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Prom

Yeah, so, smut fic's turning into a many-thousand long document. Who knows how long it'll get before I decide to end it, especially with how much I'm enjoying stuffing fluff and sex into it. We'll see. Oh, and Artemis's hairstyle I was kinda thinking of Daenerys's hair. Imagine that sort of style. Or don't, I guess. I can't decide.

"How would you feel about going to a dance with me?"

"What?" Artemis asked, rolling over to look at him in confusion.

"A dance. This is my senior year, I have prom. I'm asking if you'll be my date," Percy explained, a lazy smile curling onto his face. They were both sprawled across Percy's bed, Artemis visiting for the weekend like she usually did. It was eleven at night but it was too annoyingly hot to touch. There really was no excuse for it to be this hot in spring, especially in New York.

"Is this 'prom' a big thing?" Artemis questioned.

"For a normal high schooler, yes," Percy sighed. "For me, less so, but I'd like to try and be normal while there are no wars going on."

"You're dating a goddess, Percy," Artemis pointed out. "That isn't necessarily considered normal."

"You act normal enough. I can pretend you're just my normal, mortal girlfriend."

"That teleports into your apartment."

"Shut up." Percy glanced sideways at her. "So? Will you come?"

"You had said most people disrespect you?" Artemis asked instead.

Percy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Uh, sort of. They don't like me. They consider me 'weak,' partially because I don't really make any friends. Then again, all demigods are usually bullied. Nothing new."

"Then of course," Artemis grinned. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they know not to mess with you. When is it?"

Percy smiled back, intertwining their hand and rolling over to face her. "Next Saturday." Artemis drowsily pressed a messy kiss to his lips before setting her head down mere inches from his own. Percy squeezed her hand in response, watching as she fell before he followed.

/.\

"Thalia, tell me more about this 'prom,'" Artemis asked her lieutenant the next day.

Thalia's face lit up. "Did Percy ask you to be his date?" Artemis nodded and Thalia grinned. "Well, it's this dance that everyone goes to at the end of high school and they'll take their dates there. Usually, a king and queen couple is announced, but since they won't even know you I highly doubt you'll have to worry about that. Everyone dresses up all fancy and just all that sappy romantic shit."

"So I will need a dress then, correct?" Thalia nodded. "I'm assuming you'll help me with that?"

"Of course. You don't know the first thing about dresses or dances, you'll need my help," Thalia smirked.

Artemis looked offended. "I know how to dance!"

"I have no doubt about that," Thalia said, "I mean you don't know anything about high school dances."

"You're right," Artemis admitted, to absolutely no one's surprise. "We'll have to grab a dress in the next few days. Just no makeup."

Thalia, of course, ended up bugging her enough for Artemis to let her put some on. That happens on Saturday, though, and that's not yet come.

/.\

"I can't believe my baby's going to prom!" Sally squealed as Percy stood in the living room with a suit on. It was just a normal white suit with a black jacket and pants and a sea green tie, kindly provided by Poseidon.