Can I request a drabble with angel!Herc and a shy!timid!reader where he finds them singing and it's really cute? Thanks!
Hercules walked up to the entrance of the small bookstore (Y/N) owned. He always walked her home after she closed everything for the night. She insisted it wasn’t necessary, but what kind of guardian angel and boyfriend would be be if he put her safety at risk. (Y/N) was always soft spoken and shied away from confrontation so he always looked out for her. They had been inseparable since he had saved her from an man overstepping his boundaries at a bar her sister had forced her to go to. “You need to get out some more” “How will you ever meet a man if you are always buried in your books” she had said. He smiled at the thought that her sister had been right, they had met that night.
He knew right about now she would be in the back of the store in her private reading nook. She always found peace in her books, they were easier to deal with than people. He walked past the shelves and silently made his way towards the back room, but stopped when he heard it. Music played quietly from one side of the store and he could hear a beautiful light voice singing along with the melody. Following it he found (Y/N) dusting off the shelves of the antique section and he was shocked to see that the source of the beautiful singing was her.
He had never heard (Y/N) sing before and he found himself frozen in place taking it all in. Hercules had never heard her sing before and had never seen her look more confident. Her voice didn’t hold a single bit of the timid tone that it usually did, it sounded strong and and she seemed so sure of herself as she swayed her hips. She was radiant.
“Wait a second, why, should you care, what they think of you? When you’re all alone, by yourself, do you like you? Do you like you? You don’t have to try so hard, you don’t have to, give it all away, you just have to get up, get up, get up, get up, you don’t have to change a single thing…”
You smiled to yourself as you cleaned the shelves and placed a few stray books in their placed. You continues to sing with your music happily and turned around to grab some more books and stopped in your tracks when you saw Hercules standing watching you with his mouth slightly agape.
“Hercules! Um… hi… I didn’t hear you come in,” you muttered feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Don’t stop,” he said, “You sounded beautiful.”
“Oh please Herc… you get to hear literal angels singing all the time…”
“Which is why I’m so qualified to tell you how beautiful you sounded,” he said simply, “Trust me love, you should sing more often.
Thomas looked down at her with a smirk. “Why? You have a crush on them?”
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, hitting him lightly and playfully. “No, I don’t even know them. I’m just- just want to know who they are.”
“That is the group of boys led by the man who is the bane of my existence.”
“Sounds like a good guy,” she commented. “I think I’ll go talk to them.”
Thomas narrowed his eyes at his sister. “If they so much as look at you the wrong way, I will tear him apart from limb to limb.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”
Y/N got to her feet, tucked some hair behind her ear, and began to stride over to the group of boys. They turned to her as she approached. She studied their reactions- some of them seemed pleasantly surprised, though the man in front, with long black hair, pulled back in a ponytail, glared at her.
“You’re Jefferson’s sister,” he said as she stopped in front of them. Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
“And you’re the famous Hamilton,” she replied, stepping closer. “My brother talks about you often.”
Hamilton snorted. “And what does he say?”
“I don’t want to repeat it,” she said softly. “I wanted to say hi.”
“Hi,” said the man with freckles and curly hair from behind Hamilton, pushing his friend aside. “I’m John Laurens.”
“Hercules Mulligan.”
“Marie-Joseph-Paul-” with a look from his friends, the tallest stopped talking. “Lafayette. Just call me Lafayette.”
She giggled. “Y/N Jefferson- by birth, not by choice.”
Lafayette took her hand and kissed her knuckles, making Y/N blush a bit. She could practically feel her brother’s eyes boring into her without turning around, although she never faltered.
“Mind if I hang with you guys? If I don’t, it’s back to my brother, and…” she trailed off. Alexander chuckled.
“Sure- anyone who can make a snide comment about Jefferson earns my respect.”
John quickly intertwined his fingers with hers, although they had only just met. Before they moved on, Y/N turned around and stuck out her tongue at her brother. Thomas, with a large scowl on his face, rolled his eyes at her.
“We were just going to get some coffee,” Laurens told her, grinning at Y/N. She smiled back, lost in his eyes and hair and freckles- she was falling for the man she had just met. One of the men her brother hated.
Hercules put his hand on the small of her back, helping to guide her. It didn’t go unnoticed when Mulligan then put his hand in Laf’s.
She turned to him. “Are you two dating?”
Lafayette shifted uncomfortably. “Actually, we all are.”
Her face brightened. “Oh, cool! That must be awesome!” she looked down at her hand, still in John’s. “Am I having an affair right now?”
They laughed. “No, it’s fine,” Alex said, taking Laurens’ other hand. “But only if I get to join the affair.”
The five made their way to the local coffee shop. Their position gave them a few looks, and it almost made her uncomfortable, the way people thought she was part of the relationship, but it was also exciting- she found herself wanting to be included.
While Alex and John went to place their orders, the last three picked out a table. Lafayette, always the gentleman, pulled out her chair for her, making her turn pink and stutter out a quick thanks. She took the moment to study him- he was undeniably handsome with tan skin, curly hair, and brown eyes. Then she turned to Herc, scanning his cropped hair and dark skin.
Y/N quickly looked down when Hercules caught her eye, blushing and nervous. She would not allow herself to fall for these men- they were already in a happy relationship. She didn’t want to ruin anything.
“Here you go,” Alex said, sliding a cup in front of her and repeating her order.
“Thanks,” she replied quietly, taking a sip of her drink and smiling.
“This is the start of something,” John announced after a moment, a goofy grin on his face. “The start of a great friendship.”
Everyone smiled, nodded, and cheered, but they all knew- this was something far beyond friendship.
…
“I’m here,” Y/N called out, closing the door behind her with her foot. “I come bearing 3 boxes of pizza that will fall if you don’t come help me!”
John appeared from around the doorway, an easy smile on his face. He took all three boxes of pizza and her purse, setting it down on her seat at the kitchen table. She smiled at him thankfully, took off her jacket and hung it up, and walked into the living room.
“Hey, guys, I brought food!”
Laf got up from the couch and set down his book, walking over to her and kissing her cheek affectionately. “Mon cheri, you are a lifesaver!”
“I try,” she said with a laugh.
Herc was after him, giving her a big hug. “Thank you. I swear, without you, sweetheart, we’d be starving.”
“Remember that the next time we get in a fight,” Y/N teased, leaning into the hug.
“I could never fight with you.”
She blushed and pushed him on his way with a giggle.
