A Spark Of A Flame (Zeus × Reader)

Chapter 7 - Butterflies

Zeus

Gods didn't dream. Zeus knew this first hand. In all the years he had lived, Zeus had never felt the need to dream like mere mortals did. He never felt the need to even sleep. Gods don't need to sleep. They don't need to eat or drink. They don't need to worry about irrelevant matters such as those. That is why they are all powerful and above the humans.

However, when Zeus returned back to Mount Olympus that night after talking to (Y/n), he felt exhaustion ease into his godly body like second nature. And for a second all he wanted to do was lay down with the pretty mortal who was destined to be his, and fall asleep for an eternity. There was something so alluring at that thought. There was something almost frightening about the thought as well. A mixture of emotions that Zeus didn't feel often.

Zeus didn't have the energy to deal with it, however. For the first time in a millennia, he was tired. He would sleep this night away and deal with everything else in the morning. The morning will ease all of his thoughts and fears. No matter the fact that gods do not have fears. He is one of the most powerful beings in the universe. Zeus didn't worry about fears.

Zeus crossed the threshold to his chambers. Each god and goddess had their own separate chamber in the palace to do as they please. Zeus's felt barren. He forgot the last time he had spent time in here. Usually he spend his days outside of his chambers. There's too much to do always. Why take a break when you don't need one?

The walls were a pale grey. Like the skies before it starts to rain. It was freezing in here. Freezing gusts of wind blew in through the window; making the grey curtains rustle around. The room seemed unnaturally grey now as well. The bedsheets, the comforter, the pillows. All of it in this sad moody grey color. It made the room dull and uninviting. As if this was the last place in the universe that you wanted to visit.

Zeus had never questioned that before. But now he wondered if his mortal angel would like it. He wondered if she would want to be in here. On nights where the only thing he wanted to do was sleep. Zeus wondered if the chill would be uncomfortable to her. While yes as a god he could feel it, it didn't bother him as much. He didn't care about the chilling winds. But (Y/n) definitely would.

Zeus fell into the bed, messing up the grey sheets and comforter. His mind seemed a mess. Why did he care so much about what this mortal thought of his chambers? She would never see it. She would never get near it. Had Zeus gone mad? He must remember what he was doing here. He must remember that he was there to fuck her and then disappear. Nothing was different this time. That prophecy would not be coming true. Zeus will swear his godly life on that.

With that final thought, Zeus lets his eyes fall shut. He was exhausted after all. All this thinking and worrying was getting to him probably. With some finality of his thoughts, he could rest soundly until the morning. So he closed his eyes and slept.

Dreams were foreign to Zeus. So he immediately knew he was in one when his eyes opened and he was no longer in his room. Or perhaps this was a vision? Gods had visions. It's how they gain knowledge on certain topics.

He was sitting in a field. Laughter surrounded him. When he looks down at himself, he's wearing a white shirt and dark shorts. Almost like he was a regular mortal man. Almost as if he wasn't a god at all. What type of dream was this?

"Zeus!"

Zeus looked up. And there was (Y/n) - his mortal angel. And she looked like an angel. Her curly hair had those butterfly clips that he saw when they first met. She wore a white dress again. But this was so unlike the one in the club. This one screamed of innocence and happiness. Butterflies swarm her. Landing delicately on the girl as if she was breathing life into them. And it made Zeus smile.

"(Y/n). What are we doing here?" Zeus questions.

Zeus didn't want this moment to end. For all of his godly life, he had never wanted to be somewhere more than here. With his mortal angel. Zeus would rather stay here in this dreamlike space. Why would he want it to end? This felt like heaven. And he lived in heaven. He knows what that's like already.

(Y/n) turns with a laugh. A child runs to her. Their face hidden from Zeus. Zeus watches as (Y/n) picks the child up. Whether it was a boy or girl was irrelevant. What matter was who was this child. And where did they come from? What was this dream trying to tell him? Because that the moment it didn't make any sense.

(Y/n) walked over to Zeus with the child. The butterflies followed her. Zeus made a mental note of this for later. He rather not question it now. There would be a moment for that hopefully.

"Don't be silly, Zeus. You know why we're here." (Y/n) commented.

Zeus frowned at that. He didn't know what she was going on about. But he didn't really mind. Maybe this was a fantasy. Maybe this is what he wanted deep down. If he had to go through with this prophecy, at least his mortal would be (Y/n). He have an angel for a mortal instead. At least that's something to brag about.

"Here. Hold them."

(Y/n) passed over the child without any real interjection from Zeus. Zeus held the child. The child couldn't have been more than three. And when Zeus looked down at him, all he saw was a corpse. Charred to the crisp from some horrible accident with fire.

Zeus dropped the child and looked up. The scene had changed. Everything was one fire now. Everything was burning. And (Y/n) stood in the middle of it. Those hauntingly white butterflies swarming her. Like minions.

(Y/n) looked at Zeus. Tear streaks were running down her face. Her (s/c) skin was charcoal with ash. And her (dark/light) eyes seemed to be never ending. Like pools he could get lost in.

"Look what you made me do."

Zeus shot up. Sunlight streamed through his open windows. Sweat clung to his skin. And in fluttered in a strikingly white butterfly.