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First of all, English is not my first language and I am dyslexic, there is so little content about my children that I decided to write a small fanfic about them, as you can see, it is not very long :b

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Pov Malcolm

Lately, some Hermes jerk has been leaving fake and real spiders in the cabin. Luckily, Annabeth is out with her dear Percy. Honestly, I don't really care. If she's happy, I'm happy.

My problem is that last night, Annabeth and I screamed like we were going to die because of a giant spider at the front door. Percy had to come and help us.

That Stoll is going to pay.

As soon as I wake up, I look for my glasses and get ready to go to the dining hall for something to eat.

"How's your morning, Casper?" That jerk's annoying laugh makes me turn around. Connor Stoll, the biggest idiot in existence.

I'm barely out of the cabin. Is it too much to ask for a peaceful day?

"I don't have time," I huff, walking twice as fast, but it was in vain.

Damn Hermes speed.

"At least say hi, that wouldn't kill you," he said sarcastically before putting on a stupid smile.

"Yeah, yeah, it will," I commented while crossing my arms. I swear I'd rip that stupid smile off his face.

"Too bad, I had something for you, but with that attitude, you won't get anything," Connor crosses his arms, indignant.

"And so?" I massage the bridge of my nose to avoid breaking his.

He takes something out of his pocket and ignores me until he throws it in my face and I notice it's a spider. I make a face of disgust before screaming and then trying to get it off me. I trip over a stone or whatever in my escape from the spider and get a scrape.

"Pff, hahaha, you should have seen your face, it's hilarious," Connor continues laughing while I look at him furiously.

He picks me up while the spider scurries away from me, better, I'll have to go to the infirmary later. That's just what I needed, I was supposed to have a quiet day.

I'm still hungry, mnm, damn Connor.

....

I knock on the infirmary door, which is weird, Will always leaves the door open. I roll my eyes before leaning against the wall and watching as Piper walks by.

"Good morning, Piper," I greet her cordially and she smiles.

"Good morning, Malcolm," she continues on her way.

She's so beautiful, Aphrodite must have her as a favorite, what a beautiful woman. Although I know I'll never have anything with her, she's a lesbian, I'm not an idiot to say that I'll "change" her, it's stupid and according to studies I've read, even counterproductive. I'm content with being friends.

The infirmary door opens and a pale boy comes out with bandages on his face. Will is behind him.

I think it's Nico, I hardly ever see him. More because of him than me.

"Sorry for the delay, Nico likes it when no one sees him during his medical checkup, besides me," his smile shines as bright as his curls, not bad.

Nico blushes before looking at Will.

"Don't say those things, now I won't have the bad boy image," he snorts before removing a bandage, the wound already dry and almost healed.

"You're anything but a bad boy," Will kisses Nico on the nose, which makes him blush more and quickly say goodbye. "Remember to eat well and don't use your powers for now, doctor's orders!"

When I go in behind Will, I look around, it's very nice and cozy. I follow Will's steps until he stops suddenly and I do too.

"You and Nico seem very close," how I envy that.

"Yeah, after gaining his trust, Nico is very affectionate with me. Even if he doesn't show it," Will looks for a first aid kit and looks at the wound I got.

Well, that they caused.

"I wish I had something like that," I extend my arm for him to check it out.

"You'll see that Eros has great plans for you," he disinfects the wound and I whimper at the sting.

"No, better not, thanks," when he puts a bandage on me I feel better.

"It wasn't that bad." Will puts away the medicine cabinet and offers me a lollipop.

"Tell that to Nico," he declined to accept the paddle and I started walking to the exit.

"Very funny" Will laughs and washes his hands.

It wasn't that bad, I just don't like having a spider around, what the hell does Travis do? He never puts a stop to Connor.

"Be more careful next time," he leans against the door frame.

"I will, the one who gave me the wound, not so much," Will laughed.

I go back to my cabin, can't eat anything, I'd better sleep more and wait for lunchtime.

When I'm about to go inside I find a stuffed owl, cute, I take it to see if it has anything to identify who it's from.

"For Malcolm, from your admirer."

It's the only thing it has, I knew that beauty would bring me luck, but I didn't think I had an admirer. I look around to see if I have any clues as to who it could be. Unable to decipher it, I go back inside the cabin to sleep.

When I leave the stuffed animal on my desk, I see a small piece of paper that the stuffed animal is dropping and I simply throw it on the floor, then cleaned up.

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Pov Connor

I hate having to pretend that I like him; I know I don't have a chance. He likes Piper, and I have nothing in common with her—unless being tan and having brown or black hair counts. I can’t even tell the difference.

I don’t know what’s happening, seriously. I stopped making jokes a long time ago, at least until Annabeth got fed up with me. And now I understand why Percy likes her; she’s got guts, the kind not everyone has. I like her—I wish she were my sister-in-law.

The sound of someone knocking on the door confuses me.

—"Hi, Connor. Is your brother around?" Katie enters the cabin and leans against the doorframe.

—"No, he went to train. If I see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him," I reply, lying back on my bed with a sigh.

Katie’s footsteps echo as she moves closer and sits on my bed.

—"Is something wrong? Is it about your crush? We can talk about it if you want." She’s the only person who knows I like someone.

She doesn’t know if it’s a girl or a guy, and she doesn’t care much either. She says she just wants to get along with me, not just because she’s dating my brother.

—"They still hate me; I don’t know why," I groan, covering my face with my hands.

I know Katie must be very puzzled.

—"Oh, Connor, you need to be nicer to them. By the way, just tell me—are they a guy or a girl? You know I won’t say anything." She clasps her hands together and gives me puppy-dog eyes.

I’d rather not narrow down her radar to Malcolm. He’d kill me if she told him I liked him. She might be capable of it—or not. It’s really more guilt because she knows how bad my pranks used to be.

