ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵐˢᵉˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ

After seeing his uncle, Hercules had a feeling that a conversation like this would be coming. He'd wanted to give her a chance to explain herself without Hades' intervention, to see how much she would tell him about her connection to his uncle. Herc watched carefully as she downed the drink, the numbing of the pain of the truth that was about to come, he could only assume. In stark contrast, he took a slow sip off the top of his, cautious.

Meg was jittery, restless, as though she needed to get this off her chest. Immediately, all he could do was wonder just how long she'd been keeping whatever this was from him--from back when they'd fought over his uncle in the first place? Longer? Still, he gave a gentle smile, a nod, following her away from the bar and toward some quiet. "Yeah, of course," he agreed. "You know, you can tell me anything," Hercules added sincerely, gently. "I mean that--even if it's about him."

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

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She wished that was true, the words trapped on her tongue by the man who already held her life in his palm. There was so much she wanted to say, including words Meg barely knew the meaning of anymore. He had captivated her body and soul but her entirety belonged to another and it was in his uncle's grip that she had been suffocated. All that mattered to her now was ensuring Hercules was left unharmed even if that meant giving him up. "Wonderboy," she started unsure where to begin with words weighted this heavily. Her eyes shifted around the room to find somewhere safe to land but only found it in his gaze, that being the last place she could stay during this conversation. "He owns me, more or less. I belong to him and he... he wanted me to get close to you, to find out more about you." That was the tip of the iceberg but she continued to dive as deep as she could. "Then it kind of turned into something else and I just wanted to keep you safe, to keep you away from him. He wanted to know your weakness, something that would hurt you." Because he wants to kill you. It only echoed in her head instead of in the open where Meg wished it could be. "I know nothing I've said would make you trust me right now but... He isn't what he seems, you have to believe me." Her eyes found his then, searching for some way out of this mess or that he saw the truth beneath her gaze. "You have to stay away from him, from me, that's the only way they can't hurt you."

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Melissa Barrera as Laura Franco YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

Something was off, though Hercules couldn't quite yet tell what. Maybe Hades had told her he'd spilled the beans on their working relationship, or something else he didn't yet know about. Whatever it was, it clearly had Meg needing the courage and numbing of alcohol, having ordered herself a double shot of something strong. "Just a beer," he replied casually, "unless you think I need something stronger than that." Hercules raised a brow, giving her the space to admit to what had been off between the two before he could ask her directly. He didn't want to start the night on the wrong foot, but the thought of her not telling him about how she knew Hades was itching at the forefront of his mind. "So, I was talking to my uncle, and I didn't know you two worked together," he began, nonchalant as he opened the door to the elephant in the room. "You could've just told me that was how you knew him, you know, when we ... when it was a topic of conversation." It was as gently as he could approach the subject, having only his uncle's side of context on their relationship. As much as he cared about Hades, he cared for Meg, too, and it was only after hearing her side of the story that he could see the whole picture of what she'd been keeping from him.

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

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She didn't want it to end like this but a part of her knew it always had to. There wasn't a good way to break the news and it was only a matter of time before Hades had outed her to Hercules. The girl exhaled heavily, the burn of liquor coming through her nose, knowing what inevitably had to come next. "Can you make that two?" She signaled to the bartender who poured another double that Meg took down half of and held out the rest for him. "There's a lot I need to tell you or as much as I can. I should've done it earlier but," the girl's voice teetered off as she avoided the words, feeling self-aware of their surroundings. "Do you wanna go for a walk with me?" Meg asked partially to delay the inevitable and to make sure no unwanted eyes or ears were nearby. "I have some explaining to do." That putting things lightly.

For once it seemed like Meg was actually right about something, like maybe she could see into his own doubts as easily as he did into hers. Because the kid wasn’t Zeus, he had nothing to do with anything that happened back up on Olympus, and he was far too good to be getting mixed up in all of this. But Hades had come way too far to give up on his plans now all because he was getting a bit of a soft spot for the one little fucker that could ruin it all. While before he had wanted Hercules dead without any hesitation, the tides had shifted and though he had never told her so had his plans. There were plenty of other ways to keep the boy from joining in the fight when the time comes other than outright killing him. Not that his death was completely off the table as an option, a backup always being needed no matter how much Hades may not like the idea. “Oh you’re done with him completely,” he shoots back, a smirk growing on his lips as he keeps hold of her chin and stares right down as he gives his next order. “You’re going to end things with him. You can see him one last time, let’s make it a whole party, actually. Halloween. Go as his date, wear a slutty little costume, and end it. Break his heart and leave him forever. And if you don’t, if you even think about sneaking around to find him again, well that’ll be the last thing you or he will ever do.” In truth he had no plans to kill his nephew over this, but he would have no hesitation in putting an end to Meg’s life if she disobeyed him once more.

