#daughter of hera

[dreamdragonkadia]

Can I please have a Percy Jackson x soulmate reader who is also a child of Hera fic, specifically where they have each other's name on their wrist. Only if you're up to it, no pressure.

I’m full-on rolling with the adopted child of Hera route for this because of that post I made a hot minute ago (iykyk). This was such a fun piece to write, so thank you for requesting it! p.jackson x hera!reader

When the name first bloomed across your wrist in curling, ink-dark script, it hadn’t been you who noticed it.

It had been your mother.

One moment you were sitting at the marble dining table in her private quarters on Olympus, struggling to write an essay on the Greek pantheon for your mortal school (ironic), and the next, Hera had audibly gasped.

A real, actual gasp.

You’d looked up, blinking, only to find the Queen of the Gods frozen in place, her eyes locked on your left wrist. Then she was moving, uncharacteristically overly gentle, taking your hand like it was something sacred.

There, nestled in the soft skin just above your pulse point, was a name.

Perseus Jackson.

Her expression was unreadable for a moment, the goddess of marriage and family turning the wrist like it was a prophecy, her thumb brushing over the name as if to test its permanence.

Then she narrowed her eyes.

“If he hurts you,” she murmured, a glint of something ancient flashing behind her irises, “I’ll hand-deliver his soul to my brother’s realm.”

 It wasn’t exactly the most reassuring threat of maternal love, but you appreciated the sentiment. Mostly.

And for a while, that name was all you had. Just a reminder inked into your skin, a small tether to someone you’d never met. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that you might run into him—this Perseus Jackson—at Camp Half-Blood.

Until Silena Beauregard clocked your wrist.

You’d only just arrived at camp for the summer, backpack slung over one shoulder, when she swept you into a circle of flower crowns and idle gossip under the shade of the strawberry fields.

“I forgot,” Silena said with a little smile, reaching out to fix one of the daisies in your crown. “You haven’t been around long enough to meet Cabin Three’s one and only.”

You blinked. “Poseidon’s kid?”

“Mhmm.”

You tilted your head, adjusting the crown she placed on you. “Mom’s complained about him a few times… what was his name? Perce? Perrie?”

Silena actually giggled. “It’s Percy. And he’s kind of impossible to forget once you meet him.”

You shrugged. “I’m sure he’s fine. Probably has a sea salt ego and some tragic backstory. Don’t they all?”

That had been that for most of the day.

Between trying to nap in spots no one would bother you—your top pick was currently the roof of the Big House—and settling into Cabin Two, you managed to mostly avoid conversation. Hera’s cabin was more or less a shrine to symmetry and order, with marble floors so polished you could see your reflection in them. It was always sealed up tight unless you were there to unlock it with your presence alone. A little dramatic, but hey. Apples don’t fall far from immortal trees.

What you didn’t expect was to look up from organizing your few bags and see a shadow fall across the open door.

A boy was peeking inside, standing on the front step like he wasn’t sure if knocking would offend someone—or if the building itself might strike him down for the attempt.

Honestly, you didn’t blame him. Most campers had only ever seen Hera’s cabin from the outside—closed doors, golden torchlight flickering behind frosted windows, impossible to enter unless Hera deemed it so. And now? The doors were open, and you were there.

He looked… hesitant.

Dark hair a little damp like he’d just come from the lake, an orange Camp Half-Blood tee clinging to him, and sea-green eyes that immediately locked onto yours the second you moved.

You stared right back, unimpressed.

“Lost?” you asked, not moving from where you sat, legs crossed on your bed, unwrapping a granola bar you hadn’t even wanted until now.

He blinked, then stepped back a little. “No. I mean—no. I was just, uh… curious.”

Your brows rose.

“I’ve never seen this place open before,” he added quickly. “Didn’t mean to, like, spy. Or intrude. Sorry.”

You took a bite of your granola bar and chewed, slowly, not breaking eye contact. “You always peek into cabins you’ve never been invited into? Or is this just a special treat for the day?”

His lips twitched. “You always this hostile, or is it just your charming way of saying hello?”

You finally moved to stand, brushing off your hands. “Depends. You always interrupt people mid-snack?”

His grin broke through then—lopsided, boyish, annoyingly cute. “Only the important ones.”

You waved the boy in. “Take a look around, I highly doubt you ever will again, son of Poseidon.”

He blinked, visibly startled. “How’d you—”

“Please. You think I don’t know what my mom complains about?” You gave a light shrug and tilted your head, studying him like he was a curious painting. “You and your dad share the same eyes.”

Then you added, almost as an afterthought, “Yours are prettier, though.”

That stopped him cold. His mouth opened a little—like he was ready to fire back a flirt or a quip—but the words didn’t quite land. Instead, his gaze flicked downward.

To your wrist.

