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HERCULES FIGURES that’s his hint to leave , but he finds himself unable to . He hovers like a bee to a glass of lemonade , spinning a wheel of witty responses in his mind that might make him staying not so much of a burden as her indifferent attitude suggests .

The ever familiar tug to somewhere far away twists in his stomach , but now it's sensing something much closer by . Someone much closer by . Which is stupid , and Hercules lets out a quiet laugh at his own stupidity as he churns out a horridly incoherent assembly of words that even teenage Herc would cringe at .

“ Ha, ha — heels , yeah . They do that . Uh , already forgotten. Except it isn’t ‘cause it’s still happening. But I’ll forget about it later. If that's okay ? I’m Hercules. By the way. In case you didn’t know. Not that you’d know ? I own a gym nearby so you might know. If you work out. Not that I’m saying you don’t — ‘cause , I mean. It looks like you—. God. Nothing, sorry, ignore that last bit. Maybe ignore all of it ? Do you want a band-aid ? I’m Hercules. ”

"It just a scrape, no biggie." Megara responded nonchalantly, assessing her bleeding knee as she sat atop of the pavement. Digging through her purse hoping to find a remedy before a small pool of blood enveloped her. Not sure what part of this incident that curse had caused--falling on her ass or the humiliation of a stranger coming up and making note of it.

"I blame the stupid heels." She murmured, slipping off the lavender stiletto's that she had to wear for work. Meg made note to just bring an extra pair of sneakers in her bag next time, lest save herself from embarrassment. "Just forget this ever happened, yeah?"

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“ HEY , COOL , YEAH, THANKS ,” Herc says , cautiously checking ‘ some don’t mind if they’re bleeding from the knuckles ’ from his internal ‘ things humans do that he doesn’t quite get yet ’ list. It’s not like he’s an alien , he’s just thirty years old and still trying to figure out , like , everything. “ It was more a question of personal wellbeing , I guess ?” he attempts, “ when the knuckles are red raw we usually recommend cooling off for a bit. ”

Brystol looked up for a moment before she went back to wrapping her knuckles. "Just a bit." She was gonna stop for the day since she didn't want to bleed on anything else, and it did sting like a bitch. That was the thing with boxing, do it for to long and suddenly you're bleeding. Or maybe that was just her own issue. "I cleaned it all up." She told him, figuring that was what he was most worried about.

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THIS GUY WAS CHILL CHILL. The sort of nonplussed Hercules aspired to be ( and was , once upon a time , until it resulted him bull-in-a-china-shopping pretty much everything in his peripherals ).

“ Right !” Hercules says , scratching the back of his neck and nodding as if he has any clue what wood stain is. “ So like , you — got in a fight with a tree ?” he asks , mind flashing back to his small stint at caber tossing

Fillmore was a master at not paying attention, and that included throwing on random clothes in the morning and not realizing what they looked like sometimes. So when he was parked up on one of his favorite benches, he was surprised when some dude just kinda walked up and asked if he was bleeding. "Huh?" was the first thing out of his mouth, looking down at himself and wondering if maybe he was bleeding and just hadn't noticed from the shock or whatever, but...

"Oh, no, man. Sorry for freaking you out, that's just wood stain," he told the guy. "I was working on something earlier and I guess I just didn't notice?" That happened a lot. "You got me, though, I thought I was too, for a second."

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“ HEY , JUDY , RIGHT ?” Herc smiles , momentarily too lost in recognition to take action . It’s a buzz to bump into fellow gym-goers , especially considering he doesn’t have the biggest social circle ‘cause — well , gym .

He tries to make sense of the scenario — piece together if anything and everything he knows about Judy ( which is, well , gym ) can explain the sight of her launching bush-ward , but he comes up short . As his eyes wander leisurely back to her palms , the flash of red slaps him right back to reality .

“ Shit, ” he says ( he swears now , mom ) , crouching down with a re-energised burst of urgency , “ can I help you up ?” he asks , holding a hand out , prepped and ready to heave her from the bush once permission is granted . Answers can come after action .

judy was an idiot — she was a tired and dumb idiot, and her idiocy seemed to show itself in ways she never seemed prepared for. probably because she was an IDIOT. judy was on a run, enjoying one of the few mornings she had off for once... until she zoned out, really getting into the rhythm of feet hitting sidewalk, and she popped her god damn tail. judy had been a shifter all her life and STILL found themselves in situations where they couldn't control it, and now that they lived somewhere that wasn't a bunch of shifters living somewhat harmoniously — that was a part of herself she needed to hide. upon realizing what had happened, judy had tripped over themself — well, more so THREW themself — into a nearby shrub. it was winter, and there were no leaves or fluffy patches of grass to break her fall, just the cold hard ground & some brittle branches that snapped in protest to her weight as it fell on them with a pitiful thud.

of course, to the shifter's luck, someone had witnessed their fall and was now approaching to check in, a deep flush radiating in her face as she looked up. hercules — she recognized him from the gym. why did it have to be a hot man with the body of a greek god finding her in this state of... whatever this was ?? ❛— me ?? o-oh, pfffft, nah i'm — ❜ looking down at her hands, she noticed the scarlet beginning to pebble on her palms, scrunching her nose and looking down at it with a frown. ❛— bleeding. oh, damn it. uh — it's fine. this is... wow, this is embarrassing.❜ looking back up, judy offered the man a sheepish smile, her heart pounding ferociously in her chest ( what ?? rabbit's had fast heartbeats... ).

