daughter of the earth

  Zeus created the law millenniums ago: the Gods of the Sun and Moon must never meet. Y/N had tried to acquire more information on why, but it seemed like a delicate subject that everyone seemed to dance around.

  All she knew, was that the god of the moon was off limits.

  Y/N turned her head to where a dainty sun dial lay. 5:46, nearly time to raise the sun.

  The Goddess of the Sun ran a delicate hand through her glowing hair and gently wiped the sleep from her eyes. As she sat up her hair fell across her back in gentle waves.

  She made her way over to her wardrobe and with a soft strum of her lyre that rested atop her desk, she summoned three of her muses; Calliope, Urania, and Thalia.

  “Oh Y/N!” Calliope called out with the voice of an angel. Her sisters trailed in behind her, all dressed in similar golden gowns, “I have found the most exquisite dress for you!”

  “Oh really?” Y/N asked with a quirk of an eyebrow, “what’s the occasion?”

  “We are throwing a ball for the Solstice!” Thalia said with an excitement.

 “You guys shouldn’t have!” Y/N said with her golden eyes gleaming. “Well let me see this glorious dress!”

   Urania lifted the long piece of fabric she held in her arms to display it to Y/N. It was a floor length dress adorned with a gold shimmery mist and a sheer cape that would trail at least a few feet behind the goddess.

   “It’s gorgeous,” Y/N beamed, “what would I ever do without you?”

  Y/N was dressed in her new attire; the dress was form fitting and gleamed in the sunlight, the sheer cape flowed behind her at least three feet. Her hair was done up in complex braids with flowers woven in between.

  She headed towards her chariot. It shone in the sun as she stepped into it. Her four white stallions bucked their heads as if to say hello.

  “Good morning, my loves,” Y/N said grabbing ahold of the gold reigns that were embellished with soft orange jewels.

  With two light pulls, they were off.

  The horses galloped, their hooves raising into the sky. Higher and higher they soared, painting the night sky with the shades of dawn.

  She continued across the sky, pulling the sun behind her. Waving and smiling at the nymphs picking daisies and the centaurs galloping in the fields as she went.

   This was her favorite part of her duties, greeting her people and bringing them the light they needed to survive. The birds chirping and the serenity of the sky, she couldn’t ask for more.

  The truth is, she hadn’t a clue of what she was missing out on.

  “What about Roses and Lillies?”

  “Marigolds and Poppies!”

   “Sunflowers are the obvious way to go!”

   “Baby’s Breath and Yellow Daisies?”

   All of the nine muses argued trying to decide what flowers should adorn the palace for the ball.

  “Hmm, why don’t we do them all?”

   Everyone’s heads turned towards the entrance to the ball room, at the top of the stairs stood Persephone, the Goddess of the Spring. Dressed in a beautiful green dress with golden details, which complemented her deep skin beautifully.

  “Oh, Persephone!” Y/N hurried over to her friend, “I wasn’t sure if you would be able to make it!”

  “Well, technically I don’t have to return to my beloved husband until the day after the Summer Solstice,” Persephone grinned enveloping Y/N in a hug.

  “Oh, I’m so glad!” she withdrew from the hug, “Now let us prepare!”

  The banisters were now decorated with silk and there were flowers in every possible spot. Marigolds, Chrysanthemums, Roses— if you could name them they were there. The Goddess of Spring did not take her flowers lightly.

  The hall had soon filled with every Greek God, minor and major. Some muses played music in the corner, while the rest led the gods in dance, everything  was running smoothly.

  Until an odd feeling settled in Y/N’s gut. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it— it was a mix of serendipity and yearning.

  Like any hostess would, she continued on. Making small talk and dancing across the ball room floor. Soon becoming exhausted from the commotion, she headed towards the large table that held refreshments.

  “Oh, Dionysus, I should’ve known you would be guarding the wine.”

  “You know me too well, dear sister,” Dionysus laughed taking a swig from his chalice.

  A smile formed on Y/N’s lips as she took a glass of Ambrosia, spinning around so she was beside Dionysus, “Are you even able to call me that?”

  Dionysus rolled his eyes, “Fine... distant relative.”

  “Sounds dreary, but it is more accurate.”

  “Ah, my Y/N, always the perfectionist,” he said with another gulp of his concoction. 

   Y/N raised an eyebrow as her gaze fell upon a stranger.