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hades

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Maybe it was better to get her away from him, that way she couldn't continue to damage a life she had no good being in. It also meant that she wouldn't be able to protect him in the way she wanted when kept at a distance. Meg knew it was coming, the inevitable end to something that was too good to be true after having been started on a lie. She deserved her punishment but from the boy she betrayed and not the god who held her future in his palm. The muscles in her jaw tightened while listening to his instructions for the upcoming party. Hades had put the nail in her coffin, making sure that if she wanted to keep Wonderboy safe she would never see him again. "He won't get hurt?" It was bold to ask, but Meg had already been caught red-handed in her feelings. If she could do something to protect him then maybe it would all be worth it or at least she hoped so when the end of the tunnel seemed so dark right now. "I'll end it, okay?" Wonderboy had deserved someone a lot better than her anyway but it wouldn't keep it from hurting, the guillotine finally dropping after months of her staring it down. "But at least consider the fact all your nephew wants is a family, a connection to someone, to you. One you and I both know he's never going to get from Zeus." While she wished Hercules could reunite so easily with his family, she'd come to learn that wasn't how gods worked and nothing about his father was simple. "He's more than just a means for revenge, a lot more."

The revelation that Meg had been working for Hades had come out of left field. Hercules hadn't approached the subject since his uncle had told him the true nature of their relationship, and, knowing that they were both going to be at the party he was attending, it seemed he was going to leave the matter still untouched. The last thing he wanted was to corner her in front of the man she apparently had reason to want to stay away from. As he approached the hotel, he spotted Meg outside, a cloud of smoke blurring her face as he gave her a wave. "Hey, you," he greeted, placing a kiss to her cheek as he reached her. "I didn't know you smoked. Guilty pleasure?" He knew it wasn't the healthiest habit, but but there were worse things she could engage in. Maybe she was just as nervous as he was for this crossover inside to occur. As much as he was itching to mention his uncle, there was still a chance the opportunity would present itself if they were to run into him inside the hotel. "I thought you'd never ask. What're you having tonight?"

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

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Tonight her lies would come to fruition and she was already dreading what would inevitably happen. A drink was her best bet for getting through the night, struggling to even look him in the eyes knowing what would come later. She tried to force a smile after his greeting but the brunette faltered, deciding to turn her attention to their destination instead of getting caught in the moment. Maybe that was the problem from the beginning when Meg stopped seeing him as a job but something more. "Yeah, something like that," she replied to the habit she couldn't seem to break which had more in common with him than he knew. If she could've thrown him out like her cigarette bid she wouldn't be drawing blood from chewing the inside of her cheek. Meg found solace when they got to the bar as if it was her first chance to breathe since his arrival. "Double shot of whiskey for me." That being the least amount she'd need to coat her throat for the words she'd have to find momentarily. "What about you? Pick your poison," she asked, finally meeting the eyes she'd been avoiding, a smile immediately softening her scowl once they interlocked.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” he asks, though there’s not yet any real heat in the words. Shaking his head, he takes a few steps closer to the girl and stares her down as he repeats the question. “No, really, tell me sweet Meg. Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” Before she has a chance to actually answer that, he’s already walking away and speaking again. It was what Hades did best, really, amping up the dramatics of it all just for the sake of it. “The kid’s in love with you. Don’t act like you aren’t fully fucking aware of that fact. And you know what? I bet I know exactly why you haven’t told me any of this. Not because you assume I’d already have figured out you’d try sleeping with him - but because something far more dangerous has happened now, hasn’t it?”