—"No, you’ll stay curious until they’re my partner or until I like someone else," I say, placing my hands on my chest.

—"You’re so mean. Fine, but you should apologize, maybe with a letter or something." I nudge her with my leg, and she laughs.

—"But I haven’t done anything! ... But that might work," I sit up, folding my legs as she stands.

—"Perfect! Let me know how my advice works out. I have to go. Bye!" Katie walks to the door, giving me a small smile before leaving.

—"Alright, bye," I mutter as I start looking for something Malcolm might like. I’m not going to write him a letter because my spelling is awful, and he’ll definitely figure out it’s me.

While rummaging through the drawers by my bed, I find an owl plushie—or maybe it’s a barn owl. Whatever it is, he’ll probably like it.

I search for paper, deciding to follow Katie’s advice. I’m sure Malcolm likes letters. What he won’t like is my spelling—or worse, my handwriting.

Ignoring that, I begin to write.

"Malcom, i might be an idiote and an imbesil like you say, but i realy want to be frends at least. U are someone very impresionant. I love how u alwayz have a solushion to evrything and ur laugh. Your laugh is so prety... I like u a lot for a while and dont know wat to do to make u see it. - Connor."

I blush as I write the last part and try to act natural until I hear the door open. Panicked, I throw the plushie and the letter aside before diving onto the bed, pretending to read.

—"Connor?" Travis looks at me, confused.

I’m sweating bullets. I give him the most natural smile I can muster.

—"What’s up, brother?" He raises an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the plushie.

—"I thought you lost that—the plushie we won at the claw machine," Travis picks it up and dusts it off.

—"Ouch, I’m offended," I say, clutching my chest for added drama.

Travis laughs and ruffles my hair. Great, it was neatly combed.

—"Alright, alright. Why are you acting like this? Annabeth already said she’s not mad at you and knows you didn’t put the spider there," Travis says, sitting next to me with a tilted grin.

—"I know. It’s something else," I sigh, trying to fix my hair again.

—"What? You know you can tell me anything." Travis messes up my hair again.

—"It’s not that easy. By the way, Katie’s looking for you," I dodge the conversation, though I also promised Katie I’d tell him.

—"Alright. We’ll talk tonight. Annabeth mentioned that Malcolm’s been extra stressed lately because of your pranks."

I’m surprised. He shouldn’t be mad if I’ve stopped.

—"I haven’t left the cabin all morning, but whatever." I get up and grab my backpack to hide what I’m planning.

—"Good luck, lover boy," Travis teases as he leaves the cabin.

Him? ... Nah.

...

I arrive at the Athena cabin and take a deep breath before knocking. No answer. Damn it, I’ll try later. As I turn to head back to my cabin, I see Malcolm returning—with an eye patch? Did he get hurt?

Looking at the plushie in my hands, I throw it at the door without thinking and then hide in some bushes, clutching my chest because it feels like it’s about to burst out.

When he enters the cabin holding the plushie, I panic.

I screwed up. I ruined everything. What an idiot I am. Someone kill me, please. That’s a plea, not a question.

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Eris’ POV

Mnm, greetings, demigods and mortals who read this. I am the one and only Eris, goddess of discord and many other titles, but I’ll focus on that one for now.

You already know, I know you know perfectly well, and if some distracted fool hasn’t noticed yet, it’s me who’s been bothering Athena’s folks. A little rivalry hasn’t killed anyone, right? Hehe. Let me say, I’m somewhat excited about this job.

Eros asked me to help these idiotic teenagers. I love adding my touch, but don’t panic—you’ll see my plans soon. The first one who tells anyone about this will end up as snake food.

Right now, I’m taking on Connor’s appearance. Time to get moving. This will be the first time you see me in action. Not a word.

—“Malcolm.” My now cheerful voice sparks curiosity in the blonde.

How cute. Eros, I totally get you. Now I want to play Cupid.

—“What do you want?” He looks at me angrily. Oh, this isn’t fun anymore.

I try not to laugh; I must be kind and… ugh, it makes me want to vomit.

—“I came to apologize.” I walk into the cabin uninvited, and the sound of an owl echoes.

Damn Athena.

—“Fine. You have five minutes, and three have already passed.” He frowns, letting me glance around the cabin.

Not bad. It’s very organized and beautiful, just a few papers on the floor.

—“You know I’m very childish. I should mature.” I run my hands over his desk, looking for something useful for this budding couple.

I pause when I step on a paper and discreetly pick it up.

—“That’s not enough, Stoll.” When I look back at him, he has the same dumb expression as always.

Boring. I pretend to listen, and one of my snakes slithers down my arm. The blonde notices and freezes.

—“You should’ve stayed hidden,” I whisper before he can scream. My snake hisses.

—“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” He clutches his chest tightly.

The snake hides again. Perfect.

—“Idiot, she won’t hurt you.” Poor baby. They don’t deserve you, Vika.

—“I don’t believe you.” He leans against the wall as Vika reappears. —“Since when do you like snakes?”

—“I found her injured. I couldn’t just leave her to be eaten. She’s barely hatched.” Vika slithers up my neck and rests on my head. Poor baby, you’ve been through so much.

—“It’s natural.” I grimace, and he quickly backtracks, adjusting his glasses. —“I mean… no, sorry.”

—“Apologize to her too.” Vika stares at him intently.

—“Sorry.” He scratches his neck, and I smile.

Much better. None of my daughters deserve the hatred they get. They’re cold, but they’re alive. Hearing a knock at the door, I run out the same way I came, not seeing who it was.

I stop when I’m far enough, and Vika hands me the note I found.

—“What does it say?” She rubs her head against mine as I pet her. So sweet.

