#hercules mulligan headcanon

[iluvlaffayette]

[vmpkai]

hold up lemme just. . .

the rev. set & co with social media!

aight there we go

hamilton

twitter

he will spend several hours arguing with a person trying to prove em wrong ( *cough cough* thomas *cough cough* )

he probably sends like 20 threads per answer too cuz we all know he exceeds the character limit every single time

has gotten suspended several times for some of his insults

during his presidency, he @ trump to call him out on his shit ( like he should )

has been blocked by a shitton of politicians who can't be bothered with his shit

people love him for his hot takes abt the government

king of twitter drama

laurens

pinterest

has two accounts: one for art, one for memes

has a shitton of boards

nobody - not even hammy boy - is allowed to see them

his memes are literally the most brainrot shit ever ( mood )

occasionally posts his art but uses it for inspiration for the most part

most of his unhinged comments rest here

has a fucking gay gay homo gay board ( he's just like me fr )

laffayette

instagram

has so many selfies on there

yk he is popular asf cuz he's so handsome

has roped the others into taking some with him

his posts are either runway model level of quality or the most shittiest of shitpost

he gets a shitton of down HORRENDOUS thirst comments and he is absolutely proud of that ( and trust me they are absolutely foul i'm talking the shit you see ppl say abt jjk characters and laf will encourage tf out of it )

mulligan

tumblr

just prefers it to everywhere else ( as he should )

runs the biggest fashion blog in all of new york ( as he fucken SHOULD )

loves posting his designs on there

and the crowd goes fucking wild for his designs

ofc his mates are gonna be in the comments hyping him up

they're also his models

defo has a personal account where he is just an absolute gremlin ( average tumblr user )

angelica

twitch ( hear me out )

extremely popular pro gamer

absolutely dunks on everyone she plays against

mainly plays cod and fortnite

people show up for her skills and her roasts cuz we all know she fucking cooks all the misogynistic dorks on there ( it's giving feminist packgod, aight? )

eliza

youtube

has a cooking channel

absolutely adores her audience

has defo fallen asleep several times watching those iceberg videos on the most randomest of topics

the recommended page does not match the face whatsoever ( she doesn't open youtube around others because of it )

even though she denies it constantly, she watches commentary channels on drama she's interested in

and peggy

tiktok

she got millions of followers

mainly posts funny skits with her sisters

her fyp are diabolical, disgraceful, discombobulating, shameful ( she just like me fr /j )

only communicates in tiktoks + she will send you shit in the middle of the night

madison

tumblr

he prefers the controlled chaos of it to anywhere else

posts about his favorite books

has a sizeable audience on there

refuses to tell anyone ( *cough cough* thomas *cough cough* ) about his blog

jefferson

twitter

sole purpose is to wind up hamilton every chance he gets

also loves the drama on there

bros the type of person to have thousands of followers and then either follows nobody, or like up to 5 people total

it boosts his ever growing ego

burr

reddit

yk he frequents r/vent to complain about hamilton

also loves sifting through r/aita ( he has most definitely posted some stuff in there too )

he's in such a random group of subreddits

questions his humanity every day whenever he paroozes that godforsaken site

he was a mod for a subreddit but he got kicked for being too much of a fence sitter ( hamilton found out and did NOT let that slide lmfao )

washington

facebook

he's a facebook dad absolutely

has fallen for the conspiracy theory traps a few times

his posts are just all dad things

he does NOT know how to use emojis at fucking all and it's glorious

king george

instagram

flexes his money, wealth and all that jazz

also lives for the tea on there ( he will literally sit in the comments spamming tea emojis whenever a fight was to break out lmfao )

goes on live just to annoy everyone around him ( usually works )

posts on his story like 20 times a day

his ego is the size of england thanks to that site

tried to start beef after laf turned down a collab and temporarily caused world war 3 between the fanbases

[1796samuel-seabury1729]

heh . . queer people from the 1700s . . . save me . . giggles maniacally .

plz dont burn me at the stake .

also flags for anyone who needs them [ with their full government names because erm im silly ] :

- alexander hamilton --- pansexual / polyamorous / cisgender male

- john laurens --- gay / asexual / ambiamorous / transgender

- gilbert du motier , marquis de lafayette --- bisexual [ female preference ] / demisexual / demiromantic / ambiamorous / demiboy

- hercules mulligan --- aroace / cisgender male

- aaron burr --- omnisexual [ female preference ] / demisexual / demiromantic / cisgender male

- thomas jefferson --- bisexual [ male preference ] / demiromantic / polyamorous / transmasc / demiboy

- james madison --- bisexual [ no preference ] / aroace / libramasc

- elizabeth schuyler - hamilton --- bisexual [ male preference ] / demisexual / cisgender female

- angelica schuyler - church --- omnisexual [ male preference ] / demiromantic / ambiamorous / transfem

- peggy schuyler --- pansexual / asexual / ambiamorous / transfem / demigirl

if you dont know what a flag means and you dont want to do research , then you can ask me :P

[knowltonsrangers]

#14: looking at their lips as they talk.

