A Spark Of A Flame (Zeus × Reader)

Chapter 10 - I Got You

(Y/n)

(Y/n)'s arms were scarred with third degree burns. They didn't hurt. They never did. (Y/n) was used to these kind of things as a child. She kinda just lived with it at this points. Burns happened. But these were the worst it has ever gotten. (Y/n) had never burnt herself so bad that she was literally engulfed in flames. And of course Hecate had something to say about it.

"This is because of that prophecy. Today it's your room. Tomorrow it'll be the whole world." Hecate exclaims.

The flames hasn't simmered down at all. And the more (Y/n) listened to Hecate rant about this stupid prophecy, the more they grew. (Y/n) blankly stared at her mother. Mothers were supposed to be loving. Mothers were supposed to be wise and protecting. Yet Hecate did none of those things for (Y/n). Hecate only made (Y/n) worse.

The flames licked at the bookshelves. At her bedspread. Everything was burning in this orangey red and there was nothing that (Y/n) could do about it. Not while Hecate was here. She'll need to clear her mind. There was no clearing her mind when Hecate got to rambling.

"And now I hear that Hera is after you?! Have you lost your goddamn mind (Y/n)? You need to stop parading around with Zeus as if he's yours! This has gotten out of hand!"

"Mother." (Y/n) says quietly.

Hecate wasn't listening. She was rambling. And going on and on. About someone (Y/n) practically couldn't stay away from. And that worsened the fire. That worsened the chaos in (Y/n)'s mind. (Y/n) tried to clear her thoughts. Tried to focus on Hecate's voice only. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

"Mother." (Y/n) repeats. Her voice straining against the roar of the fire and Hecate's yelling.

Again (Y/n) wasn't heard. And it was starting to irk her. She could handle being yelled at. She's been yelled at all her life. But (Y/n) couldn't stand being ignored. (Y/n) couldn't stand not being heard. And as sweet as (Y/n) could be. That pushed her buttons more than she'll like to admit.

So instead of saying another word, (Y/n) got up. She walked out of her bedroom. Out of the house. And straight into the forest. Still engulfed in flames. The wind blew (Y/n)'s hair back. It was warm for winter. Though to be fair winter was slowly easing out. Winter wouldn't be around much longer. Not that it was a normal winter to begin with.

The trees laid bare of their leaves. Nothing was blooming. And usually this was the start of a forest fire. Yet (Y/n) kept the flames to herself. And with each gust of wind, the flames died out little by little. Eventually when (Y/n) reached the outskirts of the forest, there was no fires. The flames were gone. The only reminder of them were the burns on (Y/n)'s arms. And usually that bothered her, but tonight she couldn't bring herself to care about it.

(Y/n) started walking towards town. It was dark enough. No one will notice her. And if they did, they wouldn't say anything. She knew how to make illusions bend to her will. (Y/n) was a daughter of Hecate after all. The night didn't scare her.

"You look hurt."

(Y/n) whirled around. Standing a couple of feet behind her was Zeus. He wore a clean button down and black slacks. His hair was a mess. And those blue eyes that made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat, looked so tired. But none of that registered to (Y/n).

The only steady thought that ran through her mind was that he was here. Zeus was standing before her, concerned laced on his features. And somehow that mattered more than anything in the world. More than her flare ups. More than her arms being damaged. More than Hecate yelling at her.

"You're here." (Y/n) breathes out.

Zeus gives a half smile. The concern not leaving him. "Yeah and you're hurt, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) looked down at her arms. Her mouth drying up with zero excuses to give. What could she tell him that would give an excuse to this? She could say her house burnt down. But who is just amiably walking the streets when their house burns down? That story isn't likely at all. And she could say she burnt a dish. But burying food does not come to this type of burn. And again why are you outside when you just got burnt?

"You know you don't have to tell me. I won't pry. But we should get that looked at." Zeus says softly.

He steps forward. And (Y/n)'s brain seems to go to mush. She couldn't think straight. But instead of that being a bad thing this time, she relished in the fact. She couldn't help but want to stay in this ignorant bliss.

"It'll be fine. I can take care of it." (Y/n) says gently.

She wishes she'd brought a jacket now. Maybe he wouldn't be concerned. He's fucking Zeus. It doesn't matter if he's concern. He's the king of Olympus for fuck's sake. What was (Y/n) to him anyway? She couldn't compete with Hera. She couldn't compete with the women he went after. What was she doing here talking to him anyway?

(Y/n)'s mind jumbled up. She couldn't think straight. A flare up could happen again, she feared. A flare up that she didn't quite need to have in front of Zeus. So the next best option was to run from these thoughts.

And that's what (Y/n) did. She ran from them. Straight into Zeus's arms. She hit his chest with a soft thud. He was hard. Not that she expected him to be soft. Her head buried into his chest. Her hands wrinkled up the clean button up. And all she could do was try not to cry. Look at her. She was hiding in the arms of the king of Olympus. What has her life come to at this point?

To (Y/n)'s surprise, Zeus doesn't push her away. Instead he wraps an arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders. His hand wandered into her curly hair. Entangling the curls between his fingers so naturally, it made (Y/n) lean into him even more.

"I got you." He mummer.

Zeus holds (Y/n) steady as she says against him. She inhales deeply. And the smell of rain fills her nostrils. Normally (Y/n)'s mind would be in a panic about being this close — to anyone. Yet for the first time all day, her mind was utterly quiet.