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The daily life of (rich and not so rich) demigods

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“Okay. Five packs of cookies, two orders of leum kleum, a pound of soft caramels, and one batch of coconut pudding.” Pharm set down all the packages on his little counter top. The faces of no less than five big Ares cabin kids lit up. “That will be twenty drachmas.”

“What?! Twenty? Last week it was fifteen!”

“Prices went up.” Pharm said simply. “I had to practically beg the Wild Doctor Gang to buy me ingredients while they were out on their last quest. It cost me extra since Pha is pissed that Kit got bit by something particularly nasty.”

“But you can’t just-”

“Oh… And did I forget to mention…” Pharm smiled and pointed to the side. “That my boyfriend is here today!” The five Ares campers looked to the side to see the second eldest son of Poseidon glaring at them as he casually leaned against the wall. “So…” Pharm smiled a little more cheerfully. “Twenty drachmas?”

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Can opened the door to the Hades cabin and no less than three skeletons came over and bowed to greet him. Can handed over his bag and slipped off his completely worn down sneakers and handed them over as well. The third skeleton lead Can down to the bathrooms where Tin was waiting with a bath drawn in a large black marble tub. 

“I absolutely love your skeleton butlers.” Can announced as he began stripping without a moment’s hesitation. “Like, the absolute best kind of butlers.”

“I bet you say that to all children of Hades,” Tin said dryly. 

“Technically I do because you’re the only one here.”

Tin opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. “You’ve been taking lessons with Kao again, haven’t you.”

“Am I finally too clever for you?!”

“Just get in the tub.”

——

“Beam! Beam, you have to help!” Yo ran into the Apollo cabin and everyone turned to look. Not out of alarm, but mostly because the short son of Aphrodite had that effect on people. 

Beam had already jumped out of his bed. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

“Worse! The Ares cabin kids are trying to hit on Pete again!”

Beam’s expression turned thunderous and his fellow siblings immediately turned away. “How many.”

“Twenty of the newest.”

Beam walked over to a patch of wall by his bunk and tapped it. The wall opened to reveal ten gleaming celestial bronze bows, a quiver, and a shooting glove. Beam slipped on the glove and strapped on the quiver. He ran his hands down his options before selecting the oldest and most worn looking bow.

“It’s been a while since I used you, my pretty songbird,” Beam said to his bow. “How about we teach some Ares boys a lesson?”

Yo’s eye twitched. “You… You’re using that one?”

Beam plucked the string and a beautiful note resounded in the air. Several of the other Apollo cabin mates harmonized with it while humming. “I think we should have some music while teaching. It helps children learn.”

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It was past curfew when Win heard the scratching at the door of the Poseidon cabin. There was only one person it could be. Win ran over, careful not to wake Dean (Pete was out on a quest with Kao), and opened the door to find Team wobbling back and forth.

“Win… Hia… I can’t… I couldn’t…”

“Come.” Win held out a hand and Team took it immediately. “No sleep for the sleepy, no dreams for the dreamer.”

“Hia, please…”

“I’ve got you.” Win pulled Team into his bed and wrapped himself around him. “You’re safe. You’re with me.”

Team closed his eyes and his breathing began to even out. Although the oceans and seas were known for being rough and turbulent, Team knew of no calmer or safer place than Win’s arms.

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“Is… Is Kongpob okay?” Arthit asked as Kao opened the door to the Athena cabin. “I haven’t seen him around for a while…”

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about, Arthit,” Kao said with a smile. “He’s been working on a serious project. But I think he’ll be-”

“It’s finished! Everyone come look!” Another Athena camper shouted. 

The sound of scrambling and feet stomping motivated Arthit to push past Kao and walk deeper into the cabin. All the way at the back, before a surprisingly large loom, Kongpob stood proudly as the rest of his siblings made appreciative noises. It was only once Arthit had managed to get to the front that he recognized what he was seeing.

“This… This is…” Arthit reached out and Kongpob took his wrist and pulled him closer to let him touch the work on the loom. “This is the tapestry I saw on my last quest…”

“Do you like it Arthit?” 

“How did you… When did you?”

“It was tricky… Especially since the original is supposed to be one of Arachne’s… So I had to get over some… Issues.” Kongpob winced. “But if it’s for you, how could I back down?”

“You… You duplicated a tapestry created by the mortal enemy of your mother, for me,” Arthit said faintly.

“Yeah… I did. Do you like it?”

Kongpob was allowed to enjoy Arthit’s look of wonder for another moment before he found himself being hit by the older son of Hephaestus. “You idiot! Why would you work so hard to copy something you hate to even look at!”

“I don’t hate it! It’s just not well documented! I mean, it’s useful that at least Arachne made a website for her designs during the last war against the gods-”

“You dummy! You idiot! You… You…” Arthit had stopped punching Kongpob’s arm. “You locked yourself away for more than a month for this!”

Kongpob looked up and smiled. “So… does this mean you missed me?”

“I thought you were sick and dying!”

“No… Just lovesick.” The entire Athena cabin and Arthit were torn between cooing and gagging.

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“Ae… This is Pearl,” Pete said as he lead Ae to a particular stall in the pegasi stables. “Mom gave her to me as a tenth birthday present.” Pearl stuck her head out and Pete pet her fondly. “I hope you two get along well.” 

Ae made eye contact with Pearl, who seemed to regard him carefully. After a few sniffs and an offering of several sugar cubes, Pearl allowed Ae to pet her. Although the initial static shock was regrettable, Pearl seemed to get over her initial distrust quickly. Especially since Ae was the son of the god of the skies.