TURN!Hercules Mulligan x reader

There’s something about this, the way simply standing in the kitchen and talking, has him all over you and he can’t help it.

It had been a long week, and when you had proposed to possibly stay in tonight, Hercules was all but over the moon at the idea. He was exhausted, he couldn’t be bothered with attempting to act bummed about not going to dinner.

In fact, he rather it be at home with you, in this moment, right now.

“Do I have something on my face?”

You end your sentence and begin another with a question, to which his eyes flick up a bit to reveal that he was not meeting your eyes the entirety of that conversation.

“What? No, you don’t.”

“Then why are you looking down?”

It’s not something he could easily explain, and in truth, he would have to look down regardless, however, he was just caught staring at your lips.

“Oh? Oh—no reason, must have zoned out. What is it that we were talking about?”

He can see it in your eyes, the suspicion that still lingered, but you moved on anyways, for now.

“We were just going on about work this week, that’s all, I…”

His eyes move downwards once more, and it’s an unconscious movement. The minute your lips start moving, he can’t help it, he just wants a kiss from you so bad—

“You’re doing it again!”

“What, y/n? Doing what?”

“Stop lying, Mulligan, I know there’s something on my face that you think is so funny—“

You nudge past him, headed straight for the bathroom to see whatever he was so amused by, annoyed that he would let such a thing go on for so long.

To your surprise, there was nothing there, and in the reflection of the mirror, all you can see behind you is Hercules laughing.

“I told you, there was not a thing there.”

“Then why were you staring at my face like that?”

“Oh, no, y/n, not your face.”

The redhead comes closer to your personal space, forcing you to turn as he cages you against the sink, his hands coming on either side of your body.

“I think you know how enticing your lips are, and all I wanted was your affection.”

You can feel the heat crawl to your cheeks, but you can’t help it, the way you look up to see Hercules Mulligan staring down at you so admirably.

“You could have just asked,”

You say, hand of your own coming to his chest, forcing him to make the next move.

“I could have,”

He says, leaning closer, enough that you can see the greens in his irises as they blink at you.

“But where is the fun in that?”

“Oh, leave it to you, to make everything about fun—mmph!”

He cuts you off, and to no avail, the kiss is just as sweet as it always is, yet, there’s something a little more there.

“All that,”

You breathe, pulling away enough to catch his attention.

“For probably the laziest kiss I think you’ve ever given me.”

It’s a taste of his own medicine, surely.

You move around him, leaving him to sputter a response of some nonsense, trailing after you as you begin back towards the kitchen.

“Did I mention how tired I was? Didn’t think that would translate though…”

He’s still after you, hot on your heels as you check on dinner in the oven.

“Actions speak louder than words.”

You shrug, and he scoffs, hands coming to his hips as you won’t turn to face him.

“I am starting to think that—!”

You should just continue to tease him, yet, somehow Hercules has this thing about him that you can never leave it alone.

Taking fistfuls of his collar, you yank him down, kissing him squarely on the lips as he smiles against your mouth.

“There,”

He says, mumbling his words.

“That is what I was looking for.”

“Mhm.”

You say, gently bumping your forehead against his.

“That’s what I though.”

[twisted-dork]

Ctimene Headcanons Her Relationship With Her Family (+Polites and Ares)

(+What she mainly calls them)

Mom (Anticlea): 8/10 I can see Anticlea disapproving of Ctimene being a bit of a tomboy but loves her regardless like any good (I said good, not great) mother would but is still vocal about her wishing that Ctimene would act more like a girl than a warrior. Despite this they have a good relationship from their often gossiping together, spending time together, to the times of Ctimene having a bad day only to be held in her mother’s arms like she always did for her and Odysseus since they were infants.

Father (Laërtes): 4/10 Laërtes and Ctimene used to have a good relationship before he went crazy. He would give her gifts and treasures he knew she would like, he would tell her stories of heroes, and he often carried her around. But when he was crazy he would sometimes not recognize her and treated her like a stranger until Anticlea reminded him who Ctimene was. They would have their moments but Ctimene wishes they could go back to what they once were.

Big Brother (Odysseus): Odysseus would be to Ctimene like Fergus (Merida’s father) is to Merida. He wouldn’t care that Ctimene would ‘do things a princess shouldn’t do’ if anything I feel like he would take pride in being the first person to say teach her to shoot a bow and arrow (Merida and The Challenge reference). And despite having rival war gods as their Patrons they have a more healthy sibling relationship than Ares and Athena. Let me paint you a scenario: If Odysseus were to win against a duel between them he would help her get up before ruffling her hair and instructing her what she did wrong and how she could improve. But if Ctimene were to win the duel she would cheer in excitement before doing a victory dance and saying how she was the best (classic sibling behavior). Odysseus knew that he wanted her to be happy so when he noticed that his friend Eurylochus would look at her as though she was the only person he was seeing and she would smile awkwardly at him he knew. So when his best friend asked to marry her he knew his answer not caring to hear the rest of his friend’s claim and unknowingly accepted a dowry for Ctimene marriage that he later gifted her as a wedding present. He is the number 1 Eurymene shipper. Through it all they both know that they can at least trust each other even if it feels like everything and everyone is against them.