I read its contents.

Pfft. How cheesy. Damn kids. I glance at Vika, and an idea strikes me. I whisper something to her before shifting back and letting her wander to her target. Eros will thank me for this.

Connor’s POV

I return to the cabin after a tough training session. My back hurts; I hit myself pretty hard.

—“Stoll?” Malcolm stands at the cabin door, his glasses making his intense gaze even more captivating.

—“That’s me. What’s up?” I say, opening the door and inviting him in.

At first, he hesitates but eventually enters, arms crossed and head lowered.

—“I wanted to apologize for earlier. You seemed so angry… it wasn’t my intention.” Malcolm scratches his arm, looking down.

Finally, he liked my gift.

—“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s all good.” I smile. Katie’s advice works.

—“Great. By the way, where’s…” He freezes and suddenly backs into me.

I look up and see a snake slithering toward us. It’s not venomous. If there’s one thing I know about snakes, it’s because I like them. I crouch to get a better look. It has an injury; maybe Katie can help.

—“Don’t move. She won’t hurt you if you’re not hostile.” I step away from Malcolm, who’s holding back a scream to avoid alarming the snake. I grab a container from a cupboard where I used to keep insects. Perfect. —“Easy now.”

I gently place her inside and leave the container on the floor so she doesn’t get agitated.

—“You like snakes? You never cease to amaze me.” Malcolm crosses his arms and sits on the edge of my bed. —“I wish I weren’t afraid of so many things.”

—“Fear exists for a reason. If she were venomous, I’d be scared too. You shouldn’t feel bad for being afraid.” I place a hand on his shoulder, a little too close. —“I have fears too.”

—“Oh, yeah? Like what?” I can’t think straight when he has that silly smile.

—“I’m scared of the dark,” I admit. It’s not really a secret, and I know two of his fears.

—“Mnm, I see. What will you do with the snake?”

—“I’ll take her to Katie. She’s helped snakes before.”

—“I’ll come with you. Her cabin is near mine anyway.”

—“Okay, but don’t make loud noises. That’ll startle her.”

—“Snakes don’t have ears.”

—“Yes, but they can feel vibrations that upset them.”

—“Okay, I won’t make any noise, roadrunner.”

He whispers that last part, and I laugh. I grab the snake’s container and cover it with a towel to keep her calm.

—“Let’s go, bookworm.”

He blushes when I say that… Maybe, just maybe, I have a chance with him. Who am I kidding? I’ll only ever be his friend.

We reach Demeter's cabin and knock on the door. Katie opens it with a smile.

—"Connor! So good to see you." Her gaze falls on the container I’m carrying. —"What’s in there?"

—"A snake." I remove the towel so she can get a better look. The little one is coiled up. —"She’s not venomous."

—"Alright, she seems to have an injury. I’ll check her out now." I hand over the container, and we step inside the cabin.

Piper is sitting nearby with… a three-headed puppy? That has to be Nico’s doing, I guess.

—"Hey guys, what brings you here?"

—"Hi Piper. Just here for a snake check-up. Nothing unusual."

Katie places the container on the table and puts on some gloves. I stand beside her just in case something happens, though the snake is very docile. I glance one last time at those two before focusing on Katie.

—"Lucky you found her in time. She wouldn’t have survived otherwise." Katie carefully picks up the snake, noticing she’s missing her front fangs. —"She hasn’t eaten in a while. She can only be kept as a pet—a genetic flaw."

—"Then I’ll keep her. I know how to take care of snakes." Katie places the snake back in the container and looks at me.

—"It’s a big responsibility, Connor. I’m not sure if you’re up for it…" She removes her gloves and searches for something.

—"I’ll help him, but I’m not touching it, mnm," Malcolm says, and I smile.

—"Alright, she’ll be like a daughter," Piper comments, making me blush.

—"If she were our daughter, she’d look more like me," Malcolm crosses his arms, looking annoyed.

I laugh as I pick up the container holding "our daughter."

—"Ouch. As if I had bad genes."

—"Shut up, Stoll. You absolutely do."

—"Double ouch."

—"Haha. Here, give her these supplements to help her recover faster. If anything happens, let me know. Oh, and tell Travis I said hi," Katie says, handing Malcolm the supplements.

We leave Demeter’s cabin and head back to Hermes’.

—"Why do you know how to care for snakes?"

—"Before I came to camp, I had one for a while. But eventually, I let her go. I’ve always liked snakes."

—"I see. Are you really going to take care of her?"

—"Of course. I won’t abandon her, especially since she’s so adorable."

When we arrive at the cabin, I say goodbye to Malcolm and go inside. Travis is waiting with his arms crossed, wearing an expression I can’t quite read.

—"Where were you?"

—"Saving this little one. Why?"

—"Annabeth said Malcolm got hurt because of you. She said if it happens again, you’ll be in trouble."

—"What?! I’ve barely seen him today. I’d never hurt him."

—"Connor, please just keep your promise. Better yet, stay away from him. I don’t want any problems."

I’ve hardly seen him these past few days. I noticed the bandage on his left elbow, but I didn’t think it was serious. I’d never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.

—"Fine! I’ll follow your stupid rule. Happy?"

—"I guess. You know I’m doing this for your own good, right?"

I stay silent as he hugs me. I sigh, set the snake’s container aside, and return the hug.

Eris’ POV

As I sunbathe by the lake, my little Vika slithers up to me. I smile—she’s been healed! There’s still some respect left in these places.

—"Anything new to tell me?" She coils around me and climbs to my ear, recounting everything.

She tells me about Malcolm’s conversation with Connor and how Malcolm has a crush on Piper. Mnm, too bad no one’s told him that’s actually a lie he made up himself. They’ll find out eventually.

