#c;hera

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @ofpetrichcrs​

“I’m waiting for a guest thank you.” The fire god replied politely. It wasn’t a date, it wasn’t even some Hephaethus liked-it was his mother. Hera,he always had a difficult relationship with her. Despite their differences, as hard as it was to admit they had more in common. Both could be vengeful and have have been cheated on. They both have the same steely glare of dissatisfaction. So why can’t they get along?  The fire god shook his head. Hephaestus wants to believe this is strictly business. To fix the parts of Olympus that eroded since his departure. Nothing more and nothing less. He saw the statuesque woman enter the restaurant-one he has strict orders to vacate for the next hour. There was a sneer on his face. 

“Hera.” 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

❝ So, did you stab ares with a pencil or what? ❞ - heph n hera (thiS MADE ME CACKLE)

“A mechanical pencil.” Hephaestus pointed out. “So he can really feel the pain.” The young adult added. The fire god felt a small sting when Apollo placed the out pack on his shoulder. 

“That hurts Apollo!” Hephaestus huffed. Apollo made a face but continued tending to his wounds. It was a nasty bruise from Ares punch. Hephaestus turned back to his mother. 

“He was asking for it! He called me ugly!” Hephaestus said with a pout. “Just because I don’t have a girlfriend yet doesn’t mean I’m ugly right Mom!” He asked with a smile. Both Hera and Apollo looked at each other before back at Heph. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, son.” She patted his cheek. “Just don’t your brother with a mechanical pencil okay?” 

“I promise Mom.” Even though the young god was planning other ways to hurt the war god as he spoke. 

@ofpetrichcrs, @sunkissies, @navghtyxnice

[rvlerofmyheavt]

📝 / heph & hera.

Heph wrote a letter grading Hera’s mothering skills.

@ultraviolcts

[rvlerofmyheavt]

“ the problem is, i can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up “ ( hera + tiresias ! )

“You can’t tell what’s real because you are holding yourself back.” Tiresias crossed his legs. “Tell me, when was the last time you took a risk? Or had a truly honest conversation with your citizens.” He gestured to the royal palace. “When you stay somewhere for so long, you fail to see the others around you.” Tiresias sipped his coffee. “Let’s take an example shall we-Semele. You tricked a woman into literally destroying herself because of your jealousy. Left Dionysus without a mother. And that wasn’t an isolated incident.”  

“Your problem isn’t you can’t tell reality from fiction anymore. You have always had that problem.” He shrugged. “It’s that it’s starting to affect you.” Tiresias sighed. 

“You have the potential to be such a great ruler- but even the best rulers must recognize their faults.” He picked up his cane and cloak. “You must be thinking that Apollo told me to tell you this but that’s another flaw of yours.” 

“When you’re willing to recognize that we can talk.” 

@queengcd

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Hephaethus stepped into the court. This was the first time in years. Oddly enough, Hephaethus wasn’t here because of revenge or helping Hera. He needed help from her. Hera was the goddess of marriage. And Hephaethus began to have his doubts again. 

With a deep breath, the fire god finally spotted the queen. He kneeled before the goddess, hoping for the best. Hera was his was last hope. For his and Aphrodite’s marriage. 

“It has been a while.” He said in an oddly somber voice. There was a pause. The last word couldn’t leave his mouth as well. “Mother.” 

@hera-shecomes​

[rvlerofmyheavt]

“No no–it’s alright, come here.”

Hephaestus walked closer to his mother, the tears streaming down his face. It was those rare moments when the fire god felt alone again and unsure. The things he did weighing down on him. He looked up with a sniffle. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” he confessed to his mother. “How can you stay with someone you feel like you don’t know.” 

[zeus--stravopoulos-blog]

Zeus walked up to the door, knowing who was inside; someone who was going to punch him in the face, and Gunther. He knocked twice before stepping back -- "Hera?" he called quietly, waiting for a response.

[gods-and-lilies-blog]

Worlds of Secrets || Zeus & Hera

Hera tried her best to stay calm as her husband walked into their shared house. She wanted to scream and tear his eyes out, more like the person who he had been out with. She could literally smell the whore's perfume on him as he waltzed into the living area. he wanted flicked her fingernails as she watched him move about. "Have a good night?" she questioned, pushing herself off the couch.