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chavahlahdraws · 2 years

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pov im actually screaming and crying on the floor waiting for this scene

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjoato #rick riordan #riordanverse

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fiovske · 2 years

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man I really hope they review the writing in the pjo books and focus less on accurate book to screen adaptation and focus more on improving upon it. The books have so much to improve upon I really hope they have a writer's room good enough to handle that.

Annabeth Chase and Rachel Dare not having some dumb boy-related rivalry would be nice for a change. please write young girls and women better is what I'm saying. also don't have the characters of colour being the ones who primarily die in the narrative that would be nice. looking at Ethan Nakamura and Charles Beckendorf especially Charles Beckendorf y'all better do right by my boy Charles Beckendorf

#was remembering how much their whole thing over percy frustrated me even as a kid.#thalia bianca even silena for example.#like... these young girls could've been written better.#i dont even think there are gonna be young lgbtq teens bc this is a disney+ show lol #but god. i'd kill for some LESS forced heterosexuality like it got in the later books.#also anothrr point of order... annabeth being Black.#which is 100% a good thing but god i cringe to think of that scene in the 3rd or the 2nd book #where Annabeth Percy and Clarrise are on-board that ares submarine of dead confederates.#i shudder to think of how they'll make that work bc HATE it if annabeth as a young girl has to be exposed to THAT shit.#even dead confederates. YIKES.#the only way i see them pulling it off in any measure is the brennan lee mulligan confederate ghost sketch way.#anything less than that... would be extremely less than ideal.#pjoato

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thepaperbackthief · 3 years

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Frank: [playing Capture the Flag] I’m sorry, Clarisse. I only kill when absolutely necessary.

Clarisse: ...Good gods, Frank, I meant distract or delay them!

Frank: Oh! Phew!

#source: choices #pjo #incorrect quotes #incorrect pjoato quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #hoo #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #incorrect percy jackson and the olympians quotes #frank zhang #clarisse larue #riordanverse #pjoato

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hamabee · 6 years

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PJO BOOKMARKS!!! finalllyyy I found the right place to print them, which let me tell ya was not easy at all ahaha Anyhoo, you can find them on my shop ! There’s also a cheaper option for mini versions which are super cute!! Thanks so much! (p.s. there’s also some star wars bookmarks toooooo)

#pjo #pjoart #percy jackson #my art #art #grover underwood #annabeth chase #rick riordan #pjoato #bookmarks #etsy #photoshop

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rosyredlipstick · 7 years

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somebody’s old friend (2/3)

The night began with wine and dinner, cake and champagne. It began with boring conversation, tense smiles, and eyes that should not have been lingering. A gathering, with known names and too-sweet comments. This was a party of politics, and everyone there knew it. This is where it began. But the night of October 23rd 1969, a date that would later go down in Chicago city history, truly started with a murder. But even before that - a scream. - The PJO Murder Mystery AU

Part one

Very few of us are what we seem.”

- Agatha Christie

Here’s how it happened:

Drew Hayami Tanaka bled out onto the carpet of the di Angelo tea room around 8:40 PM on the night of the annual di Angelo banquet. Her throat was slit, there were no obvious signs of struggle, and the only items on her person were a small compact mirror, a tube of lipstick, and an indecipherable scrap of paper. At the time, there were ten other people in the manor, the help having already gone home. The manor was equipped in high security and, after thorough investigation, it was determined that no one could have broken in that night. Therefore, it had been decided that it must have been one of the ten guests within the manor that night.

The question, then, was who.

Frank scrubbed at his nails, his breath heavy, his eyes wide, as his dripping, darkened hands tinted the water scarlet. His chest was still heaving from his heavy actions and, as he glanced up in the mirror, he could see sweat on his brow. He bent down to wash his face, willing the redness in his cheeks away.

There was a long beat of silence after Reyna’s proclamation, only the heaviness of breath, shifting of nerves echoing after it.

“One...of us?” Annabeth’s voice was weak, trained on the wall. Percy, at her side, wrapped his hand around her elbow in comfort, and she did not pull away.

“Someone could have broken in,” Hazel’s voice was unconvincing even to herself, “they could have…”

“The help locked up the manor before they left,” Nico reminded her, edging himself in front of her. “The security system would have gone off. We would have heard the alarm.”

She bit her lip, her agreement unvoiced. She opened her mouth to speak up again, perhaps another theory, perhaps not, when someone gasped.

“Your dress,” Annabeth’s voice was very careful, “what is that on it?”

