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THE BHP CHARACTER PROFILE

Name: Hercules Kouros

Year: n/a

Blood Status: Muggleborn

House: Hufflepuff

Title(s) if any: Professor of Muggle Studies

Wand: Larch wood with a core of unicorn tail hair

Patronus (5th plus): Shrew

Pet: n/a

Three Best/Three Worst Classes: n/a

Champion or Guardian?: Hercules is torn on the issue. He can see both sides but, due to his own personal experiences, he feels that the Guardians have a point. Not one he wants to agree with. In an ideal world, everyone would be able to co-exist peacefully in understanding and harmony. It’s partly why he took up the Muggle Studies position, to foster some understanding within the magical community. They do not live in an ideal world though. Being bullied by muggles for his abilities showed Hercules that not everybody would accept wizards existing among them. So he is torn though, if pressed, he would probably say that he sides with the Guardians until shown that people truly could accept those with magic. He simply doesn’t want to see magical children bullied by muggles the way he was.

Hogwarts, a Personal History: 

tw: bullying

Hercules was born in a small Greek village to two loving muggle parents. They had no idea that their boy would have magic until he started making things float around him. Then they tried their best to protect him. See, kids could be cruel. They already were because of Hercules’ sweet nature and weak physique. If they discovered he had magic, the bullying would only get worse. So they did what they thought was best, keeping Hercules on the family farm until they received the Hogwarts acceptance letter. It was a blessing. Finally, he could be around others like him.

It wasn’t an easy transition however. Hercules was still shy, awkward. He was kind but quiet. His fellow Hufflepuffs didn’t always know what to make of their classmate. Until his sixth year, his Hogwarts experience remained the same. Around that time was when puberty decided to do its worst (or best, in Hercules’ case). He no longer looked like the frizzy-haired beanpole and the positive attention he began to receive gave him the confidence to join the Quidditch team. Despite being a klutz, Hercules made a rather good beater. Things started to turn around so much that he had no desire to return to Greece with his parents. He still writes home, of course, but he decided to remain at Hogwarts as a Professor of Muggle Studies. Hercules operates under the hope that he can prevent any child at Hogwarts from enduring what he did as a child. But, with the rising crisis within the magical community, he grows nervous. What would happen if they did reveal the truth to muggles like the ones he grew up around?

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itsbeenareal--slice:

Who was this guy? Young lady? Meg’s brows furrowed as he addressed the two of them with an awkward formality to his words. Although Meg didn’t take kindly to being anyone’s anything. Meg could’ve escaped at any time but she listened to enough of this guys bullshit and tolerated him enough to deserve a reward. She did however note the fact that this guy might as well be a brick wall that her target had attempted to move. Meg wasn’t easily surprised anymore, but hey she could admit this person was a regular wonder of the world. A regular wonderboy.

“Keep it moving, junior. I can handle a drunken idiot in an alleyway, but thanks for the hand. Have a nice day.” She was really starting to hunger for a snack and the more this guy talked and stuck around the further that dream pushed away from her. 

The woman seemed a bit confused. Understandable since Hercules could only imagine what it would feel like to be caught in this sort of situation. He supposed he too would be confused, upset, telling his would-be rescuer to leave--

Wait.

Have a nice day? Now Hercules was the one confused. He was only trying to help here. She couldn’t possibly want to be with this handsy creep. Did she not understand what Hercules was trying to do? Well, then, he’d just have to explain himself. “Ma’am, I think you might be too close to the situation--”

But her companion here wasn’t having it. He turned towards Hercules, practically snarling, “She said beat it, Adonis. Or are ya hard of hearing?”

“My hearing is just fine,” Hercules defended.

The guy tried to shove him again. Again Hercules did not budge. Clearly the man was growing agitated by this, even leaving the woman’s side to try and heave his entire body weight against Hercules’. Which only served to pop the guy’s shoulder.

“Sir,” Hercules started but the guy’s drunken wailing interrupted with, “What are ya, some sort of Magick freak?!”