—"I should help them, but it’s so warm here. Later. If you want to stay, you’re more than welcome."

Vika shakes her head and slithers away.

—"Why? This is such a nice place."

She hisses and leaves. Mnm, she’s grown attached. As long as they treat her well, I’m happy to let her do as she pleases.

Don’t expect any less from me, dear demigods and mortals. You’ll see me in action again soon.

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POV Malcolm

After dropping Connor off at his cabin, I return to mine, where Annabeth is talking to Percy. I roll my eyes.

"Hello, Annabeth and Percy," I say, taking off my glasses to clean them.

"Malcolm, I was looking for you. How are you? I told Travis about how Connor was bothering you," Annabeth starts her protective-sister monologue while Percy watches me curiously.

I stick out my tongue at Percy, and he chuckles. I put my glasses back on, and Annabeth continues her speech.

"So, we’ve decided that it’s best if you two don’t see each other," she says with a smile. Percy looks serious.

"Shouldn't Malcolm decide that? He's perfectly capable," Percy says, attempting to back me up. But Annabeth isn't fooled—she knows I wouldn't argue against her.

Not when it comes to him.

It’s complicated. I don’t dislike him—maybe I even like him? I enjoy it when he comes to my cabin just to wake me up and force me to eat breakfast. He’s a good cook, I suppose. Plus, he helps me not focus solely on studying and training.

"Anyway, I’m going to bed. Good night." I throw myself onto my bed and cover up with my blankets.

"Good night, little brother," Annabeth says before leaving the cabin with Percy for one of their typical late-night dates.

The cabin is so quiet now. It’s... unsettling in a way. For months, it’s felt strange—not bad, just different. I used to talk a lot with Piper and have fun with her, Leo, and Jason. But Jason passed away, and Piper took it hard. She rarely stays at camp anymore, spending most of her time helping Katie with the animals. It hurts that I can’t help her.

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"Malcolm," a strange yet familiar voice wakes me up. "How pathetic—you like someone who doesn’t even like men. Are you really as smart as they say?"

"Does it matter? I’d rather be her friend than nothing at all."

"Pathetic. She’ll never love you. Why do you keep trying?"

"Because I love her. Isn’t that enough? All I care about is her happiness, even if it’s not with me."

"You’re that kind of romantic, huh? Well then, do you really like her?"

"More than anyone else."

"Have you liked anyone else?"

"No, just her. Just Piper."

"What kind of love do you feel for her?"

"Romantic, obviously."

"What about Annabeth? What do you feel for her?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. I care about her like a sister."

"And when you see Annabeth, how do you feel?"

"Like I want to hug her and tell her I’m okay. I want to make sure Percy makes her happy and that she’s content. I want to spend time with her and not let her go—at least not until she goes to college. Then, I’ll let her go happily."

"And Piper?"

"She’s so sweet. I love spending time with her, laughing, and talking about shows. In fact, we’re watching one about an angel and a demon who—"

"Focus!"

"Right. I’d like to hug her again and regain the closeness we had before. Kind of like how I feel about… Annabeth? Ugh, gross."

"So maybe you see Piper as a friend?"

"I don’t think so. Enough of this. Goodbye."

"Fine."

Suddenly, I fall into the sand and realize I’m by the lake. My head is pounding.

"There you are, Malcolm. Come on," Annabeth calls me to join the volleyball game in the lake.

Still processing what happened, I play anyway, excelling at the game. Afterward, I dry off and notice Connor and Travis sitting on the sand. Katie is building a sandcastle with Travis, while Connor is…

Kissing someone?

I snap awake, my eyes wide open. It was just a dream. Well, not quite a nightmare.

I get up, put on my glasses, and head to the dining hall, feeling as if I hadn’t slept at all.

"Good morning, Malcolm," Katie greets me while Travis silently watches.

"Morning. Where’s Connor?"

"Training," Travis answers, taking a bite of cereal.

"Oh, I heard about what happened. Connor would never do that, I know… It’s just strange," Katie says, but I ignore her last comment and nod.

I don’t really care much.

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POV Eris

Greetings, insignificant mortals. As you might have guessed, I was the one who gave Malcolm that dream. Hypnos owed me a favor, and I took advantage. Plus, I have a kilo of dream powder—not bad, huh?

Also, I found out that Eros struck them with his arrow when they were kids, at the tender age of eleven. Malcolm is older, though—by a few months.

But I’ll let someone who was there recount the story.

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**POV Connor (Age 11)**

This place feels so strange. I’ve always been an odd kid—everyone thinks so. I’m super energetic and love exploring. I should be napping right now, but I’m a big kid; I don’t need naps.

As I walk across a fallen log over a small stream, I see a blonde boy crying ahead. He has a scrape on his left knee.

"Are you okay?" I ask, and he wipes his tears.

"No," he sniffles, trying to catch his breath. I finally reach the other side. "I was trying to get my ball, but I couldn’t. When I tried, I fell and hurt myself."

"I’ll get it for you." I stand on tiptoes to meet his gaze. "I promise."

I climb the tree slowly, making sure not to fall. A branch snaps under my hand, and I nearly fall. The blonde boy gasps. I continue climbing until I reach the ball and toss it down to his feet. Then I climb down carefully.

"Thank you!" he says, hugging me as soon as my feet touch the ground. I can’t help but smile widely as I bounce on my toes.

"You’re welcome! What’s your name? I’m Connor," I say as he lets go of me and grabs his ball.

"Malcolm," he replies. I hadn’t noticed his glasses before—they’re cute.

"Does it still hurt?" I ask, referring to his scrape. He nods.

"A little. I’ll have to go to the infirmary, and I’m scared."

"I’ll go with you."

I take his hand, and we cross the log together.

