The Handmaid's Tale Fic: "Daughter of Hera" 1/1
Title: Daughter of Hera
Fandom: The Handmaid’s Tale
Characters/Pairings: Original characters
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 287
Rating: Teenish
Summary: She is the wife to a wealthy man.
Warnings: It’s been forever since I’ve seen the movie. I’ve never read the novel. I did once read an X-files fanfic based off of it, but that was also years ago. So, mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.
Prompt: The Handmaid's Tale, OFC, the story of a woman who isn't a handmaid.
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She was born to money, and that’s what made the difference. The monied women were the ones the men married. And it was a rare joy - very, incredibly rare - when that woman turned out to be fertile, and could produce a child for the marriage.
She wasn’t that lucky, though. Wealth couldn’t buy everything, and didn’t buy her what she most wanted, a child of her own. Or, that’s what everyone told her she wanted, though she wasn’t sure about that. Would it be better to do something other than produce children? Could she do something else, like study science, and try to understand why some women were fertile and others weren’t? Wouldn’t it be better to try and cultivate a friendship with these women, rather than breed them without any care for their feelings?
The crimson scarves, covering their faces, making them just bodies for men to fuck - and she could tell her husband enjoyed it far more when he didn’t have to caress or coax or show affection for the body trembling beneath him - it degraded the women so much, much more than not being able to produce a child.
Her husband likened himself to Zeus, sometimes, and she wondered if that meant she was Hera, and waiting for her wandering husband to come back home. It spurred her on, in ways no one might expect.
She decided she needed to take action, some way or another, and did it in the only way she could come up with. Running away with her handmaid was something she knew her husband would’ve never expected, nor her parents, but Gloria was a beautiful woman, and she couldn’t - wouldn’t - let her suffer any longer for this world’s mistakes.
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Fandom: The Handmaid’s Tale
Characters/Pairings: Original characters
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 287
Rating: Teenish
Summary: She is the wife to a wealthy man.
Warnings: It’s been forever since I’ve seen the movie. I’ve never read the novel. I did once read an X-files fanfic based off of it, but that was also years ago. So, mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.
Prompt: The Handmaid's Tale, OFC, the story of a woman who isn't a handmaid.
X X X
She was born to money, and that’s what made the difference. The monied women were the ones the men married. And it was a rare joy - very, incredibly rare - when that woman turned out to be fertile, and could produce a child for the marriage.
She wasn’t that lucky, though. Wealth couldn’t buy everything, and didn’t buy her what she most wanted, a child of her own. Or, that’s what everyone told her she wanted, though she wasn’t sure about that. Would it be better to do something other than produce children? Could she do something else, like study science, and try to understand why some women were fertile and others weren’t? Wouldn’t it be better to try and cultivate a friendship with these women, rather than breed them without any care for their feelings?
The crimson scarves, covering their faces, making them just bodies for men to fuck - and she could tell her husband enjoyed it far more when he didn’t have to caress or coax or show affection for the body trembling beneath him - it degraded the women so much, much more than not being able to produce a child.
Her husband likened himself to Zeus, sometimes, and she wondered if that meant she was Hera, and waiting for her wandering husband to come back home. It spurred her on, in ways no one might expect.
She decided she needed to take action, some way or another, and did it in the only way she could come up with. Running away with her handmaid was something she knew her husband would’ve never expected, nor her parents, but Gloria was a beautiful woman, and she couldn’t - wouldn’t - let her suffer any longer for this world’s mistakes.
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