#aresxreader

Warnings: canon typical violence, Buffy spoilers, magic and obsession.

Strolling into the library at Sunnydale High School, you were greeted with a very odd sight. Jenny Calendar and Amy Madison standing opposite each other proclaiming that they loved Xander more than the other did.

“What is going on?”

Giles pulled off his glasses and rubbed his forehead, “Xander convinced Amy to do a love spell in order to break Cordelia’s heart because she broke his. The spell went awry and now every woman in Sunnydale is obsessed with him except Cordelia.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?” Giles and Xander asked in unison. Giles put his glasses back on and stared at you.

Pairing: Hephaestus x Reader Theme: Jealousy, devotion, romance, intimate tension Word Count: ~1,600 Warnings: Emotional intensity, jealousy, mature themes

The forge glowed brighter than usual, molten metal cascading like a river of fire. Hephaestus worked tirelessly, hammer striking anvil with rhythm and precision. You stood nearby, watching, feeling the warmth of the forge seep into your skin and the warmth of him, too, quiet and steady behind every movement.

“What are you making?” you asked softly, trying to keep your voice low over the hammering.

Hephaestus paused, wiping his brow. “Something… for you.”

“For me?” Your heart skipped.

He gave you a small, wry smile. “It is a piece of jewelry. Divine, yes, but made with care. A reminder that even mortals can be cherished by gods.”

You stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating from the metal and from him. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied. His eyes, dark and molten like the forge itself, held yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten.

Before you could respond, a sharp laugh echoed from the doorway.

“Well, well,” Ares drawled, leaning against the frame of the forge. “So this is the mortal who’s stolen my dear brother’s attention.”

Hephaestus stiffened, hammer clattering to the floor. “What do you want, Ares?”

Ares grinned, eyes flicking to you. “I’m only curious… are you really his choice? Or is he just indulging in pity?”

You stepped forward. “Neither. He cares for me, and I care for him.”

Ares laughed, low and dangerous. “Bold words. I’d like to see if they hold true under fire.”

Hephaestus’s fists clenched. “Leave us.”

“Oh, I intend to stay,” Ares said smoothly. “I just want to make sure my brother knows what he has. This mortal, he’s… interesting.”

The tension in the forge grew thick enough to taste. Sparks from the molten metal flew like fireflies, highlighting the rigid lines of Hephaestus’s muscles, the flare of his eyes, the steadying presence he tried to maintain.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Don’t let him get to you,” you whispered.

Hephaestus’s jaw relaxed fractionally at your touch, and he drew a slow, steadying breath. “He won’t,” he said softly.

Ares’s grin faltered. “Bold. Very bold.” He turned on his heel, giving a final, sharp look. “I’ll be watching.”

As the war god’s presence faded, the forge seemed to exhale. Hephaestus returned to his work, the tension slowly melting into warmth.

You stepped closer again, brushing a hand over his arm. “I don’t care what he thinks,” you said quietly. “I’m here. I’m staying.”

He set down the hammer, wiping sweat from his forehead. The molten metal reflected in his eyes, making them glow golden. “You’ve no idea how much that means to me,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to say it,” you replied, heart thudding. “I’ll stay. Through Hera’s disapproval, through Ares… whatever comes.”

Hephaestus leaned closer, his hand brushing yours. “You’re braver than anyone I know,” he said, voice low, almost trembling with emotion.

“And you’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met,” you whispered back, feeling the heat of his body, the pull of the forge, the quiet crackle of electricity between you.

For a long moment, the world outside the forge disappeared—the lingering smoke, the glow of molten metal, the faint echo of Ares’s laughter all irrelevant.

Then, with careful, deliberate movement, Hephaestus cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek. His gaze softened, vulnerability and strength coexisting in a way that made your breath catch.

“Stay close,” he murmured.

You nodded, heart hammering. “Always.”