"Thanks," he says, holding my hand tightly until we reach the other side.

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POV Malcolm

I’m training with Piper. I need to improve my combat skills, but I just can’t get the image out of my head—Connor kissing someone else. Not that it matters to me or anything. I mean, we used to get along well. I can’t even remember why we stopped talking. Suddenly, a sword finely grazes my cheek, and I fall to the ground on my hands, staring at Piper in shock.

"I thought you were focused. I’m sorry," she says, helping me to my feet and then checking my cut. "It’s not bad. What’s distracting you?"

"Nothing. I’m just tired—I didn’t sleep well last night." We walk out of the training arena to go shower, though I need to make a stop first because I promised to take care of Connor’s snake. I’m a man of my word.

"Sure, you should try something, maybe tea will help," Piper suggests.

"I’ll figure it out, but for now, I’ve got an errand to run."

"Going to see your daughter?" she teases, and I blush.

"No... I mean, yes. Well, she’s Connor’s kid, not mine," I stammer, feeling ridiculous.

"Alright. And again, sorry about earlier."

"It’s fine. It’s already stopped bleeding—it’s no big deal."

"You’ve earned one. Maybe we can have another sleepover."

I remember the last one we had. It hurts knowing we’re both still dealing with his loss.

"Alright, but not because of this. Let’s do it for old times’ sake."

"Sounds good."

I walk her to her cabin, chatting a bit about the week. Without realizing it, it’s already Friday. Wow. Though I feel compelled to ask her something, given she’s a daughter of Aphrodite.

"How do you know when you like someone?" I ask before she shuts the door, and her gaze falls back on me.

"So, you finally like someone. Well, love is different for everyone. Each person expresses it in their own unique way. For example, Percy and Annabeth feel a genuine love for each other. Will and Nico are opposites who attract. As you can see, there’s no rulebook to follow when you like someone."

"What if that someone is a guy?"

"That doesn’t change anything. Love goes beyond gender or sex... It’s about what you’re looking for."

"Lately, I’ve felt weird around him. I don’t even know where to start. I’m supposed to like girls, and now I like a guy? I’ve never had problems with my identity before, and it’s... frustrating?"

"I went through that. Come in. Today I’ll exercise my skills as a daughter of Aphrodite."

I smile as I follow her up the stairs into the cabin. She applies a facial mask and hands me a glass of iced tea, which I gratefully accept.

"When I realized Jason wasn’t my type, it was terrifying. He was the kind of guy anyone would want—handsome, strong, a leader... But I always felt weird referring to him as my partner. I only focused on the physical because I never connected romantically with him."

"When I first saw him, I was so happy. He was my favorite person, and I always wanted to be around him. But he betrayed my trust, and I pushed him away. That’s not what I wanted, but by then it was too late, and we stopped talking. Until recently. I felt so happy to talk to him again after so long. He’s changed, and I’ve changed. But I’m scared we won’t even be friends anymore."

"Have you talked to *him* about it? Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you when you need it most. I know it’s not much, but the only one who knows what you want is you. I’m just an interpreter."

I take a sip of the tea, thinking things over. Maybe the reason I was so infatuated with Piper was because she reminded me of Connor in a way. But honestly, I don’t know. It’s a mess of confusing and nonsensical feelings.

I’m someone who relies on logic, because otherwise...

Does this mean I like my childhood best friend? The one I fought with and decided I didn’t want to deal with anymore?

I hate having feelings. Life’s so much easier when you don’t like anyone.

"But why do I like a guy? Out of all the pretty girls..."

"Nico used to say the same thing. Now he has someone who cares for him and loves him with all his heart. Love is blind. We’re all fools trying to understand ourselves."

"I thought I knew myself, that there was nothing left to discover."

"I don’t know myself either. No one fully knows themselves. That’s the beauty of growing and improving."

I sit with her words for a moment. There’s a cacophony of voices in my head right now, but I’m glad I’m not alone at the bottom of this pit of complex emotions.

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POV Connor

It's been a few weeks, quite boring I must say. But my mind won't leave me alone.

I still wonder if one day he'll look at me and say "I like you" with that smile that makes me blush so much, those blue eyes that are more noticeable with his glasses. It was fun yesterday, being able to talk to him naturally. He even kept his promise to come and take care of Vika.

"Earth calling Connor" Travis snaps his fingers, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I blink a few times before sighing.

"I'm still alive" I tell him as I let Vika climb up my chest until she stops at my neck and snuggles in.

"I'm going to lunch with Katie, so you're coming" he grabs the hood of my coat and pulls me out the door.

I don't want to. I complain until we get to the porch and see Katie smile when she sees me. Vika hisses, approaching her, who of course takes her gently and lets her get comfortable on her neck.

"Good afternoon, Connor" I smile back at her.

I get up and the three of us head to the dining hall.

"I want to go train" I need more physical fitness.

"You haven't gone because you've been glued to Malcolm, even though Annabeth said she doesn't want you near her brother" Travis scolds me, I roll my eyes and he pokes my cheek. "Don't even dare give me that look."

"We're not babies, he can decide for himself" I push his hand away and he pokes my cheek again.

"Malcolm is smart, if he wants to talk to Connor, it's his problem. Besides, Connor has already matured" Katie supports me and pulls my brother's arm to get romantic.

It makes me nauseous and it seems I'm not the only one, Vika stretches out to my arm and I hide her in my coat pocket, reaching the dining hall; I sit a little away from them so I don't interrupt their date, or so it seems, while I wait for there to be fewer people in line. When my eyes land on a blond with glasses, I can't take my eyes off him.

He has a cute smile and he's laughing with Piper, I'll never be able to make him laugh like that. Our eyes meet and he turns as red as a tomato. He must have a fever.