Polites: Best friends who annoy Odysseus for fun sake’s. The number 3 Eurymene shipper. Knows what cheers her up when she’s down. Was adopted as another brother by her. Was either the flower boy (Hercules Mulligan) or Man of Honor at her wedding.

Ares: The number 2 Eurymene shipper. Even though Ctimene knew the story of Ares as a warrior and how he represented the bad parts of war she couldn’t help but admire the god for how caring he seemed to be with Aphrodite, Artemis (helping her with the Amazon warriors), Hera, and his daughters even killing a son of Poseidon because he had assaulted his daughter if anything she was shocked that not that many people in their kingdom worship him but she did. She made a little alter dedicated to the God of war and would always make sure that it was up to standards for the god. When he chose her as his champion she was ecstatic. As he trained her she began to view him as a father figure and she knew he cared for her like a daughter even if he never admitted it.

I attempted to draw her in the traditional way but I will say I didn’t get the hair right

[rdotvel]

ALSO im back but AROMANTIC HERCULES MULLIGAN OH MY GOODNESS THIS HEADCANON GIVES ME LIFE </33

also replying to this so i dont clutter my inbox but adding onto aro herc

HE ISNT AROACE. he’s just aromantic.

i get a little peeved when someone just associates being aro as only ace like no you can be aro and not ace and vice versa so just to let yall know he’s only aromantic

[66zl33gr]

It's Not A Phase AU!

aka me and @farbexx's self indulgent highschool AU

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TW: This AU includes topics of drug usage and self-harm addictions. The info dump below will not include it, but it is included in AU content. View at your own discretion.

Summary:

The AU follows the Hamilton characters' life in a Polish high (or primary) school (except it's based on our experiences in Polish school so they're all at least a bit alternative queer and mentally unwell suck my balls (/j) )

Alexander Hamilton

Character Info:

The majors might not make sense but I attempted to explain it in English as best as I can.

17 years old, he/him, humanistic subject major.

John Laurens

17 years old, he/him, graphic design/polygraphy specialty major.

Lafayette (im not typing allat we all know his full name)

17 years old, he/him, French-Ukrainian, gastronomic specialty major.

Hercules Mulligan

18 years old, he/him, tailoring specialty major.

Thomas Jefferson

17 years old, he/him, language subject major. Did an exchange year in France.

James Madison

17 years old, he/him, programming specialty major.

Aaron Burr

17 years old, he/him, math-physics subject major.

Angelica Schuyler

18 years old, she/her, math-physics subject major.

Elizabeth Schuyler

17 years old, she/her, education specialty major.

Peggy Schuyler

16 years old, she/her, ad creation specialty major.

Philip Hamilton

9 years old, he/him, no major since he's in primary.

George Washington

47 years old, he/him. He's everyone's PE teacher and everyone but Philip's homeroom teacher. How are they all in the same class despite having different majors? Don't ask me, I don't know. They just are.

Relationships:

Alexander and Thomas are dating, they used to date in secret, firstly because everyone thought they hate each other, then later because they found out people have bets on them and they wanted no one to win.

Maria and Eliza are dating after Alexander introduced them to eachother. (Maria and Alexander never had any romantic connection in this AU, they're just friends that go way back and Alexander introduced Maria to everyone after she began attending the school this AU takes place in.)

Lafayette and Hercules have a bromance that is painful for everyone to watch. Basically just a ton of repressed emotions, kissing the homies goodnight and "no homo".

Aaron is in love with Alexander, it's really onesided. Alexander used to like him, but Aaron never confessed and thus missed his shot. Now he just painfully pines for him and vents everything to Theodosia, who in this AU is his online best friend.

Lafayette and Peggy are best friends. They have a Tiktok account where they go into drugstores and eat the product. It's weirdly famous.

John and Alexander are also best friends, they're literally the "dumb and dumber" trope. They used to date in 5th grade for like 2 weeks and now tease eachother mercilessly about it.

Thomas and James are (again) best friends, with them being the "you have to wear earplugs around him" and "has not spoken more than 3 sentences to anyone but Thomas unprompted" duo. They have gossip sessions together, with Thomas running the school gossip page and James picking up on a lot of gossip since people don't worry about him overhearing "because what's he gonna do?" they have a LOT of gossip.

Everyone else is friends, they're a big friendgroup but they make it work.

