The romance with the heroine, or even the entire movie, is a fantasy fabricated by the hero. The hero makes believe that he woos the heroine, and that he wins her love and respect. In reality, the girl is a very, very unwilling participant in the romance that he is forcing upon her against her will.
Fill, Herc/Meg 1/?
anonymous
August 3 2011, 22:48:33 UTC
His name isn’t Hercules. At least, not in the strictest sense of the word. His parents certainly weren’t imaginative enough. Then again, why waste precious time naming a child you were only going to give up for adoption? So, no, his given name was something entirely different. But that didn’t change the fact that Hercules was who he was. The knowledge of this was deeper than silly things like names or titles or documents. He was Hercules, son of Zeus and Hera.
But Hercules was the son of Zeus and another woman, the product of a violent and unhappy union, a recipe for disaster.
He was born to parents who wanted nothing more than to keep him, but he was wrenched away from them by a terrible man named Hades. But that wouldn’t stop him from claiming immortality, and the love of a wonderful woman.
But Hera would have you dead sooner than she would have you in her home, and Zeus had plenty of other heroes to play daddy to. And besides, Hercules murdered one wife, and was practically murdered by the other.Herc was awkward, sure. His
( ... )
Re: Fill, Herc/Meg 1/?
anonymous
August 3 2011, 23:37:00 UTC
Love this so far! I like the blend/twisting of events in canon to shape Hercules' delusions, whilst also revealing his what his life is really like. Looking forward to more :D
Re: Fill, Herc/Meg 1/?planesandcranesAugust 4 2011, 04:28:52 UTC
cooooool. probably because hercules is my favourite movie in the universe, i was really hoping someone might fill it like this! i love the way you've written it, both the structure and the narrator's voice. it's kind of eerie! like a dark fairytale! very cool. i look forward to more!
Fill, Herc/Meg, 2/?
anonymous
August 4 2011, 05:12:25 UTC
Thanks for the kind comments! This is my first fill, so...
He finds her outside a club, struggling with a bouncer. She’s putting up an admirable fight, but the man has five inches and a good hundred pounds on her. He’s built like an ox, with coarse hair barely covering the bright tattoos on his arms. He manages to set her down on her feet, with some considerable effort, just as he reaches them.
She’s in the grasp of a terrible beast when he finds her, her willowy frame being crushed by the paws of the hideous centaur. She’s the epitome of damsel in distress, which is awfully convenient. Nothing screams hero quite like the rescue of a helpless, terribly beautiful maiden.
He doesn’t hesitate to jump into the fray. Idiots never do.
He doesn’t hesitate to jump into the fray. Heroes never do.
“I’m going to have to ask you to u-unhand her. If you don’t, I may be forced to...to get violent,” he stammers out
( ... )
Fill, Herc/Meg 3/?
anonymous
August 4 2011, 23:50:53 UTC
BTW, there will be non-con in the next chapter, so there's a heads up.
Her eyes inspect him, a shade of lavender that could only come from coloured contacts. He, of course, assumes that they are a shade sprung from unique genetics and a romantic God. He inches forward. “Are you alright, miss...uh...?” He places a tentative palm on her shoulders. “Megan,” she says, shrugging him off. “My friends call me Meg.” At this, her eyes narrow in the general vicinity of the club entrance. “At least they would, if I had any friends
( ... )
Fill, Herc/Meg, 4/?
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:33:04 UTC
He walks around in a haze after that. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, and he knows that they have to cross paths again. Of course, in actuality, she is less pure than he would prefer. She’s been used by men, hurt by them. He heart has been wounded, and she’s shut it to the prospect of love. But love is a funny thing, and real, true love can heal all wounds, as they will come to discover.
She’s pressed her face against the cool glass of the car window, watching the streetlights go by. She’s disoriented, and barely notices as he puts the car in park, and opens her door for her. He helps her out of the car, before deciding to just lift her up bridal-style. If Meg were a bit more on guard, she’d think it suspicious that this boy who weighed probably less than even she did could so easily carry her dead weight. She’d be very wary of the fact that he was carrying her into an unfamiliar house, and be hyper aware of him locking the door behind him. But here’s the big reveal: Megara isn’t the innocent victim in all this. No, Hercules
( ... )
Re: Fill, Herc/Meg, 4/?
anonymous
August 6 2011, 17:46:57 UTC
Having just rewatched the movie today, I'm finding a heightened appreciation of this fic :D It's so fucking creepy, and the contrast between the fiction and the reality is just perfect. I'm really enjoying it so far!
Fill, Herc/Meg, 6/7
anonymous
August 8 2011, 00:07:17 UTC
Ty anon!
She loves him. She loves him, she loves him, she loves him. She doesn’t want to admit it, but something like that is awfully hard to contain. The sheer gravity of it terrifies her. She knows how the scene plays out, and she wants no part in it. Meg has been through all of this before. Or, at least she thinks she has. She’s had pale imitations of love; she’s gone through the motions. But she’s never had what they have now. And she’s certainly never met someone quite like Hercules. She ends up sighing like a school girl, clutching a pure white flower to her breast. She’s hopeless. She wants him every bit as much as he wants her, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
“I don’t want this!” she screams. “I don’t want this, I don’t want this
( ... )
Fill, Herc/Meg, 7/7
anonymous
August 10 2011, 00:09:31 UTC
So, final part. Thanks for the feedback!
