GREEK GODS X MALE READER

POSEIDON

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the sea. Waves lapped gently against the shore, a soothing symphony to the ears of Poseidon, god of the seas. He stood on a secluded beach, the crisp salt air filling his lungs as he gazed out at the endless expanse of water. But his thoughts were not of the sea this evening. They were of Y/N, the god of nature.

Poseidon had first met Y/N in the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the air hummed with life. Y/N was unlike any other deity he had known. His very presence seemed to breathe life into the world around him. Flowers bloomed at his feet, and animals flocked to him, sensing his nurturing spirit. Over time, Poseidon's admiration had blossomed into something deeper—something he could no longer deny.

Their meetings became frequent. Poseidon would leave his watery domain to visit Y/N, finding solace and joy in the lush greenery and vibrant life that surrounded his beloved. They would walk hand in hand through the forest, exchanging stories of their realms, their laughter mingling with the songs of birds. Y/N showed Poseidon the wonders of the land—the intricate webs spun by spiders, the delicate balance of predator and prey, the harmony that existed in every leaf and blade of grass.

One evening, as they sat by a sparkling stream, Poseidon could no longer contain his feelings. He turned to Y/N, his blue eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions.

"Y/N, I have come to realize that my heart belongs to you," Poseidon confessed. "Your presence fills my soul with a joy I have never known. I love you."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with affection. "Poseidon, my dearest. I have felt the same. Your strength, your passion, your love for life—it draws me to you. I love you too."

They sealed their confession with a tender kiss, the forest around them seeming to burst into even greater life in celebration of their union. For a time, they were blissfully happy, their love flourishing amidst the beauty of nature.

But as seasons changed and years passed, Poseidon began to notice a change. The once vibrant foliage appeared dull, the flowers wilted, and the air grew heavy with a sense of foreboding. He found Y/N seated by a withering oak, his usually radiant eyes dimmed with sorrow.

"Y/N," Poseidon called softly, kneeling beside him. "What troubles you?"

Y/N looked up, a sad smile touching his lips. "Poseidon, my love. Nature... it is dying. And with it, so am I."

Poseidon’s breath caught in his throat. "What do you mean?"

Y/N sighed, running a hand through the brittle grass. "I am the god of nature. My life force is intertwined with the health of the natural world. As the forests wither and the rivers dry, I too begin to fade."

Poseidon grasped Y/N’s hand, feeling the weakness in his once-strong grip. "There must be something we can do. Tell me, how can I help?"

Y/N shook his head. "This is beyond our power, Poseidon. The balance of nature has been disrupted by forces even we gods struggle to control."

A fierce determination ignited in Poseidon's eyes. "I will not stand by and watch you fade away. I will seek the aid of the other gods, rally them to restore balance. We will save you, Y/N. I swear it."

Y/N’s eyes softened with love and sorrow. "Your determination is one of the many reasons I love you, Poseidon. But even gods have their limits."

Poseidon pulled Y/N into his arms, holding him close. "I will not lose you, Y/N. Not to this. I refuse to believe that there is no hope."

The days that followed were a blur of desperate action. Poseidon traveled across the realms, pleading with the other gods to aid in restoring nature. He sought the wisdom of Athena, the healing powers of Apollo, and the protective strength of Artemis. But despite their combined efforts, the decline of nature continued, and with it, Y/N’s health deteriorated.

In Olympus, Poseidon confronted Zeus. "Brother, I need your help. Y/N is dying, and with him, nature is dying. We must act now."

Zeus, seated on his grand throne, regarded Poseidon with a mix of concern and resignation. "My brother, even the mightiest of us cannot always control the forces of nature. This decline is the result of many factors—human neglect, natural cycles, and even the will of the Fates."

Poseidon clenched his fists. "So we do nothing? We let Y/N die?"

Zeus shook his head. "We will do what we can, but we must also accept that some things are beyond our control."

Poseidon's frustration grew, but he continued his search. He visited Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, who shared his sorrow. "I too feel the pain of the land, Poseidon. I will do what I can to nurture the earth, but it may not be enough."

In the realm of the underworld, Poseidon sought the counsel of Hades. "Is there no way to restore Y/N's vitality? To bring life back to nature?"

Hades, ever stoic, replied, "The cycle of life and death is immutable. Even gods cannot alter it at will. But perhaps, there is a way to ease his suffering."

Returning to Y/N's grove, Poseidon found his beloved growing weaker by the day. The grove itself seemed to mirror Y/N's condition—the trees drooped, the flowers faded, and the once lively animals were scarce.

"Y/N," Poseidon whispered, kneeling beside him. "I have failed you."

Y/N reached out, his fingers brushing Poseidon's cheek. "You have not failed, my love. You have done all that you can. Sometimes, even the greatest of gods must accept the natural order of things."

Tears brimmed in Poseidon's eyes as he took Y/N’s hand in his. "I cannot bear to lose you."

Y/N smiled faintly. "You will not lose me, Poseidon. As long as there is life, I will be a part of it. My essence will remain in every tree, every flower, every breath of wind. And I will always be with you, in the heart of nature."

As the last light of day faded and the first stars began to twinkle in the sky, Y/N's breathing slowed, then ceased. The grove fell silent, a profound stillness settling over the land. Poseidon clung to Y/N's lifeless form, his heart shattering with the realization of his loss.

For days, Poseidon remained in the grove, mourning the passing of his beloved. The other gods visited, offering their condolences, but nothing could fill the void left by Y/N’s absence.

In time, Poseidon rose, carrying the memory of Y/N in his heart. He vowed to honor Y/N’s legacy by protecting the natural world they had both loved so dearly. He called upon the seas, the rivers, and the rain, nourishing the land and restoring as much life as he could.

One day, as Poseidon walked through the grove, he felt a gentle breeze caress his cheek. He closed his eyes, feeling Y/N's presence in the wind. A soft whisper reached his ears, a voice he knew so well.

"I am with you, my love. Always."

Poseidon smiled, his heart lifting with the comfort of Y/N's eternal presence. He looked around the grove, noticing new shoots of green emerging from the soil, flowers beginning to bloom once more. Nature, resilient as ever, was finding its way back.

In the years that followed, Poseidon remained vigilant in his promise. He worked tirelessly to heal the wounds of the earth, to nurture the life that Y/N had cherished. And though the pain of his loss never fully faded, the memory of their love gave him strength.

In every wave that crashed upon the shore, in every storm that brought life-giving rain, in every whisper of the wind through the trees, Poseidon felt Y/N's spirit. Their love, as enduring as the sea itself, lived on in the heart of nature.

And so, the god of the sea and the god of nature remained bound together, their love an eternal force, nurturing and protecting the world they had both loved so dearly.