Finally, Alex walked by, squeezing her hand and tugging her along with him. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to: their relationship consisted of little kisses on the forehead, walking through town with fingers intertwined. They didn’t need to talk, they knew each other so well that they could figure out the other’s emotions without a word.
“Here you go,” John said, sliding a paper plate in front of her filled with food.
“Thanks, John,” she exclaimed, giving him a big smile before biting into her meal.
Laurens exchanged a look with Hercules, who was already eating at the head of the table. After being friends with the young woman for almost a year, the four of them were ready to ask her to join their relationship. She would flirt with them and accept their pet names and signs of affection with a blush and smile. They were sure she would accept, yet John still found himself nervous.
“Does Jefferson know you’re here?” Alex asked as he piled pizza on his plate.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah.”
“Does he like that you’re here?” Hercules asked with a chuckle.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do I need to answer that?”
They all laughed as Laf and John sat down. They all dug in, enjoying their dinner.
“It’s been so long since you’ve come over,” John whined as he ate. “It’s been so long since we’ve had real food!”
“First of all,” she began. “I was here last night when you were home alone and you thought you heard a noise, which happened to be your boyfriends who hadn’t left yet.” John blushed as they laughed. “Second, you call this real food?”
“It’s better than cheese and crackers!” John insisted, giving a pointed look to Alex, who shrugged.
“This is why Laf is supposed to cook! And if you really didn’t want cheese and crackers again, I could have made toast!”
After dinner, they were all on the couches, Laf, Herc, and Alex on one, all cuddled together, while John had his arms wrapped around Y/N. They all knew that their snuggling position was something beyond a friendly gesture, but none of them said anything.
Until John gave his boyfriends a look and separated from Y/N, making sure that she was looking at him.
“So, Y/N.”
“John,” she replied, looking a bit nervous. He smiled.
“We have something to ask you.” He turned to Laf, who got up and got on his knees in front of Y/N. Her eyes widened.
“Y/N, mon ange,” he said quietly, taking her hands and kissing them. “We’ve been friends for such a long time-”
“10 months!” Hercules added, walking over to them and sitting next to John.
Laf nodded. “10 months we’ve been friends, but you and I and everyone in this room know there’s something else here.”
John took one of her hands away from Lafayette, making her smile. “We want you to join our relationship, Y/N.”
Her mouth fell open. “Really?” she turned to Alex, the only one still in his seat. He walked over and perched on the arm of the couch. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek.
“I love you,” he admitted. “We all do.”
She grinned. “I love you all- yes, yeah! I’d love to!”
They all brightened and she offered them each a sweet kiss on the cheek.
“I was right,” John cried suddenly, pulling her into him again. “This is the start of something great- not friendship, something even better!”
Y/N giggled before frowning, smacking her forehead.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Herc asked with worry, squeezing her hand.
She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “How are we going to tell my brother?”
Request: *slides in* so… I heard your requests were open! Could I maybe get a Hercules x reader where they’re both too scared to ask each other out, so people gotta start meddling. Thanks bro bro! *slides back out*
A/N: May or may not have based this off of two main real events with my friends. 1) Sunday Brunch tradition in which I basically recounted our worst brunch. 2) That time I was Angelica and actually did the car/movie thing to my friend (who should be thanking me, she’s still dating that boyfriend three years later). Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!
There was one thing all of your friends could agree on: brunch was the best tradition you all had started.
“Jesus, Laf, did you get any batter in the waffle maker?” you asked half jokingly, as tan goo settled all over the John’s counter. John just sighed as Lafayette became indignant.
“I just put a little too much in!” he protested as batter continued to pour from the sides. You rolled your eyes and turned back to placing your cinnamon rolls in a pan to be baked.
John looked up worriedly from his pan full of julienned potatoes holding a bottle of vegetable oil. “Guys, how much oil do I put in? I’ve never done the hash browns before,” he disclosed, waiting for someone to take over for him. But rules were rules at brunch: once you claim a food, you finish it.
Mostly because then there was only one person to blame when that food got inevitably destroyed.
“A lot if you want them to become crispy,” Angelica replied, sitting on the counter from the other side of the kitchen. Hercule’s little brother Hugh watched your dysfunctional group try to make food with amusement from behind the counter Angelica was sitting on.
“You guys could help, you know!” you called back, grabbing the tube the cinnamon rolls came from and checking how long they needed to be put in the oven.
Angelica merely laughed. “I think you’re fine right now,” she commented, and you grumbled as you shoved your panned up rolls in the oven.
“Angelica and Hugh on dishes duty?” Herc asked you quietly as you stood up from the oven.
You smirked. “Works for me,” you murmured back. Herc smiled at you as he continued mixing his eggs in the skillet for the scrambled eggs, and you did your best to hide your blush. Then you looked past Hercules at Lafayette. The batter on the table was growing. You sighed.
“Laf, if it keeps overflowing, put less batter in,” you instructed. He shot you an annoyed glare.
“You think I’m trying this?” he asked frustrated, waving his batter ladle around, and subsequently splattering himself with the goo. You giggled as he stared defeated at the raw waffle on his chest.
“Um, guys?” John asked concerned as he furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his hash browns. “How long are these supposed to take?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know, like 5-10 minutes?”
He glanced up at you distressed. “Why aren’t they getting crispy?” At hearing this, Angelica–the usual maker of hash browns–hopped off the counter and peered over John’s shoulder at his pan.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice half-amused, half-annoyed. “I said put a lot in, not drown them in oil to the point the animals in the gulf feel bad for them. How much did you put in here?” she asked in disbelief. John slowly held up the once one-fourth filled but now empty vegetable oil bottle.
Angelica’s eyes widen and jaw dropped. She was about to say something when John cut her off. “Can we fix it?” he asked sincerely. She sighed.
“Put another bag of hash browns in this pan. Maybe it’ll all even out,” she suggested.
Herc was shaking to your side, and you looked up and noticed him trying not to laugh at John out loud. You playfully slapped him and pointed a finger. “Be nice,” you mouthed, right before you both went into a fit of giggles. John glared at you, but Herc calmed himself down enough to ask him a question.
“Hey John, do you guys have Tobasco here?”
Still with a bitter face, John pointed up to a cabinet, to which Herc eagerly grabbed the Tobasco from. “A little Tobasco makes every scrambled egg better,” he explained to you pointedly and you laughed.
The alarm on the stove went off for your rolls and you took them out, just as everyone else’s food was finishing up. You added the icing and set them on the table as Hugh set out places for everyone. Then everyone else followed suit with their food. The six of you sat around and surveyed the food, considering what would be the worst to choke down. Everyone figured the hash browns and shrugged. You would have to eat them anyways. All food must be finished at brunch.