Hazel blinked in surprise, looking down to the skirt of her dress. Along the bottom lace, the dark fabric was tinted just a shade darker, just enough to be noticeable. A stain, dark and sloppy and spattered uglily.

Jason, keeping Piper close to his side, considered the stain. “That wasn’t there before dinner. It’s new, hasn’t even fully set it.”

“Almost like it happened within the hour,” Reyna, ever the observant one, added on, keeping her space from the group.

“I didn’t do it!” Hazel was backing up into the wall, her eyes frantic and wide.

“Then why is there blood on your dress,” Annabeth’s words were said through gritted teeth, a dessert knife pointed out defensively. Behind her, Percy was silent but watching with a grave expression. “And you were the first one here, you were the one who screamed!”

“It wasn’t her,” Nico snarled, his arm coming up to shield his sister. “I saw Piper dragging Drew off after dinner.” Nico’s voice was accusing, his eyes sharp as they sliced to the other girl. “And Hazel was in the kitchen washing off the gravy stain right before, I was helping her.”

“How can we even trust you?” Piper hissed, “Everyone knows what lengths you would go to to protect your sister, di Angelo. Did you think we would forget the Octavian incident?”

His eyes flashed dangerously, and when he spoke, his voice was low and on a tone of darkness. “Careful, McLean,” He told her, making no move. He was too still, in that moment, his words holding too much promise. “Apparently princesses are dropping like flies around here.”

In a moment, Jason was in front of the girl, his teeth bared.

“Was that a threat?”

Nico didn’t hesitate to match his biting tone, “if it was, it wasn’t an empty one.”

The tension was rising too quickly, too high for a room full of scared, panicked people and a body cooling on the carpet.

“Everyone, calm down,” Percy instructed, his voice steady. He let his gaze sweep over all of them, “We need to stay calm. Unless we’re gonna be able to call for help, it seems like we’re going to be here until morning.” His gaze flickered over to Leo, standing still and dark against the wall. “Leo - you said the phone line was done, how do you know?”

There’s gazes rested on the other boy - some angry, some confused, most suspicious - and the curly haired boy swallowed against the attention. For someone usually so talkative, he’d hardly spoken all night.

And wasn’t that suspicious.

Reyna stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. “That’s true. How did you know?”

His hands went up quickly in surrender, “I was going to leave early!” He blurted, “After dessert was served I went to call my driver but the phone had no dial tone. I was going to ask Nico or Hazel about it but…”

“Drew said some awfully nasty things to you during the meal,” Reyna commented, her gaze sweeping over him. “That must have made you pretty angry.”

Piper joined Reyna’s force of suspicious, “You stormed off after dinner,” she scowled, her hands clenched at her sides. “You disappeared for nearly half an hour. Just long enough to…” she refused to look towards the other side of the room, but it was heavily implied.

Leo’s eyes were wide and panicked and, had he not been already, he would have backed up into the wall. “I didn’t do it! I was in the wire room the entire time, trying to fix the phone lines.”

Reyna’s eyebrows were perfectly manicured and lifted in disbelief, “And how convenient there’s no one to back that up.”

“Enough,” Percy’s hard voice interrupted, “now is not the time to start throwing accusations.” Percy frowned, looking over them all before pausing on someone in particular. “Let’s take a breather. Will, why don’t you go get cleaned up?”

Hazel’s previously panicked gaze became one of concern, sliding over to the other boy. He still had Drew’s blood on his hands, now drying tack on his fingertips. “Oh, Will I - I forgot. I can show you to the bathroom -”

“You’re not going anywhere by yourself,” Nico frowned, his hand coming over her shoulder. “I’ll go with you,” he cast a suspicious glance over at the other boy, “keep an eye on you.”

The doctor didn’t seem bothered by the suspicion, only dipping his head in agreement and following the two out of the room.

Left behind, Percy pulled Annabeth closer to his side, his fingers pressing into her hip, and looked to the others. Leo was still against the wall, looking as if a trapped animal, Frank looking pale and faint at the whole situation, Piper, Jason, and Reyna looking a bit too crazed. They all avoided looking to the carpet.

Percy’s gaze was heavy, too heavy. Annabeth was avoiding his eyes.

Reyna cleared his throat, watching the three disappear through the doorway, and spoke. “What now? What do we do with...her?”

Piper’s month smoothed out into a flat line, but said nothing.

