Child Of Hunt | percy jackson x reader

How Percy became the supreme lord of the bathroom

-Percy's POV-

A little time skip 

Annabeth got me out of cabin eleven "I need to introduce you to someone." she said, tugging at my wrists.

"Who is that 'someone'? Are they like a celebrity here or something?"

"You can say that."

When we got to that 'someone' I saw a beautiful y/h/c girl. That was Y/n.

When she saw us Annabeth called her over, "Y/n! This is Percy Jackson, Percy this is Y/n L/n."

"Hello Percy!"

-Y/n's POV-

"Hello Y/n. I have a question..." 

"Yeah"

"Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks in there." Percy pointed to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turned pale. 

"You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent." I said and stared at him, waiting for him to get it.

"My mom is Sally Jackson," he said. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead. I never knew him."

Annabeth sighed. "Your father's not dead, Percy."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say—"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us." I responded

"You don't know anything about me."

"No?" I raised an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How—"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too." Anabeth continued.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are." I said.

"You sound like ... you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink i was giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're a half-blood." Anabeth said.

Then a husky voice yelled, "Well! A newbie!"

I looked over. Clarisse was sauntering toward us. She had three of her sisters behind her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," she said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

''Erre es korakas!" Annabeth said, "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn't sure she could follow through on the threat. She turned toward Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson," I said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

He blinked. "Like ... the war god?"

Clarisse sneered. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy said, recovering his wits. "It explains the bad smell."

Clarisse growled. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse—" Annabeth tried to say.

"Stay out of it, wise girl."

Annabeth looked pained, but she did stay out of it. Percy handed me his minotaur horn and got ready to fight, but before he knew it, Clarisse had him by the neck and was dragging him toward the bathroom.

Percy was kicking and punching, but Clarisse didn't budge. She dragged him into the girls' bathroom. There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. It smelled just like any public bathroom. Clarisse's sisters were all laughing.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said as she pushed Percy toward one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. The Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking."

Her friends snickered.

Annabeth and I stood in the corner, watching through our fingers.

Clarisse bent Percy over on his knees and started pushing his head toward the toilet bowl. It probably reeked like rusted pipes and, well, like what goes into toilets. 

Then something happened. I heard the plumbing rumble, the pipes shudder. Clarisse's grip on Percy's hair loosened. Water shot out of the toilet, making an arch straight over the boy's head, and the next thing I knew, I was soaked in the bathroom with Clarisse screaming behind us.

I turned just as water blasted out of the toilet again, hitting Clarisse straight in the face so hard it pushed her down onto her butt. The water stayed on her like the spray from a fire hose, pushing her backward into a shower stall.

She struggled, gasping, and her friends started coming toward her. But then the other toilets exploded, too, and six more streams of toilet water blasted them back. The showers acted up, too, and together all the fixtures sprayed the camouflage girls right out of the bathroom, spinning them around like pieces of garbage being washed away.

As soon as they were out the door, the water shut off as quickly as it had started.

The entire bathroom was flooded. Annabeth was dripping wet, like me, but we haven't been pushed out the door. We were standing in exactly the same place, staring at Percy in shock.

Percy looked down and seemed to realise that he was sitting in the only dry spot in the whole room. He didn't have one drop of water on his clothes. Nothing.

He stood up, his legs shaky.

Annabeth said, "How did you ..."

"I don't know."

We walked to the door. Outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of other campers had gathered around to gawk. Clarisse's hair was flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket was sopping and she smelled like sewage. She gave Percy a look of absolute hatred. "You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

He should have let it go, but instead said, "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth."

Her friends had to hold her back. They dragged her toward cabin five, while the other campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth and I stared at the boy.

"What?" Percy demanded. "What are you thinking?"

"We're thinking," I said, looking at Annabeth "that we want you on our team for capture the flag."

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