This was not how Hercules envisioned his first hero attempt going down at all. He physically cowered back from the man’s insult. Suddenly, he was ten years old, hiding around a corner so the other kids wouldn’t find him. Suddenly, he felt like the one who needed rescuing.

Wonderboy || Megcules

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Hercules rarely came by this part of town. He’d lived here long enough to know that nothing good ever happened at the Court. Or certainly nothing that he’d want to get mixed up in. The place oozed sexuality and he, the demisexual man who got flustered simply texting Adella, didn’t quite fit in with somewhere like the Court. So why he had even been by this alleyway when someone needed his help was a coincidental stroke of fate.

It was a story involving crying children, dropped lemonade, and a missing teddy bear. But it didn’t really matter. Once Hercules heard the commotion, he was determined to discover the source. And once he found out it was a man harassing a young woman, that became his primary focus.

“Excuse me,” Hercules interrupted. He stepped forward out of the shadows with both of his hands on his hips. Then...uh, then what? Both the harasser and the harassee were looking at him now, waiting for his next move.

This whole hero thing? Not as easy as it looked in the movies.

“Pardon me, my good, uh, uh, sir. I'll have to ask you to release that young--” The man tried to push Hercules back, only serving to injure his own hand in the process. “--lady.”

Now he was even angrier, holding his throbbing hand to his body in a way that the woman still couldn’t escape. “Get your own,” he snarled, taking none too kindly to being interrupted. Hercules had been hoping that it wouldn’t come down to a physical alteration but he most certainly wasn’t going to leave this girl in such a situation or, uh, ‘get his own,’ whatever that meant.

“Sir, I think--I think it’d be best if you just left quietly. Nobody wants this to escalate,” Hercules said as firmly as a cloud perhaps or maybe a marshmallow.

Wonderboy || Megcules

The only downside to this whole succubus gig was the fact that if Meg didn’t feed after a while, she got tired. Things started dragging at the Court and she could feel her energy level dropping by the hour. She’d need to pick somebody decent, preferably not a Mundus, for a snack. 

A man had come into the bar and she had immediately sensed a magical energy around him. Bingo. He ordered drink after drink from her once she really turned on the charm. She’d sworn off manhandling but this wasn’t manhandling, it was meal handling. She was just looking for a pick me up.

Many drinks later, Meg took her break from the Court and as she suspected, the man followed her out to the back alleyway as she claimed to need some fresh air. Predictable. She turned and the guy was already on her. Seriously, there was no tact in the world anymore was there? Her face maneuvered away from his reaking alcohol stench breath and she attempted to buy some time so she could do this properly.

“Whoa there, you’re quite the go getter huh.” He really didn’t seem in the mood to talk, instead she found her irritation rising quickly. His hand had found its way to her ass as his body pressed her further back into the wall. He was definitely trying her patience. “I’d remove that hand if I were you or–” 

Someone spoke, interrupting her threat.

Her head turning as she furrowed her brows. She knew she could handle this guy, she was about to succubus the fuck out of him in a second. The only unknown in Meg’s plan was this interrupting stranger. Who was this guy?

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hermes-comingthru:

To say that Hermes was restraining himself and biding his time with great effort was an understatement. Did you fucking see who he was working out with? All muscles and in sports apparel that usually showcased every fucking asset on that delicious man’s body? But the thing was, was that Herc was a nice guy. It wasn’t a problem, it just meant a different approach, one Hermes didn’t use often because let’s be real, he went after the assholes in the clubs and bars who were ready to fuck in a bathroom stall at a moment’s notice. Hercules was a fine, delicious, toned, Greek wine fit for the gods, honey. You didn’t just try to suck on that bottle neck right at first label’s glance. You had to chill it. Chill yourself. Age it. Form a little bond with it. Maybe give it a good stroke every now and then where you think it may be at the right moment. But it was so close to being uncorking time it wasn’t even funny with Hercules, only thing was was that the poor guy just didn’t know it yet.

So he’d been coy and moderately well behaved, at least for him. I mean have you seen the way he talks to people and acts? Passing brushes against the man, playing dumb on how to position his body in certain movements with weights. Anything to get Herc close enough to tease or get his hands on his body. Did he really need the man as a personal trainer? Not really. I mean, have you seen this body? No honey, that’s all Hermes’ work ethic and good genes. But he’d pay a little extra for some hunky eye candy to sneakily grope and gawk at while he was gettin’ his gains. 