“We can’t just leave her there,” Jason’s voice was soft, a stranger contrast from his previous hard tone. There was a rare remorse in his voice, an odd but noticeable lift to his words.

“What do you propose?” Percy’s voice was a neutral as if it was one of their business deals. Piper was almost disgusted.

Reyna stepped forward, smoothing her blouse, the perfect picture of composure. “Help me look, then, if we’re not going to move her.”

There was a moment of stillness - nervous swallows, flickering gazes - before they did.

Drew, flipping her hair, only sneered as she swept across the room. On her way out, possibly carelessly, most likely not, her hip checked Hazel in the side as she gathered up dishes, and Drew ignored the other girl’s startled noise as a splash of gravy darkened her skirt.

From the side, Nico di Angelo’s eyes grew dark as Drew’s figure disappeared through the doorway, and as he stepped forward to help his sister.

“This way, Will,” Hazel lead the blond man, Nico trailing behind them, watching carefully.

The boy was silent, quiet, as the siblings lead the way. Silence always bothered Hazel too much.

“This night is…” Hazel’s eyelashes fluttered as she took a much needed breath. “Not what I expected.”

Nico resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “Someone died, Hazel. Not someone anyone particularly enjoyed, but someone nonetheless. I don’t think anyone was expecting this.”

There was a beat of stillness, even as they walked together, at his words. Someone had died tonight, in their home, a few rooms over. Hazel took a steadying breath.

She grabbed onto Nico’s sleeve, “Who...who do you…”

Nico was scowling at the wall as they walked, “I don’t know. But I don’t trust any of them.”

Will sighed, nodding in agreement at the other boy’s words. “My father pushed me into coming and....definitely a mistake. I don’t think this was the sort of ‘connection making’ he had in mind.”

Nico looked like he had something to say about that, probably unpleasant knowing the boy, but Hazel cut him off with a frown as they arrived.

Hazel gestured towards the large guest bathroom, “You can get cleaned up here, Will. We’ll wait right outside, if you need a moment. Oh, let me get you some of the stronger soap -” she cut herself off as she turned to the bathroom shelves, her face taking on a turn of confusion. Will have the other boy a puzzled look, who only crossed his arms in answer. After a moment of cut-off silence from the other girl, he stepped forward.

Nico joined her side, giving the shelves a curious look. “What?”

She blinked, “The bleach. It’s opened.”

Nico gave her an impatient shrug, “And? They probably cleaned before the party.” At their conversation, Will turned to the sink, and began washing off his hands. He was no stranger to scratching blood on his hands.

She was shaking her head, her gaze still glued to the open closet. “It’s...they wouldn’t. Not before the party, and risk stinking up the place. And this one…” She trailed off, picking it up. Her hands struggled with the weight of it - it was near full. “I just bought it. I was going to use it for the bath tub after I rinsed my dyes this weekend.”

Will was wrinkling his nose, as he scrubbed at his nails. He paused, inhaling. “It smells like chemicals.”

Nico took a similar breath and gave him a short, hard nod. At that, Will flipped the handle and stepped back, his hands dripping wet.

“It would have had to been used recently,” Hazel’s eyes were wide, “someone here would have had to used it.”

Nico blinked, “Perhaps someone trying to remove the blood off a surface.” Staring at the sink - white and spotless porcelain - he leaned closer. Nothing - the surface and handles were as bright and clean as ever. Whoever had been here, doing whatever with their bleach, had been thorough.

He crouched down, his eyes running up the glass, and froze.

“There it is,” Nico blinked at the half-moon of rust, a thumb print barely noticeable through the smear. Undoubtedly, a small blotch of dried blood.

Hazel and Will point bend down to stare at the underside of the sink. Will gasped softly, his hand flying to this face.

“They were here,” Will looked vaguely sick by this realization, as if just hitting him the murderer was here , with them - one of them.

“We have to tell the others,” Hazel breathed out, her hand clenching at her brother’s.

After another moment of staring, Nico slowly nodded, his biting anger a rare absence.

They burst back into the room just as the others were settling a dark sheet over the girl, Piper standing off to the side, glaring at the wallpaper. Jason, at her side, seemed to be attempting a sort of comfort she had no interest in accepting, but they all snapped their attention to the doorway as they burst in.

They were having a bit, the run and adrenaline seducing the air from their chests. Annabeth, with her head previously in her hands as she curled up on the couch, looked up in confusion.

Nico froze in his attempt to catch his breath. Frank and Percy were bending over the body, smoothing the sheet over the girl, and in the action, Frank had stretched his arm across the space, putting his entire coat sleeve on display.

