#percy jacksoon au
“Her hair is as dark as ebony and her eyes—her eyes reveal a storm, much like your own.”
[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]
genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au
word count:1.2k
rating:pg-13
warnings: vulnerability, some sweet moments, mommy issues?!
a/n: wow. i havent been active or written on tumblr in so long i cant even remember how to properly format shit omg. anyway, hello friends! this year has been absolutely crazy, and so much has changed in my life, but long story short: ya girl finally caught feelings. and ive been too busy entertaining my boyfriend to properly write. eeeekkk omg i have a whole ass mans wtf. so…yeah…here is the much belated next installment to this drabble series! hope you enjoy. i love this chapter so much. xoxo
the fifth summer – in which you meet her
One of the things you’ve always hated about being a demigod is that dreams are often a direct reflection of reality or an illusion caused by Phantasos, so it’s difficult to tell what’s the truth. Though in this case, you might already be dead.
“You are not dead.”
The voice is smooth like honey, yet stern and powerful all at once. Never have you heard this voice before, but you feel…comforted. Safe. Things you usually don’t ever feel as a demigod since monsters are always lurking. But at this moment, you feel yourself relaxing—letting go of your worries.
In the vacant space that was before you moments ago is now a beautiful woman. The finest silk is draped across her body, accentuating her feminine curves. Beads of gold and precious jewels adorn her wrists and fingers. Her hair is as dark as ebony and her eyes—her eyes reveal a storm, much like your own.
“Athena,” you breathe, recognizing her immediately.
Like any other demigod, you’ve always imagined what it would be like to meet your godly parent. Most of the kids at camp have never had any sort of direct interaction with the gods, besides being officially claimed. You’ve always heard that the gods are too busy, though maybe it’s just because they have too many children to keep up with.
You have only ever felt your mother—through signs—when in danger. So, finally seeing her and directly hearing her voice placates you.
The goddess of wisdom and battle strategy takes a step closer to you, and the act seems to knock the wind out of your lungs. Your senses are filled with the aroma of olives and nectar; it’s almost too much. Just when you think you’re going to succumb to these sensations, one sharp look from Athena pacifies you.
“Calm yourself, child,” she seems to chastise, like an actual mother would do. “I thought I created you better than this.”
You’re at a loss for words. “Did I do something wrong? I just—I’m shocked to see you…”
At the trail of your words, Athena can tell that you’re holding back. For just a moment, her eyes soften in the slightest. “I know I am not the most involved in your life”—an understatement of the century, you think— “but I am proud to be your mother.”
“Really?” You feel like a child seeking approval.
“Just because I do not always intervene in your life, it does not mean I am not watching over you,” she says. “I always have, my dear.”
Warmth pools in your stomach at her genuine disposition. “Thank you…mom.”
A soft grin lights Athena’s face, and you see the curve of your own smile in hers. You try to encase this moment in your mind; you don’t want to forget a single bit of it. Her smile, the way she smells, how her hair is pinned up—you want to remember it all.
“So, why are you here now?” you can’t help but wonder.
“Physically, I am not with you,” she admits, “because you are not awake.”
“You said I didn’t die…” in the water.
Athena nods. “Yes, you are very much alive. Just asleep. I came here to tell you to wake up.”
“And how do I do that?”
“That I cannot help you with,” she sighs. “It is something you must do on your own. However, I think, perhaps, finding something of motivation should do the trick.”
Motivation? Was waking up not motivating enough? Why did this have to be so difficult? As you think of a possible valid reason to wake up, you lock eyes with your mother. How strange that you have the same eyes as her.
“I believe you know what motivates you,” her eyes twinkle for a second, and you would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention. “Think a little deeper, dear. I am sure something will spring to mind.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you deadpan.
“I think you do. In fact, I am almost positive it is wading through your mind at this very moment.”
“Mom.”
“Daughter.”
You blink. “Are you being serious right now?”
“I think that Jeon boy is rather interesting, would you agree?”
You release a breath. “The son of Poseidon? I thought you hated the sea god.”
Athena’s brows furrow. “I do—that rivalry has withstood ages. Poseidon is a pompous idiot, and I will stand by that statement until the end of my immortality. However, I do have to admit I sometimes do not hate his offspring.”
“I don’t like Jeon Jeongguk.”
“I never said you did,” the goddess nearly laughs, and you freeze.
You feel heat rise up your chest and spread across your face. “I didn’t mean it likethat.”
“Of course not, dear,” Athena muses, clearly struggling to keep a smile off her face.
“He annoys me, mother,” you sigh, attempting to move past your momentary lapse of character. “Like a literal thorn in my side.”
“All I am going to say is, I have been watching you these last few summers. And I have never seen anyone exude as much passion as you have when it comes to that boy,” she says. “Remember, love and hate are two sides of the same coin.”
You roll your eyes. “There is no such thing as love between Jeongguk and I. It is all hate.”
Athena gives you a knowing look, but she doesn’t tease you again. Instead, she takes another step closer to you—mere inches away now—and brings a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear. For a second, her stormy eyes become a kaleidoscope of colors; as if every emotion is passing across. Colors you’ve never seen make an appearance and you try to take them all in—swearing you’ll never forget a single one.
“Wake up, okay? I will see you soon.”
As the last word slips past her lips, the image of your mother begins to fade. Almost foolishly, you reach a hand out to stop the disintegration. But with a blink, she’s gone and you’re all alone again.
Only now, the emptiness of the space begins to suck you in. And you allow it; you allow the darkness to devour you. Maybe the fates have decided to pluck your string for real this time. Still, your mother’s words ring in the back of your mind.
Motivation.
You think hard about what motivates you. For one, your father—he motivates you; though, not necessarily anymore since you’re focused on camp. That’s another thing—your cabin; they motivate you to be a great leader, though you don’t necessarily do it for their approval. So, what really motivates you then?
Almost shamelessly, you know what your greatest motivation of all is—the person who has pushed you, indirectly and nearly accidentally, to do everything you’ve done for the last five summers. The person you have wanted to surpass. The person who irritates you to no end, yet you can’t seem to escape.
Your mother was right, but you don’t want to admit it—not even to yourself.
This is so silly, you can’t help but think. I can barely tolerate him…why is he always the root of all my problems? Though, I guess being a pain in the ass does result in a good source of motivation.
Suddenly, the darkness around you begins to crumble, and brightness fills your senses. The light is warm, and you feel yourself being transported.
Then, your eyes open
