#herculeskin

stimboard for : megara (hercules) with blue fire, glitter, and a pallet of blue, purple, and gold

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-Percy Jackson and Meg (Hercules)

Hi there, Meg from Disney’s Hercules here! Herc was a great guy. He really was. But my heart belonged to someone else when I met him. I had spent so much time trying to bring back my ex, that I was wanting to see it through to the end. But I had also spent so much time with Hades trying to get there that we had an actual fondness for each other. Stockholm Syndrome? Not really, no. I had gone to him willingly. We spent a lot of time together in the underworld, it was lonely otherwise, and once we started catching feelings for each other, he never once pushed my boundaries.

The stuff with Herc? That was my doing mostly. Hades needed him gone, and I was all too happy to take care of it. And when I found out he was a potential god, I knew he’d be helpful to get me my ex back. I could tell he was falling for me, and I just pushed back any guilt because I knew my ex would be coming back to me soon, and we could be happy again. Of course nothing ever goes as planned does it?

Hercules manages to save him, bring him back. He doesn’t know that this guy is my lover, he thinks he’s a family friend or something. And it’s only after he saves him that Hades breaks the news to him that he’s my lover and not a friend. Ashamed and embarrassed, Hercules, having walked out of the River Styx alive and a god, leaves without saying a word. I wanted to apologize, but I didn’t feel bad enough about it if I was honest, since they both survived.

My ex and I moved back in together, and Hades freed me from my contract. It was bittersweet leaving him, but I was also excited to continue my life with my love. Everything seemed normal the first couple of days, when suddenly he started spending more time out on his own. And once, on a walk to take my mind off my worries, I saw him with another woman, the two of them entangled in each other as they made out.

I ran home, packed what few things I had in my bag, and left. I couldn’t go into town, I didn’t want to risk seeing my ex, so I wandered into the forest, hoping to find somewhere with shelter and perhaps an easy job, making just enough to get by. It was getting dark, and I needed to find shelter. It was the middle of the Grecian forest and there wasn’t anything. Until I saw it. A stone building, columns lining the front, and I could tell it was a temple. Perhaps whatever god would grant me mercy from my dealings with Hades and give me shelter for the night. Walking in, I saw him. It was a massive statue of Hades. This was one of his temples. And all I could do was break down and sob. My feelings had caught up with me, and I was mourning the loss of my loved to another woman, and I was sure Hades wanted nothing to do with me.

And yet, after crying until I couldn’t cry anymore, he showed up. Still calling me “nutmeg”, he offered to take care of me. No deals, no contracts, just two people, helping each other willingly with each other’s feelings. And once I healed once more, I realized. My heart had been Hades’ for longer than I realized. And I was okay with that because his heart was mine too. And that’s all we needed.

femme fashion for megara from disney hercules (@witchymiki)

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