The Eye Of The Storm ☔️

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Eros Reader.

~ Raised by a mortal mother in cramped old New York, ____ had always felt a pull towards Greek mythology, perhaps from her mother drilling it into her head since she was a babe. Nevertheless, she had never expected to become a part of that world.

When a summer day turns deadly, she is forced into a world where the myths she had been infatuated with since she could understand how to speak are a reality. A dangerous one.

One day, she meets him, a boy with sea green eyes and a dangerous destiny, as the gods whisper and war brews their fates interwine in ways no one could have imagined.

And when her clipped wings grow back.... the gods will remember exactly why they cut them in the first place.

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Prologue

Summary - Maeve Williams' conversion with Eros leaves her with sinking doubts about her daughters future.

12 years ago

A woman stands on an old stairwell outside a run-down looking apartment in New York city. Her arms shake as if her body itself rejected the act of handing over her baby. She gently hands over the newborn that she had been holding to her chest so lovingly a moment beforehand, albeit with scepticism. Her eyes locked on her bundle of joy as she fusses in the hold of someone other than her mother.

The man stares at the tiny human in his arms, a look of complete and utter guilt painted over his heavenly features. Maeve, the baby's mother wondered how such a thing was possible after the birth of their baby, but she had to remind herself she wasnt that idiotic.

The guilt ate at her too, but she forced herself to focus on the good things in her life including her newly born daughter.

A quiet question weighed on Maeve's mind as she watched the man, her daughter's father, look the baby up and down over and over again, almost as if he was trying to make sense of her existence. The sounds of the busy city had long since been drowned out by the sight in front of her and the rushing thoughts coursing through her conscience like a river after a terrible storm.

“Will she be okay?” Maeve asked but received no answer.

“There is no doubt that she will be scarred, but she will live.” the man held little to no affection in his tone “there will come a day when she will wish to know who i am, perhaps even find me. As long as she lives with you , you must not allow it to happen. She will be claimed when the time is right, but only I am to decide when we are to meet again”

“She's your daughter.” Maeve pushes down any annoyance, not willing to show her anger at the Greek standing on the old stairwell with their infant. However Maeve did not expect the small but sure amount of emotion in his eyes as Maeve protested his plan of practical lifelong abandonment for his own child.

“Which i how i know she will never forgive me, but if you raise her, you may have a chance”

“It had to be done” Maeve whispered desperately as despair crawled into the forefront of her mind from where it had been looming in her subconscious. “It had to be done Eros, you said that!” fear gripped Maeve as doubts flickered to life like a flame growing bigger and bigger until it became a fire, rapidly burning away her own comfort.

Then the man, Eros, threw the gasoline. “I did say that. I meant it.”

The god of love gifts the baby suitably in his arms, he runs a finger down from the crown of her head to her heart. “Stay loving, little one.”

Maeve turned and shielded her and her daughter as she learned to do so long ago.

The tiredness of the last few days caught up to her swiftly as she retreated back inside her small but homey apartment.

She could only hope that eros was right and that if she raised her daughter with love, that she would forgive her for what they - for what she had done.

Exhausted, she closes her eyes for just a moment. The brief but pleasant peace relaxing her weary bones.

Tucking her baby into her bassinet, Maeve sat in her own thoughts, In the silence given to her, almost like a gift of sorts. But not quite.

Not with the thoughts whirling around as if their consent presence was going to change the past. What she had done. No, that couldn't be changed.

(Name) Williams

"Love isn't given. It's earned."

"... that doesn't sound right-"

"Are you the daughter of eros?"

this happened this weekend, i wanted to share it with y'all but i lowkey forgot lmao

so on saturday i was planning to go out on my own. So i had to take the bus and to drive to the bus stop (i live in the countryside rip). So i NEED my car, i wouldn't be able to walk a few kilometers, especially since it was being quite hot (around 30°C) on narrow dangerous roads.

but i had to check the level of my car's engine oil. Usually i do it with my father and he checks everything, but this day he wasn't home so i had to do it alone since my mom pressured me to do it.

it was on the minimum so i put a lot of it into my car. but when i checked, i saw i put WAY TOO MUCH, and when i say way too much i mean i added thrice more oil as i should've. i called my father and sent him a picture of the level of oil. he agreeded i put way too much and told me not to drive my car until he comes back home.

So that meant i couldn't take the bus to go out.

This was literally the only thing i've wanted to do the whole week since i'm working (cuz of my summer job) and only have the weekend free (and on sundays there's no bus)

i was literally desperate, cursed so much, and thought negatively but still affirmed with no conviction that i'd still be able to drive to my bus stop.