EPIC ONE SHOTS

The pillar

Poseidon × Reader 
I did small changes but not too much

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The tale of Y/N, the unsung hero of Odysseus's journey, is one whispered among those few who survived the Odyssey and passed it down through generations. Y/N was more than a loyal sailor; he was a soul bound to Odysseus’s fate by courage, loyalty, and a love that ran deeper than any oath. For Y/N, Odysseus was more than a captain; he was his guiding star, and he would do anything to keep him and his crewmates safe, even if it meant defying the will of the gods.

The first time Y/N faced death for Odysseus was on the island of the Cyclopes. When Polyphemus had trapped the crew inside his cave, Y/N could feel the weight of Poseidon’s wrath in every footstep the giant took, as if the god himself watched from above, intent on crushing them. One by one, Y/N watched his fellow crew members fall, their blood staining the rocks. The terror was almost paralyzing, but Y/N kept his gaze fixed on Odysseus. The captain’s resolve was infectious, and in that moment, Y/N felt a fire blaze inside him—a determination to protect his captain, to see him escape, no matter the cost.

When Odysseus devised the plan to blind Polyphemus, Y/N did not hesitate. Together, they drove the stake into the Cyclops's eye, and Y/N braced himself as Polyphemus's howl tore through the night. For a brief, sickening moment, he thought he’d die there, trapped in that cave, but he knew he’d do it again if it meant Odysseus could walk free. By some miracle—or perhaps some twisted game of Poseidon's—the crew managed to escape, and Y/N tasted freedom once more. Yet, he felt the heavy hand of fate pressing down on them, as if the gods were unwilling to let them go.

As they sailed on, facing new trials with each island, Y/N became the quiet strength of the crew, enduring where others fell, his courage an anchor that kept Odysseus grounded. Every time the captain showed even a flicker of doubt, Y/N was there, reminding him of why they fought, of why they couldn’t give up.

When they reached Aeaea, the island of Circe, Y/N's loyalty was tested yet again. Many of the crew had fallen under Circe's spell, transformed into pigs, their minds lost to the goddess’s cruel game. Y/N could see the heartbreak in Odysseus’s eyes, the way the captain blamed himself, shoulders sagging with the weight of his men's misfortune. Despite his own fear, Y/N stepped forward, volunteering to confront Circe directly. He would face whatever she threw at him, even if it meant certain death.

As he stood before the goddess, he could feel her magic pressing down on him, trying to break him. Her voice dripped with mockery as she marveled at his bravery, taunting him with visions of his own death. But Y/N met her gaze with a fierceness that even the goddess hadn’t expected. He declared that he would endure any curse she cast, if only she would release his captain and crew. Circe laughed, but she relented, her interest piqued by Y/N’s devotion. His defiance had won his crew’s freedom, but Y/N knew the cost—it had marked him in the eyes of the gods, especially Poseidon, who watched his every move.

Poseidon's fury followed Y/N like a shadow, and he felt it most acutely in the silence of the sea. Each time the ship hit a sudden squall, or when monstrous waves rose from nowhere, Y/N knew it was the god testing him, trying to break him down, to force him to abandon Odysseus. But Y/N was resolute. Even as their numbers dwindled and the men around him began to despair, Y/N's determination only grew stronger.

One night, after the crew had barely escaped the dangers of Scylla and Charybdis, Y/N found himself alone on the deck, looking out over the restless sea. He could feel Poseidon's presence in the waves, hear the god's voice carried on the wind.

"How many times will you defy me, mortal?" Poseidon's voice rumbled. "I could tear this ship apart, sink it to the depths, and there would be nothing you could do. Why do you persist?"