Turning back to face the girl, there was a flare in his eyes as he dared her to try to deny it. When she doesn’t open her mouth fast enough, he’s quick to practically appear right in front of her again, taking her chin in his hand and applying the smallest amount of heat just to remind her exactly who she was dealing with, since it seems like she’s forgotten. “You’ve fallen in love with him too,” he states simply, as if there’s no debating the fact. He hadn’t been certain of it before this encounter, but after every twist and turn she tried to make to get out of this corner she’d backed herself into it was clear as day that’s exactly what had happened. Or at least, Hades had decided it was - and once he made up his mind of something, there was no changing it, not even if he was wrong and she really was just trying to do her job. A smirk grows on his face and his grip tightens ever so slightly, heat increasing, as he lets out a cackle. “Oh, my silly little flower… I think I’ve found his weakness right here.”

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hades

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It wasn't that Meg doubted Hades' intelligence but she had to at least try to go over his head. Denial was one thing she never feared swimming in, spending more time there than her employer would've preferred. He was cornering her for the truth now but the brunette bit her tongue as the words continued to roll out. She could feel it building inside of her, a brick for every step he took towards saying what had consumed the hole in her chest. Any sort of expression would be giving him what he wanted, the confirmation that he'd seen through her and into the soul he already held in his hand. Meg went to strike back but he beat her to it. The words knocked the wind out of her but never lost her composure while his eyes bore into her. His grip on her only caused her jaw to tighten and try to recoil from his touch. "He's not Zeus and you're going to make him pay for the sins of his absent father," she fought back knowing the point was mute but having to try. "All he wants is a family. Fuck, he's even happy about being related to you and you have the knife to his throat." Megara's eyes didn't falter from the man whose plaything she'd become. Now he was watching her beg for the life of another man, knowing now that this was the only one worth fighting for. "Do whatever you want to me but I'm done helping you hurt him."

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SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

#ⁱ ᵗⁱᵉ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ˢᵃⁿᵈᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( self. )#ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡ 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 ( inspo. )

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YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

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MELISSA BARRERA via lilly_keys on Instagram (October 25, 2024)

#ⁱ ᵗⁱᵉ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ˢᵃⁿᵈᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( self. )#MOMMA MOMMY MAMI

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Melissa Barrera "You Monster" Press

Normally he’d be more offended at the implication that anyone liking him was in bad taste, despite the fact that even Hades could admit that was likely true, but right now he hardly cares at all about her little quips. No, what he was focused on was getting his fucking answers finally. Because it was clear as day now that Meg had been holding back something, and while he had a fairly good guess at what that may be, he was ready to dig until that suspicion was confirmed. “I don’t have to tell you shit. I’m the one in charge here, not you, and it’d be smart for you to remember that,” he reminded her sharply, moving to stand over by the window again, leaning against the wall with his eyes still glued to the girl like a hawk. “Oh you’ve been getting close alright, I heard all about how close he feels to you.” Though she offhandedly admits to dating the boy now, it’s too late, and he feels she likely knows that. Her question of what she’s needed for anymore is one he plans to address in a minute or so, but for now he still has a few more buttons to push, just to ensure he gets the entire truth out of his little nut. “When were you planning to tell me that you started fucking the kid? I told you to get to know him, find his weakness, not turn him into your new boyfriend.” He already knows what’s going to come next. She’ll deny it meaning anything, claim that dating him was all an act to do her job like he’d asked, and Hades would be ready for his own move right after hers.

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hades

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She was playing with fire to put it lightly. The man who held her soul in his hand was tightening his grip which meant she had no choice but to comply. While her feelings for his nephew had blossomed, Hades' hand on her wasn't something she had control of, and when he said jump she was forced to ask how high. Meg had fought as much of his involvement as she could once realizing how she wanted to protect the very person she was tasked to destroy. "Isn't that what you wanted? He's letting me in, he's trusting me, all part of the plan, right?" There might've been more beneath the surface but the brunette prayed it would continue to fly under the radar. Her eyes rolled at his assumption, wondering if she was doing the job he wanted and how else he expected it to get done. "Yeah and? He's a guy, isn't the best way to get to know him through his pants?" While they hadn't actually gotten that far she didn't want to share the intimate details with her employer. "What would you suggest? It's not like he's taking me out to nice dinners and texting me good morning or anything." The girl's jaw tightened as she observed the man who held her eternity and there was no sight of an end if she didn't do her job how he wanted. "He doesn't have any weaknesses that I've found yet. I don't even know if he realizes he has one yet."