Hermes was already “stretching” when Hercules came in. Shirt off and shorts on (which were kind of a little more like booty shorts than the usual longer version of basketball shorts like what Herc tended to wear, who was he to not share the gift of his ass with the world?) He was bending over, hands touching the floor, ass in the air as he looked up with a smirk. “Herc! Right on time.” He raised himself back up, arms going above his head to stretch his back arms and abs as he leaned back before walking over to him. Fuck did he look good, Hermes was already eyeing that offending hoodie though, kept his muscle body under too many clothes. “How’re things going?” 

Oh...alright. That was a lot to walk in on. But, uh, Hercules should be glad Hermes was so eager. How many times had he said himself that the hardest part was motivating people? And Hermes didn’t need any motivation. He was always ready to go whenever Hercules showed up. Today his ready just so happened to be in no shirt and precariously short shorts. So Hercules should probably stop ogling the man bending over. Like sometime soon. Probably.

Except Hermes was approaching him now and it would have been more rude to not look at him, right? Hercules tended to forget these sorts of rules around Hermes. And he wasn’t even sure why. He just felt himself get red in the face when Hermes stepped closer, eyes bouncing from the ground up to a particular spot on the other man’s neck. That seemed a safe enough spot.

“Oh...oh, um, fine. Good. Καλός. Ah, yeah, just--how’ve you been?”

That was a (mostly) complete sentence so Hercules considered it a win.

At some point, it clicked that he had come here for a reason besides just embarrassing himself. Hercules looked up, finally into Hermes’ eyes, and said, “So, ready to get started? I see you’ve been...stretching already. That’s good.” See? Easy peasy.

Hercules went to unzip his own hoodie. Because, whatever work-out they decided on today, it was going to get hot. The only trouble was the zipper got stuck. His normal solution would be to just rip the damned thing open but then that would make this the 4th jacket he’d ruined this month alone. Olympus was doing well, but that didn’t mean Hercules wanted to continually replace everything he owned because of his strength. So, as delicately as possible, he tugged on the zipper to no avail.

“Ah, I, uh, seem to be--” Hercules gestured towards said problematic zipper. Really, this was just humiliating. And he probably should just ask Hermes for help but the idea of Hermes having to get even closer to him embarrassed him further. Mumbling, he continued, “This’ll just take a sec...”

Let’s Get Physical, Physical // Golden Package

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adella-the-romantic:

Adella’s laugh shook her shoulder’s and made her nose scrunch up. This stupid song spell was cute, sure, but it made things like this a little difficult. She was sure that he hadn’t meant that he actually wanted to kiss her behind the ears. That seemed a little gross.

What she did hope was that he was asking to kiss her. Gods, did she hope that was what he was asking.

“Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It’s all right.”

With that last line her smile grew and she nodded up at him, wrapping her arms up around his neck. Boy did she hope this wasn’t a spell like last year’s. That would be horribly awkward to explain later.

Adella laughed. Hercules worried for a moment that maybe it was at him. Not that he would’ve blamed her because his attempt at a question had been odd at best. His brows knitted together, already trying to think of how he would apologize with only the lyrical talents of Ingrid Michaelson to help him, when she answered his song with her own. At once, Hercules felt much better. Both because Adella’s voice was lovely and because he took her meaning to be a yes. She did understand him after all.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Hercules followed in kind with his hands on her waist. Delicately. Even in a happy, tender moment like this, he had to be careful about his strength. But he wasn’t really thinking about that for once. He was just thinking about Adella’s mouth. Which he dipped his head down to meet so they could kiss. There wasn’t many other kisses to compare this to but even if there was, he didn’t imagine they’d hold a candle to this one. Even New Years wasn’t like this. This was soft and warm, like fireworks but in a completely different way.

Or maybe Hercules was just getting carried away here.

Nah, this was just nice.

