A/N: Takes place during fourth book when Percy leaves with Annabeth.
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine, sadly.
Grover gasped as he felt the rippling muscles under the hard outer layer of skin. "Oh, Hephaestus!" he groaned. How I love you!"
"Dear satyr, I feel no mortal love, but you are different. I shall cherish you long after you have left this world. "
"I always knew you felt something for me!"
Hephaestus leaned over and kissed his mortal beloved. They both instantly fell to the ground and began to dig in the earth, desperate to free themselves from their prison.
They dug for forty days and forty nights, and finally reached the surface.
They spent the rest of Grover's mortal life making out. Hephaestus reached for his shaggy legs and spent the next years showing just how much he cared for him.
Then Grover died.
THE END
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