#ch;hephaethus

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Continued from here for @littlevcper​

She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, not on a conversation as personal as this. Still Mirana’s curiosity gets the better of her and as such, leads the young witch to hide behind the nearest wall. From her limited view, she can spot the back of Hephaestus, tensely speaking to a woman, who without a doubt is the most beautiful she’s ever seen. Instinctively, Mirana feels a twinge of jealousy when she recognizes that sweet tone, one he’s often used with Mirana and is now, using on her. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way but her heart apparently hasn’t got the memo, acting on its accord. “I must have loved you a lot.” Mirana hears him say and it is at this point, she decides she’s had enough. She can speak to Hephaestus later. With a sad smile on her face, Mirana retreats back to wonderland, realizing that once again, she’s not anyone’s first choice. 

Hephaethus was briefly talking to one of the nymphs. He would admit that he tended to fall hard and fast. As usual, he found himself with his heart on his sleeve. That was his problem, wasn’t it? If he didn’t hyper fixate on work it was on someone else. But the reality was he wasn't finished with his sentence. “I must have loved you a lot but I think it’s time to part ways.” He finished rubbing the nymph’s back. “I’ll always be there for you but my heart belongs to another right now.”  He smiled thinking of Mirana. 

Later that day he found himself in Wonderland. His memory had her saying that at some point. He picked out a white daisy from the ground. It was beautiful just like Mirana. He saw an opulent door and walked towards it-maybe someone in the palace knew where Mirana was. He slowly entered the doorway with a shy smile on his face. “I’m looking for Mirana.” 

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Closed for @mctamcrphcsis based on 

“  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ”

Hephaethus didn’t like to talk about it. Feelings-the one thing Hephaethus can’t wrap his head around. The god just either pushed them down or let them explode in a fiery rage. So when he sees Psyche, looking a bit down, he debated with himself. At that moment Hephaethus knew. He has to talk about feelings. He sat down next to her, eyes looking at her with concern. 

“I’m not the best with feelings.” The fire god confessed. “But if you want to talk about them, I’ll try my best to listen.” 

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Closed for @whitesctin​

Heph was staring doorway of the spa. How can he face his fears if he can’t even face the other. The fire god was nervous. He just needed to talk to her. Isn’t it what the expression was? Do it for closure. The fire god took a hasty breath. Here goes nothing. He closed his eyes and finally entered the doorway, a lanky rugged male stands out against the softer background. 

"Can I talk to Aphrodite?” He asked raising his sunglasses down. “Tell her, It’s Heph.” 

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"It was supposed to be fun!” -to Heph

Hephaestus looked up from his board. The fire god sighed. “Bingo is fun.” The fire god whined. He doesn’t get it. Isn’t slow-paced, low risked fun great for the younger ones too. The fire god placed his chip on the board. 

“Bingo is a high-risk strategy game. It teaches you humility and patience and-” 

“G6″ 

Hephaestus placed the chip and raised his arms in excitement. “Bingo.” Hephaestus said victoriously. He ignored everyone, including Psyche, groans of annoyance. 

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Hephaestus felt happy as he picked up his basket from the front with Psyche. “Like I said it’s a high risk strategy game. If Your old man wasn’t quick enough, we wouldn’t have won this fantastic basket.”  Hephaestus picked through the items and saw the spa coupon with a familiar look. There was a small sad look before trying to smile. 

“Psyche, you should have this.” Hephaethus said. “I have no need for a spa day. I’m going to be fine.” He smiled. “Consider it a gift for my favorite grand-niece.” 

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"It was supposed to be fun!" — heph & apollo.

Hephaestus grumbled to himself. He gave the other a look. “Shuffleboard is fun.” Hephaestus started as he leaned against the wall. He looked at Apollo and sighed. “I know I’m no Ares but it is a sport isn’t it.” He picked up his stick. “Think of it as a learning experience.” 

Hephaestus smirked as he got a great idea. He twirled his stick. “Look over there.” Hephaestus said imploring the sun god to look the other way. He scored a goal into the other’s net. The fire god smirked as the other looked back. 

“I win.” 

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The life and trepidations of Hephaestus: Heph and revenge

Hephaestus didn’t always know about his mother. As far as the young Hephaethus knew, he was thrown off the mountain because of circumstances. He was melding a metal chain when he heard Themis. There was a wily grin on his face. “Mother.” He said. “Why don’t you come in.” 