Hercules pulled away and, of course, began to sing. He’d be glad once this spell wore off and he could just talk to Adella normally. As revealing as this experience had been, he still would prefer to speak.

If it's the only chance I get If it's the only chance, then get ready to throw your shoes away for I will sweep, sweep, sweep you off your feet I will sweep, sweep, sweep you off your feet to be your little romance

I See You in the Fireflies // Mergod

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A Moral Debate || (Peg & Open)

Peg: curse this town and it's messaging magic

Peg: yup, absolutely boss

Peg: you know it

Peg:

Hercules: Uh-huh.

Hercules: Well, if it's not /too/ loud...that other gym owner would be okay with it. Maybe.

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adella-the-romantic:

Gods, Adella could have leaped into his arms right then and there, could have done cartwheels around the whole office if she thought she wouldn’t break an arm. She had no idea what she was going to say to Herc before she got here, didn’t even know what she was expecting him to say, but this was the best outcome she could have imagined.

For years her sisters had teased her (lovingly as ever) over the way she fell for people. She couldn’t help herself, really. People were fascinating and everyone had some good in them, she knew that. And it didn’t help that the people of Swynlake were, like, abnormally beautiful. How was she supposed to keep her heart under lock and key around here?

Herc was different, though. Which was exactly what she told everyone with each new crush, but really and truly, Herc had been different. She’d been way more afraid of his rejection. Typically she’d beg for attention like she did sometimes with Peri and Kiara and Amelia, but she’d been so scared of bothering Hercules that she had to keep herself “in check.” Of course, in hindsight that was silly, because Hercules liked her.

With that thought (and his song, gods she loved Ingrid Michaelson to begin with but with him singing it to her? About her? The song had all new meaning) she smiled this big, dopey grin and reached out for his hand, spinning herself under his arm as if they had been dancing.

“She wants to dance around the room, Kiss you until your lips turn blue.”

She stopped her spin and smiled up at him, free hand rested against his chest. Words continued to bubble up out of her as she threaded her fingers together with his.

“Handsome stranger you have made her happy, The first in a long time.

Did you just whisper in her ear, Words she only dreamed to hear? Pretty lady look at how he’s smiling, I think he likes you.

But it’s too late, I believe in fate. I’m absolutely smitten, I’ll never let you go.”

Hercules felt silly for a moment there. Not that it was an uncommon feeling for him to feel that way. Too large, too strong, too awkward, too weak, always too much of something, never enough of anything. Like his skin was tacked on wrong and he didn’t want to bother the person behind the desk about their return policy. It wasn’t strange for him to feel uncomfortable.

What was strange was the way Adella did make him feel. Which at times was shy and awkward, sure, but it was so different. It was...soft. That was the best way Hercules could describe it. A soft feeling that mimicked the way her lips felt against his, the way her small hand now rested in his, the way the light caught her eyes as she twirled. He didn’t know helping someone with their bags could ever lead to this, to a girl like Adella, but he knew that he wouldn’t change a thing about her. About this. Except, ah, maybe the times he had been too nervous to do anything about it.

The singing spell seemed to take care of that for him though (or maybe it was just Adella creating all this magic). Hercules smiled confidently, hanging on every word she had to say sing. Their fingers laced together with one hand while the other came to rest on his chest. The feeling was nice. Good. Great even. Ah, why hadn’t he paid more attention in English class so he’d have better adjectives at his disposal? Hercules placed his free hand over hers, his larger fingers practically swallowing up her more delicate ones, and he answered her song with his own.

“Eyes on the prize and I can't capsize this time 'cause there's somebody else in my boat Used to live alone in a tomb I made my own But now I've gone and given up my coat

And it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm

Down down down I go On a road that I don't know And I ain't got a thing in my bag Some things you can not plan Like your hand in mine Just put your hand in mine

And it's cold outside but I'm just fine You are mine to keep warm”

Hercules looked down at Adella. Eye to eye, pale blue to warm hazel, and he wanted to ask her if it was okay to kiss her, like she did for him on New Years Eve. But he couldn’t. Well, not exactly. He could try. Looking at her, Hercules opened his mouth and hoped for the best.

