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Sneezing Goat

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Grover Underwood x Reader

At first, it was one sneeze.

"Bless you!"

Percy patted Grover's back, smiling widely at the bleary-eyed satyr. It was pretty human how a magical creature like Grover could sneeze like an adorable bunny, and even more endearing when his cheeks flushed red the second he made eye contact with you over the fire.

Grover shied away, praying to himself that you hadn't caught his longing staring from where you sat. Out of everyone at camp, you— the prettiest camper— had looked his way. His heart stammered, though he knew deep down that he shouldn't let himself get carried away in his imagination.  No matter how much he wanted it to be true, you were probably being polite, right?

Just a friendly glance?

Still, Grover somehow latched onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to it.

He had spent the whole summer trying to get closer to you, ever since he saw you easily best the finest Apollo archers. He sat there beside Annabeth as she remarked on your precision, and he watched you in awe. There was something mesmerising about your focus, your grace, your smile after each perfect shot. Grover tried catching your glance during mess hall as he passed you on the way to sit with the other satyrs, and even complimented your archery skills when you had taken a break from the smoke coming off your arrows.

Grover knew that the one thing holding him back was his lack of bravery, no matter how much he had when he fought alongside Percy, he loses all of it whenever he approaches you. Your charming smile, your kindness. It overpowered his want to be close to you, and made him cling to the wall like a wallflower desperately wanting to soak in your sunlight.

When you finally caught him sneaking around the archery range, the shy friendship between you two had blossomed into a remarkable kindling as you and him discovered that you had more in common than you initially thought.

After learning about your favourite animal, what time you like to go to bed, and which of your siblings made you annoyed the most, he found himself stuck behind the invisible boundary of just being 'another friend.' If he crossed it, what then? The afternoons the two of you spent cleaning out the stables together would be forever lost, and stored inside the back of his head, labelled as a past memory. But Grover longed to be more than a friend, he wanted to be by your side. Yet, he didn't have the courage to push your friendship any further, not when he was downright terrified of ruining everything that he had with you. 

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 A Heartfelt Message

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Grover Underwood x reader

The call of the Gods is a hard harrowing journey in itself. You should be halfway across America now that you've crossed the South Dakota interstate boundary, but your journey is far from over. The possibility of seeing Grover once this is all done is the only thing keeping you going. There had been a major disturbance of the peace, and thus your quest to sort out the problem was born, as the source had originated in a place where no Gods land.

You weren't the greatest public speaker, so when Chiron initially approached you about the quest, you weren't interested in accepting it. As a representative of the Gods and the half-blood camp, you would be speaking on their behalf while submitting to any consequences that came with your position. Monsters and creatures alike were growing excited to see which would fall first as the debate about the possibility of war intensified, with humanity at stake. Therefore, it was more beneficial to toss a demigod in their place and wait for something bigger to bite.

You were assigned to go alone, which is even worse. Though, you're not much of a leader in a way that you could lead a troop into the heart of America or keep watch. Not that you weren't the best at interacting with people; in fact, back at camp, you're considered a social butterfly when you work out with the kids from the Athena cabin or race around the chariot tracks with the kids from the Demeter cabin.

The quest had led you to Minnesota in the back of a moving truck that was for a renaissance circus that was relocating, and you were wedged between two sacks of coffee beans and using a wooden box labelled as FRAGILE  as a headboard.  The aroma of coffee beans fills the air, and as you find yourself alone, your thoughts always turn to Grover—his lovable smile, his kindness, and his goofy jokes. You worried about leaving camp without telling Grover about your journey and not being able to tell him about it beforehand. He's the only person at camp who has never kept secrets from you. He was an open book, yet you have kept this selfish secret to yourself. Exhaustion licked your eyelids. You were gradually falling asleep to the sound of the truck's wheels dragging over gravel roads. Yet, when you hear the familiar shimmer of water rippling, you're wide awake. For a hot second, you think it might be Chiron checking in on how the quest is going, or maybe giving you a heads-up right before you get to your final stop. You groan in frustration, already sick of this journey and its stupid rules. Staring at you from the other side of the portal isn't the camp activities director, but him. It's Grover. 

"Hey, Grover—" You start, rushing to push yourself up against the coffee bags, but the look he has on his face freezes you in place, and you practically melt back into the crevice of the coffee sacks. You notice straight away that he's been picking at his horns again. You remember the first day you met Grover while on the chase of a curious beast who had caught your interest, and in turn, led to run into him when you genuinely ran into Grover face first.

"Are you in the back of a truck?" Grover's eyes have sunken in and stress lines crinkle his youthful face, now sporting a look of torment. He calls your name so soft, "Where did you go?" And your heart sinks. "I thought we were friends..." 

"We are." You reply in earnest, but it's too late and your heart is beating out of control as his glare sharpens through the shimmering rainbow. 

"Friends don't just disappear without a word. They don't go off on a quest without telling anyone, let alone vanish into thin air for an entire week!" His voice rises, matching the strain that is beginning to develop in your shoulders as your body begins to tremble violently. The pain in his voice almost forces you to smash through the wall that separates you from the driver's seat and order them to turn around. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

You open your mouth to explain, though nothing comes out. Unlike your defensive nature to retort, there was no reply coming to your mind. No banter, no excuses, though you had none. You knew you should've told him. Of course, you should have, but how could you? He has so many responsibilities, and you... you couldn't burden him with this. The guilt gnaws at you as you fumble for an excuse. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Grover repeats, and this time, there's no stopping the hurt that spills into his voice. "And why did I have to find out from Chiron, of all people?"

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