Ares, the strong willed and renowned god of war, did not have it on his bucket list to become a girl dad. though when he had received the call to tell him that he did have a daughter out there, he instantly cursed Aphrodite.

apparently the love goddess no longer wanted to take care of the little girl anymore and has passed her onto Ares. of corse, Ares had no doubt you were his child and he was not like his father— he would not just leave them.

Ares was a cold god to any, but he took her in without a second thought. he expected an entitled brat, just like Aphrodite was. a soft groan escaped his lips, pushing the front door open wider as he brought in the last of your cases.

he wanted to bash his head open at the sight of his boys, your brothers, all crowded around you— touching and prodding at you, your hair and your dress like you were a china doll fresh out of the box.

“boys, settle down.” he demanded when they began to tease and taunt her just a little too playfully. when the six of them didn’t relent he stepped towards them. “enough!”

his voice was loud enough for them all to fall silent and for you to practically jump out of your skin. he groaned softly at the thought of you being scared of him and squeezed the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. “leave us.” he demanded and motioned towards the stairs. this time, with small grumbles they all instantly listened.