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“ OH - OH, ” Hercules replies , staring at the damage . He’s not a squeamish dude — he’s seen enough gnarly sports injuries to fill a Wiki — but this is new . Different courses for different horses , he reminds himself , as he momentarily deliberates whether the ‘ fresh set ’ is more urgent than the blood streaming from her finger .

“ Don’t panic , we got this, ” he adds , picking as many items from the floor as he can so that she can focus on the situation at hand . Heh , hand .

Her ability to carry all of this is an impressive feat in itself so he’s no doubt she can handle whatever’s happening here . “ Can I help you carry this stuff where you’re going ? Do you need a bandage — I live super near here. ”

There were few things in life that Vicky kept 10/10. How she is perceived is one of them. Nobody could clock her if she presented flawlessly on the outside. If you kept yourself together nobody will find fault. There has to be some deeper neurosis to all of this but she didn’t care it has worked for her. In typical girl fashion Vicky had about 17 things in her hands. Expertly holding her purse, phone, keys, Stanley cup, remnants of her iced coffee, lap top, and her weekender brief case she made her way towards her apartment building. Turning back to make sure she didnt drop anything Vicky carelessly spun back around and ran right into the door opening in her face.

The panic of dropping everything and looking a fool set in and she flung her hands to attempt at catching her things as well as herself. CRACK. Her nail broke. The acrylic snapped off from the base of her nail…taking a fourth of her natural nail with her. The pain shot through her whole body goosebumps rising so high on her skin they rivaled ski slopes. “THIS WAS A FRESH SET!” She yelled. At the sound of someone voice she looked up over her shoulder blood dripping down her arm. “Oh well I am!” Trying to gather her things from the floor smearing blood all over the sidewalk. “I uh…I uh…completely ripped off my nail..”

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“ YES, MA'AM !” Hercules says , abashed at once by his enthusiasm . And use of ma’am . He considers banging his head against a nearby tree and log-rolling into the distance , but obediently recalls Phil’s advice — that he’s supposed to be a hunk of hero , not a dork who drops at the sight of a damsel  — and salutes instead . That’ll do it . 

With polite discretion ( he doesn't know what ladies keep in their bags , and it feels rude to ask ) , he rummages past her belongings and finds the bottle , passing it to her with a dash of pride . “ You keep this in your bag ‘cause you get injured a lot ?” he asks , with far less indiscretion , “ or because you wear , um , a lot of white ?”

It’s sweet. He’s being sweet. Just accept the help, and he might go away.

Elsa sighs, and gives him a look, glancing down at the scratches on her own palm, and noting with some relief they don’t seem to be deep enough to need actual medical intervention.

“It’s just a scratch.” She says, though when he still doesn’t turn away, she does resign herself to accepting some help.

“…I have a first aid kit in my bag. There’s a little bottle of rubbing alcohol in it.” She says, “Think you can grab it? It’ll save me staining everything in there red.”

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SHE DOESN’T WANT YOUR HELP , so move along . She doesn’t want your help , so move along . But — she looks like she needs help , right ? There’s blood . Actual blood . And before Hercules can swallow his heroism and hop along he says , “ are you sure ? Unless that’s not your blood , which would be , uh , even more concerning .” He holds his arms up in small surrender — an ‘ I’m cool , trust me , helping people’s all I got ’ sort of gesture .

“ I’ve got water ,” he adds , grinning sheepishly as if a self-branded sports bottle containing the world’s most common liquid will sway the stranger.

Elsa had made a very stupid decision. She knew better than to try and catch a stray without the proper equipment, but she’d tried anyway, and now she has a bloody hand, a pounding heart to thank for it— not to mention a blood stain on her favourite shirt.

After years of experience, she’s learned calming herself down before she can cause any trouble is the best place to start with something like this, though, evidently the kind (if misguided) soul passing by hasn’t gotten the memo.

“Nope.” She replies quickly, and just a tad too sharply. “Nope, not bleeding. I’m fine.”

The way she’s clutching her hand against her chest, and the blood standing starkly out against her white clothing says she’s lying, but she’s hoping the man will shrug her off and go away.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑: open !! ( @evermorehqsstart ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: utp

THIS STYLE OF MEDDLING has got him in trouble before . Stopping and speaking instead of swagging on by . Sticking his chiseled nose in other people’s business wanting , sincerely , to offer a helping hand .

Not everyone , he’s reluctantly coming to realize , wants that hand . Some would rather he keep his headphones on and jog past as if their pain or predicament is unnoticeable . Sucks for them , it’s instinct. A pull , kinda — from somewhere far , far away — tugging him like a magnet to a , well . Other magnet ?

