HOLY CRAP, It's An Incredibly Sickening Collection of Bizarre Pairings
Do I need to explain the bloody obvious?
I do?
Damn.
Well, as the title implies, this fic is a series of random drabbles dedicated to obscure pairings. I will occasionally put in longer, more in depth storylines which will be scattered across the fic, and to reduce the curdling feeling in your stomach that you will experience as the result of reading this, I will try not to make it too graphic. Ahem.
Eh?
It was a dark and stormy night…(bear with me here) A tempest of cloven hooves hits the slippery cobblestones, a lonely heart desperate to reach the light at the end of the rather dark tunnel. And then…Grover saw her, the woman of his dreams, slashing the heck out of a straw dummy of Percy Jackson. She had long, stringy brown hair in strands like harp strings, a face that would make monsters take pity on her. Grover's heart went on fire, as the details of her face got clearer and clearer as the sun rose from its hiding place in the sky. Grover looked briefly at his watch, reluctant to let the sight of the enraged girl fly away from him. How long had he watched her for? Last time he had bothered to check with reality, it had been pitch black, but now the first rays of the morning trickled into Camp Half-Blood. And all that time she had carried on training; the harpies guarding the borders had given her permission to stay up all night, but for some reason none of them had spotted Grover. Then, before his new surge of courage run away from him - he couldn't take it anymore - he sprinted right up to her, wrapped his stumpy arms around her waist, and to her evident surprise and irritation, he sobbed into her greasy hair, "I love you, Clarisse!"