Hazel and Will were still lost in their breath, but Nico sobered up nearly immediately. He kept his eyes trained on the other boy’s sleeve for a long moment - just long enough for the silence to become heavy as the others grew impatient.

He finally spoke out, meeting the other boy’s wide, nervous eyes.

“Frank,” Nico’s voice was serious as sin, “is that a bleach stain on your sleeve?”

The other boy would have gone pale if he hadn’t already been so. “I - I….”

“It was you,” Will realized, “It - it had to have been.”

Reyna’s sharp gaze cut to them, and when she spoke, her voice was a demand. “What are you talking about? A bleach stain?”

Hazel was shaking her head, wide-eyed. “In - in the bathroom, someone opened the bleach and used it. And Nico found a smear of blood and - and we thought that meant that whoever opened it must have been trying to cover their tracks.”

“But he wasn’t careful enough,” Nico added on, his voice dark. “Sorry, Frank. But you forget to clean up after yourself.”

“It wasn’t me,” Frank tried to claim, backing up. Leo, against the wall, flew away from the other boy, joining the others beginning to huddle him in. “I swear, it - it wasn’t!”

“Then why did you have blood on your hands?” Nico’s voice was deadly, “why did you need to bleach the evidence away?”

Frank seemed to have nothing to say, as he stuttered and stumbled over his world. “I didn’t - you have no idea -”

“You killed her!” Piper’s voice was a screech, one hand dipping into her side pocket. Deep, deep into her side pocket, before emerging with a small, blacked metal lump. Her hand was shaking as it extended out, pointed directly at the boy.

A gun.

Immediately, there was an increase of tension. Nico pushed Hazel - and by association, Will - back into the wall, baring his teeth as if that would shield them against a bullet. Jason, at Piper’s side, jumped in surprise, as he realized his own empty pockets, his own gun cradled in the girl's small, shaking hands.

“You never liked her, you told me that once, and she was always so cruel to you. She must have said something that pushed you over and - and you killed her. You killed my sister,” Piper clenched her teeth, “she was bitch, and cold-hearted, and probably deserved it but she was my sister.” She scowled, a mean look coming over her face. "And no one gets away with that."

Frank's movements became more frantic, "Piper, I swear, I didn't do it, I didn't -"

"Shut up," she hissed, "and stop lying."

"Piper, I -"

He was cut off with a gunshot, screaming loud and echoing in the small space. Against his back, Hazel let out a wounded sound into Nico's ear, clenching at her brother and Will in similar fashion. They were all disturbing shades of pale as Frank fell to the antique carpet, coloring it for the second time that night. He gasped, and so did a few of them, once, twice, before choking out and falling silent.

The silence felt like hours. It felt like days.

It was, in honest, only maybe a few seconds.

"What the fuck," Leo was horrified, pressed against the wall. "What the fuck, Piper, oh my gods -"

Piper let the gun drop the ground, making them all jump back as it hit the plush ground. “It was Frank,” she breathed out, leaning into Jason’s side, shaking. "He was covered in her blood, and he killed her. I couldn't let him -" she seemed to be justifying this to them as much as herself, and her anger that fueled her moments ago had been dismissed with the boy hitting the ground. "I couldn't stay here with him."

"It was him," Percy's sure voice seemed to convince them a bit more, his steady tone near addicting in their petrified state. "It must have been."

“But…” Hazel’s eyes were wide, staring down at the body - the new one. Frank's. “But why? Frank was...he was always so…”

“You just don’t know some people.” Percy spoke up, his voice soft as his hand circled Annabeth’s elbow. She was stiff, in a state of shock.

“Yeah,” Annabeth breathed out, “you don’t.”

Here’s how it happened:

Frank Manchu Zhang, the first to discover Drew Hayami Tanaka, attempted to resuscitate the girl for several minutes to no success. Knowing how it looked, covered in her blood and heaving for breath, he washed his hands and bleached the sink to cover his tracks. Less than half an hour after discovering the body, he returned to the party, smelling of bleach and with a small splash of discolor on his dark suit jacket. Five minutes after doing so, a scream echoed from the tea room. That is how it happened.