And in the flickering light of the forge, surrounded by fire and shadow, molten gold and divine sparks, Hephaestus leaned in—and you met him halfway.

Your lips touched softly at first, testing, searching, and then with quiet certainty. A kiss that carried everything: relief, devotion, love, and the promise that no god or Titan could ever separate you.

When you finally pulled back, foreheads resting together, neither of you spoke. No words were needed. The forge hummed around you, alive with the warmth of your bond, the glow of molten metal, and the unspoken promise of loyalty and love.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not Hera. Not Ares. Not the world above.

Only you. Only him.

And for the first time in a long while, Hephaestus smiled fully soft, real, and unguarded you knew:

Here, in fire and shadow, you had found each other.

(GreekGod!Ares x F!Reader)

Part 2

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So, after a lot of time away, I have decided to start writing. And people wanted a second part/continuation to my one shot which was also a GreekGod!Ares x F!Reader.

Hope you enjoy!

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After Ares had taken kidnapped you away from the army camp, your life had quite literally turned upside down.

He had taken your unconscious body to an unmapped island in the middle of nowhere. To a palace, that even Aphrodite was unaware of.

He had woken you with the gentlest of touches. You were like a small, frightened kitten to him. He didn’t want to startle you than he already had.

Your eyes slowly blinked open, at first you thought that you were in your cot along with the other woman at the camp. But then you felt a hand stroking your hair and the smell of the salty sea hit you.

You jerked away from the hand and took a wild look around the room. Ares smiled, for a god known for his short fuse, he was surprisingly patient with you.

“I’m glad that you have finally woken up. I was worried that the shock might have been too much for your poor, dainty heart.”

You clutched at your chest. You were afraid of him. He was a god and you were a mere mortal. You remember the stories your mother used to tell you, about the mortals that the gods would be involved with. And how most of them were met with the most gruesome of deaths. Medusa being the most prominent.

You looked around again, it was a spacious, airy room. With a pleasant breeze flowing through. In other circumstances you would be ecstatic to find yourself here.

“You haven’t said anything yet, my little love.”

You flinched. Your throat had dried up all of a sudden. You bowed before him, he chuckled. “My Lord, it is an honour to have your attention. But, I’m afraid...”

His eyes flashed, whether it was anger or curiosity, you couldn’t tell. “Afraid of what?”

“Of Lady Aphrodite. Of your mother. Of a gruesome death.”

You stood up from the cot while saying this. Trembling,afraid, tired.

Ares’ eyes flashed. His mouth lifted in a grin, a manic smile. “They don’t have to worry about something that they aren’t aware of. Even if they did find out, they can’t touch a hair on your body unless they want to know what wrath looks like up-close and personal.”

You flinched, you were just so afraid of incurring his anger. He came closer to you, lifting up his coarse hands to brush away the hair that had fallen over your face. Your blush was involuntary, he took that as an invitation.

“Tell me, little love. How do you feel? To have one of the strongest Olympians focus his time and attention on you? Do you like it?”

You gulped.

“Again, My Lord. I’m deeply honoured.”

“Tch.”

You flinched.

“Don’t call me ‘My Lord’ again. There shouldn’t be such or any formalities among close companions.”

You nodded.

He walked a little away from you. You felt air enter your lungs again. He toyed with your hair tie next to the cot. Sighed and looked back at you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, little love. Let’s just say that the selflessness that you have showed in your prayers had more than impressed me. Your new. Your a breath of fresh, mountain air.”

The blush was involuntary.

“Th-Thank you, sir”

He sighed again. “Call me Ares, little love.”

He walked closer to you, gave you light kiss on the forehead. “I’ll make sure that no harm comes to you, and that you will never want for company ever again.”

You were too distracted to give him an answer. His eyes...were so beautiful. A pale golden colour with specks of brown and green in them. And when they glowed they morphed into the perfect shade of red. Breathtaking.

He kept the eye contact, never blinking, focusing on your eyes.