Alexander and Philip are brothers. Their parents force Alexander to take Philip everywhere he goes (except when he's hanging with someone one-on-one) so Philip is pretty much incorporsted into the friendgroup.

I might post headcanons about individual people or smaller groups, if you made it this far comment who you'd like to see headcanons about.

[littlesunshine1223]

Hamilton Headcanons?

[oliwonders]

pasting this here from discord 🐉 (Hamilton hcs)

well the beginning is Lauriver but everything else is misc

ALWAYS AT ONE ANOTHER'S HIP

even when Max was around, whenever John was around Oliver was always w him somehow

I feel like they were both equally clingy—like touching one another somehow (like John always slinging his arm around Oliver and Alexander's shoulders and Oliver holding onto his arms or hands)

they accidentally fell asleep together once and Oliver was the big spoon and it stuck ever since

they didn't tell each other they were gay until Hamiliza's wedding because they thought it'd mess up their friendship because yk law and stuff it wasn't accepted at ALL back then

they didn't even tell each other about their crushes

I'd like to think they both join Angelica somehow during the toasts

they were Lafayette and Hercules kids™ I don't make the rules

if one did something then chances were that the other one followed along with

Oliver was pretty upset when she found out about the duel with Lee and it made John sad bc she was upset with him :(

whenever they drink, Oliver makes sure to stay completely sober for John's sake (and Lafayette and Hercules too if they're there. she doesn't care much for Alexander)

I'd like to imagine in the "You and I, do or die" part of "My Shot," John has his arms around both Hamilton and Oliver, but is looking mainly at Oliver during the "do or die" part

he def drags her everywhere, even when they were kids; during "Winter's Ball," if he was going somewhere, Oliver would be dragged behind him

going back to being Lafayette and Mulligan's kids, Lafayette definitely both knew they were gay and made sure they weren't questioned when they left the Wedding Ball for Alexander & Eliza, because he already knew what was up

Laurens house is Oliver's, as he's told her, and vice versa

they probably both have a key to each other's house theyre BESTIES besties

besties as in ppl assume they're together and they have to either awkwardly deny (mlm & wlw supremacy) or just "no we're just friends"

headcanon that ever since she was little she would call John "mein zukünftiger Ehemann" (My future husband according to my translator) as a little joke, never told John what it meant tho. and during the war, just in case, she would always call him that too but was always confused whenever she started to feel different the more she said it

im just gonna screenshot everything else.

i was not copying and pasting all of that

anyways there’s more 🙏🏽

[iluvlaffayette]

[vmpkai]

in honor of pride month i ended up making queer headcannons of the main hamilton characters because i like making everything queer so

lgbtq+ hamilton headcannons

disclamer: yes some of the sexualities are weird because i like weird identities, i use weird identities, and sometimes it just makes sense. not a fan? close the door on your way out. also this is sponsored by 3 am thoughts and lack of sleep. anyways, shall we continue?

alexander hamilton

- he / they

- bi + polyam + trans guy

- a fanfic gave me the poly idea and i absolutely love it

- also alexander is just a trans name and he has that tboy swag

- has a thing for both john ( he finds all of his friends to be very attractive and flirts with them all )

- very obnoxious about his identity ( as he should )

john laurens

- he / him

- demisexual + gay + cis

- it just works for him

- knew he was gay from birth he just needed some boys to kiss

hercules mulligan

- he / him

- bihet or unlabeled + demiromantic + cis

- makes and sells pride flags + has several pride stickers

- doesn't really care all that much, but find himself having a preference for women

- does have a major thing for laf though ( is way too shy to talk about it )

marquis de lafayette

- all pronouns

- pan + genderfluid + non binary

- so obnoxiously gay and it's wonderful

- definitely does drag in their free time ( and fucking slays it each time )

angelica schuyler

- she / her

- pan + aroace + trans woman

- if you even think anything queerphobic she will tear you a new one ( kicked a transphobe in the teeth cuz of a comment they made towards her )

- such a girlboss about it

eliza schuyler

- she / they

- bi + polyam + asexual + cis

- polyam idea also from a fanfic ( it was really good )

- alex helped her realize she was polyam

- has a big fat crush on maria lewis

peggy schuyler

- any pronouns

- lesbian + genderfluid

- blames all of her problems on homophobia ( as she should )

- the most lesbian to ever lesbian tbh

- reminds me of one of my irl friends tbh ( both give off the same vibes )

maria lewis ( reynolds )

- she / her

- bi lesbian + trans girl

- doesn't talk about her sexuality a lot cuz she hates explaining ( mood )

- eliza was lesbian awakening, alexander was bi awakening, james made her realize she did NOT like men. well cis men at least ( just like me frfr )

thomas jefferson

- he / him

- bigay + aromantic + cis

- label depends on the day, really

- flirts with everyone ( more or less to get what he wants cuz he puts his pretty privilege to use )

