carry on, wayward son
part one (innocence) : chapter three
Percy had three words to describe Annabeth Chase.
What. A. Bitch.
He hadn't really run into her much after she had shoved him into the wooden "Hermes" cabin, then left him to rot. Looked at him like he was either some puppet that would dance to her every whim, or gum underneath her shoes. Like all those social workers. Like all the kids in every goddamn school they'd stuck him in.
He hated her. A lot.
He also hated that burly girl named Clarisse who'd tried to shove his head in the girl's bathroom's toilet. She'd gotten a mouthful of toilet water in retaliation, so yeah, in her fucking face, that bitch.
Percy rubbed his face. Gods, he just wanted to get some sleep.
Leaning against the wooden walls of the Hermes cabin, the demigod finally fell asleep, weak moonlight bleeding through the windows, and casting a weary halo around his sleeping features.
"So, you're new around here?"
Twin blobs peered into Percy's blurry vision, as the sun bled through the glass windows of the Hermes cabin.
"What the fuck?" Percy shot up, headbutting one of blobs, sending it onto the floor, before pinning the second blob onto the wooden floor, knee to the small of its back.
"OW, ow, ow, dude, dude, I give, I give! OW!" The blob cried out, clearing into a teenaged boy with elfin features, and chestnut colored curly hair. "Dude, what the fuck!" It yelped, as Percy dug his knee deeper into the blob elf's gut.
"What. The fuck." The demigod ground out, eyes narrowing at the twins (?) in front of him. One was rubbing his head, and the other was wheezing underneath his knee, as Percy continued to press harder into the second one's gut, irritation showing.
"We just wanted to startle you a little! Y'know, wake you up! We're sorry! Just let Travis up, OK? My mom'll kill me if she found out I let my little brother die via knee to the gut!" The first one stammered, hands in the air as a universal sign of peace.
Percy's scowl vanished, and he moved his knee out from Travis' gut. "Sorry." He muttered, crouching down to help him up. "Reflexes."
Warily, Travis took his hand, using his free one to massage his abused abdomen. "It's...alright." He replied, cracking a strained smile. "Connor and I are sorry too, for what it's worth. Just...don't go attacking random dudes in the morning, OK?" Prodding his elder brother in the rib cage, the Stoll brothers took off.
Percy buried his head in his hands. "Wow...way to go, Jackson..." It came out muffled and garbled to anyone listening, as the boy continued to mutter to himself as he pulled on his spare clothing from his backpack - black jeans, a stolen graphic tee-shirt from Hot Topic, and his now blood-spattered Chuck Taylors. Sighing, he attempted to pick off the dried blood from the canvas, but it was no use. Well, Percy supposed that the shoes were kind of getting small.
But still, it was always a huge hassle, stealing shoes. The stores were generally better watched, as opposed to clothing stores, like Hot Topic, and Spencer's. (where most of Percy's clothing was from...)
Bitching and moaning to himself underneath his breath, Percy stood up, fingering the ends of his ink-black hair, which reached almost halfway down his neck currently. Urgh, he would probably have to hack it off with a broken bottle or something. Maybe ask one of the kids wandering around with deadly fucking weapons to lend him one to chop it off with. How did these kids here manage to keep their hair short anyways? Especially the year-round ones.
"Ugh..fuck this. I guess I'll go see where all these campers are going," he muttered, glancing out at the window. Around him, Hermes campers and unclaimed campers bustled around, many checking that all their belongings were in the correct place. Percy saw a few furtive glances cast towards his beat up backpack of shit and things, and glared at aformentioned pickpockets, who backed up a step. No matter what, the unspoken rule of the Hermes cabin was - if you're going to end up going to the infirmary over it, it's not worth trying to steal.
"Hey, Hermes cabin! Line up, we're going to breakfast!" One of the twins from earlier that morning yelled over the hustle and bustle. A collective sigh seemed to ripple throughout the crowd, and kids began to shove and push for a spot in line. Percy skirted around what looked like a blossoming fistfight, and stood in the front of the line. As he was watching with Travis and Connor, the rowdy atmosphere calmed about a thimble, and the demigod turned to the still wary twins.
