Zeus and a pregnant Hera having a night snack based on @useless-chaotic-bitch fanfic :))

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Zeus and a pregnant Hera having a night snack based on @useless-chaotic-bitch fanfic :))
Zeus and Hera’s relationship is always a struggle for power. Their sex life isn’t an exception
Pspspepsps, the 10 Zera shippers out there, go check what I’ve cooked (◡ ω ◡)
The recent crackship ask got me wondering, could you do Zeus/Hera? Despite all the issues I love them, and your design for both is great.
Zeus likes to give Hera smooches despite her dismay.
dont break ur nose guys i just had to get nose surgery and fucking hell fuck fuck fuck im dying im literally dying wtf
for further information i wear -8.30 glasses but due to my nose i vant wear glasses and due to how swollen my eyees are contacts are currently now an option either.
Also my nose is making that noise, yk the one when you get to the end of your juice box, you try to suck more through the straw and it makes a nouse cause theres no more juice left? Yep its dojng that. Also im currently stuck with my mouth open. (And it looks like i got a lip lift ngl.)
All i can i do is lay down, and im getting so many ideas but fant get ip yo wtite them down (on the bright side i now know what it feels like to be punched in the face. Like right on ur nose. Im gonna get somekne pucnhed in a fic. Prob Zeus idk. Heras ex husband in that one fic if i get off my ass and write something
My screen addiction is coming into clutch thi cuz im writing this by my muscle memory i keep seeing those dalb red lines under my words and hope it is readable enough
like dont break your noise fellas. Or ever consider cosmetic surgery. At least not ur nose.
i vant vreath agghhtt
Cant rven lay in a diff position cuz my nose is getting stuffy constantly
I CANT SLEEP RAHH
Yesterday i thought this was gonna be pezchy when i came home cuz i was still under after effects of anesthesia but today it qore off and I CANT EVEN TAKE STRONG PAIBKILLERS CUZ OF THE BLEEDJNG GOD
ALSO ALSO FUCK FUCK FUCK WHOEVER MADE COMING OUT OF THE ANESTHESIA SLEEP SO LOWKEY AND FUN OKAY?
IM THINKING WHEN I WAKE UP IM GONNA BE LIKE DRUNK, IM GONNA RAMBLE SOME SHIT maybe spill some snall secrets to my mom
INSTEAD I GOT SHIVERING AND MY TEETH CLATTERING AND SCREMAJNG AND CRYING ABOUT BEING SO COLD GOT 45 MINUTES (i was in 6 layers of winter clothing and 3 blankets with the ac fully turned on to max hear.
And like i get tk eat all the pineapple i want to teat so thats cool
Ok peace
(Also i almost dropped my ohone on my nose while writing this and had a heart attack.)
"Hera and Zeus hate each other!! Hera can't leave Zeus, because she's the goddess of marriage!!"
Zeus in that one myth where Hera dumps his ass and he misses her a normal amount:
"Hera, they say, was for some reason or other angry with Zeus, and had retreated to Euboea. Zeus, failing to make her change her mind, visited Cithaeron, at that time despot in Plataea, who surpassed all men for his cleverness. So he ordered Zeus to make an image of wood, and to carry it, wrapped up, in a bullock wagon, and to say that he was celebrating his marriage with Plataea, the daughter of Asopus. So Zeus followed the advice of Cithaeron. Hera heard the news at once, and at once appeared on the scene. But when she came near the wagon and tore away the dress from the image, she was pleased at the deceit, on finding it a wooden image and not a bride, and was reconciled to Zeus. To commemorate this reconciliation they celebrate a festival called Daedala, because the men of old time gave the name of daedala to wooden images." - Pausanias, Description of Greece 9
Found yourself someone who will organize a whole ass fake wedding to win your heart back.
I got pissed at an Epic artist I like spouting bullshit about Hera being trapped in her marriage
If Hera doesn't come back, I'll kill myself
Remember who you are greek mythology girl (Zera shipper)
Hera and Zeus sketch
My fav couple getting ready for bed
Final chapter of Mother And Son is out!!!
Here is a little summary and the link to it!
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“I should love him.” she says, and now the words slow, heavy, each one dragged up from somewhere deep and raw. “I should look at him and feel—something. Anything.”
Her breath catches again.
“I don’t feel what I’m supposed to feel.”
The confession is barely audible. But it lands harder than anything before it.
Zeus goes still out of the sheer weight of what she has just given voice to.
“And that means there is something wrong with me.” she finishes, her voice hollow now, emptied out by the admission. “Not just him. Me.”
***
Or:
Zeus comes back to find Hera on the edge of their balcony, with Hephaestus in her arms. She finally breaks down, confessions are made. They are finally honest for once. And maybe it'll all work out in the end.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82248406/chapters/226065221
Chapter 2 of Mother and Son is out!
Here is a little summary and the link to it!
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“Oh, of course.” she says, a sharp, humorless sound breaking from her. “Of course he isn’t. How could he be? Not when your other children were so—what? So perfect?”
Zeus flinches, just slightly.
It is enough.
“You’ve had sons before.” she continues, her voice rising, emotion breaking fully through now. “Strong ones. Whole ones. Ones you did not have to prepare for.”