"Oh, hi Malcolm" Katie stops kissing my brother.

If she figured out it's him, I'm in for a long night.

"Hi Katie, Connor" he glances at the traitor. She seems very pleased to talk to him.

Piper pulls Malcolm so we all sit together, he had to sit right next to me; I'm out of breath, I hate not being able to act normal around him sometimes.

Vika comes out of her hiding place and approaches a certain blond, I thought he'd be scared, but he's actually quite nice to her now, he holds her gently in his palm.

"Looks like the little one got bored of being cooped up" he seems so happy to see her.

"Your daughter looks very healthy" Piper jokes, making us both blush, how embarrassing.

"I'll go get my lunch" I get up as quickly as possible and go grab a tray.

I can finally breathe easy, although it doesn't last long when I bump into Annabeth, just what I needed. I take a deep breath.

"Watch where you're going."

"I know, sorry."

She softens her gaze and sighs.

"I don't like you, but my brother does and I trust him... Don't hurt him, are you okay?" she gives her tray to Percy so she can talk to me a little more.

"Just, nothing, don't worry. Enjoy your lunch" I walk away from them, returning to the shared table.

Malcolm is eating while Piper and Katie chat away.

"Connor, we were just talking about you" Katie pulls my sleeve to sit me between the two of them, Malcolm raises an eyebrow as he continues with his pasta. "Isn't it true you need help with a crush?"

Travis starts laughing and the one they're talking about chokes, coughing a lot.

"I'm fine" Malcolm doesn't say anything else and continues eating.

"Okay, what's she or he like?" he never specified their gender, so it was harder to guess the right one.

"I don't care if you like a harpy, but why don't you ever tell me anything?"

"Because I haven't told anyone, about anything."

I start eating a piece of plain cheese pizza, not caring that they're talking loudly and giving me heartburn. Under the table, something touches my leg, I turn to see Malcolm. He points his eyes to the main door so we can leave together.

I excuse myself as best I can and when we're both outside, we laugh.

"That was awkward, sorry for ruining your lunch" I say between laughs and trying not to run out of air.

"Don't worry, Annabeth talks like that too" he puts his arms on his stomach and almost falls.

I laugh more at that and he gives me a push.

"Annoyed."

"You loved it, I know."

The air is fresh from the recent drizzle, there's a lot of mud and Malcolm is wearing white sneakers.

"Fucking shit" he doesn't seem to want to take another step.

I get an idea.

I lift him up in my arms without any complaint. He just clings to me tightly.

"Put me down!" I'll never listen to him, especially not now.

"Should I leave you at your cabin or the library?"

"Library..."

I stop laughing when I notice he's blushing, how cute. I carry him in my arms without any problem, he hides his face as best he can so no one recognizes him.

"Connor! Aren't you coming for dessert?" Travis stares at the living tomato I'm carrying.

"No, but thanks, I'll go train later, don't wait for me" Malcolm hides his face completely.

"Okay, by the way, you owe me to show me who the lucky girl is."

Travis leaves, but not before staring intently at what I'm carrying.

"Put me down!" this time I listen to him and put him back on the ground.

Malcolm seems to have tears in his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" I put my hands on his cheeks, trying to comfort him.

"It's so easy for you, but not for me, you act so natural and that..." he lets out a whimper that breaks my heart.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, never" I wipe his tears gently.

"You confuse me, what are we, friends? We stopped talking a long time ago and out of nowhere..." I forgot he's a bit sensitive.

"No, no, just... I like you so much it hurts" I don't even know what came out of my mouth, but from one moment to the next he stops crying and looks at me with a sparkle in his eyes. "It's... a joke, yeah."

"Am I a joke?" he has tears in his eyes again.

"Of course not, look, I've liked you for a long time and I know you're straight and I don't want to ruin our friendship" I scratch the back of my neck, worried he'll get angry.

But instead, he comes closer and hugs me.

"Can I kiss you?" I take a few seconds to nod.

He kisses me on the lips so gently that I can't believe it, I pull away and open my eyes wide.

"Sorry, I..." he understands and doesn't come closer.

He looks even more depressed.

We both stay quiet and when he gets distracted, I run away, my weak heart can't take this, I have my heart in my throat right now. I'm going to have a heart attack.

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POV Malcolm

Every time I see him, my head glitches. It doesn’t matter if I pretend not to care. But… he left me. Alone.

My heart hurts so much I want to scream at him and go cry. I end up doing the latter. It hurt to hear that he liked some girl—someone I don’t even know. I don’t usually do this. I don’t usually cry in front of anyone. Until that time. The time we stopped being friends.

I was so stressed because Annabeth had ended up in Tartarus, and they left me with a ton of responsibilities. Connor got mad because I stopped talking to him, too busy to keep up. He shouted at me:

“You don’t want help, and when I try to help, you get angry. I’m done.”

I always blamed him because I was stressed and had no reason to apologize. But he was right. I should’ve let him help.

I open the cabin door and let myself fall on my bed, not caring that I’m tracking mud all over it. I don’t have any tears left. I just feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

I feel extra weight next to me, and someone starts brushing my hair.

“What’s wrong? Your eyes are red.” Annabeth always knows when something’s wrong with me.

I know when something’s wrong with her too.

“I ruined it. I like Connor. I thought he liked me too. We kissed and—” a few tears fall down my cheeks.

“Oh, so that’s why you started talking to him again. Good. It’s perfectly fine to cry when you get rejected, but it’s not healthy to bottle everything up.” She keeps brushing my hair softly.

Vika comes out of her hiding place, startling Annabeth, but she knows I’m taking care of her.

“Even she knows you’re not doing well.” She wipes away my tears and smiles.

“I get it now. Movie night?” She hugs me tightly and nods.

