GREEK GODS X MALE READER

ARES

Ares, the god of war, was on one of his usual rounds, observing the battlefield from above. As he was surveying the area, his sharp eyes caught sight of a mortal lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of bandits.

He descended swiftly, his form shifting from godly to mortal as he landed on the ground. The bandits, taken by surprise, turned to face him, their eyes widening as they recognized the god of war.

"Leave this place at once," Ares growled, his voice low and menacing.

The bandits, outnumbered and outmatched, fled without a word, leaving the wounded mortal behind. Ares approached the fallen figure, his heart twisting in sympathy.

It was Y/N, a mortal he had met before. He remembered their kindness and bravery, and his respect for them only grew as he saw them lying there, battered and hurt.

"What happened?" Ares asked, crouching down beside Y/N.

"It was a group of bandits," Y/N replied, grimacing as they tried to sit up. "I was trying to defend myself, but they were too strong."

Ares gritted his teeth, his anger boiling inside him. "I'll make sure they pay for what they've done. But first, let me take care of you."

He scooped Y/N up in his arms, cradling them gently as he strode towards a nearby cave. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice how light and fragile Y/N felt in his arms, how vulnerable they seemed despite their bravery.

Once inside the cave, Ares laid Y/N on a soft bed of furs and leaves. He knelt beside them, his hands glowing with divine energy as he healed their wounds. Y/N watched him in awe, amazed at how effortlessly he mended their broken bones and torn flesh.

"Thank you, Ares," Y/N whispered, their eyes drooping with exhaustion. "You didn't have to do this."

Ares shook his head. "Nonsense. It's my duty to protect mortals like you. Besides, I couldn't leave you to suffer like this."

Y/N smiled weakly. "You're not so bad, Ares. For a god of war, I mean."

Ares chuckled, his expression softening. "I'll take that as a compliment. Now rest, Y/N. You need to regain your strength."

He stayed with Y/N, watching over them as they slept. He stroked their hair, marveling at the softness of it, the way it glinted in the flickering firelight.

As he watched, he couldn't help but wonder why he felt so drawn to this mortal, why he was willing to risk his reputation and his duties as a god to protect them. He had always prided himself on his detachment, his lack of emotional involvement in mortal affairs. But with Y/N, it was different. He felt a connection, a pull, that he couldn't explain.

Hours passed, and Y/N's wounds began to heal. Ares continued to watch over them, making sure they were comfortable, offering them food and water.

As Y/N began to stir, their eyes flickering open, Ares smiled. "You're awake. How do you feel?"

Y/N sat up slowly, testing their limbs. "Better. Much better, thank you."

Ares nodded, relief flooding him. "I'm glad. But you still need to rest. I'll stay with you."

Y/N's eyes widened. "You will?"

Ares shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's no trouble. I want to make sure you're fully recovered before you go back out there."

Y/N smiled, gratitude and admiration shining in their eyes. "You're a lot kinder than people give you credit for, Ares."

Ares felt a warmth spreading through his chest at those words. He had always been known as the god of war, feared and respected, but seldom appreciated. To hear Y/N speak of him in such a way touched him deeply.