- secretly does drag and denies all accusations ( he'd make a fabulous queen )

james madison

- he / him

- gay + demiaroace + trans guy

- nobody actually knows he's trans aside from those with the transtuition

- in a qpt relationship with thomas

aaron burr

- he / him

- hetero + aromantic + cis

- he's a quiet ally who supports his friends

- does not have a queer opinion at fucking all ( as per usual ) #certifiedfencesitter

george washington

- he / him

- hetero + cis

- doesn't understand but he tried his best

- ( at pride with all his kids the revolutionary set ) stranger: "how many genders are there?" washington: "i dunno man, i just got here."

king george

- nameself pronouns / neos / he

- gay + cis

- is 100% both a drag king and drag queen ( he's just so cunty )

- has that roly west of energy ( please tell me that someone can see the vision )

[1796samuel-seabury1729]

currently thinking about aroace hercules mulligan . i am happy .

[knowltonsrangers]

masterlist!

TURN! Washington's Spies

Caleb Brewster

George Washington

Benjamin Tallmadge

Marquis de Lafayette

Robert Townsend

Ensign [Thomas] Baker

John Graves Simcoe

Hercules Mulligan

John André

Edmund Hewlett

Selah Strong

Alexander Hamilton

Robert Rogers

misc. headcanons

The Dreamer Comic

Nathan Hale

Thomas Knowlton

Enoch Hale

Sons of Liberty

Paul Revere

Sam Adams

Dr. Joseph Warren

John Adams

1776 Musical

Thomas Jefferson

Richard Henry Lee

Roger Sherman

*Misc

Charles Sumner

[singtotheskiies]

More Than Friends

pairing: hercules mulligan x reader modern au words: 3800 warnings: swearing, probs some HP spoilers, flUfF request by @justcallmecinammon (shortened): reader is best friends with Herc and is his personal model for his designs. little does she know that behind all the best-friend camaraderie, there's a little more going on. with some help from John Laurens and Co., they share their feelings.

