down.

"Ouch! Stop, you ungrateful babies! I just saved your life!" Blinking at a car who slowed down before you, lights glaring at you mercilessly. The door opened and closed and before you knew it, a tiny dark girl kneeled down before you. She opened her mouth with uncertainty but you raised your hands, trying to not drop the ducklings, "I don't have any answers." Shutting her mouth in a tight line, she nodded her head and looked around. Cursing again as another duckling bit your finger, she took the ducklings from your hands and set them on the road.

"They're wild ducklings. They don't like being touched," She stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes. "Well, I'm sorry. Not everybody is educated in identifying animals at night." She scowled, but it looked quite different on her face. Very feisty on her baby face. It almost made you laugh. "C'mon, we need to get them across the road."

Minutes later, with the both of your cars obstructing the road, you accompanied the ducklings across the road as furious car drivers blared their horns and sang curses. Without turning their heads back in gratitude once, the ducklings squawked adorably as they hopped off into the darkness. Crossing your arms, you muttered under your breath, "Ungrateful babies." The girl chuckled and you frowned.

"This mysterious stranger can laugh?" She quickly coughed and wiped the smile off her face. "No." You cracked a smile and punched her shoulder. She faked a grimace and grabbed her shoulder. She was about to shove you back when her face was lit by a flurry of red and blue lights accompanied with the wailing sirens of a police car. Seconds later, after throwing your hands in the air in panic, a couple of officers spilled out of the car and chortled when they saw two terrified teenage girls standing on the road with duckling feathers on their jacket. "Good evening, officers. What seems to be the problem?"

"Sorry ladies, we'll have to put you under arrest for the obstruction of traffic," One of them replied regretfully, taking out handcuffs. The shoulders of the girl sunk and she burst out, "But we were saving little ducklings! We've done this nation a great deed!" The officers laughed as they gently turned you around and placed the cuffs loosely on your wrists. "Sorry, the law's the law, ladies." The both of you shared a grumble and got into the car silently, complaining silently with your eyes.

The sounds of rusty metal scraping something snapped you back to reality. You found her watching you silently, the corner of her lips tugging up. "You look funny when you think." You stuck out your tongue and found your shoe at her. She squealed and ducked out of the way, doubling over in laughter. You grinned, she was adorable. "Okay ladies, everything's good. Just gotta fill in the paperwork," The same officer opened the door and she groaned, rubbing her butt. "About damn time."

"You kissed your mother with that mouth?" She turned around, a devious grin on her face. "I kiss a lot of people with this mouth." Your mouth fell open and you felt heat rise to your cheeks unwillingly. This tiny angry ball of fluff wasn't so innocent after all. She winked at you, but before she disappeared down the hallway, you grabbed her arm, her jacket sleeve sliding down. You saw the pride tattoo on her arm and you silently scolded yourself for doing something so stupid. She clearly didn't want to be possibly hurt or oppressed. She looked affronted but you shook your head and smiled. You lifted up your sleeve and there was a rainbow flag across your forearm. "I didn't get your name just now. What was it?"

She pulled her jacket sleeve back up. "Hazel."

"That's a nice name." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. You were terrible at flirting.

"Wanna hear something better?" You looked up for her to continue and she flashed a grin.

"My phone number."

"Gladly."

<A/N> i've never been arrested before so pls don't kill me for not getting cop things right