A Spark Of A Flame (Zeus × Reader)

Chapter 12 - Accepting Fate

(Y/n)

"There. You're all patched up." Zeus says.

(Y/n) watched as a soft grin comes on his face. Almost as if he was satisfied with his patchwork. She assumed he was. Even if by any means, it was a horrible job. And the gauze wouldn't hold for long like it should. Though (Y/n) didn't have the heart to tell him that. Let the god before her think he did well. It wasn't harming anyone. And the smile he was giving was too cute for her to crush his spirits.

"Thank you." (Y/n) finds herself saying.

"You're welcome. I hope it holds. I've never been good at patching people up." Zeus admits.

(Y/n) watches as a small blush covers his face. He's embarrassed. That baffles (Y/n). Here she sits, a mere nobody, and the king of Olympus is blushing in front of her. And being embarrassed about his patchwork. Which to be fair wasn't that good to begin with.

(Y/n) smiles despite herself. "Don't worry about it. It's not that bad." She promises.

Zeus smiles. There's a hint of surprise in his eyes. (Y/n) watches it pop up and then disappear. There was something calming about being with Zeus. So calming it kinda wrapped around her brain in a panic. (Y/n) wasn't sure if she should be worried or if she should be soothed. For right now though, she wouldn't worry about it. The thoughts were gone. The panic was gone. There was no fire. Why would she be complaining about that?

Zeus let go of (Y/n)'s arm; gently setting it down by her side. "Would you perhaps want to walk around with me?" Zeus asks quietly.

(Y/n) hums. "Where would we even walk? It's getting late."

And as much as (Y/n) wants to walk with Zeus, she has to remind herself that the sun is dropping. That not only had Hecate warned her against going along with this prophecy, but so had Hera. And she didn't need to be threatened a second time by some god or goddess that wants to show up and disrupt her life. (Y/n) didn't need that kind of trouble lurking around. She already had enough to worry about.

"Anywhere. We could walk into the city. We could walk to the train station. Maybe get on a train if you're down." Zeus rambles.

(Y/n) watches as he sprouts out ideas of things that he could do. Zeus does this cute thing with his hands as he talks. He's animated and alive. Sprouting ideas and suggestions from his mouth as his mind runs wild. And (Y/n) finds this endearing. There's something so attractive about Zeus just talking. He doesn't have to do nothing more but talk to her. And yet, (Y/n) finds herself leaning in closer. Wanting to listen to his every word.

"Zeus. Zeus." (Y/n) finally says.

Her hands catch his. Zeus falters; his voice coming to a slow stop. Until the air is quiet between them. (Y/n) watches Zeus glance down at her hands. As if it stunned him that she had actually touched him. It probably did. However, (Y/n) was doing a lot of things, she didn't normally do today. And (Y/n) found that she liked stepping out of her comfort zone with Zeus around.

"We can't do all that. There's not enough time in the night to do them." (Y/n) says. Her gaze watching him.

Zeues sighs. "If only the night could last forever. Sadly, it can not. So which one would you like to do tonight, my angel? In the hopes that we can eventually do everything at some point."

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the dejection in his voice. She wished there was more time for them. However, (Y/n) knew that it was practical for them to have more time. The odds were stacked against them. And it seemed like everyone was trying to point them in different directions.

"Why don't we just walk?" (Y/n) suggests.

Zeus smiles. "If that's what you wish, then that's what we shall do it."

Zeus stands up. He holds out his hand for her, his other hand in the pocket of his slacks. It was such a casual sight. Almost as if this was a normal evening for the two of them. (Y/n) found herself wishing it was just a casual evening for them. Yet that couldn't happened. Not with (Y/n)'s problem. Not with Zeus being a god. Not with the prophecy hanging over them like a looming cloud always.

(Y/n) takes Zeus's hand; handing him back his jacket. "Take it back. I already have one of your jackets. I don't want to keep anymore." (Y/n) says.

Zeus looks at the jacket; not making a move to take it back. Instead Zeus pushes her hand back. "Keep as many jackets as I give you. I rather you be warm than freeze in this spring weather." He says.

(Y/n)'s heart does a stutter and then runs. Her face feels hot. How did the king of gods, a known player throughout mortals and gods alike, made her so flustered? Was this a ploy? Or was he serious? Was he just trying to sneak his way in? Did he know about the prophecy too? For the first time, (Y/n)'s mind was a mess if questions. Questions she didn't have answer to.

"Are you sure? I have jackets at home. I just often forget to bring them with me." (Y/n) pressed.

Zeus nods. Gently closing her fingers around the jacket. (Y/n) wished she knew what he was thinking. (Y/n) wished that she knew some answers to the questions in her head. Will she ever know? (Y/n) didn't know.

"I'm sure, (Y/n). Please take it. I don't want you being cold during our walk."

(Y/n)'s heart wanted to stop at the sincerity in his voice. A small soft smile comes to her face. "Okay then. But just this one. And no more."

Zeus smiles. "If you insist. Which way do you want to walk?" He asks.

"Towards the city."

There no one could creep up on them. Not Hecate. Not Hera. No one could interrupt her time with Zeus. They could have a moment alone. Though (Y/n) was sure that no one was going to interrupt their time anyway. Who were they to interrupt the king of gods when he's with a mortal? Zeus could smite them dead. Though gods don't really die do they?

(Y/n) shakes her head clear of the thoughts and smiles at Zeus. "Ready?"

Zeus grins. "Of course, my angel. Let's get going."

(Y/n) follows Zeus as he leads the way. They walk through the streets. (Y/n) watches as Zeus marvels over the city. It almost amazes her that the god is amused by these things. (Y/n) barely blinks an eye as she passes by things stores daily. Yet Zeus marvels as if it's something to be amazed with.

"The city is beautiful isn't it?" (Y/n) muses.

Zeus chuckles softly. "You could say that. You live in a lively place."

(Y/n) laughs. Her hand grips his tighter. Almost as if she was afraid to let go of him. Zeus has calmed all the panic in her head. He has calmed all the frantic feelings that was going through her earlier. (Y/n) could touch him and not worry about setting him aflame. Though, (Y/n) mused that he wouldn't be harmed by the fire. It still made her feel better that she could be calm with him. In some way, (Y/n) didn't want to let go of Zeus.

"There's a festival happening soon, you know. Locals throw it every year around this time. In celebration of spring and some old tradition that the town still believes in. You should come." (Y/n) says.

Zeus looks over at (Y/n). And (Y/n) wished for a moment she could read his mind. "Are you inviting me out?"

A blush bloomed on (Y/n)'s face. She felt it seat over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. "I uh guess I am. If you care to come that is. It's next week. I don't know if you have time. Or if you could make it. I know you're busy as is already. And it's so last minute."

Zeus smiles. "It's a date, angel."

A date. It's a date. Between the two of them. At the festival next week. (Y/n)'s heart wanted to race right out of her chest. Her blush worsened. She felt it sear over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. But for once (Y/n) didn't mind. (Y/n) leaned her head against his arm; soaking in his presence.

A date. (Y/n) had a date with the king of gods.