Your best friend, Hercules Mulligan, was an aspiring fashion designer who preferred the outdated term "tailor's apprentice." Your best friend was also a broad-chested, dark-skinned man who stood at around six feet tall. Not your typical big guy. He certainly got some heat for it, and every time someone (namely, Aaron Burr) made fun of him and called him names ("sissy" being predominant), you would fly into a rage. "Burr, you better shut up or I'll rip your mouth off your face and stick it up your self-righteous ass," you screamed one day. The two of you had been on a shopping run and had ran into Burr at the grocery store. "Woah, calm down, there, Princess," he said, that ever-present chuckle in his voice irking you. "For the millionth time, don't call me Prin—" "Don't worry about it, (Y/N). He's not worth your time," Herc cut in softly. "But—" "Let's go." He pulled you out of the grocery store and began walking towards the apartment complex the two of you lived in. Your spaces were across the hall from each other. "Herc," you began. "How can you put up with him? You just...stand there. I don't understand." "(Y/N)," he said, still quietly, "I make it a point not to bother with people like Burr. Besides, I'll show them when I finally get my own shop." "Which will be very soon," you said. "I hope so," he said, and a soft smile graced his lips, making you melt. Oh, yeah. There was also the fact that you were completely infatuated with your best friend. You knew it was horribly cliché but couldn't help it. He was always so kind and sweet, and although his career choice was unique, you loved him all the more for it. He would never fail to find a way to make you feel better, and it was impossible not to become more attached than you probably should. You doubted he liked you back; you had been best friends for five years and you had never once seen a sign of him feeling the same way. Therefore, you tried to keep it to yourself and could only hope that it wasn't too obvious. "Any plans for later?" you asked him. "Well, it depends. Do you?" he looked down at you. "Not much. I was just gonna watch the Harry Potter marathon that's on tonight," you replied. "Well, that's what I was thinking as well. But it wouldn't be any fun without my best friend," Herc said, breaking into a grin. "That's true. Your best friend has to agree," you told him. "It starts at five, right? I'll bring the Doritos. And Nutella." "(Y/N)," Herc jokingly protested. "You bring Nutella to everything!" "It's not a party without chocolate spread," you shot back, crossing your arms in mock perturbation. "I can't argue with that," he replied, as the two of you entered the apartment complex. "See you at five?" "You betcha!" you smiled, hugging him tightly before unlocking your door. And as he smelled your scent and felt you pressed close to him, Herc couldn't help but wish as he had countless times before, that you were more than just his best friend. ------ You managed to knock on his door, despite the fact that your arms were full with an assortment of snacks that nearly swamped you. It swung open immediately to reveal a grinning Herc. "Need a little help?" "No," you grunted. "Just hold the door for me like a good boy." "That I shall do," he said, bowing as he stood against the door to keep it from closing. You quickly made your way over to the coffee table by the couch and dumped your things, almost knocking over the two cups of tea that stood steaming on the surface. Herc clapped and you made a mock bow. "Let's see what you brought," he said, as he shut the door and walked over to you. "Oh my god. Four jars of Nutella? Even Laf couldn't eat that much," he said, referencing one of your mutual friends. The Frenchman had a secret soft spot for the chocolate spread and you had caught him more than once with a spoon in your pantry, readying himself to steal from your well-stocked stash of the stuff. "It's always good to be prepared," you said. "Now come sit down. Sorcerer's Stone starts in ten minutes." He plopped down next to you on the soft couch, grabbing a huge quilted blanket in the process. "I thought we could use this," he said, shrugging. "Oh my gosh! A blanket! I love you so much!" you cried, not even noticing him stiffen as you said the last few words. You grabbed a small pouch of Doritos and the movie began. You hummed along to the opening song, and Herc looked at you with a smile in his eyes. "Look at you hitting all the notes," he said, and you rolled your eyes at him before quoting the first five minutes of the movie verbatim. You finally stopped when he raised a pillow threateningly. ------ ​​​​​About halfway through Goblet of Fire, when the two of you had exhausted a jar and a half of Nutella, you began to feel slightly tired and rested your head on Herc's shoulder, where it fit perfectly into the crook of his neck. You tried to repress the slight blush that came over your face despite your best efforts. Herc's eyes widened and he felt his heart beat faster. He was suddenly hyperaware of everything, from the soft scent of your hair to the warmth of your cheek on his shoulder to the brush of your side on his. Was it possible to calm one's heart? he thought. Because you could definitely feel its increased speed. He tried focusing on the movie, ignoring the warmth spreading through his body that wasn't coming from the blanket. Your head stayed there for the rest of the movie. You couldn't help it—Herc was just so warm and comfortable. However, you were jerked out of your haze during Order of the Phoenix. "Oh my god!" the two of your screamed at the same time. The object of your horror was none other than Dolores Umbridge. "Jesus, that laugh," he said, as she cackled. ​​​​​​ "I literally want to burn her," you replied. "What is she even wearing? I wouldn't be caught dead making something like that." "If you did, I would never speak to you again," you deadpanned. "I'm not even kidding." "Well, good thing I won't be making fluffy pink bathrobes anytime soon," Herc said. "Don't wanna lose you." But, oh, how he wished he had you. ------ You had finally given in to your sleepiness around the end of Deathly Hallows: Part 1. Herc knew it wasn't worth it to watch the last movie alone (besides, his ugly sobbing at Fred's death would probably wake you up), so he shut off the TV and quietly placed the remote on the table. He looked down at you, your head tilted back and mouth slightly open. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His chest swelled with pride as he watched you breathe gently. How did he ever get a best friend like you?   