#hera-shecomes

[otherworldkings]

AU Hydra

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: hera

forgets to run the dish washer: hades

pumps gas for the car: i mean they lowkey ride in chariots but in a more modern version, hades

drives when they’re going somewhere: hera

rearranges the furniture: hera 

falls asleep with the TV on: hades 

gets to use the bathroom first: hades will fight hera for it

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: hades runs hot so i can see them arguing about it but hera always wins 

sets up holiday decorations: both of them

leaves the lights on: hera

uses the bathroom with the door open: if they were married? both

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber): hades

[sunkissies-archived]

for hera & apollo, @hera-shecomes​​ sent:  “you shouldn’t be here.”

He stops when he hears her voice, sour and loud, and closes his eyes for a moment while taking a deep breath. The sun god has done his best to avoid bumping into the queen while he passed by the palace, but apparently, he really couldn’t escape Hera’s gray eagle eyes --- and he blames it on his bright nature. “Stepmother,” Apollo says with a smile on his face when he turns around to look at the goddess. “So good to see you, too! I’m just passing by to check on Hebe, it won’t take too long. You don’t have to worry, you know how it gives you wrinkles.”

[aslanredacted]

“Will I see you again?”

he should ask – ‘do you want to’?but that’s too much of an imposition and - he’s quite aware that their apparent split in status is rather – prohibitive.  yes, he could walk around, be-cloaked and be-crowned, proclaiming himself to be the high king ( as he is… ) but that’s never been the lions way.  to rule from on high was to miss the honesty of the dirt.  the true heart of a kingdom, amongst it’s people.

her eyes give away very little.perhaps he could pass it off as something he’s unskilled at ( he’s not - has had centuries of practice, reading expressions, those little notes of things which spoke far more than words ever could ) - but there’s every likelihood that she has had just as long ( most likely longer ) to school herself - impeccably skilled enough to shield emotion, to be the blank slate upon which others drew their own conclusions… 

…it’s clever.  he’ll certainly give her that.  what better way to find out the mettle or intent of others than to give them an open opportunity present it plainly and clearly and allow them to imagine that it was their idea all along.

‘i hope so’ - would be a kindling of something that may or may not be welcome.  hope, while beautiful, was oft used as a word for things it was not meant for.  hope could be freedom and it could be a leash - a slice of control to manipulate and tug at when the mood proved right.

‘i think so’ - an uncertainty.  and he rather suspects that uncertainty is a weakness the queen could not… or simply would not – stomach.

‘i don’t know’ - impotence in the answer itself.  meek and wavering.  neither committal nor reserved.  a lack of any direction.

so he offers something simple.something honest.something absolute.something quite true to his entire being…

❝ yes. ❞

[otherworldkings]

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower. Strictly AU 😘

the steam from the hot water was thick in the air around them, shared between panting breaths against wet lips. they danced between the line of losing control and maintaining balance so as not to slip. 

hera’s lips rounded around such sweet moans as long, painted nails clawed at his back. he’s so deep in her, with her stretched tight around his cock. rough hands were gripping hera’s ass, her back slick against the smooth tiles. hera’s thighs were trembling around his hips, small sighs mingling with the sound of water against their skin. 

it fucked with him the way her moans echoed off the bathroom walls, hanging off of cloudy steam in the atmosphere. hera, bathed in golden light, never looked so blissful. the stoic, tense curve in her eyebrow was gone in favor of dropped open lips, and blown, silver eyes. 

hades’ tongue found the sensitive skin of her neck as he fucked her against the wall. gods, the way hera ran her fingers through his hair, and with the way her hips ground down on his cock - she seemed deprived. there was nothing but pleasure in the animalistic nails down his back. 

then, the knot wound tight within her had untangled, released in one particular thrust. hera gasped and arched her back off the tiles, crying out his name. his breath caught at such a sweet sound;

the last tangible thought he had before he finished with teeth sinking into hera’s neck. 

[otherworldkings]

“I thought I was doing you a favour?”

“You know that thing that humans do, where they get gifts for someone but really it’s just a gift for themselves?” Hades raised an eyebrow towards Hera, expression un-amused. 

“Yes well, that was that.” He gestured at a sleeping Cerberus before staring at Hera. “You can’t just steal my dog, the literal guardian of Hell, because he’s cute and say you were taking care of him.”

[aslanredacted]

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

he’s not altogether sure whether she likes it when he smiles.

but the lion finds it far too difficult not to do so freely and often.  and he does again - bright and broad - but this time, it’s unlikely that she can see it… they’re pressed together… shoulder to shoulder - standing with their backs to the wall as guards march by - the heavy clump of boots on stone audible and echoing as they pass but feet away.

she could have him arrested. – tossed into some deep, dark dungeon with a sharp word or raised voice.  but she didn’t.  hadn’t even lifted one of those golden brows in surprise when she’d opened her door to the soft knocking of the narnian.  had - if anything - seemed mildly amused at his brazenness.

and he wonders, if she finds this as exhilarating as he does.  a rush to the blood, a little surge of adrenalin.  after all, he’s the one who snuck into the palace…  if she can go undercover as a commoner, then he figures he can return the favour and make the effort to come to her for their next conversation.  which did involve a little subterfuge and rather a lot of sneaking - made a little easier by having footfall as soft as a cat…

when was the last time she’d indulged in such simple fun?  – something childish and silly.  something free of responsibility and reason.  

perhaps if she can’t see the smile, she can hear it in the hushed words he offers in return – and while this may be the most inopportune moment to throw in a slice of humour… it doesn’t actually stop him.

❝ i have a very big… heart. ❞

[otherworldkings]

“ do you regret letting me close ?” - Hera to Hades

Hades regards her with dark eyes over the rim of his crystal glass. Ambrosia and alcohol are heavy in his veins, and there is smoke that trails against her lips. “No. Of course not.” Despite the moments they’ve had, the words that have slipped past in hushed whispers, Hades doesn’t think he could ever take them back.

“You were, and are, my best friend.” He says quietly. “that will never change.”

@hera-shecomes

[sunkissies-archived]

closed starter for @hera-shecomes​ --- hera & thanatos.

A smile can be seen through the chains of his mask when he approaches the goddess, and he bows his head respectfully before he directs any word at her. “Queen Hera,” Thanatos says, his voice sounds gentle and sweet. He holds his hand out, expecting the monarch to hold it so he can press a kiss to the top of her hand, as one should do to the queen of Olympus. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve last seen your majesty. Shall we dance for a bit?”