“Still want to hold you and kiss behind your ears”

Ah, not really what he was going for. Hopefully Adella would get the hint...?

I See You in the Fireflies // Mergod

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A Moral Debate || (Peg & Open)

Peg: Riddle me this

Peg: If there's no one in the gym to hear my music on the PA system

Peg: Is it really breaking the rules?

Hercules: I'm sure you're talking about some other gym in town and not Olympus, right?

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adella-the-romantic:

It was normal for Adella to feel like there was a song wrapped up around her heart. And Arista, too. But when she’d been awoken by Attina and Adrina singing down the hallway, she’d known that today was different. Even Daddy had broken into a chorus of Good Vibrations while a few of them were milling around having breakfast. And, of course, he’d scurried off to his room and locked it up tight from embarrassment. Typical Jeff.

Anyway, Arista had been singing around the house all day about Van, which was cute and all, but Adella’s singing about Herc had definitely been cuter. Either way, the twins had split up once they were tired of hearing the other sing about their sweetheart.

So, she’d made her way to the gym. Honestly she’d never been there before, so when the man she’d been playing charades with in an attempt to ask where Hercules was lit up and burst into song, her heart swelled a little.

“He’s got those eyes so blue, You love the way he moves, When he walks into the room, I know you’ll never be the same.

You keep him up all night, He’s got your heart tongue tied, You keep him wondering why.”

Had Herc… said something? To someone? She wondered to herself quietly as she moved toward the door the man had pointed out. Those thoughts quieted quickly, though, when she heard the sound of Herc’s voice reach her ears. She stood in the doorway, all blushing and smiles while he sang. And she really, really, hoped it was about her. He was quiet for a moment, then, and she cleared her throat to announce her prescience. And then, instead of a hello, her voice quietly sang out her heart’s message.

“She knows this feeling all too well, She feels her heart begin to swell, Handsome stranger, You have made her insides turn to jelly.”

When Hercules was done...singing (something he never, ever anticipated doing in his office), he thought that would be that. Maybe, finally, he had gotten out whatever it was the spell was determined to reveal. Maybe now he could get some work done.

Of course, that wasn’t how life worked.

Somebody cleared their throat and Hercules turned around in his chair, red blush already making its way up his face and around his ears. Things only got worse when he realized it was Adella. The person he--he had been singing about, if he was being honest with himself. It seemed rather clear now that she was actually right in front of him. Or maybe it was just all the serenading going on today that made this seem like fate.

Maybe it was when Adella answered his song with her own.

Hercules’ blush only deepened but he couldn’t help his lips quivering into an almost smile. Unless she ran all the way over here to sing about another handsome stranger after all of their text messages and conversations and New Years, which was just the sort of sick joke the cosmos might enjoy playing on him, Adella was singing to him. About him. He couldn’t name exactly what he was feeling but apparently his mouth could.

“What have I become? Something soft and really quite dumb. Because I've fallen, oh 'cause I've fallen So far away from the place where I started from.

I never thought I could love anyone. I never thought I could love anyone. I never thought I could love anyone, But you, but you, but you, but you, but you But you make me think that maybe I won't die alone. Maybe I won't die alone.”

It felt ridiculous of him to just be standing there. Hercules stepped forward, pausing for a brief moment. Then he slowly held his hand out for Adella to grab. Only if she wanted to but he was hopeful.

I See You in the Fireflies // Mergod

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[The Real Deal]

“Did you like the show?”

“It was…”

“The greatest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Without a doubt.” 

I’m not even gonna lie, this is purely for myself. Even Peg feels weird about me putting this up on their account. Cause they don’t really approve. But boy do I ever. For a couple reasons actually. They’ve got beautiful contrast, it’s like perfect. Extrovert drag queen and the shy gym owner? Match made in heaven. The other reason is cause they’ve both got this theme of like being authentic, I guess. Hermes, of course is very genuine in general, but he also has this whole other persona that just takes it up to a whole other level, whereas Herc has trouble being himself and comfortable on any given day and I just. I just love it so much. Forgive me. 