I lay on the bed a little longer before getting up. I’ll get over this bad moment.

While we watch *Pirates of the Caribbean*, Annabeth puts curlers in my hair and applies a face cream.

“I still don’t know what I am,” I tell her.

“You could be bisexual, pansexual, maybe even gay. But that’s for you to figure out. Don’t move,” she says while finishing with the cream.

“I just… I don’t know.” I plop down on a beanbag, and Annabeth sits next to me with a bag of Doritos.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to talk to Connor and clear things up. You clung to him like a tick, and he’s not a dog.” Her phrase makes me laugh as I grab some Doritos.

We keep watching until the second *Pirates* movie, but a knock at the door makes me get up to see who it is. Annabeth keeps munching on chips.

When I see who it is, I want the earth to swallow me.

...

Connor, a few years ago.

The camp is a mess. I don’t even know what happened. Actually, I know exactly what happened. For now, I let Malcolm sleep resting on my arm while I help him organize some papers.

He won’t let me help. I know he doesn’t want to make the camp’s situation harder by dumping tasks on kids who just want to have fun. It hurts me. He’s been neglecting himself so much. I had to beg him to take supplements because he’s stopped eating properly—to the point where it’s like he wants to die of starvation. I don’t know what else to do.

“Mhm,” he grumbles when I lay him on his bed to rest and start cleaning his cabin.

At least I can help him this way.

I head out to drop the dirty laundry in the camp’s washroom and notice it’s already getting hot. I’m sweating like crazy. Then I go to the dining hall where Travis is talking to Katie. I hope they realize they’re perfect for each other. I grab a tray and sit alone. I don’t feel well. It’s not the same without Annabeth and Percy. I don’t want to think too much—just nibble at my food to get this over with.

I get up quickly to go check if Malcolm wants to eat.

“Connor!” Travis yells at me, but I barely acknowledge him.

He usually likes apples when he's in the library, maybe he’ll want one now. If not, I’ll have to feed it to him the aggressive way. When I get to his cabin, I hear noises. I quickly open the door and see him having some kind of attack—I don’t know if it’s panic or anxiety. He’s torn up some papers and is pulling at his hair.

I rush to hold his arms, and he starts crying.

“I’m going to hurt you!” he says, eyes squeezed shut, like he can’t take it anymore.

“I don’t care. Right now, just breathe,” I comfort him as best I can, letting him hide in my chest.

His breathing slowly calms down, his heartbeat settling.

When he feels a bit better, I give him a slice of apple to get him to focus on chewing.

“What happened?” I wipe his tears and give him a strong hug.

“No one’s heard anything about her. Not even Nico, Nico—the son of Hades. She’s probably dead, and I’m doing nothing.” He starts crying again, and I get serious.

Right now, he doesn’t need words. I’ve known that for a long time. I just hope he can calm down enough to sit on the edge of his bed. I check to make sure he hasn’t hurt himself.

I take another slice of apple for myself—I need something to get me through this bad moment.

“She’ll come back, and you’ll go to the Caribbean to visit the beaches where your favorite movies were filmed. I know it.” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, lying down.

My throat starts to itch badly—probably from eating too fast. When he starts picking up the torn papers and refuses my help, I feel frustrated.

“You’ve done enough. You should rest,” he says, looking so exhausted.

“Come on, an extra pair of hands won’t hurt.” When his hand brushes against mine, a shiver runs through my whole body.

“Stop! Just go.”

“It’s not healthy for you. You know that.”

“You have no idea. You only know how to demand things.”

“Calm down. Breathe.”

“No, Connor, this time I don’t want to calm down.”

“Fine, fine, don’t get defensive.”

He gets way too close to me.

“I can’t stand your voice.”

“And I can’t stand your drama queen attitude.”

We start arguing, throwing out intimate insecurities about each other, but I don’t care. I’m tired of him not noticing that I’ve even sacrificed sleep to help him. He gets mad when I help, but I’m the selfish one—I want to have fun and enjoy my life.

I don’t want to be a babysitter.

No, that’s not me. What’s happening to me?

“You don’t want help, and when I try to help, you get angry. I’m done.”

When those words come out of my mouth, he falls silent, not knowing what to do. I head for the door, neither of us says anything. I don’t want this.

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POV Eris

Let’s just say that day I lost a golden apple that causes discord. Hehe. I tried to reverse its effects, but yeah… it didn’t work, and I made it worse, but details.

That’s why I owe Eros a favor—for ruining his plans and breaking up such a beautiful friendship because I’m irresponsible sometimes. I don’t know, maybe it’s better for them to figure things out like typical mortals—whether that means hooking up or not.

Speaking of them, it was pretty entertaining watching them keep hurting each other by not taking the next step because they’re idiots. Look, if you’re reading this: if you ever think something will go horribly wrong, it probably will—or maybe it won’t. You just have to take the risk.

I know it’s not easy to have your heart broken, to get your hopes up for nothing, but that’s still better than a “maybe.” Teenagers are meant to mess up and learn from it. You’ll learn that if someone loves you, they’ll respect your boundaries, and if someone really cares about you, they’ll do anything for you. So don’t be afraid to give that letter to someone special, to start a conversation to get to know them better, and if at any point it doesn’t feel right, stop.

Only you know your limits, and it’s good to know them. Be clever, my snakes.

…

I watch from a distance, seeing that another argument is about to start. I know I’m going to get in trouble, but I have to do this favor properly, and that means… being Cupid. Ugh, gross.

“Stop, both of you.” I step between them. Annabeth just looks at me like this is typical. “Alright, inside. I don’t want anyone seeing us.”

I shove them both in and slam the door shut.

“What’s our mission this time?” As always, the dramatic blond and his rabid little chihuahua get defensive. Ugh, teenagers—I can only stand my own.

