I’m not getting any requests, but that can’t stop me writing! I love it so much, but it would be even more fun to write something for you. So, pleeeeeaase send me a request with a prompt from this list or your own idea. Excuse my whining.
And another thing, I can’t find out when Hercules’ birthday is, which is kind of good news, because that means I can pretend it’s in the winter so it fits with this fic.
Pairing: Hercules x reader
Prompt: I won’t let you fall (#149)
Setting: Modern AU bc I have no idea what ice skating was like in the 18th century, FLUFF
Warnings: alcohol, mention of injury
“To Hercules!” “Happy birthday, man!” and yells of that nature erupted around you as you raised your glass along with the others. You caught Hercules’ eye, and said much quieter than the others: “Happy birthday”, and smiled warmly at him. The twinkle in his eyes was more magnificent than ever, but he looked away too suddenly to give Alexander a hug.
Alexander, John, Lafayette and you had dragged a very willingly Hercules to your favourite bar to celebrate his birthday. You went there at about 8 pm, earlier than usual, in hopes that you would think of something fun to do later in the evening.
After an hour all five of you began to feel a little tipsy. Going out with them, you always were, but tonight was about Hercules, and it shouldn’t, in your opinion, only be spent drunk.
“So, Hercules, anything fun in mind we can do for the rest of the evening?” you piped up, before anyone could order another round. Hercules became deep in thought, and you couldn’t help giggle at the sight.
The others quieted down as well, turning their attention to the Hercules who was biting the inside of his cheeks and had furrowed eyebrows,
“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly, making you all jump a little. “I know what we can do, we can go ice-skating!” he said excitedly. The others happily agreed, but you were a bit more hesitant.
You hadn’t gone ice-skating for years. There was a valid reason though! Last time you did it, you ended up spraining your ankle pretty badly.
However, this day was, after all, about Hercules. Birthdays only occur once a year, and you didn’t want to ruin the fun by staying behind, so you went with them.
Soon enough you reached the rink, and all of you rented ice skates. That was pretty easy. But putting them on proved to be all but. Keep in mind, you were all quite tipsy from the trip to the bar. But, you all managed, with assistance from each other to put them on.
The fun and struggling of putting the skates on made you forget about your nervousness for a little while, but when you stood up, a wave of fear flushed over your body. Staring at the rink, you began thinking of backing out.
John and Alexander literally ran out on the ice, hand in hand, Lafayette right behind them, laughing like crazy. You smiled a bit at their silliness, knowing someone would fall over very soon. But still, you didn’t dare go out on the ice.
“Hey”, Hercules said, placing a gentle hand on your upper arm, “is anything wrong?” he asked, concern flowing in his eyes. You looked up at him.
“No, not at all. Go have fun!” you said, not wanting to ruin this moment for him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled at your obviously forced answer.
“[Y/N], I’ve known you for years, I can tell when you’re lying” he said softly and moved a bit closer to you.
This made you chuckle nervously, and you blushed. Ever since you could remember, you had had a crush on Hercules. He was so kind, gentle, very handsome, and it was him you were closest to in your group.
“It’s just that I’m really bad at ice skating, and lasttimeIwentIsprainedmyankle”, you admitted embarrassed, muttering that last bit very fast. He looked at you with an amused smirk pulling at his lips.
Why did you even decide to say that? Now you had to tell him about your incident, despite you not wanting to but a bummer on his mood.
“I sprained my ankle last time I went”, you said, more slowly this time, “and I’m afraid that I’ll do something like that again.”
Hercules looked at you as if you were stupid. You knew you shouldn’t have told him. “That’s okay, I’ll skate with you. I won’t let you fall. I promise”, he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“What? No, you don’t need to do that. You should have fun! It’s your birthday, I’ll be fine just watching”, you reassured him with a genuine smile.
“But I want to skate with you, [Y/N]. Sure, skating with the crazy boys is fun, but skating with you is even better”, he said, grabbing your hands, dragging you out on the ice. You let out a small shriek of fear and happiness. He wanted to spend time with you.
“And you are drunker than you think, so I think you need supervision”, he halfway joked, some actual concern seeping through the light and happy atmosphere between the two of you.
“Hold on to my hands, okay?” Hercules said, skating backwards, guiding you slowly. You were so concentrated on not falling that you only managed to nod slightly, earning another laugh from him.
You kept going like that for a few minutes, and then Hercules decided that you were doing well enough for him to let go of one of your hands, so he could skate next to you instead.
Holding hands with Hercules on a beautiful, starry night like this was almost enough to take your mind off your fear of falling. You looked up to him, and he was already staring at you, making you blush once again.
“See? I think you’re doing pretty great. I’m gonna let go of your hand now, but I’m right next to you, okay?” he explained, and you agreed hesitantly. After letting go of his hand, you instantly felt scared and out of balance. You kept going for quite a distance, though. But, then you tried to make a left turn, towards him.