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Go the Distance

Hercules, 1997

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wingsamongotherthings:

Man, it was really a shame that Herc didn’t do this more often. If he was any more musical than the exact 0% that he currently was, he’d be fighting off potential suitors left and right. Or maybe Peg would. Let’s be real. He’s way too nice, Peg would have to do it for him. On the other hand, Peg also didn’t really want to share him, so maybe it was good that things like this only happened on occasion. 

As much as Peg wanted to focus on the words (and they did, they really did. It was all so cute), they couldn’t. Not right this second. Why, I hear you ask? It was simple, really; no one booped Peg and got away with it unscathed. Not even Herc. Bless ‘im. 

Peg’s lips pursed into some sort of frustrated smile to keep them from laughing, their years of drama club falling them ever so slightly. They couldn’t help it though. The things that Herc did to them were beyond measure. 

It was time for payback.

““Hit me with a shovel, and then say “I dig you” And be colder than an igloo-”

They let go of Herc’s shoulders, opting instead to poke him in the forehead, right between the eyes, before running their hand up to mess with the front of his hair, a smug smile settling on their lips -still singing their sweet tune. 

“-When you want me I don’t want you, when I want you, you don’t want me When I sing a tune and you sing it too then it’s “womp womp” in the wrong key-”

It was at this point that their wings started to beat. Not a whole lot, but just enough to lift them a couple feet up off the ground in front of Herc. It didn’t last long though, cause before anyone really had the time to process it, they were dumping themselves into Herc’s arms. One of the best things about Wonder Boy was his ridiculous strength and slightly better than average reflexes. It made things like this incredibly fun. 

“-You always let me go and do my thang But I’m always coming back again—boomerang.”

Uh-oh.

Hercules was in for it now; he could tell from Peg’s expression. The boop was just going too far but neither of them could actually say anything. It was all in reading facial cues, body language. And, sure, the poke helped to clue him in. He was still smiling though which was next to impossible not to do around Peg. Even if Peg was ruffling his hair like he hated and Hercules was swatting at their hands. Great, now he was going to look like a singing poodle. A singing poodle half-frowning, half-trying to bite back a grin because his best friend was ridiculous. Wasn’t strange at all.

(This must’ve been what high school felt like for everybody else.)

Then Peg was taking off for flight. Or...they weren’t? Oh, was this the bit where they wanted Hercules to catch them? They had a lot of bits actually that generally involved some sort of an aerial stunt while Hercules waddled underneath them just in case.

‘Never can be too careful,’ he would say while Peg rolled their eyes and said something along the lines of, ‘Okay, mom.’

He did manage to catch Peg, just as they knew he would. His strength kept him from bowling over or finding them heavy. In fact, they were light as a feather. Peg didn’t find that joke nearly as funny as he did but he would still repeat it to them if he were able. Since he was not, however, Hercules felt himself singing this in response:

“You're the one with the pioneer heart I'm the one in the brand new start I feel it coming like oh oh oh

You're the one with the cavalier smile I'm the one with the open mile Bright lights with no regrets Sing "oh oh oh"

Holding Peg still, Hercules dipped them before setting them back down. He wasn’t sure if that was part of the spell or some strange impulse that took over his mind temporarily. If he could, he’d probably apologize, stammer his way through a shoddy explanation of why he was like this.

Instead, he just sheepishly smiled at Peg. The song changed gears then.

“Every time I close my eyes I hear your favorite song Telling me not to run, not to worry anymore I can hold on tight to nothing better than the rest So it's now or never more”

Lonely Hearts Club: Valentine’s Special || WonderWing

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I See You in the Fireflies // Mergod

@adella-the-romantic

After finding Peg earlier in the day, Hercules was in a good mood. He still felt a bit silly regarding this whole singing business but it didn’t feel nearly as bad as before. But there was still the rest of the day to get through. The odds were that he’d run into somebody who wouldn’t find it so charming and then he’d go right back to feeling small. Hercules decided it was best to head to his gym, spread the cheer to his employees who were too nice to make fun of their boss directly to his face. 

Hopefully.

