Fantasy The Prince's Olympus {TallyHoe & Starving-Aristocrat}

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Ganymede was a handsome Trojan prince who was carried off to heaven by Zeus in the shape of an eagle where he was appointed as cup-bearer of the gods.

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Zeus and Ganymede
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The King of Gods and mortals, a powerful name in every household in Greece, Zeus was both admired and detested. By brother and foe alike, Zeus faced his own challenges along with many romantic interests. Not many mortals caught the eyes of Zeus, however, when one did, the boy would never be left alone. Admired by the God of Gods, Ganymede was swept from is place as Prince from the mortal world to be taken to Zeus.

In Zeus' admiration for the beauty, he declared the Trojan Prince his cupbearer. This allowed Zeus to keep a close eye on the Prince who soon became immortal by Zeus' doing. Such an act by Zeus caused problems in both the mortal world as well as on Olympus. For Hera was a jealous wife of Zeus, while the kingdom of Troy missed their beloved Prince.​

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Olympus was almost as the mortals described it as. The rumors of pillars that rose as high as the eye could see, chiseled to perfection for the Gods. Porcelain floors that held the Gods of Olympus, the immortals with powers beyond imaginable. As for the son of Tros, Prince of Troy, Ganymede soon realized just how the truth extended the rumors that had reached his ears. Goddesses with renowned beauty beyond words, Gods with such hearty laughter and joy yet argument and quarrel at times. Ganymede had already witnessed both amongst the Gods. Violence and

peace were both casualties for the Gods of Olympus and beyond. Even over the smallest things. All throughout, Ganymede remained by Zeus' side under Hera's despising glare.

Remaining quiet around them seemed key, while he was there mainly to serve Zeus. The God had made that clear enough. Knowing that such a God wished to have Ganymede for his own was... Intimidating. No other was meant to go near the cupbearer, or face the wrath of Zeus. However, that never stopped Hades from taking Persephone. As a child, he remembered those nights of starvation and cold. To avoid conflict, he liked to believe he did a good job at avoiding the others. Never would Ganymede cause death to a single man if he could help it. As long as he stuck to Zeus like the God requested, he doubted much could possibly happen. All he could do was enjoy himself as much as he could. Homesickness came and went at times, Ganymede was still a human despite now living an immortal life. He had feelings and emotions, ones most Gods had lost over time. Though Zeus kept him warm and comfy, Ganymede still felt alone and isolated.

The company of Zeus was an interesting past time. All his life, he prayed and worshiped Gods, Zeus specifically. Only to soon find himself standing in front of the God, feeling the hands and soft lips of Zeus. What more could one yearn for? The kingdom of Troy he would have once inherited was nothing compared to living on Olympus in Zeus' arms. The crown that would have laid upon his scalp was nothing compared to the pitcher of wine and honey in his hands to serve to the Gods. Such a responsibility would be craved by mortals without a second thought, to be so close to Zeus, enough where Ganymede found the God rather charming. There were times where he could not take his eyes away, could not stand silence long around the God. Such times included the present.

A flawless Ganymede stood beside Zeus as he sat in a chair of gold, a cup of fresh wine in his hand while Ganymede watched silently of the business between the King and Ares who was practically pleading for war and gore. Zeus made one of his infamous promises that Ganymede had heard many times. To Ares, he promised war. Zeus made many promises to Gods and Goddesses, even mortals every so often. Yet Zeus rarely had to put the effort in these matters. Eventually, the mortals would war sooner rather than later. Still, it kept them all happy, waiting for Zeus to fulfill the promises when he rarely did anything towards fulfilling the wishes. It was smart, yet also cunning. Even Ganymede couldn't help but smile to himself a bit to see the excited expression of Ares before the God bowed his head in farewell, disappearing from sight. Ganymede hated sadness and pain of others, it was why he mostly enjoyed staying by Zeus, to watch as he made most happy. Yet not all could be happy.