It wasn't exactly what he was expecting her to do, to simply start to walk out of the bar without so much of a second thought, but Hercules wasn't going to complain--he would take any opportunity to make up for lost time with Meg. As she headed toward the door, Hercules reached for her hand as she guided them out of the crowded bar. Maybe it was too early to make such a gesture, given how long it had taken him to ask her out to begin with, but Herc kept his hand in hers as they headed down the street, simply praying she wouldn't let go. The Lair wasn't nearly as packed as the Duckling had been, the clubbers blissfully unaware, or simply ignoring, of what had happened outside the walls that night. He took a stool beside her, grateful to be somewhere they could talk without risk of eavesdropping over the loud music. "To making it out of the shitshow," he proclaimed as their beers arrived, tapping his glass to hers before he drank. "Y'know, by chance, I guess. I'd taught a class at Phil's earlier today, and I figured I'd just stay after to work the desk--people wanted to go to the boardwalk, and I didn't mind doing it. I was just at the right place at the right time," he admitted with a shrug, the story not entirely exciting. "And you're sure you're okay? I didn't miss anything big, did I?" Hercules quickly added, unsure if she simply hadn't wanted to tell him earlier with a crowd around them.

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

- timeskip -

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While she hadn't initially wanted to go to the event it was her boss's attendance that assured her own. The last thing she was going to let happen was Hercles at the same event as his Uncle without her watchful eye, it had been enough knowing they were in casual conversation. That was where she came in. The brunette was playing both sides with impending doom approaching, her series of lies started to get tangled in the truth and the ones Hades had created. Somewhere amidst all of it, she'd developed actual feelings for the mission, a man who deserved far better than she had provided or would ever be able to. Hercules was more than any of the gods could wish to be, uncorrupted by his ego with a heart of gold that she knew she'd eventually break. Meg waited outside of the hotel for her date's arrival and took the opportunity to light up a smoke which was just another bad habit she couldn't quit. It didn't come as a surprise that after a few puffs, he was walking up to her meaning the night had officially begun, no longer able to hide beneath her smoke cloud. "You clean up nice, Wonderboy," Meg smirked once he was within earshot. The cigarette was put out on the cement wall behind her before tossing it to the ground and taking hold of her date's arm instead. "You think you can help a girl find a drink around here?"

At the very least, Hercules could accept the agreement to keep his uncle's name unsaid between them, especially if it meant getting to keep her around. The very last thing he wanted to lose was what he had with Meg, regardless of who was coming between them. As much as he wanted to share with her all his excitement of finally getting to meet Hades, and actually form what he thought might be a real friendship between them, there were simply some things in life that were better left unsaid. It was with a nod that he wordlessly agreed to her warning: his family had been known to leave him before, and Hercules would've been lying if he said he wasn't at least mildly scared that his uncle might do the same. With a light smile, he took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Good. You just saved me a lot of embarrassing begging," he joked, though if that was what it would've taken to get her back, Hercules would've done it in a heartbeat. "Do you wanna, maybe, get a drink, or something? Whenever you're off your shift, that is. I feel like we could probably both use one, and you need to fill me in on whatever I missed between the last time I saw you and shit hit the fan in here."

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

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Meg had done it again. She'd gotten herself into a sticky situation where her feelings were getting ahead of her better judgment but this one really seemed different. He wasn't like anyone else she'd ever met, let alone dated. It was because of how special he was that Meg had known exactly what she needed to do which was make sure Hades didn't sink his claws into his nephew. If anything happened to him now, that blood would be on her hands and she couldn't, no, she wouldn't let that happen. "Well, in that case..." the brunette teased as she jokingly considered taking it back to see him do just that. If only things could be simple. Meg wondered if she'd never gotten twisted up with Hades if they could've met by chance at the bar and been able to give themselves to each other entirely. Then again that was the very same thing she promised herself she'd never do after the mistake that was her ex-boyfriend. "Let's get the fuck out of here," the girl responded with her head nodding towards the door and her feet following with Hercules in tow. There had been enough shenanigans at the Snuggly Duckling for one day and Meg was long overdue for a drink of her own. He was led just a few buildings down to The Lair where she frequented after her shifts for a nightcap. "Two stouts," Meg orders once they arrive at the bar and she can sit for the first time in hours. "So how did you get so lucky and happen to avoid the shitshow?"

closed starter for @peloponnesianminute location: hades' office at the club

It had only been a day since he’d gotten his nephew rip roarin’ drunk off of some old wine he’d been storing for a few centuries, but it felt like an eternity had passed as he waited for his favorite little minion to show up at his door. Normally he’d be playing with his darts or messing with a flame or two as he sat around, but he was feeling far too impatient to deal with any of that. Instead, he sat on the edge of his window, staring down at the street and shaking his leg as he watched for the telltale signs of Megara. The moment her familiar head of hair came around the corner, Hades was up and at it, standing by the door to open it the exact moment that she appeared on the other side.

