marriages were nothing special in the greek world, though Zeus boy had finally wedded.

Ares had put up a fight before finally agreeing to marry a young beautiful goddess— you.

at first, he planned to continue to fool around with Aphrodite like he always had. though Hephaestus was happy to find out he fell head over heels for his bride.

the moonlight shone in through the window, casting down on you and bringing out your best features.

Ares leaned back against his bed frame on his side of your shared marital space, sipping whiskey from the home stock he had.

he raised the glass back to his lips, watching as you got changed into your night gown without a issue. at the start you had been so damn shy.

“come here.” he mumbled, not fitting all of the elements to being completely smashed though he was definitely not sober after the party you guys had just returned too. “i want to hold my pretty wife.”

he knew the other gods were jealous, you were so young— inexperienced, untouched. it fed his pride as well as his already large ego.