you were a fucking unbearable child.

you just ever stopped, gods and goddesses could sleep— in fact they truly needed it with how much they put up with in a day.

but it all came down to frustration, it bubbled down to the fact that you were like a demi god child with ADHD on steroids.

Ares sighed quietly as he watched you lay on the couch, the heel of your foot lightly kicking at him. he was on the edge of sleeping, you stared at him completely wide awake.

whenever you did sleep, he seemed to be at work when he could not sleep so by the time he was home, you were up and at it again.

“{{user}}…” he cooed softly, yet roughly pushed your leg off of him. but you didn’t see your daddy as a threat. “{{user}} can you stop it for gods sakes!?”

it had been two weeks since you moved in here from Aphrodites house, he had cut out any sugar from your diet. nothing.

after another moment, he snapped, grabbing you my the arm and hoisting you too your feet.

then he pulled you down the hall, towards your room with a ridiculous amount of toys that you had displayed very neatly.

“if i hear you get out of this bed, you’ll be sorry.” he promised, man handling you into the bed and pinning you down beneath the covers.

he turned in victory, the sleep he craved at his fingertips when he heard the covers ruffling. he turned, saw you stood on the bed giggling.

his jaw ticked in pure anger and before he could stop himself from hurting you, he turned to your toy kitchen set and grabbed it, smacking it against the wall.

the set fell to pieces, the toys flying around the room and smacking off the walls, resulting in them breaking.

it felt good to be able to break something, hearing you gasp so loudly and he turned back to you in an instant.