“Your eyes are so beautiful.” You both thought out loud at the same time. He smiled and you chocked.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s alright. You can stare all you want. I don’t mind.”

You smiled. Maybe staying here won’t be that bad after all. But your brother and father.

Tears started gathering on your bottom lashes.

Ares brushes them away. “What’s the matter, little love?”

“My father and brother. They will worry.”

“No they won’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I told them that I have taken you to be my bride.”

Your eyes bulged. “Me?!”

He nods.

“Your perfect, little love. I can’t wait to spend the rest of your life together.”

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So I have presented Ares very differently.

Trope: Asshole to the world, sweetheart to his s/o.

Hoped you liked it.

This fic contains dark but not evil characters and mentions of alcohol, torture and death.  Please don’t read if these elements make you uncomfortable.

Avery II could feel his lungs burning as he sped through the empty streets in Diagon Alley.

“They’re hunting me! Have to go; have to get away!”

In his panic, Avery ran into a dead-end street with boarded up windows and where the ground was littered with empty Firewhiskey bottles.  He tried reaching for his magic but it didn’t respond to his commands.

Avery’s breathing became shallower as he frantically looked around for something to defend himself with. He wasn’t desperate enough to pick up one of the empty bottles; he still had his pride after all.

“Tsk, tsk Avery.”  A woman’s voice called from the entrance of the dead-end street, “I never dreamt that you would be the last Death Eater standing. How did you manage that?”

“Oh, my dear,” A man stepped out of the shadows.  He was dressed in a three-piece suit and for a moment, Avery thought he was staring at Remus Lupin but Lupin had never dressed that immaculately in the time that Avery had known him and the aura around the Lupin lookalike both stirred Avery’s bloodlust and made him want to whimper in fear, “He sold out the other Death Eaters to buy himself time and ironically, he was sold out.”

“That’s right.”  The woman tapped her hand on her leg, “By Pettigrew.”

Avery’s throat felt tight, “Pettigrew?  He sold me out?”

“Not willingly.”  The woman clarified.

“What happened to him?”

“He drunk something that did not agree with him.”  The lookalike waved his hand dismissively before turning to face the woman, “Remus is going to be sorry that he missed this and Black too.  They made a wonderful team when they hunted down the Inner Circle.”

The woman clicked her tongue, “You’re forgetting about Diana, love.  Voldemort threw everything he had at her and it didn’t phase her.  Voldemort even pushed Bellatrix into Diana’s path and in her final moments, Bellatrix understood that Voldemort cared more about himself than he would ever care about her.  Then Diana killed her.”

The lookalike shook his head, “My sister.  It was a wonderful surprise to see that level of manipulation on the battlefield from her. I feared she was not capable of it.”

Avery’s courage was beginning to return and he made a dash for the entrance of the street.

“If I’m quick, I can dodge them bo-”

Avery had half a second to realise that his plan to escape had failed before he was being repeatedly struck by lightning.  If Avery had access to his magic, he would have realised that the street had been charmed silent.

The lightning stopped but Avery was too exhausted for it to really register.  The woman knelt down next to him, “In a couple of minutes, you’re going to be dead Avery.”

Avery’s eyes widened and he shook in terror, “Shh,” the woman said and it would have been soothing in another context, “it’s not me that you need to plead for mercy from, it’s Lady Magic.”

The woman stood up and walked to stand next to her partner.  Avery tried to reach for his Dark Mark but the lightning started again and just like the woman said, after a couple of minutes, the last Death Eater, Avery II was dead.

A gold drachma fell next to his body where it spun for a few moments before falling on one side.

The man sighed, “Why people call these coins worthless baffles me.  The drachma that Harry wished on proved to be anything but.”

“I’m sure Lady Magic played a role there, Ares.”

Ares smiled, “It’s time for us to go (Name).”  He held out his arm for you to take, “I believe that Diana along with Remus and Black are anxious to hear how our mission went and I am sure that we have kept Diana long enough.”