Every time he thought of you, he couldn't help but wish that you were something more to him than just his best friend; that you felt something more than just friendship for him. However, he dismissed the thought. You were sweet and funny and talented and beautiful and just the slightest bit inflammatory, all of which combined into an intoxicating personality that he couldn't get enough of. He just saw himself as average. He loved sewing and designing clothes, but he sometimes wondered if you found that attractive or just lame. But then he would tell himself, she's your best friend. She would have let you know if she didn't support you one hundred percent. But no matter how hard he tried, you always seemed to ruffle his mentality. Because he loved you. He'd be a fool to deny that. ------ "I'm here!" you sang, as you stepped into the design shop where Herc was an apprentice. A bell on the door jangled behind you as it shut. "Hey!" His voice was muffled and came from the back of the shop. "Gimme a minute." You stood by the counter and looked around at the clothes lining the store. It was a small place and dated back to the 1970s, but it was cozy and inviting and was a popular spot in town. Herc had been working there for three years and was saving up to buy his own shop. As you smiled at the thought of him, he appeared as if by magic. A smile broke over both your faces. "Hi, Herc!" you squealed, giving him a tight hug. "Gee, (Y/N), it's only been like twenty hours," he said, hugging you back. "Well, I missed you," you told him. "Besides, I'm excited for my fitting today." "Ah, can't forget about that," he agreed, tapping a finger to his forehead. "Let's go. I was just setting up." Fittings had become a tradition about two years ago. Herc had asked you if you could be his model for a dress he was making. "For a project," he said. You agreed, of course. You watched his skillful hands as he worked, cutting and sewing and measuring. Surprisingly, you didn't feel strange at all when he measured your waist and such things. His hands were gentle and when they brushed against you, they sent a shudder racing through you that you had to work hard to suppress. You didn't notice him bite his lip and turn slightly pink whenever that happened. The two of you covered up your feelings by chatting happily about whatever came to mind. You were so excited to see the final result and weren't surprised when it fit you perfectly. What you weren't expecting was that he would let you keep the beautiful piece of clothing. "Herc, I can't do this." "Yes, you can." "You spent all this time... Don't waste it on me." "(Y/N), I would keep it if I needed to. I promise, that was a practice one. I won't need it." You narrowed your eyes. "I think you're lying." "Me? Never! (Y/N), please. Just take it." You couldn't resist his pleading eyes. "Fine," you sighed. "It's gorgeous; thank you!" And the tradition began. You always felt a bit guilty, but Herc would always insist, and you weren't about to say no to your best friend, not to mention the man you were in love with. Today, a bolt of bright blue fabric sprinkled with yellow stars was laid out. "Oh, how pretty," you said. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking," he responded. "I thought you'd look nice in it." He grabbed a length of measuring tape and stuck a few pins in the breast pocket of his button-down. "Stand up on the footstool," he said, and you got started. After about twenty minutes of chatting, the bell rang again. "I have to see who it is," Herc said. "I'll be back in a few." He laid down his tape and opened the door to the main shop. You heard familiar voices and grinned. You knew who had come—John, George, and Laf. They were three of your friends whom you had met through Herc. John Laurens was a freckled man who always wore his hair back in a tightly curled ponytail. He was full of fun and never seemed to run out of things to tease you and Herc about. George Washington was older and more serious than anyone in your friend group. He had smooth tea-colored skin and always wore a ballcap of some sort on his head. You could always count on him for advice. Lafayette was a tall, dark man with corkscrews of hair which he always had off his face in a bun. He was born in France and still retained an accent and a love of food. He was fun-loving and never failed to bring levity to any situation, especially the ones where John left you and Herc blushing and stumbling for words after a well-placed comment on your relationship. You could hear the voices getting nearer, and, soon enough, the three men popped into the fitting room. "Hey, guys!" you greeted them. "What's goin' on?" "Not much," John said. "But I see you're busy with Herc." ​​​​​​ "John," you said, already blushing. "It's just another fitting for a project of his." "Oh, sure," he told you, rolling his eyes. "Amie, it is so obvious how he feels about you," Laf said. "Guys! He'll hear!" you cried. ​​​​​​ "Actually, he's still in the shop. Good ol' clumsy Laf knocked over an entire box of ribbons, so he's sorting them again." Laf smiled. "It is true. I am not very graceful." "Why aren't you helping him? I'll do it if you won't!" you exclaimed. "He insisted multiple times that he had it under control," George spoke up. "But back to the real subject," John cut in. "(Y/N), love, why can't you see how much he cares for you?" "He—we're best friends, John. He could never feel the same about me." "But he does," said Laf. "He looks at you as if you were the monde, the world." "It's true, (Y/N)," George said. "It's obvious to all of us. He's clearly head-over-heels for you." "I—I don't know what to say," you said, as you tried to wrap your mind around what they were telling you. "How do you know this?" "Well, ever since you really started getting close, we could tell," George continued. "He started talking about you non-stop and he just seemed like he would drink in every detail of you when you were around him." "Yeah, he would literally talk for ten minutes straight about what you had done the day before with a blush on his face," John said. "He's got it real bad." As he finished those words, Herc came in. "Hey, guys! Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked, confused. "That's a great question," you responded. "Now, shoo, children," you said, making go away motions with your hands. "We have a fitting to finish." John snapped a two-finger salute. "Alrighty, then. Off we go, boys." George waved to the two of you and Laf yelled, "Bye, amis! Don't have too much fun!" The door closed shut rather vehemently and the bell rang as they left the shop. The silence was almost suffocating. "I'm sorry about them," Herc said. "They didn't—tell you anything that made you uncomfortable, did they?" he asked, concerned. "Uh—no, no," you said quickly, while pressing your hands to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. "No, we were just talking about, uh, stuff, you know? Like how the fitting was going, things like that," you said, nodding while cringing at your words. "Oh, I see," Herc said. "Well, let's get going." ​​​​​​ Throughout the whole rest of the fitting, you couldn't help but dwell on the words of your friends. Herc liking you back? Impossible! No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep the friendly banter flowing as well as it usually did. When he finished two hours later, you excused yourself rather quickly and drove home as fast as you could without being pulled over. As soon as you got home, you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling as if it would bring any clarity whatsoever to the day's events. About five minutes into your intense dissection of every word that had come out of your friends' mouths, your phone went off. You sat up wearily to see who had texted you. Message from Herc 💗 6:58 p.m. You ok?   