  His dark hair was sleeked back, emphasizing his cheekbones and jaw. He was dressed in a silver suit with a black shirt beneath and a tie to match.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

  Neither could the rest of the party apparently.

  The music slowed to a stop and all eyes were on the mysterious man. It was silent until a voice boomed, the voice of Zeus himself, “Sirius Black.”

  “Ah, King of the Gods, how nice to see you again,” the man, Sirius, said with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a sly smile playing on his lips.

  Zeus looked at Y/N, then back at Sirius, “I think it best for you to leave.”

  Confusion was evident on her face as Persephone made her way over to her, attempting to shield Sirius from her gaze.

  “Y/N, you should go, its not time...” Persephone set her hands on Y/N’s arms, trying to move her.

  “Oh come on, Big Guy,” Sirius said as he walked closer to where Y/N stood, “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about my outlawed beauty.”

  Outlawed?

  Realization stuck Y/N.

  “Sirius Black,” she uttered aloud, “the God of the Moon.”

  Y/N didn’t know how to react. She shot a startled gaze to Persephone, who only backed away. Y/N wasn’t supposed to ever see him. For he was illegal; her forbidden fruit. Yet... she couldn’t help but feel accustomed to the man.  

  Sirius turned to her and gave her his infamous lopsided grin, “Hello, love. Sirius Black at your service. ”

  “Hello indeed,” Y/N mimicked his flirtatious tone with a smirk.

  He turned back to Zeus and said with a longing look in her direction, “Now I understand why you kept her hidden for so long.”

  “Step away from her!” Zeus boomed once again.

  Disobeying the King, he strode over to the goddess and turned her chin up.

  “Let’s go, mi sol,” he said, the light of the sunset shining through the glass walls illuminating his every detail.

  Y/N felt hypnotized as the word left her lips, “Okay.”

 She remembered the nights when the Black brother’s would come home from holiday, covered in bruises and cuts. She remembered how she wept for them. Deep in her mind, she knew they would survive, for they had each other.

   That was no longer the case.

  Sirius Orion Black had abandoned his brother. He had up and left number 12 Grimmuald place without saying a word to his sibling. He now parades around the school with his group of lunatics, calling them his brothers. Acting as if his younger sibling had never existed.

  In the end, Sirius hurt Regulus more than their parents ever could.

  Night after night, Y/N held Regulus as he sobbed. Held him as he yearned to be wanted. Y/N wanted him. Hell, she loved him. But, he was far too broken to realize.

  Y/N turned on her side to face Regulus. He slept in a long sleeved black shirt, ashamed of the marking that branded his left forearm. Y/N blamed Sirius. If he were to help his brother, take him with him. Regulus would not be this hurt. He would not be ashamed. He would not be this broken.

  Ice flooded into her veins and a fire took flame in her heart. She studied Regulus’ face in his sleep, wondering how anyone could ever harm him. His bright mind and beautiful soul. A frown formed on her lips.

 Quietly, so she wouldn’t wake Regulus, she sat up on the bed and left the dorm. Her bare feet padded on the steps as she made her way out of the Slytherin common room. Her legs moved faster and faster towards the painting of the fat lady.

  “Open up!”

  The fat lady was startled awake, “What are you doing! Young lady you ar-”

  “Let me in! Goddammit!”

   The door slowly swung open with mumbles of “disrespectful child”, “Slytherins”, and “interupting by beauty sleep” leaving the fat lady’s mouth.

  The Griffindor common room was all but empty, besides James and Lilly shacked up on the couch, snoring softly. If she had her head on straight at the moment, she would have debated waking them.

  “Potter!” Y/N yelled, her wand in her hand, “Where is he?”

  Lilly was the first to wake, “Y/N? What the bloody hell are you-”

  James quickly stood up as he came to a realization of what was happening. His body was now shielding Lilly’s, his hand ready to unsheathe his wand.

   “Where is he, Potter?”

   “Where is who, Y/L/N?

   Quiet steps descended down the stairs from the boys dormitories. Speak of the devil.

   Sirius wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Prongs, what’s-”

   Y/N’s right arm quickly shifted, aiming her wand at the elder of the Black brothers, “How could you?!”

  Sirius quickly jumped back at the sight of the wand being pointed directly at him. He reached for his waist, but soon realized that he had left his wand upstairs. Slowly, he reached above his head, showing the girl he was unarmed.