“She’s very nice,” Ae said softly. “You’re very lucky to have her.”

“I’m lucky to have you too,” Pete said before kissing Ae on the cheek. Pearl whinnied in protest. “Oh, hush you. Are you going to go tattle on me to mom?” Pearl winked and Pete frowned. “If you tell mom, I’m going to stop giving you those special apples you like that Pharm can grow!” Pearl whinnied in protest, but ended up huffing and avoiding eye contact. “Thank you. I’ll bring you two tomorrow.”

“You really have an interesting relationship with your pegasus.” Ae blinked. “She’s more like your sister.”

“She certainly thinks she’s my mom. I know that.” Pete scrunched up his face, but Ae pinched his cheeks to get him to stop. “Come on, I want to show you off to my siblings next. They’ll love you!”

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“Didn’t Forth tell you not to try making me a magical bow that can also turn into a multi-tool?” Kit said as he cleaned the burns on Ming’s arms. “Even Kao said you didn’t get the mechanics right.”

“But Kitkat, you’ve been wanting your own special bow for a while now! One that collapses into a multi-tool would be so perfect for you!” Ming gave Kit a pout. “Is it really my fault that the thing blew up while I was trying to put in a corkscrew to be a wine bottle opener?”

“Yes.” Kit dabbed disinfectant on one of the burns a little harder than he normally would, making Ming hiss. “Yes, it is.”

“Na… Kitkat… Just kiss my burns better…” Ming continued to pout, but made his eyes as wide as possible. “Please?”

Kit sighed before muttering a prayer and kissing the largest burn on Ming’s arm. The was a brief glow under Kit’s lips and the burn shrank under the advance of fresh and new skin until it disappeared. Kit repeated the process on several other large burns. Ming’s smile became bright enough to rival Kit’s father, Apollo.

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As the entire Hermes cabin waits for their turn in the arena for sword practice, Can watches the lone Son of Hades. Tin moves with a brutal efficiency, whatever he needs to dispatch the living to the realm of his father. The cold glint of Stygian Iron leaves a trail of frost in its wake, glittering and ephemeral.

Sighing to himself, Can sets down his borrowed sword and walks over.

“Tin, aren’t you bored of practicing by yourself?” Tin barely waves Can off before continuing. “When was the last time we had a spar?”

“Depends. When was the last time you said I wasn’t allowed to touch you for a week?”

Can’s face turns just a bit red and Tin smirks. “THAT TIME WAS JUSTIFIED!”

“So?”

“So, I’m bored.” Can draws his dagger, a foot long blade of celestial bronze. “Entertain me.”

Tin huffs and stops short on the next thrust of his blade. The entire Hermes cabin perks up with interest. It’s not often that they get to see Tin and Can sparring, the two more interested in their own private affairs in the darkness of the Hades cabin.

“You promise not to be upset if you lose, baby?”

“If I lose.” Can twirls his dagger between his quick fingers and Tin licks his lips. “And if I win?”

“Back massage.”

“Shit. Yes.”

Can rolls his shoulders and steps into the center of the ring. Tin follows behind and the two face off. Tin’s gaze is cool while Can smiles. A breeze passes, ruffling their hair for a moment. And then suddenly Can is upon Tin.

Can’s dagger moves lightning fast and the sharp clang of it clashing with Tin’s sword rings out. Can’s lips twitch as Tin’s movements are not the blunt and efficient swipes and stabs he had been using moments ago. Now, Tin is graceful, each move flows into the next, like a dance that only Can knows how to insert himself into. With such an invitation, how could he refuse?

After Tin’s next swing goes wide, Can moves in, closing the distance Tin’s sword provides as an advantage. But it’s too late when Can notices the quirk of Tin’s lips before he’s kicked back. Can catches himself before charging in again. Tin’s arm is already moving when Can rushes past.

Tin stands still and after a beat, his breastplate falls off, straps sliced clean through. The entire Hermes cabin cheers and Can turns around, smile wide. “I win!”

Tin points at Can’s shirt. “Are you sure about that?” Everyone watches as Can’s shirt falls off into taters. Can pouts.

“That was my favorite! I wore it on my first quest!”

“Looks like a draw, Cantaloupe.” Tin smirks, but it is a near thing. Can knows the only thing stopping Tin from smiling is the gaze of all Can’s siblings.

“Styx, could you both not use the arena for foreplay?” Kit complains as he walks past, Ming not far behind if the yelling is any indication. “There are young demigods that will think this is normal romantic behavior.”

Tin ignores him while Can screeches indignantly. Snacks and money exchange hands in the stands before Tin pulls Can away.

It’s time for Hades cabin free time now anyway. And he’d be doing Hermes cabin a favor by giving Can a chance to cool off.

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Saifah watched Zon as he walked along the Long Island Sound with some of the demigods of Camp Half Blood. The Son of Mercury appeared to have been taken under the wing of two Sons of Aphrodite, Pete and Yo as they had introduced themselves. And if anyone asked, Saifah was watching purely as a security concern for a fellow member of Camp Jupiter. 

(The less said about the outburst Saifah had had after seeing Pete for the first time and finding out that he was related to Tutor, the better.)

Zon appeared to be in one of his overthinking moods as the other two talked at him more than talking with him.

“Is it really so hard to talk about,” Pete asked as he picked up a rather pretty seashell. “You feel it in your heart, don’t you?”

“It can’t really be… It’s so…”

“So what,” Yo asked.

“So cliche.” Zon picked up his own shell and threw it back into the water. “I swear it’s a curse from my sister.”

