GREEK GODS X MALE READER

ARES

The moon cast its silvery glow over the dense forest that bordered Camp Half-Blood. Y/N, the god of well-being, walked with a group of nervous demigod campers. His presence exuded calm and reassurance, a necessary comfort for the young ones who had recently discovered their divine heritage.

Y/N had been tasked by Chiron to guide the new campers through the forest, ensuring their safe passage to the camp. His ability to soothe and protect made him the perfect guardian for these fragile souls. As they walked, he spoke to them, his voice gentle and warm.

"Remember, you are not alone," Y/N said, looking at each camper in turn. "You are part of a larger family now, and you have the strength within you to face any challenge."

Among the group was a boy named Alex, who seemed particularly anxious. Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You will be safe, Alex. Trust in yourself and in us."

As they neared a clearing, the sound of footsteps grew louder. From the shadows emerged Ares, the god of war, his presence commanding and fierce. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Despite Ares' intimidating exterior, there was a deep bond between them, one forged through battles and quiet moments alike.

"Ares," Y/N greeted, a smile touching his lips.

Ares nodded, his eyes softening as they met Y/N's. "Y/N. I thought I'd join you tonight. Can't let you have all the fun."

Y/N chuckled. "The more, the merrier. These campers could use your strength."

Together, they led the group deeper into the forest, Ares' mere presence boosting the campers' confidence. The night air was cool, filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. But there was an underlying tension, a sense of foreboding that neither god could ignore.

As they approached the final stretch of their journey, a rustling sound came from the bushes. Y/N halted, his senses on high alert. Ares drew his sword, his eyes scanning the darkness.

"Stay close," Y/N whispered to the campers, positioning himself protectively in front of them.

From the shadows, a mechanical bull charged forward, its eyes glowing with malevolent light. At the same time, a flock of harpies descended from the trees, their shrieks piercing the night.

"Get behind us!" Ares bellowed, stepping forward to meet the bull head-on.

Y/N quickly drew his own weapon, a staff imbued with healing and protective magic. He swung it at the nearest harpy, sending a burst of energy that knocked it back. The campers huddled together, fear evident in their eyes.

Ares clashed with the bull, his sword striking sparks against its metallic hide. "These things just keep getting uglier," he grunted, dodging a swipe from the bull's horns.

Y/N focused on the harpies, his staff a blur as he fended them off. But the creatures were relentless, their claws and beaks aiming for the vulnerable campers.

"Y/N, watch out!" Ares shouted, but it was too late.

A harpy's claw slashed across Y/N's arm, drawing blood. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let the pain distract him. He swung his staff with renewed vigor, protecting the children with every ounce of his strength.

"Stay behind me!" he urged the campers, his voice calm despite the chaos.

But the bull, enraged and determined, broke through Ares' defense and charged toward the group. Y/N saw it coming, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no time to think, only to act.

With a burst of speed, Y/N placed himself between the bull and the campers. He raised his staff, casting a powerful barrier spell. The bull collided with the barrier, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through Y/N's body.

Ares' roar of fury echoed through the forest. "No!"

The harpies, sensing an opportunity, attacked in a frenzy. Y/N fought them off, but he was weakening. The barrier faltered, and the bull broke through, its horns aimed directly at Y/N.

In a final act of defiance, Y/N channeled all his remaining energy into a protective shield around the campers. The bull's horns pierced his chest, and he gasped, blood spilling from the wound.

"Y/N!" Alex cried, tears streaming down his face.

Y/N fell to his knees, his vision blurring. "Stay... safe," he whispered, his voice fading.

Ares, fueled by rage and grief, dispatched the bull with a single, devastating blow. The harpies fled, sensing their impending doom. Ares dropped to his knees beside Y/N, his hands trembling as he cradled his lover's dying form.

"Y/N, hold on," Ares pleaded, his voice breaking. "You can't leave me."

Y/N smiled weakly, his hand reaching up to touch Ares' face. "It's... okay. They’re... safe."

Tears streamed down Ares' face, his grip tightening. "I can't lose you."

Y/N's eyes softened, filled with love. "I'll always be... with you. In your heart."

With those final words, Y/N's body went limp, his eyes closing for the last time. Ares let out a roar of anguish, his heart shattered.

The forest was silent, the aftermath of the battle leaving an eerie stillness. The campers, though shaken, were unharmed, huddling together in a mix of fear and sorrow. Ares, his rage spent, remained beside Y/N’s lifeless form, his heart heavy with grief.

Chiron arrived with a group of senior campers, alerted by the sounds of battle. His eyes widened in horror at the sight before him. "Ares... what happened?"

Ares looked up, his eyes red with unshed tears. "He saved them. He sacrificed himself to protect them."

Chiron bowed his head in respect, understanding the gravity of the loss. "Y/N was a true hero."

The senior campers carefully guided the younger ones away, offering words of comfort and reassurance. Chiron placed a hand on Ares' shoulder. "We must honor his sacrifice. His memory will live on in every heart he touched."

Ares nodded, his grief too profound for words. He gently lifted Y/N’s body, cradling him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. Together, they made their way back to Camp Half-Blood, a somber procession through the forest that Y/N had loved so dearly.

At Camp Half-Blood, a memorial was erected in Y/N’s honor. The campers, both new and old, gathered to pay their respects. They shared stories of Y/N’s kindness, his bravery, and his unwavering dedication to their well-being.

Ares stood at the forefront, his presence a testament to the depth of his love and loss. He spoke of Y/N with a voice that trembled but was filled with pride.

"Y/N was more than a god of well-being," Ares said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "He was a beacon of hope, a guardian, and a friend. He gave his life to protect those he loved, and his spirit will forever be a part of this camp."

As the memorial concluded, the campers left offerings at the base of the statue—a symbol of their gratitude and respect. Ares lingered, his hand resting on the cold stone.

"I promise to protect them, Y/N," Ares whispered. "Just as you did."

In the days that followed, Ares kept his promise. He trained the campers with a renewed sense of purpose, instilling in them the courage and strength that Y/N had shown. And in quiet moments, he would visit the forest, feeling Y/N’s presence in the rustling leaves and gentle breezes.

Though the pain of loss remained, Ares found solace in the knowledge that Y/N’s sacrifice had not been in vain. The god of well-being had left an indelible mark on the world, one that would never fade.

And in the heart of the forest, where nature thrived and life flourished, Ares could feel Y/N's spirit watching over him, a reminder that love and bravery could transcend even the boundaries of life and death.