  James and Lilly watched in confusion as the scene unraveled, both of their wands drawn.

  Y/N’s wand shook in her hand, “He’s broken...” her voice cracked on the last word. Tears stinging her eyes, “and its your fault!”

  “Doll, I’m sorry, about whatever I did, but please-”

  “You don’t even know?” Y/N gripped her wand tighter, “Regulus! You’ve destroyed him, Sirius.”

  Sirius’ name sounded like poison on her tongue.

  “You’ve fucked him up more than your parents ever could,” tears began to fall from her eyes.

  Sirius looked at her in pure shock, eyes tearing and hands shaking.

  “Expelliarmus!”

  Y/N staggered as her wand was forced from her grasp. An extremely worn down looking Regulus Black stood in the entry way of the common room with her wand in his hand.

   “C’mere, love,” the words left Regulus’ lips at barely a whisper. But, Y/N heard. Tears were now rapidly falling down her face as she softly crashed into him, like she was afraid he would break. Against his neck she mumbled variations of “I love you”.

  Regulus’ hand rested on her lower back and his forehead pressed against her temple, “And I you.”

  The couple turned to leave, but Regulus turned back. His tired eyes focused on his brother and single word left his lips:

  “Why?”

  “My dear brother, I-”

  “Why did you leave me behind?”

  Sirius’ Adams apple bobbed, “I-”

  Regulus’ hand reached out for Y/N’s, “I would’ve followed you, Sirius. To the end of the world and back.”

  Tears welled up in Regulus’ eyes and Y/N gripped his hand tighter. In this moment, Regulus Black spoke the last words he ever would to his brother,

  With your eyes still closed, you frowned when you didn’t feel his body. You stretched your clothed arm over to the opposite end of the bed, confirming he wasn’t there. A pout formed onto your plump lips. Slowly, you poked your head out of the sheets. Blinking your eyes opened, you searched for Harry around the room. 

  When he wasn’t anywhere in sight, you huffed and threw the covers off of you. The only thing left to keep you warm was Harry’s sweater that reached mid thigh and your fluffy socks. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you stretched your legs over the  side of the bed and made your way out into the living room where you heard gentle guitar strums. 

  You paused at the doorway and peeked around into the living room, where the lighting was much less harsh. There sat your lover on the couch half asleep, curled up against his guitar. A sigh left your lips as you saw his state.

  You were so tired from work yesterday that you crashed out when you got home. Harry had been up for nearly a day straight working on a new song he wanted to release for his fans.  You had tried to make him come up to bed with you last night, but he never made it. You had no doubt in your mind that he had been up all night long.

 Padding over to where he laid, you carefully removed the guitar from his grasp. Making his eyelids flutter open, revealing his pale eyes. “Morning Haz,” you said setting down the guitar and sitting next to him. Where he immediately curled up and rested his head on your tummy. His arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. 

  “Good morning, my love,” he spoke softly as you played with his soft curls. 

  “You can’t keep doing this, babe,” you said, making him move his head to look up at you, “You need to sleep.”

  “I know, I’m sorry,” he began, kissing the exposed skin where your his sweater had ridden up.

  “C’mon,” you said taking a hold of his hand that had previously been resting on your thigh, “let’s get you up to bed.”

  As you stood up, Harry came up as well, holding onto your hand as you led him to your shared bedroom.

 “I love you so much, Y/N,” he said sleepily, resting his head on your shoulder. 

 A god. A young god that wouldn’t know how to make you scream. Young and inexperienced is what he was. 

Nonetheless, he was a god. Clad in Gucci from head to toe. Resting in the seat beside you. His head resting on his hand with his curly hair falling in his face and a goofy smile plastered on his lips.

“Come on, love,” he grinned up at you, “I’ll make this the best night of your life.”

You mimicked his position, your head now resting on your hand.

“Oh, baby boy, I know your type,” you faked a sympathetic frown, “and I know you won’t be able to please me.”

Harry quirked up an eyebrow, leaning up off of his hand. Signaling the bartender for another round of shots.

“Is that so?”

As the bartender came round with another tray of shots, you picked one up and tilted the burning liquid into your mouth before continuing.

“Very much so, baby.”

“I’m twenty three, hardly a baby if you ask me.”

You smiled as you watched him bring a shot to his pink lips.