“Do you think we should talk to Can about it? He’s surprisingly good at curses for not being a Son of Apollo,” Pete said as he picked up another shell.

“Ugh, please don’t mention Sons of Apollo.” Zon made a face. Saifah, as one Son of Apollo, also made a face. 

“It’s not like I’ve been that bad…” Saifah muttered as memories of how he wasn’t exactly that great at getting Zon’s attention came to mind.

“Well you have to talk about it some how. Or you’ll never feel any better.” Yo sat down in the sand and patted the spot next to him. “Come. I’ve got an idea.” Zon sat down and Pete sat down on the other side. “When you think of him-”

“I didn’t say-”

“Shh!” Yo pinched Zon’s lips shut and Saifah felt his hand twitch as if he could smack the hand away from Zon’s lips from so far away. “No resisting! This is the problem! This is why you overthink!” Yo released Zon’s lips and Pete pat Zon on the head.

“Just think of whoever it is. And then sing the song that comes to mind,” Pete said. ”That’s plenty for a first step”

“Give it a try,” Yo said with a nod. 

Zon frowned, but closed his eyes. The three boys sat in silence for a minute before Zon’s mouth opened.

“No chance no way I won’t say it, no no…”

Pete smiled and sang along. “You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh.”

“It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love,” Zon looked to the setting sun and Saifah watched the light play across his face. “I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out.” Zon turned back to look at the ground. “My head is screaming, ‘Get a grip boy! Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out!’“ Zon’s voice faded to a whisper, but Saifah could read his lips. “No chance no way I won’t say it, no no. 

“At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love…  “

“Well… Now that was very informative.” Yo and Pete both put an arm around Zon and pulled themselves closer. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it out loud yet. But you should acknowledge it,” Pete said. 

“Accepting your feelings is the first step to either getting what you want, or getting over it,” Yo said in agreement.

“But what if… What if it isn’t real?”

“Even if it’s not ‘real,’ you got something from that love. It will be a lesson and a memory you carry forever,” Pete said as he rubbed Zon’s back. “But I think… These feelings are more real than you think.” Saifah paled as Pete looked right at him. It was in that moment that Saifah realized just how Pete and Tutor might remotely be related, beyond their godly mother. “And that goes both ways.”

Saifah slowly backed away, resolving to let them finish their talk. 

At least until Pete stopped staring at his exact location. 

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Kit pulls his bowstring taught, Pha and Beam alongside him as they aim for the targets more than fifty meters away. It is an easy enough target, practically a warm-up for any child of Apollo.

“Kit!” 

At the sound of Ming yelling, Kit’s shot goes wide and the entire cabin practicing with him winces. Ming’s yelling has a particular reputation among children of Apollo for it’s lack of ability to ever be in tune. 

(How a Son of Hephaestus that can keep so many weapons and machines in tune can’t tune his voice is a question no one can solve.)

"Kit! Do you have time today?! Let’s go climb the rock wall together!” Ming bounds up to Kit smelling of burning coal and welding bronze. Kit almost hates it.

Almost.

(And it would have to be almost. Because Kit knows the smell of Ming like the back of his hand. Has learned it so many times over and over in the nights spent in either of their cabins or days wandering the forests and beach. It’s a part of Ming. And Kit, unfortunately, loves Ming in his entirety.)

“Idiot, don’t you see I’m doing archery with my cabin right now,” Kit hisses.

“Oh, it’s okay. Kit is overdue for a break,” Pha says as he takes Kit’s bow from his hands despite them only just starting. “Go with Ming.”

Kit snarls at Pha, but Pha and the rest of his siblings give Kit hopeful looks, knowing they will get no practice done so long as his boyfriend is being disruptive. 

Kit only sighs and Ming grabs his wrist. “Thanks, Pha! I’ll bring him back in one piece,” Ming says before dragging Kit away.

Ming’s grip is a bit rough from callouses, but his touch is gentle. And yet Kit frowns, feeling the heat radiating off of the younger boy.

Kit knows the warmth of the sun. He feels it simmer under his skin in daylight hours as his father soars across the sky. He can almost see it’s ebb and flow in the infirmary when he heals his fellow campers. And at night, Kit knows it fades as the moon rises.

But for some reason, it pales in comparison to the heat of the forge and flame in Ming’s touch. So bright and hot in the sticky summer sun that Kit wants to wrench his arm away. 

And yet he doesn’t.

Because Ming, for all his heat and volume and brightness will never burn him. Kit knows that much. 

“I’m so happy, it’s a date with my Kitkat.” Kit winces because it has been a while since their last proper date. “So I’m going to make the most of it! Afterwards, let’s go to Pharm’s snack bar! I heard he made some really good new recipes today!”

“Ming...” The words Kit should say get stuck in Kit’s throat. Words about saying sorry for being negligent. Words of reassurance. Words of kindness and love and devotion. 

Words should not be so hard for a Son of Apollo, a god of song and poetry. And yet Kit always finds himself tongue-tied when it comes to Ming. 

“You’d better not pick the hardest setting today,” is all Kit says at last.

“Aww... I love you too, Kitkat,” Ming replies as he continues to lead the way. 

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“Tor!” Pete ran to catch up to his twin. At least, the word twin was used in the loosest sense. 

Pete was born of Aphrodite, a passionate love with beauty and grace. Tor was born of Venus, no less passionate or loving, but a passion that could drive men to war. Their father had attracted both aspects of the goddess at once. Handsome and charming, but cunning, dignified, orderly, and ruthless.

