[ Greek Mythology - The Tale of Ganymede ] ( AU where Zeus wasn't an absolutely awful POS and the blame for his actions is on someone else ) <House of Ballons - The Weeknd>

Mortals had always told tales of the gods. Not a detail was left out, nor was the carnage softened by glass table girls and sweet wine. It was brutal, beautiful and wickedly fascinating; Their world, astray from the limitations of man.

Zeus had decided on a young commoner mortal to be his cupbearer. Knowing the tendencies of any Greek god, that also meant to be his lover. His toy, plaything, muse, whatever your heart inclines to call such a ghastly postion.

Your life wasn't good, though it wasn't bad either. A young soul desperate to be wanted was sure to find it's place, even if it was in the possessive grasp of Zeus himself.

So it was. Zeus took on the form of a massive eagle for sheer flamboyancy and essentially kidnapped you.

You stood before Zeus, watching as he toyed with a long strand of your hair. Your arms and thighs were marked with the harsh lines of tallons, and your body was ridden with confusion, fear, and a strange sense of comfort. "Why did you bring me here?" You whispered, your voice causing his eyes to narrow slightly. He removed his hands from where they had gently held the back of your head and cheek, admiring you like a small statue. His voice was like the wind, silky yet sharp as to purposefully dig into the depths of your chest with a lustful melody. "You belong to me." He brought a longer strand of your hair to his lips, toying with you as he bowed slightly. "You belong to me." Zeus reiterated, one hand resting lazily behind his back as he flicked his gaze over the marks he had left.