Everyone grabbed their helping of everything as the back door opened and closed.
“I’m here!” you heard Alexander’s voice come from the back room. You all groaned.
Laf glared at Alex as he walked in. “You’re late, as usual. So you’re on dishes with Angelica,” he ordered.
Alex rolled his eyes. “I figured. But you guys are at least glad I’m here, right?” he asked with a smirk. All of you rolled your eyes as he sat down and began scooping up the food.
Your eyes all met and then nodded. It was time.
Laf was the first to complain.
“I knew these hash browns would be bad, but what the hell, Laurens?” Laf asked, glaring at John as he coughed. John looked innocently up at him. Laf pointed angrily down at the potatoes on his plate. “All I can taste is oil and salt.”
John shrugged. “I tried to balance out the oil taste with a lot of salt.” Everyone groaned at the thought of having to eat the hash browns in the near future.
You took a bite of Herc’s scrambled eggs, and coughed. “Herc, when you say ‘a little Tobasco’, how much are you talking?”
He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “The bottle isn’t that big. I just poured it all in.”
Angelica sighed looking at the scrambled eggs she was about to put in her mouth. She then scraped the eggs off, deciding to deal with them later, and instead focused on the waffles.
She stuck her fork in them, and look up exasperatedly at Lafayette. “Why is this waffle rock hard?”
Laf held up his hands in defense. “Why is everyone attacking me and my waffles? Focus on John and his oil salt.”
You observed everyone and faked a superior tone. “Well, well, well, my cinnamon rolls seem to be the highlight of this breakfast,” you commented smugly, and everyone glared at you as you laughed.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and Herc to your side began laughing slightly. You looked at him concerned and he pointed down at the cinnamon roll he just cut into on his plate.
It was basically just melted dough.
You sighed as everyone began laughing. You would never hear the end of this, but you smirked. Another Sunday, another brunch with completely inedible food.
But you all kept eating and complaining and defending yourselves throughout the meal. And when all the food was gone, you all agreed it was the worst brunch yet, and you couldn’t wait to see what happened next week.
As Alexander began starting on dishes, Angelica walked up to you. You shook your head and pointed at the kitchen. “Nope, you’re not getting out of dishes again Angelica. Go,” you commanded. She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah yeah, I’m going. I just came over to ask if you could bring Herc home. We carpooled, but I have a headache,” she asked solemnly. Herc’s house was slightly out of the way for you, but you acquiesced, narrowing your eyes slightly at Angelica who feigned innocence.
When dishes were over, Hugh made his way over to you. “Goodbye, Y/N,” he hugged you quickly. You stopped him and furrowed your eyebrows.
“Hugh, you’re going home with me. Angelica’s not feeling well and is going straight home,” you explained. Hugh gave an uncomfortable glance between you and Angelica who was behind you.
“Uh, well,” he struggled to find the words. “She didn’t mention that, so, um… Bye!” Before you could process what was happening, Angelica and Hugh bolted out the door. You stood in disbelief. You’d been played.
Awkwardly, you turned back around and faced Herc, who also had a faint blush on his cheeks. You sighed.
“Guess it’s just us then,” you stated, trying to break the tension. Herc shot you a soft smile, and you both made your way out the door to your car.
The car ride was a strange mixture of feeling content, and feeling slightly on edge. You both tried to keep a casual conversation going, but you both noticed the elephant in the car: you both knew why you were in here. Herc was supposed to ask you out.
But you knew it wouldn’t happen. Even though the two of you knew that you mutually liked each other, Herc just wasn’t prepared to ask you out yet. And honestly, you weren’t prepared for him to ask you out either. You were willing to be patient. Your friends were not. As you drove, Hercules mentioned the movie him, Angelica, and John were planning on seeing that night. Not even thinking of the implications of it, you offhandedly mentioned wanting to see the movie.
Hercules became very quiet and you silently cursed yourself. Eventually however, he responded.
“I mean, you could come with us,” he offered uncomfortably. Your heart tightened.
“Are you sure?” You didn’t want to force him into offering if he really didn’t want to take you.
“Yeah,” he stated in a slightly higher voice. “I’ll- I’ll pick you up tonight, since you’re driving me home now. I mean, only if you want me to,” he offered, and your palms began becoming sweaty. You took a deep breath.
“Yeah, sure,” you answered, the words sticking in your throat. He gave you a tight smile as you pulled into his driveway and exited the car, to which you returned with your forced smile of your own.
On the drive back to your house, Angelica called you.
“So?” she asked excitedly. “Did he take his chance?” You rolled your eyes.
“I honestly hate you right now, Ang,” you commented, to which she responded with a laugh. “No, he did not ask me out.”
“What the hell?” she screeched from the other end of the phone. “Nothing? I set him up for it and he doesn’t take it?”
You gritted your teeth. “Ang, he doesn’t need set up. And besides me inviting myself along to your movie tonight and him offering to pick me up, nothing happened.”
Angelica paused. “He invited you to the movie tonight?”
“Were you not listening? I invited myself. Don’t make this into what it’s not… Ang? Angelica?” You glanced down at your phone. Lost call. You sighed as you pulled into your driveway.
You spent the rest on the day aimlessly wandering your house. Your parents had a fundraising benefit they would be out for all day, which left you and your sister alone for the afternoon. Just from passing by her room the few times you had made your way down that end of the house, you could tell she was re-binging The Last Airbender and wouldn’t be out of her room for awhile.
And that left you alone with your thoughts.
Why had you been so dumb and made Herc so uncomfortable by forcing his hand in inviting you to the movie? It wasn’t like you two hadn’t gone to the movies with other people before, but it was always a mutual decision. Herc never had to invite you. And you never had to think of the larger implications of it. This was exactly why the two of you weren’t ready to date. Neither of you knew how to handle this.
You sighed and slumped down at the kitchen table. Glumly, you checked the time and noticed it was getting close to the time Hercules would pick you up. Time to get ready you supposed.
As you ran to your room, you stopped outside your sister’s door. “Shan, free for all for dinner, okay?” You heard a mumbled “whatever” and an intense explosion come from her laptop. A smirk crossed your face as you walked away.
You quickly changed into comfy jeans and a simple sweater, knowing even though it was warm outside, it would be cool enough to house rescued penguins in the theater. Absentmindedly, you ate the sandwich you made at your dinner table and watched out the front window for headlights. As you were finishing, they pulled into the driveway and your heart gave a little extra ‘thump’.