There was a nervous look on Themis’ face. As he looked up, there was a look of concern. “Mother.” Themis looked away. 

“I was going to tell you.”  

“Going to tell me what.” 

“I’m not your mother Hephaethus.” 

His heart dropped in his chest. He genuinely was surprised. Still, he wanted to hear the truth, Hephaethus gestured her to continue.  “There was the word of Zeus and Hera having a child.” She paused. “And one of the parents threw him off the mountain and didn’t retrieve him. And I had to come to help him.” She sniffled. “And it was you.” 

Hephaestus felt his heart sink. He dropped the tool in his hand. He looked up. “So I’m a....god.” He choked. Themis nodded. Hephaestus took a deep breath and grabbed his crutches. 

“There’s a procession in Olympus.” 

Themis grabbed his shirt sleeve. He pulled himself gently away from the grip. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to know.” 

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Hephaethus limped slowly through the crowd during the procession. The deity needed to see his parents. He finally got to the front of the crowd and began to talk. 

“Zeus! Hera!” Hephaestus yelled. He tried again. “ZEUS HERA!” He tried once more. Hephaestus tried one more time. “ITS YOUR SON HEPHAETHUS.” The crowd got silent. The crowd lookers looked at him as if he had three heads. The whispers were happening so quickly. The next thing he knew, there was a guard to take him away. Hephaestus still yelled for his parents. 

“HERA!” Was the last word he uttered, and he though for a brief moment Hera looked back at him. Hephaestus took that as a sign.  He was their son. Yet he wasn’t accepted.

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Hephaethus sat alone in his forge that night. He was draawing plans for his revenge. A throne, more ordinate than the one she was sitting in would be perfect. Hephaethus wiped the tears off his face. 

“I will prove myself to be a god.” He sniffled. “Everyone will know my name.”

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Continued from here, @ thisbravery

Merida squeaked in surprise, hands flapping in his tight hold to awkwardly pat his back in reassurance. She had known her parents weren’t the only ones against her decision to go exploring in the more…war torn parts of the forest, like Wonderland. But she was still surprised by his concern. Didn’t he know that she could handle herself?

Pulling back, she grinned up at him, hands on his shoulders, “I told you I could handle it!” All headstrong untouchability. Things like this only further fed into her ego, and made her think she was untouchable. It might come back to bite her one day, but that day wasn’t today. “Besides, I helped a lot of people. I used my old dresses to make bandages for the wounded. I hunted for those who needed food. I got to see a new part of the world and make a difference, however small. That’s all I wanted to do. I wasn’t in any danger…not really.”

Sure, there were a couple of close calls, between fights breaking out around her between enemy sides, leering soldiers who liked a pretty girl in their midst, and some of the strange, unique beasties of Wonderland, but she said she could handle herself, and she had. No harm done.

Still, knowing how she had worried him, she took the opportunity to throw her arms around him again, less of the angry press of her body against his chest and more of an actual hug, arms round his shoulders and face pressed into his neck. “I’m fine.” she repeated, stubborn and confident, giving him an extra squeeze.

The fire god didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t usually attached to others but the few he was attached to stuck to his heart like glue. Hephaestus was a soft-hearted one despite his rougher exterior. 

Hephaestus sighed still alarmed. “That’s good but it’s dangerous!” He said. Not that he didn’t think she was capable but. “You know how bolder some of these people have become.” He thought back to all the recent events. There was a strong shudder. 

The god continued to squeeze her in return. “You are fine.” He took a good look at her. “Just promise me, next time you bring reinforcements, yeah?” 

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Closed for @navghtyxnice​ 

Someday the brothers were going to have to talk. Today was not that day. Heph walked impatiently in the cornfield. It wasn’t as if the fire god didn’t know his disadvantaged-Heph looked down at his leg this morning. But Hephaestus would like to believe he has his own thing Ares lacked- a brain. 

A cornfield might not be the most conventional location-but it was part of his strategy. Last resort but a strategy. He twirled his cane, contemplating Ares. He knew he was up against someone who was stronger than him might even be more powerful- but Heph had to fight Ares. 

For his honor. 

The heavy footsteps echoed as he heard the war god. He didn’t even want to see the man who ruined his life. There was a smirk. 

“I didn’t think you would show up.”