Your sleeve had ridden up just slightly when you’d waved him in. Just enough to see it—faint against your skin, the edges delicate and familiar.

He froze.

“You—” he started, but it came out rough, like his throat had dried mid-word.

You paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “What?”

He shook his head like he was trying to reboot. “It’s nothing. I just—” His words trailed again, and he swallowed. “Can I ask you something kind of… stupid?”

You crossed your arms, instinctively defensive. “You really are making it difficult not to insult you with a question like that.”

He huffed a soft laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still staring—less at you now and more through you, like something in the air had shifted and he was the only one who could hear the change.

Then, without another word, he turned his arm over and tugged his wristband down.

There it was.

Your name.

Etched across his skin like it had always been there. Like the universe had quietly stitched it into his fate and only now pulled back the curtain to show it off.

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Your eyes dropped to the name inked on his wrist, and then—slowly, too slowly—you looked down at your own.

Your heart gave one single, staggering beat.

Perseus Jackson.

The name that had been on your skin for years, barely noticed, barely thought about. Something that had always felt like background noise—until now, when it matched his voice. His face. His everything.

Everything in your chest stilled.

“...Oh,” you whispered. It wasn’t eloquent. Wasn’t poised or godly. Just a breath of realization. A shockwave in syllable form.

Percy was watching you like you might bolt. Like you were a frightened deer, and he wasn’t sure whether to reach out or stay frozen.

“I—I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said quickly, voice cracking just slightly. “I didn’t even know if it was you until just now. I mean, I hoped, but I didn’t— I wasn’t gonna say anything unless you—”

You raised a hand, and he shut up instantly.

Not because you were angry.

But because you looked stunned.

Shellshocked. Like the floor had dropped out from beneath you and you were still trying to figure out which way was up.

“You’re serious,” you said quietly, your gaze locked on the mark on his wrist. “It’s not some weird Camp prank or cosmic joke?”

Percy snorted, a little breathless. “I wouldn’t exactly joke about this to the daughter of Hera. I like living.”

You didn’t say anything for a second. The name on your wrist suddenly felt heavier than it ever had—less like a mark, more like a tether. A bond.

Fated.

“Did you… always know?” you asked, voice small despite yourself.

He shook his head. “Nah. Mine showed up when I was twelve. Thought it was some mistake. Or a curse. Then I met your mom.”

You flinched.

“She didn’t say it was you, just… glared at me. Said I’d figure it out. Someday.” He looked down at his wrist again, his fingers brushing your name. “Guess this is someday.”

You exhaled through your nose. “Gods, she’s going to love this.”

“Yeah,” he said, with all the dread of a man facing imminent doom. “Can’t wait for that meet-the-mother moment.”

And for the first time since everything had started spinning, you let out a soft, startled laugh.

Because, of course.

This was your soulmate.

Your mother’s least favorite demigod.

Figures.

[wintersnwnderlnd]

Daughter of the Queens Three, pt. 1

Imagine Hera, Amphitrite, and Persephone making a deal behind their husbands backs the same night they swore no more forbidden children.

Imagine being Hera, Amphitrite and Persephone's daughter.

I smiled as the waves crashed outside the open window, the scent of daffodils wafting through the air as light gleamed in my face.

"Good morning mom!" I stretched, giggling as one of the waves crashed particularly hard causing it to spray me through the window. Throwing on a linen hoodie, I wrestled by curls into a messy bun making my way through the house.

Pouring a cup of coffee, I went outside to sit on the porch to watch the sunrise. Humming softly, I noticed something move from the corner of my eye. A nymph ducked behind the tree with a giggle, having been caught.

"Princess, your mother says its time." She said, having finally stopped laughing and came over to sit. Sighing, I looked out at the sea once more before nodding.

"If that is what Mother has decided so be it. I knew it would come soon; I'm already packed." Looking down at the coffee in hand, I couldn't help the nervousness that was building in me. How would they react? How would they respond to learning they have a new stepsister? One that links all of them. How would Chiron respond, or Mr. D when they learned who exactly my godly parent, or in this case parents were.

"Princess? Are you sure you're ready?" Naisephe questioned, gently placing a hand on mine.

I smiled, looking up at her, "Yes. Just worried. Let's get going."

*************

Coming over the hill, I groaned softly.

"Not to worry Princess! It's just past these trees!" Naisephe called, standing at the top overlooking the camp. Coming up beside her, I couldn't help the gasp that left me as I caught sight of the camp.

It was beautiful. Truly and utterly beautiful.

I could tell why Mother wanted to send me here.

"Come Princess, we must announce your arrival with the Director." Naisephe exclaimed, clapping her hands happily before taking hold of mine and leading me into the camp.

