It's time for Athena Russo to get her revenge on the ones that have wronged her. People will try to stop her, but she's blinded by hatred. She's waited for this moment for the past five years, and we all know nothing is better than revenge. Nothing...
honestly not my best and completely did not write about Hades' reaction like you guys wanted but i hope you guys like it anyway
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HADES VOLKOV:
I hear a loud bang as my door swings open, and in storms Athena. I glance up from my phone and arch an eyebrow. "A little courtesy in the form of a knock would be appreciated—"
Before I can finish my sentence, she interrupts me with urgency in her voice, "I have nothing to wear to go play in the snow!"
"You want to play in the snow?" I ask in disbelief, sitting up slowly. She meets my gaze with a serious expression and nods, leaving me convinced that she's not kidding. "Well, I don't know how I can help with your outfit problem," I say, standing up.
She firmly takes hold of my hand and leads me into her room, gesturing for me to sit on her bed. "Stay right there," she commands before disappearing into her closet.
I sit there, a mix of curiosity and amusement swirling inside me as I wonder what she's up to. After a moment, she emerges from the closet, decked out in an outrageous number of layers that make her look like she's preparing for an expedition to Antarctica. I can't help but burst into laughter at the sight.
"Do you not know how to dress for the winter?" I ask while chuckling, standing up.
She looks at me with a hint of innocence in her eyes and shakes her head gently. "I'm sorry," she says softly, "I kind of forgot."
I couldn't help but gaze at her for a moment. Her long, luscious brown hair was a bit disheveled, likely due to the two beanies she had on.
I gently smoothed down her hair and let out a sigh. "Make sure to grab some pants, and a top, and then layer it with a jumper. Don't forget to put on some cozy socks and slip into your boots. Oh, and grab a scarf and gloves to stay warm." She quickly nods and goes back into her closet.
I slowly sit back down, feeling a rush of emotions, and cover my face with my hand, feeling flustered and bewildered. I can't believe I just touched her and she let me. And why did she look so cute? It's like my heart skipped a beat when her blue eyes looked up at me so innocently.
Goddamit. No matter how hard I try to act tough and mighty around her with just a single touch I feel like a kid with a crush. I take a deep breath and clear my throat, trying to calm down.
She seems the type to like strong men. Maybe someone who could protect her and look after her while giving her the independence she wants but also someone she can rely on and give her how much money she wants. I could do all that.
That's what I assume anyway but yet she bosses me around so maybe she doesn't even see me in the way I see her.
I'm pretty sure she doesn't find anything we do a bit romantic. Like her forcing me to wear a jacket or that time when she laid her feet in my lap when we were watching a movie or that time when she stabbed me.
And I still have the scar. But the fact that she hated me so much, that she tried to kill me made me know I was on her mind. She was thinking about me.
I take a few deep breaths, pushing those thoughts away. I got to act normal, she's probably nearly finished changing. I look around the room, pretending to look interested in something. The door opens and she steps out. I look over at her.
She is dressed in a pair of blue jeans paired with a cozy beige jumper. She has a scarf wrapped horribly around her neck which makes me think she doesn't know how to put on a scarf. My eyes trail down to her hands, she has pink fluffy gloves on, a matching pink beanie, and sturdy black boots.
"There you go, that's more like it," I say, standing up, loosening the scarf for her. "Now you're ready to go play in the snow—"
As she swiftly passes by me, her flowing hair trailing behind her, she descends the staircase, leaving me standing there, feeling completely bewildered and uncertain of what just happened.
Is she acting like a child? No, she's always so composed and hard to read but I've never seen her... excited.
"Wait take it easy!" I shout, remembering she did faint a few weeks ago. I groan and quickly go into my room, grabbing a hoodie and a jacket. I quickly put my hoodie over my top and my jacket on.
I quickly rush downstairs, holding my shoes. I put them on before I go outside but by then, Athena is making snow angels.
I grimace, I already had to look after her when the girl fainted but if she gets a cold, I'm done for. Her brothers will kill me. I walk over to her and she quickly stands up, placing her hands behind her back.
"Listen, you got to be careful—"
A snowball hits directly on my face and I stand there silent, processing what she just did. I slowly wipe the snow off my face and see her already running off.
I quickly make a snowball and run after her, a grin on my face as I aim and throw, watching the snowball hit her back.
As she lets out a high-pitched squeal, she hurriedly molds another snowball and hurls it in my direction. I quickly dodge it, make another snowball, and throw at her but I miss this time.
We continue to dart back and forth, joyfully hurling snowballs at one another as we dash through the winter landscape, our laughter echoing through the crisp, frosty air.
Finally, I catch up to her and knock her to the ground, placing my hand on the back of her head as we fall to the ground, laughing. But of course, she shoves one last snowball in my face.
I groan as I wipe the snow off my jacket. She's panting heavily, her breath visible in the cold air. I meet her gaze and notice her flushed face, particularly her bright red nose. She gives me a soft, tired smile and closes her eyes as she takes deep breaths, trying to catch her breath after exerting herself.
For a moment, my eyes are fixated on her face as I'm on top of her. I've never seen her smile and laugh this much before while looking so beautiful doing it.
I slowly lean in, inches away from her lips. The rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins drowns out the voices in my head, leaving me completely focused on the present moment. Nothing else matters to me right now.
I press my lips against hers, softly but by then I've realized what I've done and pull away. Shit. What have I done? Her eyes open and looks at me.
"I—" Her hands wrap around my neck and pull me back down as she kisses me, shutting me up.