Grabbing your purse, you yelled, “I’m going out, Shan! Be back later!”
To which you received a “Katara no!” and you counted it as an “Okay!”
The first thing that hit you when you opened the passenger side door was the smell of Hercules’ cologne. It was familiar and comforting. You felt your stomach calm and your body relax. It was just Herc. It was just a movie with friends. It was nothing to be anxious about.
Herc started in on a story about Hugh trying to finally get their stuck basketball down from the ceiling. (The story of how it got there so infamous among the friend group, they’ve often argued it should never get rescued, but remain intact for monument purposes.) You giggled at the conclusion of the story of Hugh’s once again failed attempt and countered the story with how Shannon stayed in her room all day binge watching The Last Airbender. To which Hercules half-joked about turning around and joining her.
When you noticed you were getting close to the theater, you announced you were going to call Angelica to see where her and John wanted to meet you. Herc nodded in a agreement, and you quickly pulled out the phone and dialed the last person who had called you.
“Hey Ang, we’re almost here. Wanna meet in the lobby?” you asked, as soon as she picked up.
There was a slight pause, and you grew suspicious. “Uh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, but something came up, and John and I can’t make it anymore.” You slowly felt heat creep into your cheeks as you realized what she was doing.
“Angelica,” you growled warningly, but it didn’t deter her a bit.
“I’m so sorry. I wish we could get out of it, but we can’t. Let us know how the movie is!” she said as she made her move to hang up. You sat stunned as you heard a little rustling.
“Um, hey, Y/N?” John voice came over the phone. “I really wanted to see this movie, but Angelica’s holding me captive right now, so you and Herc better not make this all in vain.”
Angelica and you both screeched “John!” at the same time as he chuckled and hung up. Herc looked over at your exasperated look with one eyebrow raised and an amused expression. You tried to shoot him a little smile but dreaded saying the words that were about to come from your mouth.
“Uh, they, uh,” you stuttered, and his eyes met yours concerned. “They ditched us,” you finally admitted, averting your eyes and hoping the dark night would cover a little bit of the blush on your face as your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sweater.
Herc parked outside the theater and remained silent for a few moments. “Well,” he finally started slowly. “We’re here. Might as well see the movie,” he offered, with an unsure expression on his face as you peeked up at him.
With a sigh, you offered him a comforting smile. “Yeah, might as well,” you repeated lamely. Herc made his way out of the car and you used the time his back was turned to you to curse your friends. You were not going to be tricked into your first date with Hercules, the assholes.
After steadying your breathing, you exited the car and met Hercules at the back end of it. The two of you tried to keep light expressions as you made your way into the theater. But with every step, your heart pounded a little louder. Why couldn’t Angelica just have let this be a nice casual night out with friends?
As you approached the ticket window, you swiftly stepped ahead of Hercules and requested a ticket to avoid any potentially awkward scenarios in which the man at the window assumed Hercules was also buying your ticket. If you both bought your own tickets, it definitely was less of a date, you reasoned with yourself.
The threshold of the theater greeted you with a blast of unnecessarily cold air, and you let out an involuntary shiver. All of your senses gravitated you towards the heat source walking right behind you; nevertheless, you set your head straight and walked down the aisle. Stopping at a row about halfway down the theater, you glanced up at Hercules who gave you a wordless approval at your row of choice. Quietly, you plopped down in the seat and remain stoic as Hercules took his seat beside you.
Eventually, Hercules started up small talk about brunch earlier that morning and compared it to the group’s other food fiascos. And like always, it was so easy to talk to Herc that you slowly melted back into comfort with the conversation, glad neither of you were making this weird as it obviously was supposed to be.
Or maybe it was weird and you were in severe denial.
Either way, you enjoyed spending time with Herc, even though you didn’t know what you wanted this to be classified. Not a date, per se. But you didn’t want it to be nothing either. Which left you in a bit of a dilemma you could ignore while talking lightheartedly with Herc. But when the movie started, you knew you were doomed to your thoughts.
You couldn’t focus on the movie. You couldn’t move. And you most definitely couldn’t stop being painfully aware of the person sitting next to you.
At one point in the movie, his hand accidentally brushed yours; you stiffened so visibly, it took all your willpower not to slap yourself right then and there. Hercules gave you a side glance you couldn’t read, but you stared straight ahead, intently focusing on the movie you no longer had an interest in while you cheeks blazed. You prayed you couldn’t see how much you were blushing. How much of an effect he had on you.
You almost let out a sigh of relief as the credits began rolling. You had made it. Hercules shot you a strained smile, and tried to nonchalantly ask what you thought of the movie. “It was good” was your response, and the subject was dropped as you made your way back out to his car.
The two of you remained silently most of the way home. Your eyes stared blankly out the window as you tried to think of anything to say. But you were never good at the small talk, or easing over an awkward situation. That was always Herc’s role. And even he couldn’t soothe this.
When you neared your house, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You knew who it was before the message was even read.
“The movie’s over now right? So??” Angelica asked, and the tone of excitement got through the text. Unsure of how to respond, however, you ignored it.
“Hey I can see you read my text. What happened?”
You continued to stare out the window, blatantly ignoring the texts and just wishing to be out of the car. Because you didn’t know what you were feeling. You had thought you didn’t want this to be your date, but the way Herc was being so quiet scared you.
Maybe he didn’t want this to be a date because he never wanted anything to be a date between the two of you.
Your heart squeeze painfully at the thought as your phone buzzed, notifying of yet another text of Angelica’s.
“Y/N, please stop ignoring me. Just tell me what happened.”
You gritted your teeth as you read the words. Then with a deep breath as Herc turned into your driveway, you typed a response.
“Nothing.”
A typing bubble popped up immediately, but you shut your phone off, feeling a bit of pressure build up behind your eyes. You couldn’t do this right now. Your phone buzzed and you didn’t even bother to look down at it.
Though parked in your driveway, you remained in Herc’s car still for a moment. Then you took a deep breath, and forced a smile. “Thank you,” you mumbled, unbuckling your seatbelt.
As your hand reached for the door handle, Herc announced a quick “Hey!” and you turned back confused. With eyebrows furrowed, you inquired what he wanted.
“I- um- I…” He trailed off and let out a large gust of air. “Nevermind,” he finally concluded lamely. You bit your lip and grimaced, turning to make your way out of the car.”
“Wait, okay. I can- um-” He cringed as he tried the form the words, and then his eyes met yours; he sighed. “Do you want to get dinner this Friday?”