“No mission. Your only mission is to become a couple and hook up.” I reread what I scribbled on my arm and realize what an idiot I am. Both of them look nervous.

“I’ve only had one kiss!” There goes Paris Hilton.

That tiny brain is so annoying.

“I…” and the chihuahua’s been vaccinated. Point for me.

Worse, his little boyfriend is annoying too.

“Be happy. Gross.” I turn to face the frog-faced killjoy.

“Get lost, you traitorous snake.” She just glares, giving off bad vibes. Perfect.

“I get it, but listen—I’m ninety percent to blame for this situation.” I scratch my head, trying to play it cool so I don’t look too heartless.

“You’ve got three minutes to explain yourself. Two minutes left.” The frog, the drama queen, and the chihuahua circle me, faces filled with anger and curiosity.

“Personal space, damn. It all started with the apple that day. The rest? That’s on you guys.” I say it bluntly and steal some chips.

“We’ve been fighting all this time because of you?” When Connor and Malcolm’s voices overlap, I wonder how they’re not already a couple, even though I was the indirect cause.

“You have a lot of favors to repay in the future, Eris. For now, let these two sort things out on their own—without your ‘help.’” Annabeth seems more relaxed.

She goes off to a corner to keep watching her device and snacking. Interesting. I sit next to her and grab more chips.

“Go somewhere private to talk. Meanwhile, I’ll chat with Miss ‘Ninety Percent Responsible’ over here.”

It’ll be interesting, to say the least.

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POV Malcolm

We leave the cabin in silence. Neither of us says a word. I won’t ruin things again.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, much less crush your hopes.” He starts, sounding a little sad.

I scratch my shoulder. It’s cold, and I forgot my jacket.

“I was wrong too. I rushed things.” I stop in front of the lake. It was a short walk.

Though I have bad memories here, I still think of that nightmare—how Connor completely left me in the end.

“I like you, Malcolm Pace.” Connor’s eyes tell me he’s not lying. He’s not lying. This isn’t a dream.

Before I can answer, I sneeze from the cold. He laughs and wraps his jacket around me.

“That’s not necessary.” I mean the jacket.

“It’s worth it if it keeps you from getting sick.” I smile and step closer to him, stopping just before touching his lips. “Yes or no?”

“If it’s you, it will always be yes.” We bring our lips together.

It’s not like those romance novels that make this moment seem like the pinnacle of love. It feels more like something intimate—like we’re sharing something private that belongs to both of us. It’s strange. I like it. But I don’t know how to describe it—I’m more of a thinker and a planner, not an emotional person.

Connor Stoll, you’ve made me feel like a moon orbiting you—unique.

When we stop, out of breath, I grab his hand and pull him behind some trees because the patrols have started. I cover his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Looks like you’re finally daring to break the rules, little mouse,” he jokes as I sigh, trying not to get caught.

“Very funny. Let’s go back before we get into trouble.” He ignores me and starts kissing me all over my face.

“Idiot, you’re tickling me, and we’re going to get in so much trouble.”

“Alright, alright, let’s go.”

We run so fast that losing my breath from the kiss wasn’t even the worst part. Though I guess dating a Hermes kid has its perks—he’s really fast and agile.

When we get back to the cabin, we slip in right after bed check. We still have some time before Connor has to go back to his cabin. Annabeth is waiting for us with a cup of hot chocolate, and the goddess Eris is relaxing with cucumber slices on her eyes.

“You took a while. So, what did you decide?” She sips her drink calmly.

“Annabeth, I hope you’ll accept my relationship with Malcolm.” I freeze at his words. He said it so calmly. Terrifying. Very.

“As long as you don’t hurt Malcolm anymore, you two can even get married for all I care. Now, get out. I want to sleep.” She takes another sip and gives me a small smile. “It’s good to see you’re doing better.”

“I’m happy too.” I give Annabeth a hug before going to the door to say goodbye to Connor.

Though I’d love to spend the whole night talking. I frown without realizing it, and he takes the opportunity to kiss my forehead.

“Goodbye, little mouse. Tomorrow we have a date.”

“That’s not fair! I wanted to invite you first.”

“Well, you made the first move. We’re a couple now, right?”

“Of course!”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow night. Rest well.”

“No, tomorrow I’m going to make you a proper proposal. You’re worth it.”

“I’m glad to know I’m worth it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, goodnight, bookworm.”

We kiss before he leaves. I feel sad but realize I’m still wearing his jacket, and that cheers me up a little. I go back into the cabin, hopping happily before flopping onto my bed, screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet. I feel so happy.

I hear distant laughter, and when I look up, it’s Annabeth, laughing as she watches me. Eris is eating the cucumber slices she had on her eyes, muttering that this is disgusting and that she’s definitely not meant to be a cupid. I blush like crazy and hide under my blankets.

“Wow, you skipped right to the ‘leaving clothes behind’ stage. Percy took longer.” She hides her laughter behind her cup and says goodbye to Eris.

She sits next to me and pats my head.

“I hope you’re happy. You’ve got that look you get when you’re genuinely happy for someone—that look like the world is so bright, and you shine just as brightly.” I pull the blankets off my head to look at her.

She gives me a calm smile and strokes my hair like when we were younger.

“It really feels surreal. But I feel happy. Really happy. Though I’m still wondering what I am,” I say, closing my eyes, a bit tired.

“You’re Malcolm, who likes Connor. You don’t need labels if you don’t want them.” She kisses my forehead and lets me rest.

“Annabeth.”

“Yes?”

“You’re the best sister.”

I yawn and fall asleep before I can hear her response, but I know that no matter who I date—man, woman, magical being, mortal, nymph, demigod, or anything else—she’ll support me.

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