#turn hercules mulligan
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TURN!Hercules Mulligan x reader
It could be a tad self-centered of you, for wishing that genuine smile of his to be for you alone. It swipes across his lips with a simple breath of air, and you can’t help the happy warmth that blossoms in your stomach.
His hands are a bit different than what you’d initially expected, after he’s long told you what his passions are and how he has to have deft hands to be able to do what he does.
You give a start, a bit surprised when he suddenly jerks your clasped hands higher, level with his lips as he places a kiss upon the back of your hand.
He seems to have done so without having much intention behind it, because he sets your locked hands back on the couch in-between the two of you.
Here, your attention diverges to his hand, and you watch with a soft expression how his thumb runs along the back of your hand.
Per a grumble from Hercules, you pry your hand from his, tapping his palm to try and wrangle your hand free.
“What did I do?”
He’s asking, because your abrupt movement was…well, abrupt.
“Nothing, nothing!”
You laugh, finally shaking your hand free. But just as Hercules goes to pull his hand back, you grab it once more, splaying his large hand out over your own.
“y/n,what are you doing?”
It’s playful, daring you to move his hand now closer to your face.
Hercules hands were well kept, but nothing he ever did rid him of the many callouses that littered his skin. Having an occupation that was so demanding of the hands, he often resented them, but you could never in a million years feel the same. His hands were his, so distinctly his, that if they ever changed drastically, you would be unfamiliar in their touch.
“Admiring your hands,”
You insist, laughing breathlessly as he attempts to retrieve his hand back from yours.
“No, stop-don’t look at them-!”
You know his protests are half-hearted, because you’ve admired his hands many times before this. His auburn hair bouncing slightly as he relents, but faltering only slightly as he then takes your hand, tugging it closer to in turn, stare down your hands.
Hands that stretch far over the line of perfection to Hercules, hands that he loves to hold, and hands that he looks forward to getting to touch every day when you both arrive home at the end of the day.
Small in comparison, but maybe a bit softer than his own, he enjoys your touch immensely. He likes it when you use that favorite lotion of yours, and loves it when you freshly put it on and clasps your hands together in his.
Your giggles of protest tug him free of his thoughts, and he laughs breathlessly at the sight.
“Hmm. Don’t ever change. I love you.”
Hercules has poised himself as he leans forward, humming a tune as he kisses your lips gently.
“You either. Love you more.”
[a/n: I love trying to analyze characters. You can tell a lot about a person by their hands :)]
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