son of poseidon, greek hero, izuku x medusa!reader
summary: izuku is sent to slay a monster, instead, he finds the woman whose been haunting his dreams since he was child?
a/n: TLDR, medusa x hero who is sent to kill her but is actually her soulmate, discussion and brief nongraphic flashbacks to medusas(canon? lol idk ahha) backstory which include n/ncon on the altar of athena’s temple where she was a priest. smut, heavy comfort, of course, only midoriya izuku could look at the ugliest monster in the world and only see his soulmate, and he talks her through an EXTREMELY consent heavy sweet sexual experience, use of petnames my love and princess, tw for brief experience of drowning. hurt//comfort
lmk if you liked this lol i put myself out there a bit
MINORS DNI/SHORT FLASHBACK TO N*CON/DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Retired war hero Midoriya Izuku rubs his eyes, after another sleepless night of familiar dreams, paying attention to his best friend was taking all the energy he could muster.
“Athena doesn’t want a hero,” Iida snaps, taking his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose, “She wants a gullible madman, who’d do anything for a shred of,” he gestures wildly, “Greatness,” he says finally, lifting his dark eyes to meet his friend. “I can tell by your face you aren’t listening to me.” He says, more calmly.
“What are heroes?” Midoriya says, smiling guiltily, “If not, at least a little mad?” He stretched his broad tanned shoulders. “And maybe, this will bring me closer to the girl, the one I’ve been dreaming about?”
“No one,” Iida says, standing, “Has ever returned from attempting to slay Medusa, and yet her singing continues to lure ships to the rocks, we’ve lost an eighth of the fleet.” He rakes his hand through his dark hair. “And the woman in your dreams will come to you of her own volition, if the gods see fit to send her to you.
“Someone,” Midoriya argues, “Will be the person to kill her, why not me? Athena has given me her blessing to seek out the beast.”
“Athena has chosen many.” Iida retorts. “Mortals bleed, regardless of a god’s favor, sometimes, I think a gods favor veritably assures it.” Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolls and Iida waves a dismissive hand out the window. “They’re angry because I’m right.” He paces to the window and looks out over the city, carved into the side of a mountain, Iida’s office overlooked the brightest white walls, down to a sparkling sea. “It’s a clear day,” he says, “You can see her tower.”
Midoriya follows his gaze out across the shimmering blue waters, and it’s true, in the distant haze you can just make out the grey tower of stone.
“Do you think the stories are true?” He asks his friend, reaching out and touching Iida’s shoulder. “That she was a common woman once, before being cursed?” Iida sighs.
“She wasn’t a common woman.” He adjusts his glasses, turning from the sea, “She was a witch, like Circe.” A cold breeze finds its way through the window. “If she could, she’d turn every man to stone.” He cleans his lense. “At least, that’s what the stories say.”
“Who tells the stories?” The breeze in the room picks up Iida’s papers and scatters them to the floor.