I couldn't help but notice everyone stopping and turning to look at us as we walked through the camp headed towards the Big House. Was it what I was wearing? Had it been a while since they had last gotten a new demigod? Was it because Naisephe was with me?

"We're here! It's just through these doors Princess!" Her excitedness was nearly palpable, as the people closest to us began to whisper. "Chiron, hello? I brought her!".

Walking through the hall, a door at the end swung open, revealing the towering Centaur waiting for us. I twitched nervously as my anxiety once again started to act up. Would I be outcast for having multiple godly parents? Would I be a freak even here?

A warmth spread over me, the ghostly feeling of a hug taking over my senses as Mother did her best to calm me down even from afar. I smiled softly, taking a deep breath.

"Ah, young Lya. We've been waiting for you." Chiron spoke, a feeling of comfort, different from mother's spread through the air. I could tell he was a safe person, that he wouldn't let anything happen to me if he could avoid it.

"Hi, um I don't know what I'm supposed to do beyond getting here. Mother, she didn't exactly write a letter telling me what to do." I muttered, looking up at the man before me. He gestured beside me, towards a seat at the table. Dionysus already sat there, sipping on, something.

"You already know your godly parent? You've spoken to them?" He questioned, as I took a seat.

I blushed, ducking my head, "It's kind of complicated but yes."

Dionysus looked increasingly annoyed as the conversation went on, "Well, out with it!".

Taking a deep breath, I felt Naisephe squeeze my shoulder, "My name is Elysia Ourania Oceana named after my mothers," I heard Chiron's sharp inhale at mothers, "Amphitrite, Persephone, and Hera.".

My eyes snapped open as I heard a chair fall over and watched in worry as Dionysus fell backwards.

[livlaughloveluke]

CHILDREN OF HERA 🦚

(this goddess does not have any demigod children yet)

MASTERLISTS 𓏲𝄢 REQUEST / TALK TO ME 𓏲𝄢 RULES

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: The Child of Hera flag. It is a rectangular flag with 5 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; Very pastel purple, baby blue, sky blue, gold, and dull red. /End id

Child of Hera

Pt: Child of Hera /end pt

A flag for anyone who is a son / daughter / child of Hera. Intended for alterhumans / introjects / in the context of demigods, but can be used for any reason

Coined on August 28th, 2024

Colors based on royalty, divinity, and motherhood

Tagging @radiomogai

Banner id: @/prettypinknarc in lavender text, with clipart of a rosy maple moth on the left and a black outline /end id

[the-real-forbidden-kid]

Hey Maria how does it feel knowing your Mom's a bitch

My mom has always been good to me. I love her very deeply. I'm aware of all the awful things she's done, but name a godly parent who hasn't? You can hate my mom. Just please, leave me out of it. I adore her.

[deepllamasweets]

I think you'd like this story: "Sempiternal | Percy Jackson" by Kristy_Evermore on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/388338384?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Kristy_Evermore

[princessofghosts-posts]

Thalia watched how Nico got his whole divine family,including the step-mom that should hate him (like Hera's treatment towards her because of the cheating) and grand-mother (like what???),to the battle ; and then got to know how Percy convinced Poseidon to help the Gods fighting Typhoon,even with his kindgom and people in danger,knowing full well that Zeus will never do that for her.

Percy and Nico got their dads (and family) to fight for and with them,because even if they are sometimes shitty,they still care enough for their children to actually help them and being involved in their life. The only thing Zeus did for her was turning her into a tree (not even his own tree,because Pines are Poesidon's and not Zeus's) for a couple of years,to prevent her from dying.

Even her brother had the opportunity to fight with their dad in BoO,something that Thalia herself never had. And she probably feels bitter about it,because Poseidon and Hades care for their children,even after the oath was broken,but her dad was never there for her and barely did anything to help her.

(OG Little Three trio angst,yes-)

[ri-dumb-fck]

Athena: Hey, wanna try to overthrow Zeus together?

Hera: You.

Athena: What?

Hera: I'm choosing you.

Athena: ...as what?

Hera: As my favorite illegitimate step daughter.

Athena: ...oh, cool. Btw, I am not an illegitimate child since I was born in marriage-

Hera: YOU, I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MINE NOW. WANT TO DO YOUR MAKEUP AND TALK ABOUT BOYS?

Athena: I don't really like boys-

Hera: EVEN BETTER. LET'S GO.

[cameoliob]

"Professional child wrangler" is his actual real and legal job title

Drawing / Pose was IB this post !! (Go check this artist out theyre super good)

[zu-is-here]

“During the Trojan War, Hera asked Hypnos for help in putting Zeus to sleep so that Poseidon could help the Achaeans win. Zeus never knew that Hypnos had betrayed him for Pasithea.”

[jasongracesenthusiast]

PRINCESS OF THE GODS !

