DARK FAIRYTALE

Hercules had gone through all the stages; from God to Demigod, back to God and finally deciding to remain a Demigod to stay with the woman they loved– Until all of that got taken away from their grasp and now they remained a mortal, with absolutely nothing besides the memories that they cherished. Perhaps, this all would be easier if they still kept their status, or at least their full strength. But nothing ever seemed to be any simple, not in life and neither inside the ring. Hercules was aware that they could, now, die, yet everytime they walked in with their unwavering bravery, especially as they threw the final blow that would make their opponent crashing down onto the ground. A sigh, a tired and pained one; as they knew it was finally over– Their arm raised in the air by the referee, as the crowd cheered. A faint smile tracing their lips as if to thank them, even if the fighter knew the people was only there for themselves. Their night would go as usual; they’d get out of the ring, probably get a quick drink as well groomed customers side eyed their sweaty and beaten up frame, and finally go home and try to sleep off the soreness surrounding them. 

But that night wasn’t usual.

The loud crowd didn’t stop Hercules from immediately recognizing Megara’s voice calling out for them, and they quickly turned around to meet her. Rapid heart skipping a beat as if it was them seeing her for the first time ever. It almost felt like a whole lifetime ago, they had called her their dream come true and for them, she still was, even if now it was a dream that slipped through their fingers time after time. “Meg,” a smile, more genuine than the one shared to the public, even if this one hurt their swelling skin, as they approached her. The only thing separating them, the cage that kept Hercules inside the ring. Like two worlds apart. It was almost too reflecting on their everyday situation. It would’ve been foolish of Hercules to ask her what she was doing there that night, a quick glance at the crowd and they were sure Holden hadn’t been there for that specific match. But she was, and even if they knew it wasn’t safe for her to be there, it didn’t matter what’d happen the next day, not now when they were merely inches away. 

Hercules didn’t have much time to acknowledge her congratulating them– always too slow with words when it came to her– as her worried words followed. “It’s nothing,” they downplayed the situation with their usual charm, aware that she wouldn’t believe it. Ignoring the still present crowd and the knocked down opponent, Hercules quickly asked for the doors to be opened so they could finally step out with her, and once they were and nothing was between them, their bruised fingers gently traced up her arms. It was probably stupid, but at times Hercules worried they’d get punched so hard they’d be imagining things. But they knew they weren’t imagining this. Just like they knew they both had to get away from there before the people surrounding them started bunching up around the both of them– always prying eyes and silent gossipy whispers. Pushing past staring people and bodyguards, their hand gently secured around hers, until they were only surrounded by walls and lockers, and nothing or no one else. "I’m happy to see you.” The words shouldn’t be filled with longing, but as they tried to hide that their eyes always spoke more than what they could. 

She cared for them, more than she could ever truly care for herself. Megara had thrown herself between them and a pillar, faced death with a smile knowing they’d be safe. Again, a world without Hercules felt empty, like a night without stars, an eternal darkness she couldn’t escape from without her sun. Selling her heart in exchange for their company sounded like a perfect exchange, a fitting one at that. How pathetic, Megara had thought many times while witnessing her heart beating, shielded within a glass container. Whenever she got nervous the heart would respond accordingly, as if it was still a part of her body, a part of herself. Seeing Hercules now, however, caused her heart to to pump faster, the magic binding the blood to her heart losing a bit of their control, causing blood to splatter against the glass, staining it in the process. She’d have to clean that one up later, but right now all she cared for stood in front of her. 

Their bruises and blood clinging to their face were definitely alarming, caused her to follow them towards the door to greet them immediately. Surrounded like prey, these predators around them weren’t interested in another fight, they almost begged for someone to challenge Hercules again, but no one dared -- not yet, at least. While making their way to the back, away from the crowd, Megara scanned the room for possibly threats, but only saw the stains of her own blood against the glass, a clear sign of how her love for Hercules still had a greater impact on her than anything or anyone else. 