"Look. I'm sorry about this morning. I...kind of overreacted," Percy said, keeping his eyes on his bloodstained sneakers, scuffing the wooden floor like a chastised child.
Travis and Connor seemed to share a look, before Travis clapped a hand onto Percy's shoulder, and the other boy tensed, his entire body going taut. "It's OK, dude. Demigods go through some pretty rough shit - uh - stuff - throughout the period of time they spend before they get to camp. Just ask Annabeth. She was on the run for nearly two years with Thalia, and...and...our old cabin counselor. So, Connor and I obviously did not think our...ugh...stuff through." Percy looked questioningly at him - Travis just shrugged, and Connor seemed to smirk slightly. "We try to refrain from cursing at camp. There are little kids here, so it's kind of not a good idea to teach them less-than appropriate words, seeing as most young campers tend to go home after the summer's over."
Percy's eyes widened impossibly as the full implications of what Travis was suggesting hit him. "Oh...fuck no!" He swore, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Oh no."
Connor spoke up, a smirk plastered firmly across his face.
"Fuck yes."
Annabeth looked up from her paperback novel, over at the Hermes table, where Percy Jackson sat, poking at his eggs with a finger, looking absolutely bored.
"Hey, Annabeth," A chipper voice called, and someone sat themselves down next to her.
"Hey Will," she replied easily. "How's it going today?"
The son of Apollo sighed wearily, and smushed his face against the cool, gray marble of her cabin's table. "Travis and Connor had to take another batch of unclaimed kids back to the infirmary to be healed this morning. Ugh, Annabeth, I've been up since one in the morning. We've got to do something about all those kids who aren't claimed by their parents."
Annabeth sighed in tandem with Will, and shoveled a bit of ketchup-slathered hash browns into her mouth. "Well," she said, swallowing, "we could always try to get a quest."
Will shook his head. "Enough, with the quest thing Annabeth. Frankly, it's unhealthy. What will getting a quest do?" He held a hand up to silence the other blonde. "Let me tell you. Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing."
"Will!" Annabeth whisper-shouted, looking pointedly at the youngest Athena child, Sebastian, who was only four - and seated across from her and Will. "Sebastian is right there, stupid. Also, if you want to get on the topic of obsessions, let's talk about your lusting after Malcom's ass." She stated matter of factly, silencing herself with another mouthful of hash brown.
The sunny teen flushed dark crimson, and glared at Annabeth. "Annabeth, shut up, please."
She shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about, Will. Eat your scrambled eggs."
The son of Apollo groaned, and pressed his face flush against the cool, gray marble of the Athena cabin table once more, much to little Sebastian's innate delight.
Will groaned.
and then the end
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just kidding, hehe!
hey guys, did you miss me? i'm sorry, i was away at camp, and i didn't have any time to write - but i missed you guys so much! and yes, will x malcom might become a ship, sue me. i'm all for nico finding happiness in his own sexuality, but the thing with will just seems like a rebound to me. it takes more than a pep talk, no matter how emotional it may be, to get over a guy you've been lusting/chasing/went gay for, much less fall for an entirely new one. hellloooo rick.
anyways, ah, so, i've decided to get my shit together, and make an update schedule, and a new policy for you guys.
carry on wayward son will be updated every two weeks, on sundays.
if you read my other ongoing story, "always and forever, one and the same," that story has no real update schedule set yet, but it might have to go under editing, and rewriting, because frankly, it's run away from me...ugh...i can't get a hand on that plot anymore.
but, after those two stories are completed, i
will be leaving fan fiction.
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just kidding! hehe, did i scare anyone? sorry, i'm in a relatively good mood, i guess.
after these two stories are complete, or discontinued, or whatever might happen to always and forever, but i doubt that carry on will be abandoned. i won't be posting any stories until the story is complete. i'll then post a chapter every week. it'll give my readers - you lovely people something to base on, and hopefully, give new readers time to catch up. so yeah, when that time comes, i'll be posting a poll online for that, and you guys can vote as to which one will be posted first. i currently have three lined up, a next gen harry potter fic, named "something like fate," a fire emblem awakening fic set in modern times (it's a great game please play it oh god i am obsessed) called "of shepherds and sheep," and lastly, a gender bend percy jackson fic named "alternate bonds"
so, until next time lovelies,
ren