“Well, i’m twenty nine, and prefer my men…” you trailed your finger up his bicep, “experienced.”

 He set his arm on your knee, the cold metal of his rings sending a chill down your spine.

  “Who needs experience when you’ve got skill?”

His hand began sliding up your thigh, before it met with the thin material of your little black dress.

  You rested your manicured hand atop his and gently moved his hand off of your leg.

  “Sorry, baby boy,” you said as you rose from the bar stool and made your way away from him, “maybe next time.”

  His eyes continued to linger on yours as you swayed your hips as another man caught your interest. 

  Harry watched as you sat down at his table and flirted. Batting your long lashes at him and making as much physical contact as you could. 

  After a few moments he watched as your lips came close to the strangers ear. Whispering something that made him smirk and raise a brow.

  You stood with this new man, and began making your way to the exit. 

  “Ah, there you’ve run of to, love.”

  Your head quickly whipped around to meet with the same young green eyes you tried so hard to escape before.

  He was now at your side, his hand snaking around your waist. Dangerously close to your bum.

  “You know ‘em?” the man you were previously with asked.

  You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Harry had for you.

  “Of course she does, shes my girlfriend,” he beamed.

  Your eyes widened in shock, you were about to protest. But, before you could Harry had pulled you away.

  You were more than upset, Harry had kept you from what looked like an amazing fuck.

  “What the hell was tha-”

  You began angrily, but Harry’s lips smashed against your own. 

  It was heated, his hands grabbing at your ass and yours knotted in his curls.

  When you finally broke apart his lips were slightly swollen and you soon felt his warm breath on the shell of your ear.

  “Tha’ wasn’t very nice, now was it princess? Leaving meh alone to watch you flirt with some other wanker. When I know I could make you feel so much better than he ever could.”

  You gulped, shocked at the words coming out of the boys mouth. You were left speechless. 

  “Now, why don’t we get ou’ of ‘ere.”

   His lips were attacking your neck and his hand under your dress. Hand on your bare ass.

  Your fingers were pulling at his hair. A low moan left your lips as he found your sweet spot. 

  Quickly you pushed him off of you and turned him around, his back to the wall. So, that you two had now  switched positions. Your lips kissed along his jawline as your hands fumbled with his belt buckle. His prominent dick visible through his trousers. 

  He pulled your chin up so his lips could meet yours. In between kisses you mumbled, “Can’t... undo... it.”

  The two of you broke apart for a moment as he undid his belt and pushed down his pants. You took this opportunity to unbutton his blouse and push it off of his broad shoulders. 

  “Hm,” he said in a low voice, “I think you’re wearing far too much.”

  His arms snaked around your back so that he could unzip the dress. As he did, the dress fell and left you bare. You hadn’t felt a need for a bra or panties, seeing that it was a strapless dress and you knew you would be getting laid

  His eyes immediately darkened upon seeing you naked. As his lips were on yours once again. His boner pushing up against your thigh. You pushed your hand down and wrapped it around his length, slowly stroking him. 

  A loud groan left his mouth and he pushed you so you were now laying on his bed. Silk sheets molding around your bare body.

 “Spread your legs, darling,” he whispered in your ear. 

  You did as you were told and his head made his way to your heat, peppering kisses along your belly.

  “Look at this pretty little pussy,” he ran a finger through your folds, “nice and wet for me too.”

  Whimpers left your lips repeatedly as his fingers teased your cunt.

  “Fuck me already, Harry!” you groaned out as you bucked your hips.

  He hummed, “Is princess ready for my cock?”

  He wrapped his fingers around his length and began stroking himself, his tip red and leaking precum.   

  “Yes, Harry, please!”

  He rubbed his tip up and down your folds before pushing in. A loud moan left your mouth at the pressure. And he released a loud breath.

  Moans and whimpers, along with skin slapping skin filled the room as Harry picked up his pace. Pounding into you, like nothing you had ever felt before.

  His thrusts began to get sloppy and he started rubbing your clit. Letting you know he was close. 

  A familiar build up began in your abdomen as you felt yourself reaching your high.

  “Harry, I’m gonna-” a loud moan left your mouth as you came undone on his cock.

  A few thrusts later, with loud groans and a scrunched up look on his face, Harry pulled out and came undone on your chest. Collapsing next to you, he wrapped his arm around you and held you close.