“Why?” she whispers as he moves off of her. He slides behind her, wrapping an arm around her shaking form.
“People always do crazy things...when they’re in love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her back. Some people would call him crazy. He faces an eternity of torment just to resuscitate a woman who deceived and betrayed him. But risking everything to rescue the love of your life? That has hero written all over it. So does foiling an evil scheme, succeeding where all the Gods on Olympus could not, and saving the world. But that one act really overshadows it. And so his story ends. He gains the immortality that he was deprived of, and it is his turn to take his place among the Gods, among the stars, among all the legends that have come before him. No one would deny him that, certainly not Meg. But his decision to throw all that away, to willingly choose a mortal life as well as a mortal death...that wasn’t the act of a hero. It was the act of a man who honestly and truly wanted nothing
( ... )
Re: Fill, Herc/Meg, 7/7planesandcranesAugust 10 2011, 03:50:02 UTC
ohhhhhhh my gods. this is just so gorgeous. it was horrifying and i loved it with all my heart. it ruined my favourite movie and it was perfect. really, really, really well done. beautiful.
Re: Fill, Herc/Meg, 7/7
anonymous
August 10 2011, 18:28:26 UTC
Thank you so much! This was my first fill, so I didn't know how it would be received. You're one of my favourite fillers, so your feedback means a lot. Writing it actually made me like Hercules more, just because in contrast, canon!Hercules is just so nice and genuine and not rape-y at all.
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His name isn’t Hercules. At least, not in the strictest sense of the word. His parents certainly weren’t imaginative enough. Then again, why waste precious time naming a child you were only going to give up for adoption? So, no, his given name was something entirely different. But that didn’t change the fact that Hercules was who he was. The knowledge of this was deeper than silly things like names or titles or documents. He was Hercules, son of Zeus and Hera.
But Hercules was the son of Zeus and another woman, the product of a violent and unhappy union, a recipe for disaster.
He was born to parents who wanted nothing more than to keep him, but he was wrenched away from them by a terrible man named Hades. But that wouldn’t stop him from claiming immortality, and the love of a wonderful woman.
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He finds her outside a club, struggling with a bouncer. She’s putting up an admirable fight, but the man has five inches and a good hundred pounds on her. He’s built like an ox, with coarse hair barely covering the bright tattoos on his arms. He manages to set her down on her feet, with some considerable effort, just as he reaches them.
She’s in the grasp of a terrible beast when he finds her, her willowy frame being crushed by the paws of the hideous centaur. She’s the epitome of damsel in distress, which is awfully convenient. Nothing screams hero quite like the rescue of a helpless, terribly beautiful maiden.
He doesn’t hesitate to jump into the fray. Idiots never do.
He doesn’t hesitate to jump into the fray. Heroes never do.
“I’m going to have to ask you to u-unhand her. If you don’t, I may be forced to...to get violent,” he stammers out ( ... )
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Her eyes inspect him, a shade of lavender that could only come from coloured contacts. He, of course, assumes that they are a shade sprung from unique genetics and a romantic God. He inches forward. “Are you alright, miss...uh...?” He places a tentative palm on her shoulders. “Megan,” she says, shrugging him off. “My friends call me Meg.” At this, her eyes narrow in the general vicinity of the club entrance. “At least they would, if I had any friends ( ... )
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She’s pressed her face against the cool glass of the car window, watching the streetlights go by. She’s disoriented, and barely notices as he puts the car in park, and opens her door for her. He helps her out of the car, before deciding to just lift her up bridal-style. If Meg were a bit more on guard, she’d think it suspicious that this boy who weighed probably less than even she did could so easily carry her dead weight. She’d be very wary of the fact that he was carrying her into an unfamiliar house, and be hyper aware of him locking the door behind him. But here’s the big reveal: Megara isn’t the innocent victim in all this. No, Hercules ( ... )
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She loves him. She loves him, she loves him, she loves him. She doesn’t want to admit it, but something like that is awfully hard to contain. The sheer gravity of it terrifies her. She knows how the scene plays out, and she wants no part in it. Meg has been through all of this before. Or, at least she thinks she has. She’s had pale imitations of love; she’s gone through the motions. But she’s never had what they have now. And she’s certainly never met someone quite like Hercules. She ends up sighing like a school girl, clutching a pure white flower to her breast. She’s hopeless. She wants him every bit as much as he wants her, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
“I don’t want this!” she screams. “I don’t want this, I don’t want this ( ... )
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“Why?” she whispers as he moves off of her. He slides behind her, wrapping an arm around her shaking form.
“People always do crazy things...when they’re in love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her back. Some people would call him crazy. He faces an eternity of torment just to resuscitate a woman who deceived and betrayed him. But risking everything to rescue the love of your life? That has hero written all over it. So does foiling an evil scheme, succeeding where all the Gods on Olympus could not, and saving the world. But that one act really overshadows it. And so his story ends. He gains the immortality that he was deprived of, and it is his turn to take his place among the Gods, among the stars, among all the legends that have come before him. No one would deny him that, certainly not Meg. But his decision to throw all that away, to willingly choose a mortal life as well as a mortal death...that wasn’t the act of a hero. It was the act of a man who honestly and truly wanted nothing ( ... )
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