You felt frozen. Not a muscle in your body moved as you tried to comprehend the words.
You bit your lip and looked up at him unsurely. “With everyone else?” you squeaked.
He let out a small chuckle. “No. Just the two of us. Like a date. I’m- I’m asking you on a date, Y/N.”
“Oh,” you responded lamely, still trying to process his words. A date. He actually asked you out on a date. And you realized your insides were getting warm and a smile was crossing your face. A date. You’d like that. “I’d like that,” you finally responded sincerely, and he gave you a relieved smile.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as your eyes met his, and in that moment, everything suddenly felt right. It wasn’t awkward or unknown anymore. Your Hercules was right here. And you were going on a date with him.
He leaned toward you, and you almost met him in the middle, but you pulled back as his lips ghosted yours. His hurt expression wounded you a bit, but you explained shakily.
“If we kiss now, that’ll make this our first date, and this can’t be our first date, because we were dumb the whole night,” you detailed self-consciously. It sounded stupider out loud than it did in your head.
But he just smirked. “I wouldn’t want our first date to be any other way. Makes for a good story someday,” he commented, as he leaned forward closing the distance between the two of you.
As his lips softly pressed yours, you felt lighter than you ever had before. Your hands clung desperately to his shirt as his pulled away; your demeanor was now slightly intoxicated as you beamed shyly at Hercules, unsure if that just really happened. Mumbling your hand searching blindly for the door handle behind you, and you stumbled out of his car with a soft “Goodbye, Herc”.
You turned to walk to you front door, finally paying attention to the wildly buzzing phone in your hand. Without even reading the messages Angelica sent you, you quickly typed one in response.
“We have a dinner date set for Friday.”
It took mere seconds for a response.
“WHAT.”
“And we kissed.”
“YOU CALL THAT NOTHING?” she responded a few seconds later, and you giggled as you saw her name pop up as an incoming call.
As you hit accept and opened up the front door to your house, you smirked, thinking it definitely wasn’t nothing.
Apparently, nothing was nothing with Hercules. And you couldn’t be happier.
A/N: I’m inept at Hercules fics. Also, I have zero experience in office setting. Everything is from what I have read and I’m not sure if they’re accurate.
Warnings: None, I think. Workaholic, maybe. A slight curse or two.
It’s poorly made, I know
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If it weren’t for the deadline, you would’ve stayed at home. You knew to yourself that you were running a high fever, but you fought against it and went to work anyways.
This was a bad habit you have. You worked too much. Given from your past experiences, you really can’t blame yourself. All your life, you worked twice as hard than anyone just to make ends meet. Work was second nature to you.
“Morning, (Y/N),” a coworker greeted you as you rushed in the office.
“Morning,” you reply quickly before dashing to your desk. As quickly as humanly possible, you opened your laptop, spread your papers and went into work mode.
There were 3 more pages to go in your report and there is absolutely nothing entering your mind. Along with the agonizing headache, it feels like the world is ending.
It’s been less than an hour at work and you already needed a break.
Struggling to stand up without staggering, you headed for the snack room to get some water and aspirin. The journey was long, since you made slow steps. By the second, your headache increased exponentially. When you got to the snack room, you were more than ready to collapse.
“Out of all days I can be sick,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the glass off the counter and filled it with cold water. Now, where the hell was the aspirin? Right, the cupboard.
You craned your neck upwards and winced at the shooting pain in your forehead. One hand on your temple and another reaching for the box of painkillers in the cupboard, you stood on your tippy-toes. You barely touched the box when a large hand snatched it away. You whipped your head to the side and immediately regretted the action as the room started spinning.
Strong hands steadied you, saving you from falling. “Here.” The guy who took the box of aspirin and helped you to your feet handed it to you. “Thanks,” you say, glancing up at the guy. He was tall, almost a feet taller than you, since you had to crane your neck to actually see his head. His dark skin tone made him handsomer than he already is. Deep brown eyes, cropped black hair. Incredibly hot.
For a second you forgot your headache and fever, staring at the Greek god before you.
“I’m Hercules. Hercules Mulligan.” He reached out his hand towards you, smiling. It took you a moment to realize he was introducing himself. “(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied dazedly, shaking his hand. Damn it fever, making me an idiot, you think to yourself, a blush forming in your already flushed face.
Your sickness, probably reminding you of its presence, decided to act up at that moment and made your entire body weak. With that, your legs gave out and sent you crashing on the floor. Thank goodness Hercules’ hand still held yours in mid-shake, catching you in the process of your fall.
“This is the first time I actually made someone weak in the knees with my charm,” Hercules joked. You weakly smiled back, feeling lightheaded at the almost-crash.
“Oh, right.” His eyes widened realization. “You’re probably sick, since you’ve been looking pale. And holy crap, you’re burning up!” He placed his hand to your forehead, which made you flush even more. “You shouldn’t have gone to work, (Y/N),” he admonished.
“I have to,” you huff, “I have a deadline to meet.” He looked at you disbelievingly. Hercules began to open his mouth to admonish you again, but was interrupted by the opening of the door.
“What the hell, Herc?” You hear someone say. “This morning turns weirder and weirder.”
Hercules steadily brought you to your knees and to a chair. Finally, you got the chance to drink the painkiller. Now you patiently waited for the effects to kick in.
“Sorry for interrupting your morning, Alex,” Hercules apologized. Alexander waved it away.
“Nah, that’s alright. Just need some coffee. Busy with Mr. Washington’s documents.” Alex maneuvered around the snack room and casually made a cup of coffee. The room went into awkward silence, only the sound of the coffee machine filling the place.
As Alex set his cup down the table, he came to acknowledge your presence. “Hey, Alexander Hamilton.” He offered his hand out.
“ (Y/N) (L/N),” you reply, shaking his hand.
“Are you okay? You kinda look sickly,” he asks. You were about to answer that you were starting to feel well when Hercules intervened.
“Actually,” Hercules started, “(Y/N)’s sick today and she can’t work. Can you ask Mr. Washington to give her an extension?” You form a protest in you lips but Alex already answered, “Sure I can. I’ll tell him when I meet him later.”
“I’m feeling fine now, actually,” you interrupt. “I don’t think that would be necessary.”
“It’s no trouble at all, (Y/N),” Alex assured. “You know, you should also get a day-off today. Looks like you need it.” Hercules gave a little gasp.
“Is this true? Hamilton is telling someone to take a break? Hypocrital.” Alex mockingly glared at the burly man. “But seriously, you should take a break, (Y/N).” You seem to consider it for a second. A day couldn’t hurt.