Your feet disappeared from beneath you, but Hercules kept his promise, catching you before you hit the ground. Holding you in his arms would usually be no feat for him, but here on the ice, he lost his balance.
He made an inhuman sound while trying and failing to keep his balance, and you ended up on top of him. You weren’t really complaining at all. Now, keep in mind, you were still quite tipsy, and due to this your giddiness in this moment shone all the way through.
None of you moved. Not until Hercules leaned up a little and kissed you tenderly and quick. You stared at him with shock and joy, and kissed him again, a little longer this time.
The moment was peaceful, and you almost forgot that you were on an ice rink with other people, and that you should probably get up. Before you had the chance to do so, Alexander, John and Lafayette skated past you screaming things like “Get some!!”, “I knew it!”, “Get a room!” and “Finally!”
Blushing scarlet, you tried getting up from Hercules, but it proved to be more difficult than you imagined. However, with help from him, you ended up sitting on the ice, not getting anywhere. He got up quickly without problems, and helped you to your feet.
“So, are we, like, couple now?” you said, skating slowly, hand in hand with Hercules.
“I guess we are”, he replied with joy, and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around you. You didn’t say anything, but smiled brighter than the sun.
“Do you wanna get out of here and get some coffee or somethin’?” he asked, looking down at you. “That sounds awesome”, you said, “I can’t wait to get these skates off, and actually be able to walk on my own.” He agreed with you, laughing.
You went over to one of the benches and started taking the skates off. “Should we ask if they want to come?” you suggested, gesturing to your friends. You were hoping he’d say no, wanting to be alone with him. Of course, you loved your friends, but you were tired and cold, and with them being there, it would most certainly not be anywhere near as silent as you wanted it to be.
“Nah, they’ll be fine”, Hercules shrugged, “I wanna be with you. It’ll be a perfect ending for my birthday.” You couldn’t stop smiling.
It was freezing outside, so you stopped at the first open coffee shop you could find. You sat there for a little while just talking about everything, before you realised how late it was.
“Shit, it’s almost 11, I better head home soon”, you said, disappointment very noticeable in your voice.
“I don’t think so, [Y/N], look at the weather. You can’t walk home in that, and getting a taxi will take forever”, he said concerned. Outside it was snowing like crazy, and it was getting very windy. “What am I supposed to do then?” you said, beginning to stress a little.
“Uhm, I guess, if you’re okay with it, my place is much closer, so you could stay with me? I mean, only if you’re comfortable with that”, he rambled nervously. You smiled at him.
“That sounds perfect”, you reassured him.
All the way home, you were basically wrapped in his arms, him trying to keep you from getting cold. It didn’t help too much, but the gesture was so sweet, and you relished in the feeling of being in his arms.
By the time you got to his apartment, you were shivering. You shrugged of your coat, and took your shoes of. However, you weren’t wearing anything but regular jeans on your legs, and they were now soaking wet.
You tried to stop shivering, as not to worry or bother Hercules, but he was very observant when it came to you.
“You’re shaking, let me get you some dry clothes, and then you can take a shower”, he stated, making it obvious that you had no choice, walking off.
“Thank you”, you said quietly, making your way to the bathroom to have a nice, warm shower.
After showering, you put on the clothes Hercules had given you. You had to laugh at yourself wearing his huge sweatpants and even bigger hoodie; you were quite small compared to him.
“I didn’t realise you were that small”, he teased when you entered the living room where he was sitting. “Shut up”, you said, taking your place close to him, and he immediately pulled you even closer.
Every second your eyelids became heavier, and Hercules soon noticed. “Do you wanna go to sleep? You can have the bed, and I’ll sleep here”, he said, referring to the couch.
Now, it was your turn to look at him as if he were stupid. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, we can both sleep in your bed, after all, isn’t that what couples do?” you smiled, grabbing his hand to drag him to bed, and he didn’t complain.
“Is it alright if I sleep in only the hoodie? I’m starting to warm up again, and if I keep the sweatpants on, I’ll melt”, you asked him. “Of course”, he answered, “sleep in whatever you want.” He was so sweet and caring.
You went to grab a glass of water, and when you got back, Hercules was in bed, wearing boxers and a t-shirt. There was absolutely nothing to complain about, and you went to climb into bed.
He simply looked at you, admiring the simplicity of your beauty. You weren’t wearing any make up, your hair was wet and messy and you looked too tired. Despite all this, you were the most beautiful sight he had ever laid his eyes on, and he could not stop taking all your features in once he had started.
“What are you looking at?” you questioned shyly. “You, of course. You look so beautiful right now”, he replied dreamily.
“No, I don’t, I look like a mess”, you huffed, settling against the pillows. He looked at you with disbelief, how could you not see what he saw?
“I don’t care what you think, I think you are completely gorgeous”, he stated, and kissed your forehead, and you felt so at home right there and then.
“You’re wonderful”, you said, leaning up, and gave him a passionate, but not too long kiss before putting your head on his chest. He held you tight, and stroked your hair and back until you fell asleep, listening to his calming heartbeat.
