A/N: I have officially finished the Slash/Femmslash Boot Camp. Last prompt: wind. I'm accomplished. I think I'll keep this collection incomplete for now and just carry on, adding drabbles to it.

I. Flying Lessons

Percy groans, trying to sit up. A white hot pain floods his body, keeping him immobile.

OoOoO

Three broken ribs, a broken leg, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion is the official diagnosis.

Under his breath, Percy vows he'll never fly again.

II. Persuasion

"I hate flying."

"No, you're afraid of flying," Oliver corrects smugly.

Percy huffs, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm not doing it. That once four years ago was enough, thanks."

Oliver moves closer, kissing a trail up Percy's neck. "Please," he murmurs. "For me."

Percy scowls. He hates that he can't argue when Oliver does this. "Fine."

III. Freedom in Flight

The wind doesn't feel so menacing as it whips against his face. The ground below doesn't look as though it might rise up and shatter his bones to dust.

Oliver is behind him, holding him close and whispering gentle reassurances into his ear, and Percy knows that Oliver will keep him safe.