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i literally have a 20 page paper due in twelve hours and I only have 5 pages done. hahaha so here's a new chapter. whoooops sorry frank. :( tell drew i said whats up. i want to have this story finished by halloween, so new chapter next week! any guesses? ;) quite an overreaction pipes. perhaps....that's.....for a reason??? who knoooows. and leo - gods - you're being so quiet, arent you?? time to go half ass this paper send HELP also i changed it to 3 chapters but hONESTLY i have no idea. rough estimation???

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falllpoutboy · 4 years

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I really feel like Kane chronicles never got the energy/ support it deserved but they really were fun. do u have any cast ideas if they ever made them? like for any of the gods for example cuz I know the kids might b hard to cast

i’ve always found the kane chronicles to be underrated and relatively easier to adapt since its only 3 books so yeah i do think since rick is involved with pjoato show at disney they’ll give his entire universe a chance and adapt it after. carter and sadie will be the hardest characters to cast obviously because they’re both mixed but non-white passing and white passing respectively, but they also have to look alike since they’re siblings. zia will be of an middle eastern descent but if you give me a few minutes i could fancast the other characters like their uncle and their dad

#anon #asks #tkc

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zielshindo · 1 year

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leo, will and nico trying my fits!! ehe

-new brush who dis

also aaaa i have 2 wips that i wanted to show, one of'em is almost finished but i think I'll re-draw some parts and other wip is... I'm excited to finish it but it's %40 done i think??? i can't find enough time to paint them and i had some sketches i wanted to re-draw on digital and also there were some thumbnails from last summer and i also wanna show you guys my little plushie, Lionivil (leo-ni-will yeah obviously) he is funny

and there is a short animation project i'm working on for class, it has a really precious story that i think some people will resonate with and there are my finals.......uh so i really hope to share my work here,, my personal art as well! and thank you for your support!!!

i was not planning to write all of those under that post but... here we are. I really want to thank you all for your support!! last summer, i lost my motivation to post art online after years and i was not expecting anything but i decided to post my thalia fanart for the last time of posting art online and??? y'all motivated me so much to post again! thank you so much!

#nico di angelo #leo valdez #will solace #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #pjoato #fanart #riordanverse #rrverse #cabin 9 #cabin 7 #cabin 13 #artist on tumblr #camp half bood #son of hades #hades cabin #ziel lore

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jean-swolo · 9 years

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Summary of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series in 2 verses:

Percy: I'M GUNNA POP SOME TITANS

Percy: ONLY GOT A BRONZE PEN IN MA POCKET

Percy: I I IM HUNTIN'

Percy: LOOKIN' FOR SOME MONSTERS

Percy: AND I'M GUNNA KILL 'EM

Percy: THERE ARE 3 GIRLS WHO LIKE ME

Percy: BUT I ONLY CHOOSE ONE PERSON

Percy: ARES AND ATHENA HATES ME

Percy: AND THEY WILL FLASH FRY ME

Percy: MA LIFE'S FRIKKIN AWESOMEE

#this sucks i know #i was bored #pjo #pjoato #the lighting thief #sea of monsters #titans curse #the battle of the labyrinth #the last olympian #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #persassy #annabeth chase #calypso #rachel elizabeth dare

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thepaperbackthief · 2 years

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Hera: Perseus Jackson, can you explain why you are late?

Percy: Clarisse told me to go to Tartarus. I couldn’t find it at first but now I’m here.

#source: unknown #pjo #incorrect quotes #incorrect percy jackson and the olympians quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjoato #heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #toa #clarisse la rue

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lukelster-blog · 10 years

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Maybe? <3

Maybe there will be some Lukercy arts in the free pjo ship weeks? :/ That would make me really happy, because I love Luke and Percy together! ♥ I want more Lukercy! That would be really awesome! ♡

#pjo #pjoato #hoo #pjo ship weeks #pjoshipweeks #lukercy #luke castellan #percy jackson #heroes of Olympus

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percyjacksonfan3 · 10 years

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Unwanted Farewells

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything! Although I wish I did because Juniper and Grover are just too cute!

*Sorry for the angst!*

oooOOOooo

“You’re coming back to me.”

You let out the breath you’re holding and close your eyes. Your heart is thudding, it’s pounding, and you realize you’re shaking but that’s okay. You’re not ashamed, you don’t try to hide any of it because this is Juniper and if you can’t show her how you feel who can you show?

Her arms snake around your waist and you lean back against her, relaxing for the first time in days. You’re so exhausted, so tired of being a leader, so tired of worrying you’ll mess up- as you always inevitably do- and let everybody down. You don’t want all these people looking to you, relying on you. All the campers, your friends… you could be the reason they die in a couple of days.