“Okay then.”
It feels slightly regrettable as you pack up your things in preparation to go home. You already felt better, the headache was gone but the wooziness and the weak feeling wasn’t entirely gone though.
With a sigh, you slowly made your way out of the office. Completely opposite to what you did a few hours ago.
“(Y/N)!” Someone called out as you step out of the building. You turn to the voice and saw Hercules running up to you.
“Hello, Hercules.” You smile serenely at the man. “What is it?”
“I’m accompanying you,” he said.
“Pardon?” You blink in confusion.
“Well, someone’s gotta take care of you, right?” He flashed you a smile that made your knees (figuratively) go weak.
“Thanks, but I can manage,” you decline. “Besides, we just met.”
“But I want to,” he said stubbornly. “And I like you.” The sudden declaration threw you off-guard.
“You do?” You ask, dumbfounded.
“Yeah, and you probably like me back. If your legs buckling at my smile is a sign.” You roll your eyes at his cockiness.
“I was a sick,” you defend weakly. “But, kinda, yeah, maybe I like you too.” You shrug nonchalantly. Hercules’ smile widened at what you said.
“See? I’ve got charm for making you weak in the knees. Now come on, I’ll drive you to your place.”
You angrily walked down the street away from the bar where you were supposed to be having fun with your friends. The last person you had wanted to see what your ex boyfriend, specifically the ex boyfriend who had taken it upon himself to not leave you alone once he saw you.
“(Y/N) hold on!” His voice called after you.
“I already told you to leave me alone Sam,” you yelled without turning around.
“Come on babe please let me talk to you,” he begged trying to catch up to you.
You quickly looked around you for a shop you could slip into and lose him. You spotted the automotive shop that you had taken your car to a few weeks prior. The automotive shop with the incredibly attractive mechanic that looked way too good in his tank tops with those well built arms. As you rushed towards the door you hoped he was working today.
“Please be there… please be there today,” you said to yourself.
Looking through the window you felt relief flow through you when you saw him sitting behind the counter cleaning some kind of car part with a rag. You tore the door open and rushed in and the mechanic looked up in surprised.
“Can you help me?” You asked in a hurry.
He quickly picked up on your distress and stood up, “What’s going on?”
“I ran into my ex at the bar and he followed me and won’t leave me alone,” you explained as you saw Sam look through the window, “Oh shit…. There he is now. Please can you help me get rid of him?”
As if on cue Sam sauntered into the shop with a cocky smirk.
“There you are. Why did you run off like that. I just wanted to talk to you.”
The mechanic slowly put down the car part and came around the counter and crossed his large arms across his chest. Sam looked him up and down and took a small step back from the larger man that towered over him.
“Is this asshole bothering you babe?” He said protectively as he stepped slightly in front of you.
“Oh whoa…. Okay sorry (Y/N) I didn’t realize you were seeing someone,” your ex scampered realizing he had made a mistake.
“Yeah well next time a lady tells you to leave her alone you better fucking listen… understand?”
“Yeah sure no problem man,” Sam said before running out the door.
“Thank you so much,” you gush thankfully, “I don’t know how I can repay you for doing that.”
“Well I believe it’s usually customary for a boyfriend to treat his lady to a nice dinner,” he said with a smile.
You felt your face heat up at his comment and then smirked, “Well I believe it’s usually customary for a girlfriend to know her boyfriend’s name.”
“I’m Hercules. It’s nice to meet you,” he laughed.
A/N: The drabble nobody asked for but everybody needed.
“Y/N, I’m home!” Herc called, stepping into the house and setting down the grocery bags and hanging up his coat. He carried the plastic bags to the kitchen table and put them down. “Baby, you there?”
He heard a quiet whimper and a soft call. “Yeah.”
Hercules furrowed his eyebrows. “Baby girl, you okay? He walked over to their bedroom, the corners of his mouth turning down when he saw her curled up the bed. “N/N, what’s wrong?”
Y/N let out another cry. “Period,” she mumbled. Herc smiled a little, realizing the situation wasn’t very serious.
“Want to cuddle?”
She let out a breath and nodded shakily, her grimace temporarily becoming a smile at the thought of snuggling with her husband before another wave of pain hit her and she groaned. Herc quickly got under the covers, tucking the comforter around Y/N and pulling her against his chest.
“Anything I can do?”
She leaned closer to him. “Grow a uterus so you can feel my pain.”
“Aw, baby,” Mulligan said with a laugh. He nuzzled his head into her hair and started humming one of her favorite songs, the calming melody helping her drift off to sleep.
“Love you, sweetheart,” he whispered. Once she was fast asleep in his arms, he slowly detached himself from her and got up. In the kitchen, he started cooking her favorite meal and set out a glass of water for when she woke up. Quickly running to the store he grabbed some chocolate, extra supplies, and some snacks. Finally back home, with everything set out, he watched TV until she woke up.
“You did this all for me?” Y/N asked, smiling widely.
He pulled her against his chest. “Of course. Now, come on, I have your favorite show queued up. Ready to binge?”
A/N: This ended up being really stupid, but it’s cute. I love Herc so much! Thank you to my boyfriend @thedoctorlies-11 for inspiring me with his pigeons (wings on eyeliner according to him).
Requested by @kimmy-h-life
“No” Y/N whined, holding onto her boyfriend’s hand.
Hercules chuckled. “Come on, baby girl, I’ll be back before you know it.”
She sighed and pulled him in for one last kiss. “Do you have to?”
“Sweetheart,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “The boys and I haven’t been out for forever.”
She rolled her eyes. “You were out last night!” She pouted. “Don’t I look pretty?”
Hercules laughed. “You aren’t pretty.” Y/N hit him lightly. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Aw, Herc,” she cooed, kissing him. “Okay, you can go out, but I’m going to watch the next episode of Doctor Who without you.”
His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
She smirked in triumph and queued up the next episode, pretending to get settled on the couch. “Oh yes, I would.”
Slowly, Hercules raised his phone to eye-level and sent out a quick text to his friends. “You are an evil woman.”
“Yes, but you love me!” Y/N exclaimed, standing up and wrapping her arms around Mulligan. She smiled into his chest: Herc had to be the cuddliest person she had ever met.
“That I do,” Hercules said softly, kissing her. “I’ll stay home and snuggle with you, but if we’re having a date night, we’re doing it right. Go take out your hair and take off your makeup, change into your comfiest pajamas, and pick out a movie or two, I’ll go make the snacks.”