"It's nice to see them smile."

coding by TallyHoe​

Starving-Aristocrat

 

[Starving-Aristocrat]

Perfection. That was all that existed in Olympus, even when the gods who lived with in its magnificent structures where anything but perfect. Upon his golden throne, the king of the Gods watched and listened to all of his siblings and children as the requested aid in bringing their own aspects into the humans's lives. Right now, Ares had requested his aid as he wished to bring chaos through bloody war between two groups of men. Zeus only offered a smile to the warrior's plea as he drank from his cup. The wine tasted sweeter since he had brought Ganymede into Olympus. His beautiful presence made most of the antics and requests tolerable.

"You will have your war Ares, I promise." Zeus's voice was loud and clear as he looked at Ares's bloody grin. His promise rang mostly empty, he would do nothing to actually cause a war. Humans were bound to start one without him intervening. Even then, Ares would thank him for having done nothing. Those empty promises would help keep his status as the Gods's king and all father without him even raising a finger. Dark eyes only watched the now excited solider bow his head before leaving Zeus's presence. Alone with his cup bearer, the god finished off his cup of wine as he took a moment to allow the younger man's presence and alcohol to soothe him.

This beautiful man, this prince, was Zeus's most devout human. Offering him prayer after prayer, it wasn't long before Ganymede's voice broke though the collective of numerous people. When it did, the god couldn't turn a blind eye to the Prince of Troy. His gorgeous form and soft voice was sweeter than the ambrosia Zeus and the other Gods often drank of. He needed to capture and protect this son of man from everything that would threaten him, even time and death could not touch this being of perfection as long as Ganymede stayed by Zeus's side. The king of the Gods, ruler of lighting and thunder, would kill all who dare try to take his favored cup bearer from him. No mortal or god could dare try to separate them, for the promise of being together was one of the very few that Zeus would uphold.

His cup bearer's voice soon brought Zeus out of his thoughts as he moved to look at Ganymede. A soft, loving smile on his face as he moved to cup the mortal's face. "Don't be fooled, Ganymede. They are still fickle and their happiness can easily turn into rage. Yet, it is still pleasant to see my brothers and sisters smile over such trivial things." His whispered words were followed by a gentle kiss as Zeus partook of Ganymede's supple lips. Unaware of another God's appearance as he slowly removed himself from the action. The shadow of a woman stayed within the corner's of his eye as he turned to face the Goddess.

Dressed in a flowing white garb, stood the Queen of the Gods. Zeus turned to face his wife as he sat back against his throne. His cup extended for Ganymede to pour more wine into it as he greeted Hera. A distant smile on his face as he spoke in false happiness to the Goddess.

"Ah, my lovely wife. What brings you here?"

 

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The feeling of Zeus' familiar lips was enough to make Ganymede melt. Yet somehow, he managed to remain standing, smiling into the gentle kiss. Oh yes, Ganymede had seen the wrath of the Gods multiple times. Yet none of it had affected him since he stood beside Zeus. The God of all Gods kept him safe and protected. Something he doubted he would never be able to repay Zeus for, no amount of wine would do. Sadly, the feeling of pure joy of the kiss did not last long for Hera soon entered the room to interrupt the action. The only God that still frightened Ganymede, despite Zeus' protection.

Hera detested Ganymede, it was no secret. So much, that Ganymede had lost his smile, had fallen silent, and even hesitant when approaching Zeus' throne to refill his cup. The burning glare was set on Ganymede, even as he moved to back away from the throne, keeping his gaze on the ground they stood upon.

Lovely wife. Even Hera nearly scoffed at that. Yet she kept herself mostly composed, except for glaring at Ganymede. The pathetic mortal Prince who had managed to somehow wrap Zeus around his finger. Yet it was only a matter of time before Zeus either grew sick of Ganymede or Hera managed to reach him. "Is it so wrong for one's wife to wish to spend time with her husband?" The words sounded so overly sweet that Hera felt sick from it. Her glare never left Ganymede even as she approached Zeus. The words were clearly meant in a way of disrespect towards both.