Both bore him a son and so one lived in Camp Half Blood and the other in Camp Jupiter.

There, the similarities ended. And there the arguments began. No matter how much they loved each other.

“You don’t get to talk to me about fighting for what I want,” Tutor said sharply while crossing his arms. “Not when everything has always been handed to you!”

“That’s because I ask for it.” Pete crossed his arms as well. 

Had anyone passed by, they would see twisted mirror images. One soft and comfortable in his skin with a spine of steel. The other rigid and rough, eyes ready for war, even if his still soft heart was born to love.

“You’ve had the luxury to ask. I’ve had to take,” Tutor said with a frown. “I’ve fought for everything at Camp Jupiter. I refuse to let it all go just because of a dumb boy!”

“And what would you lose?” Pete gestured to all of Tutor. “Tor, you are a general in the legion. The first Son of Venus to be so. Who would challenge you just because you might like-”

“Stop! Don’t you say it!”

“-Fighter.”

“Gods damn it.” Tutor pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you always like this?”

“Because I don’t think it weak to acknowledge my emotions!” Pete stomped his foot and for a second, Tutor saw a glow around his twin. “Now, you want to tell me why you’re afraid.”

Pete’s words echoed around them in their corner of the woods around Camp Jupiter. The power of Pete’s charmspeak was hard to deny, but Tutor bit his tongue and the pain gave him an edge. “No!”

“Tor…” Pete sighed and sat down on a log. “Emotions and love, our understanding of them, are gifts from mother. To deny them is to deny half your heritage.”

“It’s a heritage that’s done me no favors.” Tutor reluctantly sat next to Pete. “Every single one of them has thought I wouldn’t make it in the legion just because I’m a child of Venus, that I’d be rank and file. If I… If they find out I like Fighter…”

“What? Could a praetor demote you for being human enough to love?”

“Of course not!”

“So how would you lose?” Pete picked at the bark near his hands. “Would you lose your status? Or would you lose your pride?” Pete’s eyes softened as he took in the stiff profile of Tutor. “Would you be ashamed that you fell in love with the guy that antagonized you ever since you came to camp?” The tell tale red that crept up Tutor’s cheeks was answer enough. Pete smiled. “Understood then.”

“You don’t understand a damn thing!”

“I understand more than you want me to admit, Tor.” Pete stood up and dusted off his shorts. “Well, I’ll head back first then. And don’t worry, I won’t say a thing to Fighter.” Pete winked. “Yet!” Pete ran off and Tutor groaned before running after him.

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Tutor grunts as he stabs another monster straight through the gut with his imperial gold short sword before cursing every prophecy, augury, and oracle he’s ever met. What should have been a visit to Camp Half Blood just to see Pete had turned into a quest for Aphrodite to get her a limited restock of Circe’s collaboration eye shadow pallet. The twins had set off, but were ultimately followed by two more.

In the corner of his eye, Tutor sees Pete’s boyfriend, Ae, making his own way through the crowd that had ambushed them. Cold lightning follows the tip of his sword, as befitting of a Son of Zeus. His movements are brutal, but his style is chaotic, typical of Greek heroes.

On his other side, Tutor hears the clamor of Fighter’s sword and shield with an underlying clicking and whirring from the gears and mechanisms contained within, as also befits a Son of Vulcan. Why he chose to follow, Tutor leaves out of his considerations, unwilling to think of the implications. 

The one left unaccounted for was Pete. 

Tutor scans the surrounding area for cover, sure that his twin was probably hiding while the rest fought. The softness of Pete’s body held no real muscle and Pete himself had not drawn a weapon when combat began. 

And yet, Tutor finds Pete in the thick of things, monsters rising and falling in his wake.

The glow of charmspeak around him, Pete dances between blows and bodies, the exertion making him look as lively and beautiful as ever. And when a monster’s guard is down, Pete lays his hand on their bodies and whispers.

It is always something different. A call for jealousy. A call for sleep eternal. A call for something far more violent and fatal. But Pete was not denied anything he requested, and in that way, Pete’s kill count rose. 

With everything said and done, Ae runs over and checks Pete thoroughly. Not a scratch to be found, not a hair out of place. 

“Good job, Koon Chai.” Ae pinches Pete’s cheek and Tutor frowns and rubs his own while Pete preens under the attention.

Later, as they all prepare to make camp, Tutor pulls Ae aside.

“Why didn’t you just keep Pete behind you,” Tutor asks. “Should you really be letting him fight like this?”

Ae raises an eyebrow. “Of all the people to complain about how Pete handles himself during a fight, I didn’t expect it to be you.”

“What he’s doing is dangerous.”

“It’s his answer,” Ae says as he crosses his arms. “I want to protect Pete. Pete wants to protect me.” Ae shrugs. “It works.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll die?”

Ae glares up at Tutor. “Of course I’m afraid. I’m afraid every moment I’m not by his side to take care of him. But he’s learned a bit about how to take care of himself. And why should I deny him that?” The smell of ozone is suddenly sharp in the air and Tutor feels the hair on his arms stand up on end. “And if someone does hurt him, it’ll be the last thing they do.” Ae huffs and the charge in the air dissipates. “But he always comes back just fine, not a hair out of place. He’d be upset if there was one.”

“Now that sounds like Pete.”

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Pha kicked back one cyclops before shooting another two in the face. Yo had been knocked out trying to save the captain of the ferry boat by a lucky hit to the head. Pha had repaid them three fold, but the damage was done and Pha and Yo were stuck behind enemy lines. Ming and Kit fared no better, forced into a corner on the deck below. Deeper still in the engine room, Forth fought to keep the boat going in the aftermath of a crude explosive while Beam gave him cover. 