Y/N grinned, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and ran off. After changing and washing her face she grabbed her favorite movie and ran back in. Hercules was in a onesie popping popcorn over the stove.
“Not microwave popcorn?”
“Only the best for my princess!” Herc insisted, pouring the fresh kernels into a bowl. “Okay, I’ve got popcorn, soda, candy, and I got some ice cream while you were at work- your favorite!”
Y/N jumped a little, making him laugh. “You’re the best, Herc. I love you!”
“Love you too. Okay, I’ll be there in a second, wanna order a pizza?”
“On it.”
A few minutes later they were settled on the couch with the snacks and pizza on the table, Y/N’s favorite movie popped into the DVD player. She sat in Hercules’ lap, feeling his head on her shoulder. His arms were securely wrapped around her, keeping her in place. She leaned back and let him kiss her.
“I love you.”
“And I love this pizza- seriously, is this a new place?”
She frowned. “Herccc…”
“I love you, baby girl,” Mulligan insisted, kissing her again.
“Isn’t this better than hanging out with your friends?” Y/N asked, turning back to the movie. Herc shifted his grip on her.
“A million times better. I’ll choose you every time.”
Y/N whispered under her breath. “I choose you, Pikachu.”
Being a tavern girl in the midst of a war was never easy. There was what seemed to be an endless stream of British soldiers coming and going every night. You had plenty of regulars that never seemed to leave, most patrons that came into the tavern were high strung and ever worrying about battles upcoming. So when he walked in you immediately took notice.
This man was different, he was energetic and loud in comparison to the others. He was a handsome man. He was much taller and bulkier than any of the men you were used to seeing, his skin was dark and he seemed to always be wearing a cap on his head. He had a smile and energy that seemed infectious to everyone in the entire establishment. You found yourself hoping every night that he would return, but also you knew with a war going on there was always a chance he would not return. The thought of this made you incredible sad and you had barely even spoken to the man.
As you stood wiping down the bar you once again looked at the man, who’s name you had learned from one of the other soldiers was Hercules. You jump slightly when you meet his eyes and he smiles at you. You look down quickly to hide your blush and continue to work.
“Good evening,” a male voice said startling you.
As you look up you see that he had gotten up from his table and was now leaning on the bar with a wide smile.
“Hello Sir. What can I get for you?”
“The name is Hercules, you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’,” he laughed.
“(Y/N), it’s very nice to meet you Hercules,” you blush as he kissed the top of your hand.
A few weeks pass since the night Hercules had introduced himself to you and spent the rest of the evening only paying attention to you. He would come most nights and make his way straight for you when he walked in the door. He always lightened the dreary mood and made you laugh. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t starting to fall for the large man.
As you wiped down the tables you heard the men complaining about conditions of the camps and where they were planning on marching to next. You couldn’t help but wonder if Hercules would end up marching on and leaving as well.
“Will you be leaving soon with the rest of the men?” You ask him trying your best to not look sad at the idea.
“It depends. I may not be going with the men you heard talking. Where did they say they were heading?”
You picked up a tray of mugs and began cleaning it, “ They said they are heading north near the river to log whatever they can find there.”
He looked incredible interested in that fact. He continued to gossip about different missions and battles that had taken place for the rest of the night.
“I won’t be back for a week or so,” Hercules said before leaving, “I hope to see you again when I return.”
Hercules made his way quickly to General Washington to relay the information he was able to uncover from the tavern and from his tailoring shop. The General quickly sent word to move the troops away from the river so they would not be found by the British advances. (Y/N) had been unknowingly extremely helpful and Hercules felt a pang of guilt for taking advantage of what information she had gathered. Guilt was the least of his problems though, because as each day went by he missed seeing your smiling face greeting him when he went through the tavern’s door. It didn’t take him long to realize he had fallen in love without even realizing it was happening.
“Fuck…what am I supposed to do now. I’m a spy and if she finds out she would be in danger of treason. I can’t let that happen.”
As he makes his way back to the town in the south his guilt was turning into full blown fear. What would happen if he was discovered? What if they thought you were an accomplice? What if the British won the war? (Y/N) was now in a terrible position and it was all because of him. He had to put an end to it. He had to keep you safe. All he needed was any bit of information that could lead to a victory in Yorktown and then he would disappear.
When you heard the tavern door swing open you had never been more excited to see a customer come in. You recognized his tall silhouette immediately as he sat at a table. That’s odd he didn’t come over and say hello like he usually does. You frown as you walk out from behind the bar.
“Hercules!” You rush over to him. “How are you? Did your mission go well?”
“It went as expected,” he said quietly.
He was so quiet and seemed so withdrawn. You were concerned. This was so unlike him, quiet was the opposite of Hercules. Something must of happened while he was gone.
You sat down quickly and took his hands in your own, “What’s wrong Hercules? You are so quiet, has something happened?”
He took a deep breath and looked up to meet your eyes, “I’m just drained from the trip, that’s all. How have you been?”
There was a strange glint in his eyes. He didn’t look tired to you, he looked like he was waging a private war with himself.
“Busy as usual. Battles are good for business. People are always here looking for an escape.”
“Good…good,” he muttered as he glanced around at the other soldiers.
Hercules had only returned twice since that night. Your heart was aching and every time he came in he was still distant. Had you done something wrong? He had told you he hoped to see you when he returned, but he sure did not seem excited at your presence.
He was hunched at a table talking intensely with another British soldier. You dropped off another round of drinks at the table next to them and decided to eavesdrop on the conversation going on.
“We are moving to ambush the reinforcements that are making their way to Yorktown. We will then flank them and the General will never see it coming. The Continental Army will be crushed and this blasted war will be over,” the soldier hastily whispered to Hercules.
You gasp as you hurried away to the bar. So this war would be over soon? Thank goodness, maybe with the war over you could have a chance at a future with the man sitting with his back to you. He seemed stiff as he stood up from the table an hour later.
“Will you be leaving again Hercules?” You asked him softly.
“This upcoming battle will decide the war. I have to go to Yorktown.”
“You could die…” you held back a sob.
His lips were on yours quickly and you wrap your arms around his neck. It was over as quick as it had began though. You longed for more, much more.
“I’m sorry, I have to leave,” was all he said before he turned and walked away.
You stood rooted in place and stared as he disappeared down the road. You heart pounded in your chest quickly. He had kissed you and then just ran. As you ran home you only hoped that the battle would be won and he would return to you soon. I wonder why he apologized.
