A Spark Of A Flame (Zeus × Reader)

Chapter 11 - My Mortal Angel

Zeus

Thirty minutes later, Zeus found himself sitting on a park bench. His mortal angel in front of him - a jacket that he got from "his car" over her shoulders so she wasn't cold. And his hand gently holding her arm as he wrapped gauze over the burns. Her (s/c) skin was soft to the touch. The soft blemishes in her skin covered by these burns now. And Zeus had a feeling they're leave a mark.

(Y/n) seemed unfazed though. She didn't hiss as the cream was rubbed on. Didn't blink when Zeus wrapped the gauze an ounce too tight. She didn't even flinch. Those (dark/light) eyes followed Zeus's movements without a single word. And Zeus found that slightly unsettling.

Now don't get him wrong, Zeus has seen his fair share of troubles. Done his fair share of things. He's seen things and done things that he's not exactly proud of. Yet the mortal in front of him seemed to baffle him at every twist and turn. Zeus supposed the Fates was laughing at his confusion.

"You okay?" Zeus questioned.

(Y/n) blinked and looked up to meet his eyes. "Oh yeah. Really you don't have to go through the trouble of this. It's not that big of a deal."

Zeus gave a slight grin that was a combination of amusement and worry. "I disagree, (Y/n). These burns seems severe."

Zeus avoided the question of how did she get them. He had already asked that prior and didn't get an answer. Zeus figured (Y/n) didn't want to talk about it. And for once in his whole existence, Zeus decided to respect those wishes. He wasn't going to force (Y/n) to talk about it. Gods, this mortal really was changing him.

"They won't last long. I had burns like this before." (Y/n) responds quietly.

Zeus paused his work on her arm. The gauze gets squashed in his hand. As his eyes glance up at the mortal before him. An angel on this forsaken Earth. Scratch that - his angel on this forsaken Earth. There was something about her tone that made him pause. An almost nostalgic play. It made the worry in Zeus deepen.

"You had burns like this before (Y/n)?" Zeus questions.

Zeus watches as (Y/n) pauses. There's a scared panic in her eyes. Almost as if she regretted saying anything at all. But now Zeus knew. And he wasn't going to drop the issues so suddenly. Not with the new information that she had just given him.

"(Y/n), you can talk to me. I'm not going to tell anyone." Zeus mused.

The hand holding her arm, moved to her face. Zeus was in awe at the softness of her face. His thumb runs across her cheek without any friction. So dangerously close to her lips that he could graze them. But Zeus refrained. He wasn't going to be like the god he was. He was going to respect his mortal angel. Even if it killed him to not just jump the gun.

(Y/n) sighs softly. A conflicted look on her face. "It was a camping trip. Got too close making s'mores when I was younger and my classmate pushed me into the fire. Ruined the whole trip." She whispers out.

If Zeus had felt anger before, it was nothing compared to the anger he was feeling now. Zeus wanted to throw whatever kid harmed her into Tartarus. He wanted to strike them with lightening and then bring them back so they can suffer the fact three times over. Who would dare hurt his mortal angel? And who thought it was okay to hurt her? He'd show them.

Zeus tightened his grip on her face. Leaning in closer. Her eyes flickered over his face. And Zeus for a moment lost his anger. In a flash of an eye, all that mattered was the way (Y/n) was now looking at him. Her curly hair messily framed her face. Those (dark/light) eyes filled with a softness in them. And her lips– gods those lips. Zeus just wanted to lean down and kiss them.

"I'm okay. The burn makes don't last long." (Y/n) mumbles slightly.

Zeus gives a soft click of his tongue. His hand wanders from her face to her hair. Tucking stray curls behind her face so that he could see her better. The low light of the street lamps around them were beginning to turn on. Casting a soft shadow on her face and highlighting her (s/c) skin.

"That doesn't make it okay, (Y/n)." Zeus pressed.

(Y/n) smiles at him. And gods does Zeus's heart want to flutter. He never felt this way before. This mortal was making him react like a damn mortal. This are feelings he reads about. Not actually have.

"You're too worried Zeus."

"I don't think you're worried enough. I have heard – this world is a dangerous place. And you my angel deserve so much better." Zeus rasped out.

A sweet shy smile pulled on (Y/n)'s lips. A blush blooming on her face and covering the bridge of her nose. "I believe you think too much of me, Zeus."

Right in that moment, Zeus made a decision. (Y/n) was his mortal. He didn't care if that would make him a mockery among the gods. He didn't care if the prophecy decided that another mortal would be the one he should love. (Y/n) was the mortal he wanted. She was his angel on this Earth. And he was going to cherish her like his godly existence depended on it.

"Then you must think too little of yourself, (Y/n)."

There was a pause between them. Before Zeus leaned in even closer. A coy smile on his face as his thumb finally brushed against her bottom lip. And before Zeus could resist, he let his thumb trace it. His eyes flickering down to it for a brief second before meeting (Y/n)'s eyes again.

"Because I see an angel."