Hey I'm back I guess. Who knows for how long but I'm gonna churn out a couple of these. Blind and deaf were the most common requests so doing one at a time. This one won't be very angsty, more like daily struggle stuff, and I'm gonna stop with the accidental theme I had of a 'happy ending' including him sort of being 'cured' or whatever. This will take place in a weird halfway point universe that fluff is usually set in where everyone is here and all the conflict is over but nothing new has started. No real plot, just stuff.

The vast majority of the blind population still had some remaining vision. Percy was not in that majority. He'd been born mostly blind, gotten some surgeries that didn't stick, and then eventually his illness had claimed his eyes when he was nine. Almost a decade later, he was pretty much over it. Pretty much. It still made things a little hard sometimes. Like now, for instance.

Percy drew his sword and held it out threateningly, the rest of the team lined up with him for battle. Then there was a gentle hand on his shoulder turning him around to face a different direction. "Oh, thanks." Even with super battle reflexes to tell him where to swing his sword, it was always helpful to at least be aiming towards the enemy. Instead of capture the flag, a couple groups of campers had put together a fun little evening of wandering the forest waiting to get eaten. Percy was already enjoying himself.

It was hard to know what he was going to do before he was actually doing it, but there was nothing quite like that sweet, sweet feeling of slicing through a monster and the soft sound of ugly dust falling to the floor. He spun his sword around when that wave had finished and was met with a few "woah," "hey!" and "watch it!"s.

He snorted. "Watch what, exactly?" He waved a hand in front of his face. Nobody laughed. Their loss.

"Percy." Annabeth approached, sounding a little out of breath. Hot. He turned to her voice.

"Hey! Having fun? Gettin' some good swipes in?" He bounced around excitedly, half miming a boxing fight or something. Even he didn't know. How was he supposed to know what boxers looked like?

She huffed like she'd rolled her eyes, but her voice had a smile in it. "It's a little underwhelming."

"Tell me about it! But it's much safer than actual real-life monster hunting."

She started fixing Percy's shirt while he bounced around. "We could go back to your cabin while everyone is distracted...?"

He grinned impishly. "And miss all the mystical fun of slaughtering little- little- what are we fighting again?"

"Hormones?"

"That's the one!"

They shared a laugh and Percy capped his sword. Annabeth took his arm to lead him and they made it out of the forest with Percy stepping on minimal twigs, but making up for it with stupid comments the whole way back.

He tripped going into his cabin because he'd been talking over Annabeth warning him about the ledge. As usual. She kept him from face planting and he kept talking.

"Ya think we could get some strawberries? Are there any ripe and unpicked? Can we get other food? I'm pretty hungry."

"I didn't bring you away for food," She chided, but was already going to get his cane.

"I know, I know, but a boy's gotta eat!"

"You're 18," she tapped him with the cane and he took it, "you can call yourself a man, now."

He made a face like he was thinking about it for the one second it took to open up the cane, then grinned. "Nahhh."

"We can find some snacks." She touched his elbow to guide him and he held the cane upright just above the floor so he wouldn't trip on anything- again. "Aren't you supposed to have super smell?"

"Yeah! I am! What's up with that!"

She sighed at him and they went to get him something to satiate the black hole in his stomach.

Reunion with the questing crew! If you could call it that. It was more like a monthly hangout day. Leo was showing them some diagram or something. Percy pretended to look and nodded while petting his imaginary goatee. He waited for Leo to finish before being chaotic.

"So, this thing here," he put a finger down on the paper. "Is that combustable or no?"

"The scale? Absolutely. Great question. Ten points to Gryffindor." Leo shoved Percy and he shoved back, but the smaller boy almost fell off the bench.

"Look at Percy, using big words like 'combustable' and 'thing,'" Nico teased and Percy smiled and nodded as if it wasn't meant to be an insult. "Gods, I can't believe I ever had a thing for you."

"I can! I've been told I'm very attractive." The table laughed and Percy felt great. He loved friends. They were so.. friendly!

They continued to chat and joke around until it got dark out. Then Leo suggested a movie.

"Sounds great! I love to watch movies, with my eyes and all." Percy did like movies, but he wasn't about to pass up a blind joke opportunity.

"Oh ha-ha." Hazel smiled.

"Can we watch Finding Nemo? I sold my soul to Disney movies about fish when I was still in the womb."

"Finding Nemo is Pixar," Jason pointed out.

"Irrelevant. Can we?"

"Sure, but only 'cause I already have it stored and everything." Leo started messing with his projector. He only had it because Percy asked almost every time.

They ended up camping out in the Zeus cabin because it smelled less fishy, and they huddled in sleeping bags on mattresses covering the floor while the projector played the movie on a blank wall. Percy scooted into Annabeth's sleeping bag (after making sure it was her) and recited some of the lines with the movie. He also touched the butt.

Life was pretty great.