Based on "Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy. My mate sent me this song and I'm just addicted, I couldn't not write a song-fic about it. This is about any lesser demigod during the PJO series but I thought Ethan suited it because he's bitter and angry.
Young Volcanoes
When Rome's in ruins we will watch it crumble to dust. Because we are the lions, finally free from the coliseums, and we're seeking our revenge. When Greece is breaking we will throw the shattering blow. Because we are the helots, breaching your containment of us, and we're eyeing your comeuppance. When Olympus is falling we will stand there above you, the broken gods, and your children.
In poison places, the places your children fear to go, we reside because we are anti-venom. We're the cure, Mother Earth's cure of you. You see, we're the beginning of the end. And tonight the foxes will hunt the hounds, the foxes will hunt your wolves. Will you weep? And you see it's all over now, it's all over before it has even begun: we've already won. Because we are wild.
We are like young volcanoes: angry and blowing smoke, this is your warning of what's to come.
We are wild. You try to hide us as Americana, lost to history, safe and out of sight. You act like we're exotica; a fiction in your beautiful fantasy. But we'll twist that dream into a nightmare. Look: didn't you think we would wanna feel a little beautiful down here? Yeah! But we're hidden from your sight like some bad disease!
Oh! That's all we wanted. Just to feel a little beautiful, a little bit loved. Come on, admit it, and make it easy for us both. Just say we never mattered. Better yet, run it up the flagpole, above your castle in the sky. But we will prove you wrong. We will show you how to make boys next door out of assholes. We will show you that we're worth more than your blatant disregard.
And tonight the foxes hunt the hounds, we hunt your wolves. Will you shed a tear when we catch them? Or will you show them the same side of your cheek that you showed us when we needed your help? Can't you see that it's all over now, before it has even begun? If you can't you may need to step a little closer to see that we've already won. You may need to step a little closer just to back away from the cliff you're standing on to buy yourself a little bit of extra time before we force you over it to your destruction. Whilst you're here just take a little peek at how wild we are.
We are like young volcanoes: hot headed and uncontrollable, too powerful for our walls to hold and too powerful for you.
We are oh-so wild, bursting at the seams and ready to go. Because whilst we've been abandoned down here to remain as Americana we've gotten lonely. It's lonely being ignored you know? Left as exotica has made us that bit crazy and oh-so wild. So wild that we're even starting to feel a little beautiful baby! Yeah! And it may have come from the depths of Tartarus but that'll do because we'll cling on to what we don't have, what we need, to keep us alive!
We are like young volcanoes: bubbling and fighting at our container, we're unstoppable and ready to boil over and smother you in our hatred.
Do you see how wild we've gotten since you've left us to rot away as your Americana? How deranged and bitter we have become because you've kept us as your exotica, only to be heard of and never noticed. How does that make you feel? Do you feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah! I bet! All perfect and sparkly and shit up there in your floating home at the top of the sky, you couldn't care less about us. Just know he cares about us and therefore we care about him and not of you anymore. We don't need your love anymore, we have our hatred to feed us. Oh!
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