Shooting down another cyclops, Pha looked behind him to see the green cast on Yo’s fair skin. If he didn’t receive treatment soon, problems would start to arise. 

Pha lamented the loss of ground as he took a few steps back to get closer to Yo, but he’d rather lose ground than lose the love of his life. Two more monsters fell to Pha’s bow and arrows before Pha made it to Yo’s side. 

Or at least, where Yo was supposed to be. 

There was nothing but a sticky trail of blood and a pool of vomit left. 

“Yo! Yo, where-” Pha whipped his head around to spot the shorter boy, but it took a moment before he realized that Yo had gotten into the main control cabin. Through the glass, Pha could see his glassy eyes and heavy breathing. “Concussion. Potentially severe. Lack of focus, heavy breathing…” Yo began to flail about, hitting a multitude of buttons until the PA system crackled to life. “Uncoordinated… Shit… Yo! Don’t hurt yourself further!”

“S-Sing…” Yo slurred out. 

There was a click and a whir before what sounded like gunshots resounded from Ming’s position. Several cyclopes fell before him, the muzzle forged into the fuller of Ming’s sword smoked as the the gap was quickly filled. “Yo! What are you doing?!”

Yo didn’t seem to hear any of them. He closed his eyes, pounded a fist against his chest and then the console before trying again.

“Sing… a song… of the stars at night
Sing them to sleep…
Sweet child of Aphrodite…”

Yo’s voice was shaky at best and the quality of the PA system did no service with the crackling interference. But the monsters began to slow and stumble, turning their heads towards the speakers.

“Sing high, sing low…
Sing soft and slow
Further and further
Fall deep into my charm
Sing my friends away from harm

Sing a song of the stars at night
Sing them to sleep
Sweet child of Aphrodite…”

As Yo continued singing, the glow of charmspeak flickered to life. His voice grew stronger and Pha found himself unable to look away.

“Where, oh where
Do the monsters sleep?
Sinking and dreaming beneath my feet
Lost in Tartarus
May they all weep

Sing a song of the stars at night
Sing them to sleep
Sweet child of Aphrodite…”

Yo suddenly coughed and the cyclopes began to shake their heads. Pha began firing into the crowd of them as fast as he dared. Judging by the sound of twanging bowstrings, Kit had the same idea. After another coughing fit, Yo recovered, his voice as powerful as ever.

“Sing high, sing low
Sing soft and slow
Further and further
Fall deep into my charm
Sing my friends away from harm!

This swamp of dreams is now your home
Sleep well
Sleep quiet
Sleep all alone!”

Yo nearly all but shouted the last words, causing all the cyclopes to fall around them. Even Pha found one knee a bit weak. 

“Got you,” Yo whispered into the microphone before falling over.

“Yo!” Drawing a short sword, Pha sliced open every cyclopes around him, turning them to sulfur and dust before running into the cabin for Yo. Cradling Yo’s head, Pha pulled out a flask and held it to Yo’s lips. “Drink. Come on, you have to drink…” Pha whispered. 

A small trickle of nectar dribbled out of Yo’s mouth, but Pha sighed as Yo’s throat began to work to swallow. With gentle fingers, Pha searched Yo’s head for the initial wound. At the touch of tacky blood and matted hair, Pha prayed, feeling the warmth under his skin spread into Yo’s body. Yo’s breathing became less shallow and color returned to his face.  

“Pha!” Forth and Beam burst into the cabin. “Is Yo alright?” Beam knelt down by Pha as Forth went out to help Ming and Kit finish off the remaining sleeping monsters. “Let me help.” Beam put his hands over Pha’s and also prayed. The glow under Pha’s hands grew stronger and Yo’s eyes finally opened.

“Pha? Beam?” Yo winced as he sat up with their help. “Did we win?” 

Pha pulled Yo tight against his body. “We did… We won… You are so amazing…” Pha whispered against the crown of Yo’s head. “Now please don’t charmspeak with a concussion ever again.”

 

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“I’m sure you’re all curious why I’ve gathered you here today,” Pete said as Yo set down a tray laden with snacks and tea.

“Not really,” Kao said as he picked up a dainty teacup. Kongpob did the same. “You’re obviously fishing for details about our love lives.”

“Oh? Is this literal tea time? Okay so I may have accidentally fucked up,” Win said as he reached for a scone. Pete gently tapped his hand.

“Scones are for good boys. If you fucked up, you don’t get scones,” Pete chided.

“Fuck.”

Pharm smiled and placed one in Win’s hand anyway. “Tell us what’s wrong.”

“I don’t understand how Win messes up all the time with Team,” Ming whined. “I need the help more. Kitkat refused my newest magic bow I made for him.”

“You literally made it unusable,” Forth said as he bit into a cookie. “I told you trying to make a laser sight with those materials was going to potentially be a problem.”

“But it would have been really cool!”

“Okay, but why am I here?” Tutor said as he crossed his arms.

“Because you’re emotionally constipated despite being a Son of Venus,” Saifah replied while holding up his teacup. “More tea please!”

“We have a separate session planned just for Tutor,” Yo said as he refilled the cup. “Don’t tell me we need to have a special one just for you, Saifah.”

“Of course not! I’m not messing up nearly as badly as these other guys.”

“I literally saw Zon running away from you, Saifah,” said Kongpob. 

“Okay, but that was because I was covered in goo from some messed up potion. Not because he doesn’t love me.”