Now you know what Percy means when he tells you he’s tired of it all. It’s absolutely exhausting. A person could go mad.

“Did you hear me?” Juniper’s voice is firm in your ear but you hear it waver. You hear the emotions she’s only thinly concealing from you. “Grover, you’re coming back to me.”

“Juni….” You turn, her arms falling from where they rest, and now your arms are the ones around her, pulling her closer. You take her in, her bright red hair, freckles, beautiful creamy skin, green eyes….

You love her. You love her so much it’s physically hurting you to do this.

“I’ll try.”

It’s the best you can give her. Because this war with Gaea and the giants… it will be worse, 1,000 times worse than the Battle of Manhattan. You know it. The camps know it. And Juniper does too. It’s why she’s so worried, why she’s been so tense the last little while.

“Not good enough.” She presses, staring into your eyes, looking deep inside of you. It’s like she sees your soul, nothing is hidden from her. “Come back. Promise me.”

A pause. “I can’t.”

Now it’s her eyes that close and you have to watch her lips tremble, have to see how she takes a breath, calms down and opens her eyes once more. The only hint of her almost-breakdown being the slight sheen in her beautiful eyes.

“Please.” She pleads.

It’s a broken whisper and it makes you wish, for one self-loathing selfish second, that you didn’t have to do this.

You hate yourself every time you think this, these traitorous thoughts, yet you can’t stop them. You wish, selfishly, downright selfishly, that Percy would take the burden from you once more as he always seems to do. That he would come to the rescue and save the day and lead the camp because you can’t do it and they need somebody.

But you know Percy already has more than enough to do. He’s in the Seven, who are already one their way to Greece. He’s been through so much already, Tartarus for the gods sakes, and he’s your best friend. You don’t wish this on him. Not really.

You just wish it didn’t have to be you.

Because Camp Half-Blood (and now even Camp Jupiter too) are relying on you to lead them. They count on you to make peace treaties and now lead the armies into battle, rally the nature spirits and get everybody to Greece safely.

There are others of course. Clarisse, Rachel, Reyna, Nico even…. Chiron. But you have more responsibility and pressure than ever before. You’ve never walked into a battle knowing there’s an extremely small chance of you not making it out of it.

Because Luke… you were his friend, you knew there was hope for him. And Kronos…. he’s tough, he’s scary and you yourself never could have taken him, but you knew Percy could. You believed in your best friend.

But this is Gaea. So much worse than Kronos. The earth itself, this goes against your very nature. You love the earth, you love what it creates- Juniper come from the earth, really- and now you want to go and take Mother Nature herself down and try to make her sleep once more. Percy and Annabeth can’t do this alone anymore, now they need 5 others and entire armies behind them. They’ve already been to Tartarus, already been through so much.

The battle will be so much worse. Gaea will be so much worse.

How can you do this? You’re a satyr.

You’re insecure and scared and it’s all starting to be too much.

But you can’t say that, can’t find the words to express how you feel. She knows anyway, she doesn’t need to be told. You and Juniper have been together for years now, you know each other, every little detail.

And now you’re leaving her.

“Grover.” Juniper’s voice brings you back and you look at her, knowing it could be the last time. Because this is your farewell. She can’t come with you, she needs to stay with her tree and act as a final line of defense for Camp. But you can. And you will.

You’re part of the Council of Cloven Elders. This is your responsibility.

“You will come back,” Juniper says earnestly meeting your eyes, hands on your shoulders, no room for argument in her voice. “After all of this we’ll be together. We’ll do everything we’ve ever talked about. We’ll have our family that we’ve always wanted.”

Now you really are hurting, your heart throbs in your chest and you’re breaking. You wonder if you’re crying and you know if you speak it’ll be nothing more than a choked, nervous bleat. In your minds eye you see a future, with you and Juni walking the beach here, spending days and nights together, having children. Little satyrs that run around and look like her and act like both of you…. a family. Something beautiful and special and something you want. Desperately.

Something precious.

It’s gone in the blink of an eye but it haunts your mind.

“I love you.” She says, knowing without you needing to say it. You’re too emotional for this. She knows everything you’d need to say anyway, you’ve already told her.

Your throat has a lump that you work around to speak as you reply with the only thing that would be appropriate to show what you feel.

“I’m coming back to you.”

oooOOOooo

#pjo ship weeks 2014 #gruniper #pjoato #pjo fanfiction #grover #juniper #heroes of olympus

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