Letting go of them in the locker Meg immediately crossed her arms. She couldn’t bring herself to say something, and it took her a good while to even start to look at Hercules again. Truth be told it broke her heart to see them hurt. She’d have given herself up to see them unharmed, as they once so eagerly gave up their immortality and God-status. “Are ya going to beat up everyone who looks funny at ya, or what?” she tried to loosen up the conversation, stop her heart from taking over. “Don’t lose your fire, Wonderboy,” Megara pointed at their bruises.” looks like he got you real good.” Though, in the end, her mood changed and her previous smirk turned into a loving smile. Megara now pranced towards them. She felt more at ease now than just a few seconds ago. “It’s good to see you, too,” her words were followed by a tight hug, one she couldn’t bring herself to cancel after thinking about all the consequences if one were to find out they were seeing each other. For some reason she truly felt peace -- and they surprisingly still smelled the same, even after a fight -- but maybe that’s what made Hercules so unique: the ability to entice her with as much as a few words, a touch, the smell of them after a few fights. “Look,” Megara started, herself still clinging on them “Maybe I can strike a deal with Alice, Holden, Fritz -- whoever’s responsible for all of this,” she inhaled deeply “so you don’t have to fight all the time.” she now took a step back and one could see her eyes were covered with a film of tears causing them to look slightly red, shiny against the light above them. “This is bad,” she finally murmured. I still love you, more than ever, more than anyone before me. I will always love you.

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair

FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails  🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair

unerwunschte‌:

ＲＥＩＧＮ  ＳＥＡＳＯＮ  ＴＷＯ  ＱＵＯＴＥＳ

I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to repeat history.

Out of all the people you could have slept with, did it have to be one of my ladies? One of my closest friends?

I am with child. Our child, at last!

I’ve come to offer you something. The destruction of our mutual enemy.

Cold passion mixed with your warm blood was to bind you to me. My spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.

Ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.

You are my husband and my king.

You crushed the rebellion by yourself.

If we die, it is at her hands. And if we live I will never forgive her for this.

I’m saying that should anything happen to either of us I hope that you’ll remember me not as the man who lied or betrayed you, I hope you’ll remember me as the man who would have cherished you if he’d had the chance.

And real love never fades, not truly.

Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us.

I refuse to surrender. My reign will not end without a fight.

Whose blood concerns you more, your husband or your lover’s?

All that stands between him and the crown is my head.

Whatever happens to him, it’s over. I will never see him again.

You say that as if somehow, I’ve won. But how can it be over when he’s still ingrained in your heart? You will always see him just as I will always see you. Naked, in each others’ arms.

Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Both of us constantly wondering what the other is up to?

Our love will die here.

Just don’t expect a fond farewell from me. Or my trust. Ever again.

Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.

If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself.

I never imagined you’d kill him by breaking his heart.

The truth of your betrayal was the last thing that he heard before he collapsed.

I will spill blood to defend what’s mine.

You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape.

But you have to know, that no matter your choices, you still have a husband who would do anything to make you happy.

I opened my heart to a liar.

Do we trust each other? 

Build a future controlled by you, not the changeable heart of a woman.

I’m sorry we’ve come to this.

But if you sincerely believe that your best path to healing is at his side, I will not stand in your way.

I have to fight every instinct I have pulling me toward you. When I’m near you I am aware of every breath you take and when I am away even the wind in the trees reminds me of you.

You say that I can be free, open to another. But without you my heart is closed as tight as a fist.

Because I love you. And one of us should be happy.

There are those who merely believe they have power, and there are those who actually have it.

Oh, is that caring? It sounds to me like a man trying to tighten his grip on a woman.

Congratulations, you’ve used your knowledge of the heart’s noblest emotion to manipulate and destroy someone.

What we once had was so natural. I miss how easy it was. We’d make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms like branches growing together.

I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking and I don’t know how to wake up.

If your heart wants to sleep, let it. Many things can be forced out of duty, but not the heart.

Look where that love has brought us.

I wanted to one kind of King, and then I was forced to be another. Now I cannot go back.

You are my life and I love you.

I feel this nation is burning and I am the man who lit the match.

I love you. You do know that, no matter what I’ve done.

Are you prepared to die for this marriage?

I have lost all faith in you and the man I thought you were.

Oh spare me your lies and excuses! You’re not the man that I fell in love with and you’re not the King I want to rule beside. You are a coward!

I gave you a chance, I waited for the man I fell in love with to return, but that man is dead and I am finished waiting for him!

Do not seek to take before I can give.

No matter what happens, I love you.

Unfortunately, my husband isn’t giving me what I want, so I’ve come to ask you instead.

I need to handle this on my own and to do it my way. What I need from you is to be patient and to believe in me.

Take a stand, my love. I’ll take it with you.