“Debatable,” scoffed Tutor. “I saw genuine panic in his eyes.”

“And what do you know about genuine panic?” Saifah grinned. “Is it what you think is going on when you look in the mirror while thinking about Fighter?”

Tutor lunged for Saifah but was shoved back into his seat by Pete. “Enough of that. We’re all here to make sure things go smoothly.” Pete turned to Can. “Except for Can who’s just here for the food.”

“It’s really good food though,” Can said as he paused in stuffing his face. “Pharm gets better and better every week.”

“Can really doesn’t know that letting him stuff his face is how they get him to talk,” Kao asked Kongpob.

“He hasn’t realized it at all. It’s why he has his own tray of snacks.”

“These kids are too sneaky these days.”

“Okay but is anyone going to help me apologize to Team for making him think the horses and pegasi are talking about him behind his back or not,” Win complained loudly.

The entire group froze and Pete turned to Win slowly. Win immediately plastered a stiff smile on his face. “You. Did. What?”

“Uhh… I just thought it would be funny…”

“Team is chronically sleep deprived and filled with anxiety,” Yo said while pointing at Win with the cake knife. “And you honestly thought that would be funny?”

“Yes?”

“We need something stronger than tea,” Pete declared. “Yo, get the tequila.”

Kao stared mournfully into his tea. “But I hate tequila.”

“That’s not what I remember last time-”

“KONGPOB SHUT UP!”

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After Dean meets Pharm and tries his desserts, whenever he eats ambrosia, it always tastes like Pharm’s cooking.

Of course, when Team eats ambrosia, it tastes like Lays.

Can likes being the fastest of all the claimed sons of Hermes, even without magical shoes.

Tin takes full advantage of having skeletal servants and the entire Hades cabin all to himself. (He’s lucky Can likes it because horror movies.)

Ming and Forth are like, “We want to make the thing because IT WOULD BE COOL.” Truly, they are sons of Hephaestus. Kao and Kong take one look at it and ask, “But why?” (The reason why is because if they get hurt, they can go see their baes in the infirmary and make sad puppy eyes until they heal them.)

Pete and Yo are considered to be the cutest boys in Aphrodite cabin. (Yo is actually also considered the most battle-ready boy in Aphrodite cabin. We won’t talk about why, but it involves a celestial bronze dagger and a Son of Ares that didn’t know how to take NO for an answer when asking Pete on a date.)

Ae is relatively new to Camp and thus hasn’t accumulated a wealth of magic items, etc. Not that he cares. He’d sooner punch a monster’s face in than rely on some hokey magic stick.

The motto of a doctor is usually, “Do no harm.” The motto of the Apollo born Wild Doctors is, “Take two arrows to the face and don’t call me in the morning.” Unless it’s Yo. In which case Pha says, “WHY DIDN’T YOU IRIS MESSAGE ME LAST NIGHT? I MISSED YOU BBY.”

Pharm runs a secret snack shop out of the back of the camp store. He’s rolling in drachmas and cash. Dean would be jealous if he wasn’t getting “Secret Deliveries” during his canoe activity time. 

The last time Ming called Kit “Kitty,” Kit cursed him with only being able to meow for a week. Ming annoyed Kit so bad by howling like a tomcat that wanted to bang that Kit undid the curse after a day.

Beam has an ASSORTMENT of magical celestial bronze bows with all sorts of contraptions, a magic quiver that gives him any sort of arrow he can think of (within reason), and a shooting glove that unfolds into a shield. Because Forth doesn’t know the meaning of the word, “restraint.” Apollo would be annoyed that a son of his is getting more tricked out than he is if he didn’t have a direct link to Hephaestus himself. (Hephaestus has contemplated asking Forth for his blueprints. Just once.)

Kongpob doesn’t usually weave, but weaving is in the blood of any Child of Athena and once he heard that Arthit had once seen a very beautiful tapestry on a quest once, Kongpob spent a month researching it and trying to duplicate it. Arthit yelled at him over it, but still keeps it in a special chest by his bunk. If anyone looks at it funny, they get a magic sword to the face.

Ae has literally forgotten what he was going to do, staring into Pete’s eyes, just watching them shift and change color as Aphrodite’s do.

Kao invented a chip to stick into cellphones so that demigods could actually use them without attracting every monster in a five mile radius. Unfortunately, Pete took the prototype, used it on his phone, and promptly ended up staying underwater for five hours, messing the chip up. Kao didn’t talk to him for a month, no matter how many times Pete said sorry. (Or how many piles of Kao’s favorite fish he left outside the Athena cabin. That was a particularly bad move.)

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Beam stared at the bow awkwardly. It wasn’t the first time Forth had tried to gift him something in the span of their relatively new courtship, but the bow was surprisingly… plain. Aside from the lovely metalwork in the bronze, Beam couldn’t understand why Forth was particularly proud.

“So… is it just a bow?” Beam held it properly and judged the weight before practicing drawing the string. The draw weight was just right for Beam’s preferred rate of fire, powerful enough to pack a punch but not so hard to pull back that it would delay Beam’s firing speed. “It works pretty well.”

“That’s not all!” Forth handed Beam an arrow. “Hold it with a full grip and fire the arrow.”

Beam raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. At the release of the arrow, the bowstring let off a low note, almost akin to the sound of a guitar. “What?”

“Ah! It works!” Forth smiled. “Now try shooting it while only holding the bow with your middle and ring fingers.”

“That’s incredibly impractical.”

“Just try it!”

