pleasure and bliss | there will be a reckoning; a hedone/hercules mythfic

[zombres]

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another in my series of "mythfics", to borrow the term from my darling etzyofi. In order to fully appreciate these, be sure to look at the casting picspams.)

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[allthelivesofme]

With Hercules, though, she could stare for hours without finding a mistake. It wasn’t simply physical perfection, though he certainly fit that bill. He had a pure soul-that was what it came down to. Incorruptible: the spiritual equivalent of diamond. He was like one of those golden kings in fairy tales who wore a crown of oak leaves, sat on hand-carved thrones, and truly cared about the people they ruled. He was kind, and not just on occasional days or when he was in a good mood. She suspected he had been a boy who caught flies and spiders in jars, to release them safely into gardens. Hercules was not the swatting type.

And he cared. About everyone he met, from the bus driver in town to the busboy at the restaurant. He tipped generously, and talked to people with slumped shoulders, and smiled at those who frowned. He listened, and he responded, and while he would never be a philosopher with doctrines passed down through generations he still knew just what to say and when to say it. People skills didn’t even begin to cover it; Hercules could make a jumper rethink suicide or turn a bully into a humanitarian.

This is just such a fantastic character description.

It was taking some time and effort, but she was finding it in her to be romantic again. She had half-wondered if Pan hadn’t smothered that out of her. But it was becoming easier to accept the flowers he gave her, and to flirt and hold hands in public, and to see a date as something to look forward to rather than analyze and dread. She was learning how to trust herself again, and that sometimes being softer wasn’t always a weakness.

Ohhhhh, Hedone. ****hug****

All that power in a man who cried during The Lord of the Rings and volunteered at animal shelters-a man who could be king by force but would rather be just her boyfriend.

Just her man. Hers alone. Faithful to the last breath, committed by every ounce. Hers.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH.

She felt everything; and nothing as well. In that second she was thrown back into the past, back to Olympus’ glowing halls, when she had stood apart from all things that could age or die. In her heart and mind, Hedone was once again aware of the universe in all of its infinite and overwhelming detail.

And then her body remembered the fear of pain and the taste of death, as the pleasure became so sharp it nearly hurt, and she was back in a small apartment and a frailer frame that could never withstand the full power of the cosmos again. She could breathe again, though she felt blind and dumb from sensation.

THIS IS JUST SO FANTASTIC AND AWESOME AND HOT.

“Uh…” he had said slowly, looking around rather sheepishly. “…I’ll pay for the repairs.”

She wondered if Hephaestus would be able to make an unbreakable bed.

I'm just picturing the look on Hephaestus's face at that particular request and giggling like crazy.