He sat in his office, looking over some paperwork. Or attempting to. It was difficult to focus what with all the singing out in the gym. Even his own feet were tapping. Maybe Hercules still had some song left in him? About whom or what though, he couldn’t imagine.

“Well you’re not what I was looking for But your arms were open at my door And you taught me what a life is for To see that ordinary, isn’t

Light me up again Light me up again”

His voice started out quiet like a hum but gradually the volume increased until Hercules was straight singing.

“And I want to keep us all alive And I want to see you with my eyes But I see you in the fireflies And how extraordinary is that

Light me up again Light me up again

And you don’t hold back So I won’t hold back And you don’t look back So I won’t look back

Light me up again Light me up again”

Little did Hercules know that the subject of his spontaneous song was listening in just a few feet away.

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wingsamongotherthings:

Peg couldn’t imagine that Herc was taking this whole spontaneous singing thing very well. They couldn’t get him to dance with them at all, not even when there was no one there. He only ever begrudgingly wore the matching workout shirts they got him. He was a lot of fun, of course, and they got along really well, but he was still shy. There were still things he wouldn’t do. 

The poor thing had a hard enough time saying the things that he needed to say, so a day like today probably wasn’t the best day for him.

Or… Apparently not. 

When Peg had sung out those sweet verses, they hadn’t been expecting Herc to reply with something even more ridiculous. He couldn’t just be the too-nice-loser. No. When he was cursed he somehow had to be the too-nice-loser-with-a-really-rad-singing-voice? WTF? It wasn’t fair in the slightest, but Peg still couldn’t help but grin. Of all the people he could be serenading, he was stuck with them. Ha. Take that people who’re into Herc. Peg had this one down on lock. 

He bumped into them and Peg bumped back. They could play this game. If Herc was gonna get real -not that they thought he had much of a choice- the least they could do was return the favour. They were gonna love the shit out of this dork. If that’s all Valentine’s was good for, then so be it.

“As man sees what he has when it’s leaving You gone is as asthma to breathing That’s how much I need you in my life I’m never gonna ever leave you in my lifetime Cause every time I hear line
 that shows me I’m not alone it’s saving me Cause I know that that’s a lifeline.” 

They took Herc by the shoulders, pulling him down to their eye-level, face still holding the grin from earlier. Peg hoped it said something like ‘I’m being genuine but don’t freakout’ but they knew it was just a grin. Whatever. This whole thing was a bit ridiculous. Who cared. 

“You’ve made a place where I’m welcome And although I give voice to it seldom Know I love you Nobody’s above you And if you love someone then you tell them.”

Hercules didn’t know much about spells. He had his strength since birth (presumably), Peg had their wings since birth. It wasn’t a potion or a dastardly wizard wearing a pointy hat waving his wand, however humorous that image might be. Their magic simply was which didn’t leave Hercules with a lot of firsthand experience. So he couldn’t say if everybody was affected the same way, whether everyone was pouring their hearts out in a truthful, albeit silly, manner. All he knew was that he meant every word and he knew Peg did too.

It was almost too bad that nobody else had a Peg in their lives but himself.

Almost.

When Peg grabbed him, Hercules thought they might start wrestling. Not literally, mind you, even if they did like to brag about taking down the ‘wonder boy,’ whatever that meant. Or they might pinch his cheeks, maybe ruffle his hair which he hated because it just made it even more obnoxiously poofy.

Nope. They just grinned and kept serenading him. Which might be unsettling to others but was sweet to Hercules. He smiled back. Valentine’s had always been an odd holiday celebrating something he understood very little. Today though was a good one and that was due to Peg as a lot of his good days were. He felt like he needed to do something here, something they would appreciate. Something that apparently including singing since that was still happening outside of his control.

Hercules booped Peg on the nose. And then he sang like he was on the verge of cracking up. (Which he absolutely was.)

“Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France. Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants. From way up there, you and I, you and I.

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France. Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants. From way up there, you and I, you and I.”

Lonely Hearts Club: Valentine’s Special || WonderWing

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Hercules had lived in Swynlake long enough to have expected this. Well, he should have. But, blindly and dumbly, he had expected to wake-up on Valentine’s and have a perfectly normal morning.