Within the next week the battle had begun. The soldiers ran thin in the tavern. The local regulars brought rumors with them that you absorbed while you tended the bar. You had heard that the British were winning, that the British were losing, that the French had brought many reinforcements, most rumors conflicted the ones you had heard the nights before.
“Stay safe Hercules,” you say to yourself more often than you cared to admit.
By the time the battle had been raging for a week you were ready to rip out your hair. You were sick with worry and it was beginning to show. You had dropped a tray of drinks the night before, earning you a swift talking to from your boss. You had just rested your head on the bar when someone burst through the door screaming that it was over.
“The British have surrendered! They have lost! We are free from the King!”
The bar erupted with cheers and people jumped up and were hugging. You felt cold dread flow through your veins. What about Hercules?
“Excuse me, did you hear about what happened to the rest of the troops?” You asked the man who had came with the news.
“Many of them are dead Miss, many more were taken prisoner.”
Tears immediately welled up in your eyes and you rushed past your boss and into the streets. Everywhere you turned people seemed to be celebrating. As you ran past the people you were swept up into a group of people dancing and they twirled you about. You nearly tripped escaping them as you ran down the street and slammed the door to your home shut and sank to the floor. Sobs wracked your body as you sat on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chin.
“He…..can’t….he can’t be…”
Three days had past and you had ignored the pounding on your door from your angry boss. You were quite sure at this point you were no longer employed. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, they seemed to of run out of tears. When you finally pulled yourself out of bed your legs felt weak and your throat felt like it was on fire.
What if he was alive? What if he was being held prisoner? Maybe I could help… I need to know what happened to him.
You made your way to Yorktown determined to figure out what happened to the man you loved. The area was in shambles from the battle. There were injured soldiers being cared for. It was awful.
“Excuse me Mademoiselle? This place is not safe for a young lady to be wandering alone,” a handsome man with a high bun and a thick French accent said.
“I’m looking for someone. I need to know if he survived this battle,” you tell the man with tears in your eye.
“Je suis désolé. Many men were lost in the battle. It would be very hard to find out what happened to him,” he says.
“Please Sir, his name is Hercules. He was fighting with the British!”
You hastily describe Hercules to the Frenchman and beg to know if he had seen anyone matching his description. You were quickly reduced to tears as you looked around at the destruction.
“Hercules? Hercules Mulligan?”
“Yes! Do you know him Sir?” You feel the first spark of hope you had felt all week.
“But of course, he is one of my closest friends. Without him this battle would of been lost! He has a tailoring shop in New York. When you arrive tell him Lafayette wants his coat fixed.”
“How is it that the battle would of been lost without him? He was fighting with the British Monsieur Lafayette,” you reasoned.
“Non, he was a spy Mademoiselle.”
You felt ice flow through you. A spy? He was spying on the British the whole time. He had talked to you about what the soldiers had told you. He had used you for information this whole time. The flames of anger were sparking in your core.
“Thank you very much. I will try and find this shop with haste,” you bite out.
The trip to New York was surprisingly uneventful, but with nothing to distract your mind all you could think of was how Hercules had used you. How could he do such a thing. No wonder he was so distant. He had gotten all he had wanted from you. Hot angry tears fell as you glanced out the window of the carriage at the city. You had never seen a city before, everything was so much bigger than you expected. When you stepped out onto the streets you immediately felt overwhelmed in every sense. You quickly wipe your eyes and face.
What were you going to say? How would you find his shop?
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a tailoring shop that’s owned by a man named Hercules Mulligan,” you asked the first woman who was walking past you.
“You are in luck, keep going the way you are and then take a left at the corner. Walk down that way and you should see it within a few minutes on the right hand side.”
“Thank you very much.”
You walked intentionally slow down the street toward the shop. You felt a mix of emotions. You were happy he was alive, but you were enraged that he had the nerve to betray you and use you in such a way.
You saw the shop directly across the street from you. This is it. You walked across the street and looked through the window. There he was. He was on a ladder pulling a bolt of fabric off the very top shelf. He soon climbed down and put the fabric on the counter and started looking at it closely. I can do this. The doorbell jingled as you pushed your way through.
Hercules looked up when he heard the doorbell ring.
“Welcome to….(Y/N)?!” He looked like he had seen a ghost.
“So it’s true? Your friend Lafayette told me where to find you. He said you were a spy!” Tears of betrayal were already starting to flow down her face.
Her words cut straight to him to the bone. She had tried to find him and Lafayette had told her the truth. He rushed around the counter to go to her, in a rush to comfort her and dry her tears. He stopped quickly as the woman in front of him held her hand out and rage burned in her eye.
“You used me! How dare you walk into my life and take advantage of my feelings Hercules Mulligan!” He flinched at this. “Was it all a game to gain information? I can’t believe how foolish I was! I loved you and I was nothing but another connection to you…”
“Fuck (Y/N), please let me explain!”
He looked desperate as he pleaded for you to listen when he explained himself. “I think I’ve heard enough.” You turned and started to reach for the door to leave.
“There is no amount of apologizing I can say that will make up for the face that I used you. There isn’t a single damn excuse I can offer you, but falling in love with you was never in my plan. It was too late for me when I realized it had happened. Being a spy is dangerous (Y/N) and I knew I would never forgive myself if I put you in danger. I knew that you would be safe if I left, you could go on with your life and never have to worry about being accused of treason!”
You stared at him over your shoulder, your hand paused in mid air as you reached for the door, you were unsure of what to say or what you should do after what he had said.
“I will understand if you walk out that door and I never see you again, you have every right to do that. I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but trust and believe the love I feel for you was never a fucking lie. I love you with all my heart,” he said as he looked at the floor so he didn’t have to watch you leave.
You were frozen in your place. You slowly looked at the door and then back at the man in front of you. He loved you and had done what he did to protect you? Your heart hurt when you saw the large man look so broken. You knew he was telling the truth. You took a shaky breath. Your mind was made up.
Hercules jumped slightly when he felt a hand on the side of his face. He looked up slowly and met your eyes.
“If I walked out that door I would regret it for the rest of my life,” you say.
He brought his hands up to her face and wipes away a few stray tears.
“Even though I lied to you and abandoned you?” He said shakily.
“After everything… I’d still choose you,” she said with a small smile.
He pulled you into a kiss. Your lips melded perfectly together as he deepened the kiss.
“I’ll never leave you ever again,” he said against your lips.
“You better not,” you tease as you looked into his eyes, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hercules said as he lifted you up and spun you around the shop.
