Non-Negotiable, Hercules Mulligan x Reader
Prompt: Accidental waving + Hercules Mulligan
Author’s Note: Hercules. My love. I’ve written three fics in the span of an hour. Yikes.
Warnings: Second hand embarrassment? Barely.
New city, new beginning. A fresh start with everything dark behind you and a path of brightness ahead.
New York City was a place to make a name for yourself, not that that was what your goal was. It was a rather nice shift from your parent’s insistence to settle down.
From this distance, all they could do was send pestering letters, which you would often scan over and toss to the side. You knew they wanted the best for you, unfortunately your definition of ‘best’ and their’s didn’t quite match up.
You made a few friends at local shops you decided to frequent. The baker’s daughter was quite lovely and sometimes would give you loaves half off if you mentioned you would be giving them to the children who ran around with a permanent layer of dirt on their clothes.
The bookkeeper would allow you two more than the usual. He would often pull them from the highest shelves, knowing you would appreciate them for their context and not the coat of dust it had accumulated over the years.
Then there was the tailor’s apprentice.
He was the farthest thing you would imagine a tailor’s apprentice to be. Tall, burly, with large hands and a soft voice. Sometimes you would hear him hum a tune of revolution as he charged you a fee you knew was less than the accepted price.
Sometimes you would see him mingling in the town square. He seemed well-respected, even soldiers would stop the shake his hand. There were a few that seemed to seek out his company more than others - a group of rowdy men with nothing more than the country’s freedom on their mind.
One day, after a quick trip to check in with the baker’s daughter, you strolled past his shop and sadly realized he wasn’t in. You continued your walk before noticing him across the courtyard.
His eyes met yours and he grinned, lifting his hand up in a greeting. You didn’t realize you were close enough to warrant a wave outside his store. You immediately returned the greeting before you felt a figure brushing past you.
Alexander Hamilton, who has made quite a name for himself, was rushing to his friend, ignoring the truly embarrassing display you had just put on. Of course he wasn’t waving at you.
You blushed furiously when the friends who were already surrounding him began cooing taunts at him, that he was able to get girl’s attention on accident.
Fantastic. You would have to find a new tailor, just to save yourself from the embarrassment of his gaze again. You quickly made your retreat, before you heard someone calling you.
You stopped, turning to find the tailor’s apprentice grinning sheepishly down at you. He completely towered over you, yet he wasn’t intimidating.
“I’m sorry for the confusion. Although, may I say, I am quite honored to have caught your attention at all.” He offered his arm, and began escorting you away from his cheering friends.
“It’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe I did that.” You murmured, finding the stone path you were on quite interesting.
“No need to be embarrassed. Believe me, I’ve done much worse things in my time. My friends back there would love to tell you of the Wedding Incident.” He whispered ominously, shuddering at the memory, “I could tell you about it? Over dinner, perhaps?”
The chants of “Smooooooth!” and “Damn Hercules!” Were heard even from your distance from them.
“Unfortunately, my friends are non-negotiable.” He commented, looking proudly at his posse, who gave gestures of support.
“I think I can manage.”