“There she is,” he croons, grin wide and sickeningly sweet, one that she knew all too well meant trouble. Stepping aside so that she could enter his office, he closes the door with a flick of his finger and snaps the lock shut. Seemingly that should only keep others from coming in, but with his magic it thankfully would also have them locked in. Or well, more accurately, it would have Meg locked in. He himself could leave whenever and however he wanted - the joys of being a god. “So, my sweet little nutmeg. Tell me, how’s the boy wonder case going? Discover anything interesting recently? ‘Cause I sure have, ya know. An interesting guy that nephew of mine is, ain’t he?” This was her one chance, the only one she’d ever get, to be honest with him and maybe earn a bit of mercy or understanding. If she didn’t play it exactly the way he wanted her to, well, things might not be pretty.

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hades

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She knew whatever that he wanted couldn't be good. Since the attack Meg had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, flying far too close to the sun that day to not get burned. It was only a matter of time before her web of lies caught the spider itself and her day of reckoning had come. When she showed up to his office Meg didn't even have time to knock before he'd already opened the door for her unflinching the brunette entered with her frown already in its place. "Hey boss," the female mutters as she makes her way into his office, plopping heavily into one of his chairs and tossing her jacket onto the seat beside her. Meg tried to keep any of her concerns to herself, play off this meeting as if it was like any other and she hadn't a care in the world. The less he more what she had to hide, the better off it would be for her later. When he popped the question Meg felt some sense of relief that it hadn't been about Rapunzel but expecting it wouldn't be far behind this conversation. "He seems to think pretty highly of you," she started to signal that she'd been informed of their meeting. "And he seems to like me so at least we know he has bad taste." The girl presented her own sickly sweet smile but it fell quickly as she got back to the case at hand. "No weaknesses yet, seems like he's built just as strong inside as he is on the outside. I'm getting closer though, he trusts me now, but it would've been nice to know that you were getting your own hands dirty with this one." Meg tried to turn it back onto the man but knew it wouldn't stick, if she wanted to get herself out of this one she'd need to be more clever than that. "What do you need me getting close to him for when you could just date him yourself now?"

Hercules couldn't help but smile at the words she'd clearly let slip. It didn't take long of knowing Meg to see that she wasn't one to be purposely romantic, or to be particularly sappy when she didn't have to be. When she let the light through her cracks show, though, he couldn't help the grin that grew in response. "I still make the cut?" he teased, before pumping his fist ceremoniously in their air. "I'm just glad your'e okay, seriously. I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't been here and you--" he cut himself off, shaking his head at the possibility he didn't even want to speak of. Hercules gave her a smile, glad this seemed to be the end of the first real conflict between them. "We don't have to talk about, uh ... about him, if you don't want to, anymore. I don't want him, or anything, or anyone, getting in the way of--of us." He realized how presumptuous it sounded, that there would even be a them to speak of unless Meg wanted there to be, too. "If that's, uh, something you still wanted. I would understand if things ... if you've changed your mind."

#𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ( threads. )#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;; hercules

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He shouldn't have, that was the problem. Not because he wasn't good, in fact, he was practically perfect, but it was becoming clear just how close the girl who promised herself to never feel again was getting to loving again. She'd been pretending for a while now. From convincing Hades she was doing her job to convincing herself she wasn't falling again, there couldn't be a way she came out unscathed. Meg knew his uncle was getting closer to the truth and that it was only a matter of time before her house of cards became 52 pick up. "He's your family and I know how long you've waited to find that." The brunette bit her tongue and the knowledge she couldn't share even if she wanted to. He deserved to get to know the family he never had but she only wished it could be someone else that didn't have his destruction in mind. "Just be careful, okay? Not everyone around here is as nice as they seem," her voice fading off as she thought back on her own dishonest actions. Meg knew her truth wouldn't paint her in a good light but none of it mattered if he didn't get out the other side safely. "Don't worry about that, it takes a lot more to get rid of me," she said while holding the knowledge that it would most likely be him who never wanted to see her again once the truth came out.

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