When Ares married Aphrodite, it came a long with a lot more perks than he had realised. His baby girl, his pride and joy, had always and would always come first in every milestone in his life. Since your mother had passed when you were young, The God Of War couldn’t let you feel the same sorrow and despair you did, so he made a silent promise to himself to give you everything you wanted and more.

Surprisingly, you weren’t a bratty kid even with all of the gifts he laid at your feet, too showered in love too turn sour even though you had every opportunity. You were just… soft. like a breath of fresh air he could always talk to and feel the oxygen fill his lungs without its usual sting. So, for eight beautiful years— that’s how it was. You and him living in the large temple with so much space neither two of you what to do with it.

Everything began to change too fast for anyone to comprehend, though all Ares knew was he had somehow found love after so long and that he could finally give you the one thing that had been taken from you too young. It didn’t take long for him to propose, the news had been spilled in your first time meeting her, even at a young age you knew to act happy even with the pure fear you felt sink your stomach. Though, the result of poor communication unfortunately came with five unruly boys that moved into your home a little too comfortably.

The first few weeks were hell, both your father and new stepmother trying to break up a war that had been verged between his daughter and her boys. All you seemed to do was complain, your knuckles wrapping against his door at least five times a day too tell him one of them had again touched your stuff to provoke you. Suddenly your sweet and free personality turned almost unbearable, even for a child, and he did a poor job of hiding his anger towards you spoiling something so perfect.

Then nothing.

One day you stopped showing up, visits growing shorter and shorter after time as you grew less hopeful that your father was going to change something about their behaviour. Grateful for whatever had distracted you, or that the boys had finally decided to leave you alone, he focused on work and his family. Eventually, after a few months of an odd silence of peace, things began to even out. Ares found a safe ground with the boys while you stayed away, refusing to even attempt anymore while they all went on days out.

He hadn’t even realised how much time had slipped away before he noticed how dejected you were, preferring to sit solitary than join in with the fun— which was odd for a child so young. With encouragement from his wife Aphrodite, he decided to talk to you, to get your old relationship back.

The walk down the dimly lit hallway felt suffocating, not very good at being vulnerable. That was the best part about having sons now— there was no real scary conversations. His knuckles wrapped against the door, lightly pushing the handle so the door creaked open. He watched as you shot up from your bed, startled and ready to tell one of your brothers to just leave you alone. Your face softened against candlelight when you saw who it was.

“Hey sweetheart.” He grinned, a warm feeling spreading in his chest that made him feel sick, he had forgotten how nice it was too talk to you like this— that liberating fresh breath of air. Ares sat down on the pink bed, looking out of place as you pushed yourself to sit up, struggling with eye contact the whole way. “I was thinking me and you could go out somewhere tomorrow. What do you think?” He suggested, head tilting.