“Hera—”
“So what is this?” she demands, the question breaking free fully now, raw and unfiltered. “A mistake? An inconvenience? Something that doesn’t fit cleanly into the image you prefer?”
***
Or:
Careful distance between them builds. Hera spirals even more. The tension between them finally bursts into an argument. Hidden thoughts are discussed at last, to a degree but still.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 1 of my Hephaestus birth fic is out! Here is a snippet + summary + the link to it:
Mother And Son
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He fusses again, a little louder this time, his small body shifting against her in search of something she cannot seem to give him.
The sound presses against her nerves.
Not because it is loud.
Because it confirms it.
This is not working.
This is not… Right.
She feels it then—the beginning of something tightening in her chest, not quite panic, or frustration, but something close enough to both that it demands action.
So she acts.
Not by trying again.
Not by adjusting, or waiting, or allowing time for something to settle.
She stops.
She lifts him away from her, the movement controlled, precise, as though ending a task that has failed to produce its intended result.
“Take him.” she says.
The attendant is already stepping forward.
Of course she is.
Hands ready.
Expectant.
Hera passes the child back without hesitation.
The moment the weight leaves her arms, something inside her loosens—and that, more than anything else, makes her stomach turn.
Relief.
There is relief.
It flickers through her, brief but undeniable.
And she hates it.
***
Exploration of Hera’s post partum depression, povs from both parents. How they handled/mishandled the situation with each other emotionally. And a little “fix-it” at the end for a certain event that happened between Hera and Hephaestus on a high cliff.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Working on a story that will tackle the birth of Hephaestus. Will be out soon hopefully. Exploration of Hera’s post partum depression, povs from both parents. How they handled/mishandled the situation with each other emotionally. And a little “fix-it” at the end for a certain event that happened between Hera and Hephaestus on a high cliff.
Here’s a little snippet:
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The cradle stands near the bed, close enough that she does not have to move to see it. She has positioned it that way herself, though she does not remember making the decision.
Hephaestus lies within it, small and swaddled, his breaths soft and uneven in the quiet.
Hera’s gaze does not leave him.
Not in the way a mother might watch in awe or affection.
There is no softness to it.
No warmth.
It is something else entirely.
Vigilance.
Her eyes track every movement. Every shift of his tiny limbs, every faint sound, every rise and fall of his chest. She counts the breaths without meaning to. Measures the spaces between them. Watches for any sign—any deviation—that might confirm or deny the thing that has lodged itself deep in her mind.
That he is fine.
Or that something else is wrong.
Her thoughts circle, relentless.
Why him?
The question comes without permission, sharp and immediate, cutting through whatever thin layer of calm she tries to maintain.
What did I do wrong?
That one follows quickly. It always does.
It settles heavier. Closer. More dangerous.
She searches herself for an answer she cannot name. Something missed. Something flawed. Something that would explain this, justify it, make it make sense.
There is nothing.
Only the absence of understanding.
Will he suffer?
That question lingers longer.
It curls into her chest and stays there, quiet and suffocating, painting futures she cannot fully see but already fears.
And beneath all of it—quieter, more insidious than the rest—another thought begins to take shape.
Why don’t I feel what I should feel?
It arrives softly. Almost gently.
Which makes it worse.
Her gaze drops to him again, to the smallness of him, the fragility, the undeniable reality of his existence.
Her son.
The word does not settle.
She waits for something to rise in her chest—something instinctive, undeniable, the kind of certainty she has seen in others, the kind that does not require thought or effort.
It does not come.
There is awareness. Recognition.
There is even a distant, abstract understanding that this child is hers, that he matters, that he should be everything.
But the feeling—the immediate, consuming love she expects, the connection that should bind them without question—
It is not there.
And that absence terrifies her more than anything else.
(First chapter is out now!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hera and Zeus vibes idk
Deception Of Zeus
Word Count: 6,025
Here is a snippet + summary of+ the link to it as always:
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The plan did not arrive like inspiration. It arrived like recognition.
There was no cleverer ruse than truth shaped slightly sideways.
She would not need to feign desire. She would not need to invent affection. Zeus wanted her — had always wanted her — not as an idea but as a presence, as a body beside his own, as a voice that could challenge him and still belong there. That was the weakness no rival god could touch.
What she would need to do was lie.
That was the danger. Zeus knew her too well. He could read the small shifts in her expression, the tiny hesitations that betrayed her schemes. He could tell when she was teasing, when she was furious, when she was trying to move him. To deceive him, she would have to be perfect — open enough to be believable, guarded enough to hide what she was doing.
***
Or:
Deception Of Zeus from Iliad, my take on it!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80338611
Working on my own version of “Deception Of Zeus” from the Iliad 😈 Will be out soon!!!
It will start with Hera planning the deception/getting ready and then include her getting the girdle from Aphrodite, bargaining with Hypnos and then finally her and Zeus.
Here is a little snippet from it:
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When Aphrodite rose and reached for the girdle, the air itself seemed to tighten. It was a simple thing, at first glance — a band of fabric, fine as breath. But it held weight far beyond its form. Desire lived there. Persuasion. The soft ruin of reason. The kind of force that bent even the most disciplined minds.
