GREEK GODS X MALE READER

ARES

Chapter : Dreams Unveiled

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the world. In the realm of the gods, amidst the echoes of clashing swords and the roars of battle, Ares, the god of war, found himself alone in his chamber. Restlessness had become his nightly companion, accompanied by haunting dreams that left his once indomitable spirit in disarray.

As Ares paced the room, his furrowed brows a testament to his inner turmoil, a name whispered in hushed tones among the divine caught his attention—yours, the dream weaver renowned for your mastery over dreamscape. In desperation, he decided to seek you out, his pride momentarily set aside by his need for respite.

Upon finding your ethereal realm, Ares stood before you with an imposing presence, his arms crossed and a simmering intensity in his gaze. "You're the dream weaver," he stated with a voice that held a mix of skepticism and desperation.

You met his gaze calmly, unafraid of his imposing aura. "Indeed, I am," you replied, your voice gentle yet unwavering. "And you must be Ares, the god of war."

Ares gave a curt nod, his gaze assessing. "I hear you have the power to craft dreams that offer tranquility."

You offered a small smile. "I can create dreamscapes that provide solace and peace," you confirmed. "But it will require your willingness to embrace a different kind of battle—a battle of the mind and emotions."

Ares' jaw tensed, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might turn away. But then, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his fatigue. "I can't continue like this," he admitted, his voice softer, laced with vulnerability.

With a nod of understanding, you extended a hand. "Then let us begin. Trust me, Ares, and I will guide you to a place of serenity within your dreams."

Ares hesitated, his gaze locked on your outstretched hand. And then, with a breath that seemed to carry the weight of his endless battles, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a tentative touch.

As you closed your eyes and focused your energy, a dreamscape began to form around you—a tranquil meadow bathed in the soft light of a crescent moon. Flowers swayed in a gentle breeze, and the air carried a sense of profound calm. You turned to Ares, who stood at the edge of the meadow, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

"Step into the dream," you encouraged. "Allow yourself to be embraced by its tranquility."

Ares' gaze remained fixed on you for a moment longer before he took a hesitant step forward. The moment his foot touched the grass, a ripple of magic spread through the dreamscape, infusing it with a deeper sense of peace. His tense shoulders began to relax, his guarded expression gradually softening.

As he moved further into the dream, you watched as Ares' features shifted, the lines of tension easing, and the weight of his responsibilities seeming to melt away. It was as if the tranquil beauty of the dreamscape was unraveling the layers of his warrior exterior, revealing the man beneath—the one who yearned for respite and connection.

"You're safe here," you whispered, your voice carrying through the dream like a gentle breeze. "Let go of the battles that haunt your waking hours."

Ares closed his eyes, his breathing steadying. And then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The sight was so genuine, so raw, that it tugged at something within your own heart.

As the dream continued to weave its magic, you watched as Ares walked through the meadow, his fingers brushing against the petals of the flowers, his gaze fixed on the moon above. With each step, it was as if the burdens he carried were being shed, replaced by a sense of peace and vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to feel.