How absurd of him.

The singing was just embarrassing. He felt that way constantly so one would think he’d be used to it by now. But Hercules just felt so awkward every time he opened his mouth and lyrics came spilling out. The spell even affected his texting. The whole thing was so utterly ridiculous that the immediate thought he had was of Peg. Peg who themselves knew a lot about the utterly ridiculous. Or maybe he just wanted to be around his oldest (correction: longest, Peg would never be old) friend for a small amount of comfort.

So he left his home, praying that he wouldn’t run into anybody that caused him to belt out anything too mortifying. Hercules kept his head down to avert his gaze from any poor wayward strangers. He couldn’t inflict them with his crooning. That would just be cruel and unusual punishment. And he hurried along though somehow Peg found him first. Or maybe they found each other?

Ah, that was too cheesy, even for Hercules.

They seemed perfectly comfortable with this whole singing business. Naturally. But the content of the song took him by surprise more than the act. Peg sang a lot, it wasn’t really that peculiar to him anymore. The words though, singing about their friendship like that...

Hercules didn’t think that today he’d be waking up about to sing about his friendship with Pegasus but, hey, life was full of surprises, right? That sounded like something they’d say so the thought made him happy, even if he was about to definitely embarrass himself in front of his friend. Who would never let him live it down probably.

“If you were falling, then I would catch you. You need a light, I'd find a match.

‘Cause I love the way you say good morning. And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

‘Cause I love the way you call me Hercy. And you take me the way I am.”

With a laugh, Hercules sang the next line, “I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair,” because he could just see Peg’s reaction already. Still, he kept going, moving forward to (gently) bump their shoulder.

“Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cause I love you more than I could ever promise. And you take me the way I am.”

Lonely Hearts Club: Valentine’s Special || WonderWing

Leave it to Swynlake to get all fuckey around Valentine’s day. At this point in their life, Peg had come to expect it. There was the sudden love spells last year (that they had managed to avoid ever so smoothly). There had been the year with actual arrows flying out of nowhere. They weren’t sure if they actually had any romantic effect, but they sure did hurt like hell. And then there was this year.

Peg hadn’t noticed it at first. It had actually taken them the entire morning before they realized something was off. It wasn’t unlike them to hum under their breath, but it was when they had gotten a call from their parents that they realized something was up. Their dad wasn’t one to sing, but he hadn’t even been singing; it was crooning, really.

Isn’t she lovely

Isn’t she wonderful

Isn’t she precious

That’s when things started to click. It wasn’t like him to misgender them, let alone sing Stevie Wonder songs. And it also wasn’t like Peg to mutter Watsky all morning. But that was what this town did to people, apparently. Again.

As far as Valentine’s curses went, this wasn’t all that bad and when Peg’s feet lead them out onto the street and down the ever familiar path through the town they just went with it. And when they saw that familiar face, they could already guess what was coming.

“And there is not a single place that I would rather be. I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me.” A pause. Well, there was no going halfway, was there?  “I don’t care where you’ve been. How many miles, I still love you.”

[herculeskouros-blog]

Wild Heart || Soleil&

Soleil: It's beautiful, just beautiful

So beautiful this first grey day is ours

My loving child

By grace of God we live, my child,

Hercules: I want to change the world.

Instead I sleep.

I want to believe in more than you and me.

But all that I know is I'm breathing.

All I can do is keep breathing.

[herculeskouros-blog]

Checking In // Mergod Texts

Adella: NO no you didn't say anything wrong, i just dropped my phone lol

Adella: and it's alright, no need to feel guilty. you've been doing that for uh a while now if i'm honest

Adella: oh no don't worry about them. they all like you way too much to be angry about anything with you haha

Hercules: Oh! I thought that was just me who did that. Don't even ask how many screens I've cracked. (Too many.)

Hercules: Oh? I mean that's a good thing. Right? Right, of course it is. Me too. I mean about you. Um.

Hercules: Really? Wow, that's good to know. Maybe I just have a way with Tritons.

Hercules: [a minute later after thunking himself in the forehead a few times] I should probably just stick with knock-knock jokes if I wanna make you smile.