She placed it in Hera’s hands without hesitation.
“For reconciliation.” Aphrodite said, with a small, earnest smile.
Hera took it with careful hands. She did not feel a rush of power, nor a thrill of temptation. She felt something quieter and more dangerous: relief.
She did not need this to be wanted.
Zeus wanted her with a force that bordered on catastrophe. He always had. Desire had never been the problem between them. If anything, it was the one constant, burning through betrayals and fury and years like an unextinguished star.
No — this was not about drawing him in.
This was about hiding.
Zeus knew her too well. He knew the angle of her silences, the weight of her glances, the difference between her tenderness and her intent. He could read her the way sailors read the sky. Left unguarded, he would see straight through her, straight to the war below, straight to the truth she could not afford to reveal.
The girdle was not a lure. It was fog.
Something to soften the sharpness of his instincts. Something to blur the line between love freely given and love with a purpose behind it.
And I Get To Have You Again
Word count: 4.226
Rated E
Snippet + Summary + Link:
Two months.
Long enough to feel absence.
He expects the room to be empty when he steps inside. Perhaps dark. Perhaps cold.
Instead—
The lamps are lit low.
The curtains are drawn.
And she is there.
Reclined against the cushions, skirts gathered loosely around her thighs, hair unbound and spilling like a dark river down her back. No crown. No posture. No audience.
Just her.
Her eyes are closed. Head tilted slightly back. Breath uneven in a way that makes him still instantly.
***
Or:
Olympus is still new and settling down, Zeus has been away for 2 months for business and returns earlier without giving notice. Walks in on his wife in their bed and everything escalates from there.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80048496
Greek mythology : character designs 7/?
Hera and Zeus' daughters! I'll update with their sons too :D
Eilithya: the eldest daughter and Heras favorite. She is her mother's right hand in everything and is also probably the one who understands her better. She is godess of childbirth and protector of pregnant women +In my version she works with Maia on the mortal realm. She feels very guilty when she's making difficult the life of zeus lovers, but still continues to do so for fear of hurting her mom. She's a goody two shoes and never breaks the rules. From her siblings she's closest to Hebe and Hephaestus. I purposely gave her similar colors to Hera, to emphasize their strong connection.
Angelos: She's an underworld deity, raised by nymphs. She once stole Heras anointnents and hid from her wrath. Hera let it pass, but zeus demanded her purification,so she got cleansed on a underworld river and thus changed domains. Her name means angelia= announcement. In my version, she's very rebellious and mischievous but in olympus she's a bit miserable. She is happily living in the underworld and is closer to her uncle Hades than her parents. I imagine her relationship with Hera got better after she left. I drew her very pale, since she lives under the ground and gave her crazy hair to match her wildness.
Enyo: godess of bloodlust and ares' twin. She's very similar to her brother, being overly chaotic and battle crazy. She gets very passionate but has a much better temper than Ares. She cut her hair on her own because she thought it was more comfortable that way. She's away from home for a big time of the year, fighting in wars. She's close friends with eris ( who is nyx's daughter in this)
Hebe: the youngest of all her siblings and godess of youth! Everyone treats her like a baby, but she doesn't mind. She likes affection and, according to @godsofhumanity hcs, bubbles. She was often portrayed wearing a sleeveless dress so I went with that. She's closer to her mom than her dad.
Hebe was inspired by the one and only @sigeel <3
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Hey. Just wanted to pop in and say your Zera stories have become a source of comfort for me, I love re-reading them. ❤️ Any hints on what's coming next? 👀
Hii!! So happy to see you here. It means a lot to me that you love my fics, esp that they have become a source of comfort 💕💕
If there’s one thing about me that has been very obvious I am unfortunately really inconsistent 😭 Someone asked this before a while back as well and I ended up writing anything but stuff from that list but currently SOME of my wips involve;
Deception of Zeus. (This one is such an obvious one I mean. Thought I’d write my own version of it as well! Also had someone recommend it to me.
Some scenes from Zeus and Hera meeting in secret during their hidden romance era pre-marriage.
Post-Trojan War dinner story that I really should complete 😔 (Yes I will go with the Eris is Zeus and Hera’s daughter approach to this as well, mostly gonna be humorous. The whole “hey you tricked me and put me in a coma.” Thing between Zera as well.)
I have a cute little Zeus and Hebe centric fluff/humor fic in the works as well. (HE IS THE ULTIMATE GIRL-DAD AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL)
I am trying to work with Hephaestus’s character as well, but that one is still a concept as I have avoided writing about him for so long that I have no idea how to tackle him in my universe 😭
I may have a little postpartum depression idea with Hera but that will not see the light of day unless I feel I approached to the idea right and tackled it correctly.
Maybe the whole Hera tried to overthrow Zeus thing, but like the aftermath of it.
A reflection version of my Eileithyia and Zeus fic, different child + Hera is the one getting questioned, and her pov of this whole situation.
And that’s all for now I suppose (I will probably add 279292 more ideas after I post this answer, or work on different wips that I did not mention here😭)