So Hercules does stop . He removes his headphones and approaches cautiously , wiping a lil sweat from his brow ( just because he wants to help doesn’t mean he hasn’t tripped and made the situation worse a few hundred times before ) . “ Hey are you , uh - bleeding ? ”

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HERCULES KOSTA ( he/him ) is a THIRTY year old DEMIGOD who currently works as a PERSONAL TRAINER at UPPERCUT CLUB GYM. ( hannah , twenty-eight , she/her/hers , bst ) .

STATS.

FULL NAME : Hercules Kosta .

AGE : Thirty .

DOB : 21 June .

PRONOUNS : He/him ( male ) .

NATIONALITY : Greek / American .

SEXUALITY : Heterosexual ( open to change ) .

POWER(S) : Super strength

HEIGHT : 6'2" .

EYE COLOUR : Brown .

HAIR COLOUR : Golden brown .

PROFESSION : Personal Trainer and Co-owner of Uppercut Club Gym .

LOCATION : Evermore ( 2 bed apt ) .

FAMILY : Amphitryon Kosta ( adopted father ) , Alcmene Kosta ( adopted mother ) , siblings ( none ) , biological parents ( unknown ).

PETS : Greek shephard, Laila .

PIERCINGS/TATS : None .

SMOKING/DRUGS : Yes / no .

BIO. ( skeleton )

HERCULES should have been a hero at high school. He was tall, fit, cute ( if he could trust his mom’s word, which he unfalteringly did ). Sure, he was a little naive, but movies told him that didn’t really matter. He had HEART, and he could lift his dad’s truck up to check its suspension like it was nothing. Yet for whatever reason, a nice smile and an earnest introduction just brought him ridicule and distrust. THE THREATS NEVER CAME TO PASS — not once a punch from the strongest guy on the football team couldn’t land, and Herc remained standing as if it was a fly that pummeled into his chest. Still, his hidden power just painted him more of a freak. He was ostracized, stigmatized but, most prudently, he was CONFUSED. Why didn’t he belong here, in this world where kindness, strength and sincerity were supposed to be celebrated ? OUT IN THE REAL WORLD, it started to fall into place . His get-go attitude was appreciated ( when it benefited the other party ). His strength was admired ( when it came with a wink or win for the team ). He found that helping people helped himself and, truthfully, he didn’t mind that. In fact, he figured that's how the world should work — karma, or something akin to it. BUT HERC’S NAIVETY will forever be his Achilles' heel. He trusts too easily and, worse, he refuses to entertain the idea that believing the best in people could ever be a character flaw. He’s not all brawn and no brain, he just doesn’t want the world to CORRUPT him the way he’s seen it corrupt others. He wants to make his parents proud. He wants to make Phil and Peyton proud. And if the risk is a lifelong representation as a dumb jock, so be it. When he finds his place, everyone there will love him for who he is. THOUGH HE DOESN’T KNOW IT, Evermore is the most at home Hercules has ever felt. The people here are a little odd, just like him. He goes to the gym regularly, he helps people who need it, his parents are fed and content, and he feels inches away from … belonging? But that hope doesn’t sit alone, and a looming fear drips like a slow poison into his bloodstream. Something dark is following him, and he worries he won’t be strong enough to face it head-on.

HEADCANONS .

Hercules currently lives in a small, modest apartment, just twenty minutes driving distance from his parents, AMPHITRYON and ALCMENE. His parents were honest about the circumstances of his adoption when he was ten years old, but he’s never seen them as less than his mom and dad, and he’d lift the world for them. Still, on quiet nights he does ponder the details of his biological parents — why they let him go, and if they might explain his supernatural strength.

Though his name’s on the lease for UPPERCUT CLUB, he’s not exactly ‘business minded.’ Phil deals with pretty much everything ( and deals is exactly what he does ). Hercules is the FACE, and it’s a job not done by halves — he’s a little embarrassed, actually, to see photos of him in tight gym gear plastered all over the shop, in local magazines, and grinning nervously from the gym’s Insta stories.

Hercules has a Greek Shepherd called LAILA, named after Lailaps, the myth of a magical dog who was destined to always catch its prey. When he saw the story on the little white card at the shelter, he felt an immediate connection with her — a creature with a gift that, under the wrong influence, could easily become a curse.

Over time, he’s become very settled into routine. He blames Phil’s training regimes, mainly. He’s up at dawn, protein shake and egg on toast, 10K run with Laila, food shop for his ma and pa, PT sessions and group classes, dinner in Uppercut’s office ( meal prep from Sunday ), and home in time for some light TV. It’s almost, sort of, dare he admit it, boring ? And something inside of him yearns for an extra drip of danger in his daily life.

He’s a SOFT ROMANTIC and extremely inexperienced. Catch this boy blushing and stuttering at the mere glance from a pretty lady but, if ever the time comes, he’ll be at the door with flowers trying his damn best not to mess it up.

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DARREN BARNET as PAXTON HALL-YOSHIDA in NEVER HAVE I EVER 3x05 | “…Been Ghosted” 

(requested by anonymous) 

“Paxton, hey, how’d your first community service go? Hopefully, it won’t be your last, right?” “No, it won’t be my last. I actually liked helping out.”

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Rinsuella’s Greek Disney Challenge word 3 ischýs (power): Most powerful character