Forth handed Beam another arrow and Beam did as he was told. Surprisingly, the bow was just as easy to pull as before and Beam released the arrow. This time, a higher note resounded in the air. 

“It… It’s playing music?”

“Not exactly. But I made it so depending on the position of your fingers on the bow, it plays different notes.” Forth smiled. “I call it the Songbird.”

“Do I have to fire an arrow to make it make a sound?”

“You can pluck the string and it should still work.”

Beam changed his grip and gently plucked the bowstring and a pleasant note rang through the air. “It really is like a songbird.” Beam blinked and rapidly plucked the string while changing his grip and before long a small tune emerged. “That’s… actually cute.”

“A cute bow for my cutest archer,” Forth said while wiggling his eyebrows. He missed the frown on Beam’s face.

“Are you asking me to play you a song, Forth?” Beam asked while reaching for his quiver. 

“What song will you play me?”

Beam notched an arrow and pulled back the string before aiming at Forth. “A melody of war.”

Forth’s smile turned just a bit awkward. “I was hoping for a love song.”

Beam’s smile turned sharp. “It can be one if you survive.”

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“Why do you stare at them?” Can asked one day as he and Tin sat on the docks while Dean tried to teach Pharm how to row the canoe properly. “Aren’t I enough for you?”

“Don’t be silly. Of course you are.” And in one of the rarest moments of PDA, Tin kissed the crown of Can’s head. “See?”

“I don’t see. What are you seeing if you keep staring at them like that?”

“The past and the present.”

Tin fell silent as he watched Dean and Pharm. The faintest wisp of ghostly forms lingered over their shoulders in broad daylight. It wasn’t a haunting or a possession, but something deeper, something sadder. The ghosts looked young, not much older at all than Dean or Pharm. And although they don’t seem to be able to acknowledge each other, they were content to watch as Dean and Pharm made eyes at each other. The shorter one sighed as Dean put his hands over Pharm’s to show him how to row. The taller one laughed at Pharm’s red cheeks and nervous smile. Both wore Camp Half Blood t-shirts. 

To do the right thing, Tin should call up Thanatos or deal with them himself to return them to Hades properly. The dead should not linger.

But Tin could see the two ghosts were too weak to do anything but stare at the couple just like Tin. The only thing they seemed to desire was fulfillment. And if watching after Dean and Pharm will allow them to move on, then Tin will not say anything. 

Can followed Tin’s gaze for another few minutes before the silence got to him. “I don’t get it,” Can said as he crawled into Tin’s lap. Tin allowed it, only glaring at the dryads and nymphs that had started cooing at them. “What past and present?”

“A shadow that yearns for that which it cannot have. A love that sighs, for they can no longer speak each other’s names.”

“Now you’re just being obtuse!”

Tin twisted his lips into a wry smile. “How about I just buy you some cookies instead when Pharm’s done with his lesson?”

“Hmph.” Can pouted and crossed his arms. “I want the really fancy ones. With jam in the middle.”

“Okay, how about one big linzer tart?”

“Five.”

“Three. Don’t forget you have sword practice today and if you keep getting sugar all over the practice swords, you’ll get in trouble.”

“Four, and you eat one with me.” Can widened his eyes and set his lips into a pout. “Pleaaaaaaase?”

Tin sighed and looked out at the ghosts, their forms flickering in and out as Dean and Pharm splashed each other. “Okay, four.”

“Yes! Now let’s go run some laps until they’re done so we have an excuse to eat them all!” 

Can laughed as he got up and pulled Tin to his feet. Tin moved to walk away, but the ghosts seemed to finally acknowledge him. They bowed before continuing their vigil. Tin only tilted his head in acknowledgement, which seemed to be enough for them. 

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Kongpob regretted very few things in his short demigod life. But few things compared to taking a wrong turn into an alley with a dead end around his own neighborhood. Especially with a herd of telchines chasing after him down the Hamptons. 

“Aren’t you guys a little far from home?” Kongpob asked as he sliced one into dust as it jumped at him. “Looking for work in this Titan-less economy?”

“The Son of Athena is being rather mouthy,” the lead one said as it waddled into view. “Maybe we should break his jaw.”

Kongpob raised his sword. “Come and try it.”

“Actually, don’t you dare.” The telchines and Kongpob looked up to see Arthit, holding an oddly shaped bronze top in his hands. “You’re on demigod turf, telchine. You sure you want to start a fight with us?”

“Arthit! When did you get here?!”

“Son of Hephaestus, do you think you can take on so many of us on your own?”

“Who says I’m on my own?” Arthit clipped the top to some sort of launching device. “Defend us, Draciel!” Arthit pulled the ripcord and the top went flying. The telchines jumped away, but then moved closer to investigate the strange bronze toy. 

“A toy to defend you?” The telchines started barking in laughter. Even Kongpob raised an eyebrow. Usually Arthit’s works were more successful. 

“Draciel, you lazy bum. Wake up!” At last a clicking sound emerged from the top as it continued spinning and unfolding until it became a giant mechanical turtle. “Charge them!” The turtle automaton finally obliged, ramming it’s celestial bronze body, lined with spikes and spinning at high speed, into the telchines, which all yelped and cried. “What are you waiting for, Kong?” Arthit pulled out his spear. “An invitation?”

Kongpob smiled. “I knew you were a nerd, Arthit, but Beyblades?”

Arthit threateningly pulled out another top. “Do you want me to sic Dranzer on you?”

Kongpob immediately turned back to the telchines. “Charge!”

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Saifah smiled as Zon started to walk towards him after reporting about his quest. However, before he could hug and kiss his boyfriend, Can swooped in and snatched Zon away.