PARING(s), percy jackson x daughter of HERA reader

WARNING(s), basically just marriage

AUTHOR’S NOTE, yeah i listened to juno while doing this, what about it

౨ৎ percy met you a little while after he arrived at camp. you were the only demigod child of hera, the queen of the gods. he was surprised at the thought that zeus would even allow you to live, but in fairness, he wasn’t dead yet either

౨ৎ you two didn’t actually consider yourselves friends until after ttc, when you were kidnapped (yes you’re taking annie’s place IM SORRYYY)

౨ৎ after the events of all that, percy found himself…drifting towards you, in a way

౨ৎ like, before everything happened, even if you weren’t necessarily friends, he did know you, like your existence mattered so much to him, he just didn’t know why at the time

౨ৎ but you, on the other hand, somehow did

౨ৎ when you were saved by percy and friends, you were very optimistic that it was him saving you and not somebody else, cause that just wouldn’t be as fun

౨ৎ anyways from the moment you met him, you were like “oh yeah that’s my future boyfriend right there”

౨ৎ and yeah calm down just a little bit, but you also just knew, and you thanked your mother everyday for giving you this knowledge

౨ৎ but you were also pissed because holy shit, it took percy a while to come to terms with how he felt about you, even after saving you and becoming friends

౨ৎ but when i tell you how many times you made a move until he realized

౨ৎ you were very clear about your feelings, like you genuinely had nothing to hide

౨ৎ percy was extremely confused about the fact that you never dated anybody at all

౨ৎ and loads of people at camp clearly find you attractive and percy does, too, so when you were like “oh yeah i’ve never had a boyfriend before” he was as shocked as possible

౨ৎ because like, it’s you

౨ৎ and you’d think that would make it click that he had feelings for you

౨ৎ unfortunately. it did the opposite.

౨ৎ and that was kind of your last straw. you literally sat him down and explained your feelings to him and how you liked him ever since he saved you

౨ৎ THAT’S when he fully realized it

౨ৎ and it’s not cause he’s stupid (mischaracterized percy jackson they could never make me like you), it’s because it’s YOU. the pretty daughter of hera who a lot of people crushed on

౨ৎ you were practically a princess and percy took that so seriously, he found it so hard to believe that you liked him

౨ৎ after insisting that you really did like him, yippie that’s when y’all started dating !!

౨ৎ and when i tell you how much of a power couple you are. you two just radiate that kind of energy, even if someone didn’t know you were together

౨ৎ like you didn’t even need to tell anyone, everybody just. knew, and percy was stunned and he was like, they knew??? did you tell everyone???

౨ৎ and you were like no that’s just the power couple energy

౨ৎ when i tell you he worships the very ground you walk on I FUCKING MEAN IT. you know that one thing where a girl is singing on stage and her boyfriend is sobbing? that’s you two

౨ৎ if i or anyone else had to describe your relationship, it would be that

౨ৎ since your mother is the goddess of marriage, you were very clear about the fact that percy was the man you were to marry, and everybody just like. accepted it

౨ৎ even people who had current or previous crushes on you accepted that, mostly because you often referred to him as your husband like it was a regular thing

౨ৎ percy lets you do it every time and never corrects you, even calling you his wife sometimes.

౨ৎ listen you had your entire future with him planned. from the proposal (if he didn’t do it by age 22, you fucking would), to the wedding, to having kids, all that. he knew he could not stop you like he knew you were prepared

౨ৎ but percy still loved every minute of it, because the thought of marrying you, the love of his life, was just astonishing. he loves you just as much as he loves the thought of making you his wife, because it was you he would be marrying.

[ruedesu]

where is the horse, where is the rider

lost into shadow, where i can not find her

[hashtagartistlife]

how much greek mythology do you know?

(for ichiruki month 2023 day 8: fairest)

[battledroidwrites]

the father and the son, but the daughter is destroyed.

morai has followed ahsoka to desolate peridea.

mortis returns.

[the-real-forbidden-kid]

A lot of people get super surprised when they learn that actually, Hephaestus and I are super chill. I don't interact with my godly half siblings that often? But, Hephaestus has had my back on Numerous Occasions. - M.🦚

[ sidenote: This Muse follows the more niche myth, in which it was zeus that cast Hephaestus off of mount olympus, and not Hera. That was the version of the myth the Mun grew up with, and thus is what xey use on this blog! If you wish to interact with Maria, in context of Hera's negative actions, please express as such in the ask/post! That way the Mun will know to specify it as an au

Much love <3 - O.]

[roguerambles]

Heron: "Oh, there you are. You were gone a while. Is everything...okay?"

Reader: *flushed, dishevelled, unable to look Heron in the eye* "I was...busy. Doing...things...." *blushing intensely*

Ares: *comes in behind Reader* "YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS!"