Your heart leaped into your chest at the sight of his name. Yeah, just tired is all Message from Herc 💗 6:58 p.m. Anything I can do? You quickly typed a response. No, I'm fine, I promise. I'll probably go to bed before too long haha Message from Herc 💗 6:59 p.m. Please let me know if you need anything. Night xx Thanks, Herc. Message from Herc 💗 6:59 p.m. No problem! You shut off your phone and resumed staring at the ceiling. This was going to be a long, long, night. ------ You couldn't stay away from Herc for long, and you had Aaron Burr to thank for it. One evening, you knocked on Herc's door. "Coming," you heard, and he appeared in sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt that read "King's College." "Oh my–(Y/N), you look awful!" he cried. ​​​​​​ "I know. It's all Burr's fault. Stupid little..." you refrained yourself from cursing. "Your eye..." "I know. Hey, it's okay, I gave him a shiner too." "What happened?" "Well, I was grabbing a few things at the store and he was there again with a few choice words about you. Needless to say, I got 'im good." "Oh, (Y/N)..." "Hey, you woulda been proud of me," you grinned. "I busted his lip, gave him a black eye, and hit him in the—" Herc's eyes widened. "Oh, no. Not there." "Yep!" you said cheerily. "Right where the sun don't shine! And I didn't even get in trouble!" He seemed at a loss for words. "Uh, well, come in. I'll see if I can find something for your eye." You stepped inside, and as you waited, a wave of exhaustion swept over you. You had barely slept for a week, and it was catching up too quickly for your tastes. Herc came back with a bag of ice and helped you put it on. After some of the swelling had gone down, he led you to the couch. "Here, sit down. You need to rest," he said. "It's just a black eye!" you protested. "I don't care. I want you feeling better." With a sigh, you sat down and he followed suit. "You don't need to keep defending me, you know," he told you softly. "Burr will just keep going and going if you let him." "But you're my best friend," you murmured sleepily. "I don't want anyone saying bad things about you." Herc looked at you, tenderness in his eyes. "Aw, c'mere," he said, and drew you into his arms. He smelled like fresh laundry with a hint of cologne. His arms were warm and his muscular body was softened considerably due to his oversized sweatshirt. You had never felt so secure, and you drifted off to sleep before you knew it. You didn't hear the words, whispered under his breath only after he was positive you were asleep, whispered as if they were a deadly secret, the words that would change your life if you knew them.   "I love you." ------ "Are you sure you don't wanna tell her?" "Yes, John! I want you guys to gauge her reaction," Herc told his friend. "Please?" "All right, ami, if you're sure," Laf responded. And with that, he, John, and George entered your apartment. Herc retreated into his own, cracking the door so he could still hear. "Well, if it isn't the Terrible Trio!" (Y/N)'s voice came across the hall to him and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "You know it." John. "We've got good news," George said. "About Herc." "Oh?" (Y/N) asked, sounding wary. "He now has his own shop," Laf said, and was promptly drowned out by the sound of her squealing excitedly. "OH MY GOSH! HE FINALLY DID IT AND I KNEW HE WOULD! YESSS! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!" Herc couldn't keep a stupid grin from swallowing his face whole, even as his blood froze at her last exclamation. He could practically see her pumping her fist as she jumped up and down, her hair in a whirl. When she finally calmed down, John said something about the three of them having to go somewhere, and they made a quick exit. Herc's phone went off: a text from George.   Went super well. Obviously. You should def do something about your feelings now. He barely had time to process the message before (Y/N) burst into his apartment. "OH MY GOODNESS, HERC, YOU DID IT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" She smothered him with a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and after a while, she pulled back and tilted her head up at him, eyes shining. Now or never. ------ "(Y/N), I have something to tell you," Herc said, dropping his arms and fiddling with one of his sleeves. "You can tell me anything," you told him. "What's up?" "Well, um, there's not really another way to do this, so I'm going to say it outright." He closed his eyes briefly, as if gathering strength. "(Y/N) (L/N), I love you." He opened his eyes and looked down at you, clearly worried. "I'm sorry. I just had to tell you." You were literally frozen in shock. "I—oh my gosh. Do you really mean that?" you asked him, finally finding your voice. "Yeah," he confessed. "Ever since I met you, I've felt this way. I just didn't tell you because you were my best friend and it would have ruined everything. I'm sorry, (Y/N)." "No, Herc, I—I feel the same way." His eyes widened. "Seriously?" "Yeah. All I wanted was for you to feel the same, but since we were best friends, I didn't think you did." "Oh, (Y/N)," he said, taking you into his arms once more, "why do you think I let you keep all those clothes? Why do you think you were my cuddle buddy? I kept trying to show you in little ways, but you wouldn't see." "I do now," you answered. "I just can't believe it." "You should," he said. "In fact, just to convince you, I'm going to ask you something. Will you be mine?" Your eyes welled up. "Yes! Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" He looked down at you, that beautiful smile gracing his features. "Good," he whispered, and kissed you softly. ------ "Y'know, (Y/N), I'm thinking about the next dress I wanna make for you," Herc said a few months later as you were lying against him on the couch once more. "Really? What'll it be like?" "Well, I can't make it quite yet. Maybe in a few years," he said. "Besides, it's a secret." "Aw, I wanna know even more now," you cried, looking up at him. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "Well, all I can tell you is that it'll be white."

[ovrarches]

blessing you with lafmads and thomcules✨✨✨

[alexanderrumorsonlygrow-blog]

What if Hercules Mulligan woke up really early just so he could watch Keeping up with the Kardashians in secret.