“Sorry! Need to have a talk with the sibling, you know how it is. Bye!”

Saifah blinked, Can’s rush of words still processing along with the sudden absence of Zon. “But I didn’t even get to say welcome back yet!”

Zon crossed his arms as Can finally set him down a small distance away. “Explain yourself.”

“Na na, don’t be so upset. You’re not really older than me anyway!” Can pouted and Zon stuck his tongue out at him. “This usually works. Why isn’t the pout working on you?”

“I’m not your boyfriend. Why would it work on me?”

“Because I’m Can, duh.” Zon thought about that for a moment. 

“Okay, you might have a point. But what did you want?”

“You’re a Son of Mercury, but you can do words, right?”

“What.”

“Words. You know, like you can actually make a sentence that makes sense.”

“Can, everyone can make sentences that make sense. I’m pretty sure it’s just you that has a problem.” Can pouted again and Zon rolled his eyes. Maybe he was getting affected. “Okay, so words? What’s your problem with words?”

“How do I… Tin always writes me really nice poems for when I get back from quests.” Can offered a slip of paper and Zon read it. The poem was surprisingly emotional and vivid. Zon hadn’t gotten to know the cold Son of Hades too well, but it was amazing to see how deep the currents ran. “Could you… help me write one for him? He’s away on a quest right now so I want to surprise him.”

Zon sighed: “Okay. One poem. And then you promise not to snatch me away from Saifah like that again.”

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“Toss your sword over, Child of Hades, or he dies.” The talons of Medusa’s sister Euryale scratched a thin line across Can’s neck. Can didn’t wince and looked more likely to start yelling if his carotid arteries weren’t on the line. “What are you waiting for?”

“Maybe he’s waiting for noon! Sweet Italian sausages on sale, 50% off from noon until three!” Stheno declared. At that, Can seemed to perk up in interest. 

Tin inhaled, exhaled, and threw his sword. The Stygian iron blade tumbled through the air in a graceful arc and stuck itself into the ground right in front of Stheno. 

“Now let him go,” Tin said plainly. 

“So easy? I thought I heard you were a tough bargainer, Child of Hades.” Euryale laughed. “How will you save your little friend now?”

“Friend? Don’t be mistaken.” Tin crossed his arms and started tapping his foot, as if he was impatient. “And I don’t need a weapon to save him either.”

“Tin! Now’s not the time to be a jackass!” Can called out. Stheno gagged him with a stack of dry crackers.

“Then humor me,” Euryale said. “What is he that you’d so easily toss your sword?”

Tin shrugged. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Well, how can I let him go knowing that?” Euryale turned back to Can, almost salivating. “I don’t particularly have a taste for demigod flesh, but I wouldn’t mind a nibble if you’re the lover of the Child of Hades...”

Euryale moved in for a bite, the snakes in her hair hissing in a frenzy, but suddenly her head jerked backwards. The snakes all attacked the hand that held her, but found themselves biting bone. Stheno also suddenly found herself surrounded by skeletons and tried to fend them off with her sample tray.

“I also don’t need my sword, because I have an army.” Tin gestured dramatically in a wide arc as more skeletons dug themselves up from the ground to surround the Gorgon sisters. Each one armed with a different weapon. “Father won’t mind if I borrow them for a bit.” Tin walked forward, pulling his sword out of the ground, encouraging more skeletons to arise. Stheno wailed as she swung her tray, but it didn’t help. Euryale clung tighter to Can who now started to struggle since backup had arrived. “Now, would you please give me my boyfriend back? It’s almost lunch time and you wouldn’t like to see him when he gets hungry.”

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Camp Half Blood thought they had seen the end of the worst of the rivalry between the Athena and Poseidon cabins after the end of the Titan War. There, before the place where Poseidon had first thrust his trident to make his salt-water spring, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase had declared the rivalry over.

Apparently neither of them had foreseen that years later, long after the two had gone to college together in Camp Jupiter, that Poseidon would have another son named Pete and Athena would have a son named Kao.

Nor could they foresee that the way the two clashed was actually worse than them.

The first insult came when Kao bested Pete in Capture the Flag. Pete had stood firmly guarding the way past the river that split the grounds in half. With the water providing an advantage, Pete had managed to thwart every camper that had dared to challenge him. At least until Kao had led Pete away with their clash, allowing his siblings to get through and seize the flag. Pete had been understandably upset at this failure. 

However, taking it outside of Capture the Flag to burst the pipes in the showers when it was Athena cabin’s turn to use them was the second insult. Kao was furious at the grievance being taken out of Capture the Flag. 

Athena cabin repaid in kind. Pete found himself at the mercy of a robotic owl, too fast for him to catch and too stealthy for him to notice. Except for when it swooped down to steal whatever it was he wanted most at that moment. A pen, his drink, his food, his clothes and towel after a shower, even his sword at one point during a training lesson.

Things started to take a turn when Pete and Kao were chosen for a quest. Over the week they spent hunting down the Nemean Lion, the two bickered endlessly over the best way to trick it into hurting itself. What ended up happening was Kao’s near sacrifice of himself to save Pete from being mauled. And in return, with all the fury of a storm, Pete drowned the lion in a sphere of whirling water.

After that, Pete and Kao were suddenly closer than anyone could believe possible. But it would take another month of bickering, another month of pranks and verbal jabs, and another month of silence before the two admitted that they wanted to be more than just friends. Their confessions sealed in a time honored Poseidon cabin tradition of kissing under water until everyone was sure there was no retrieving them.