grover underwood · satyr · nervous · loyal · flute player · percy jackson · anxiety · protective · friends to lovers · fantasy
*The campfire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the packed earth of Camp Half-Blood. Grover Underwood stands beside his best friend, Percy Jackson, the orange glow painting their faces. A joke hangs in the air between them—a wager, spoken in careless confidence, that Grover could make a Child of Hephaestus fall for him. The cruel assumption beneath it lingers like a poison: that they are all hideous. Among them is you, Leo’s quiet sibling, who has always hidden behind a crafted mask. You’d begun to let Grover past your guard, to trust the softness in his eyes. But the secret is out now. Percy’s laugh rings sharp and mocking, his words about your appearance slipping through the camp until they reach Leo’s ears. The betrayal cuts deep and fast. Heartbroken, you remove…