To Zeus, who preferred the company of other's than his own wife, and Ganymede who provided that company. "Or perhaps it is the other way around?" She continued her sweet tone before finally directing her attention to Zeus, a smile appearing on her lips as she watches him. Such a God who most adored, cherished and worshiped. Yet he was the last God Hera would worship had she been mortal.

Starving-Aristocrat

 

[Starving-Aristocrat]

Hera's words and intent were not lost on Zeus as he watched the Goddess approach his throne. The false smile on his lips vanished as he took another drink from his cup. "No, but such a sour mood as the one you are in only spoils the gift of your welcoming presence." His words were clear as he moved to sit closer to the edge of his rightful seat. It was clear that he was already nearing his limit at the disrespect that his own wife had thrown at not only him but Ganymede as well. Hera's wrath and jealousy was nothing new to Zeus, but the actions she had taken in previous instances made him wary of leaving his favorite mortal within her grasp. The memory of his son Hercules and the torment she had put him through were still fresh wounds to him.

Zeus moved to stand at Hera's disrespectful words. A heavy glare entered his eyes as he simply stared at his beloved wife. After centuries of being with her, having children with her, and even marrying her to allow her to be the Queen of the Gods, yet she still felt the right to shame him. The God of Gods, the Father of All. If he wanted to take on various lovers, he was going to take various lovers. "My dear wife, I would refrain from spitting such venom from your lovely lips." Zeus's voice was calm as he moved closer to Hera. His hand soft as he cupped her cheek gently within it. If the God had the option of leaving this woman without the possibility of suffering from her wrath, he would happily take it and bow to whoever made such an appealing offer. However, such a choice wasn't available to Zeus as he stared into her eyes. "You look and sound far more appealing without such toxic." His smile was soft and cocky as he took his hand back. Going back to sit upon his throne.

The full cup back within his hand as the God took another sip. A watchful eye on Hera as Zeus gently swirled the wine within his glass. He knew that acknowledging his beautiful mortal while in her presence would only serve to upset her further. To make her rage and toxic jealousy fuel her desire to be the only lover of Zeus. "Is there anything else you need, my dear? Or do plan on gracing me with more of your lovely voice?" His question was an earnest one as he kept his eyes directly on Hera. He wanted nothing more than to continue his previous actions with Ganymede.

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The Goddess narrowed her eyes at her beloved, clenching her jaw as he spoke the bittersweet words. It was humiliation. In front of the mortal who was in the room, listening, most likely enjoying her weakness in the relationship. After taking a sharp inhale, fists clenched at her sides, she attempted to give another sweet smile to her husband, forcing her tense body to relax. The eyes of the Queen remained glued on the King, taking in his words and actions. He wanted her out of the room. He wanted to continue his abomination with that mortal. He would find a way to get rid of her from the room soon enough either way. Might as well go on her own terms.

"I'm afraid that is all. Remember, our beloved Hebe is intending to visit. I believe she must be missing her role in Olympus. Her rightful role as cupbearer." With that, the Goddess curtsied at Zeus and shot a quick, angered glare to Ganymede before departing silently, her footsteps that were usually so soft and graceful now shook Olympus with thunder upon the mortals.

Swallowing hard, Ganymede kept his gaze on his feet. There was a certain guilt that was beginning to overcome him. A guilt that had been slowly inching towards him since he fell to Zeus' side. The Goddess was eager to find a replacement for Ganymede, and quickly. It was only normal he was a bit worried about the beauty. His grip adjusted and readjusted nervously on the handle of the pitcher. "She's... Still not very fond of your choice of a cupbearer I suppose." He gave a weak laugh, swallowing hard.

His footsteps were hesitant as he walked over to Zeus on his throne, lifting his gaze to look up at him. "I don't believe she ever will, beloved." He noted before pouring more wine into his cup.

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(I really apologize for taking so long to respond. )