im in love with hercules

based off of this vine

10

these r bad, but there u go 👌

anonymous asked:

Lol now I'm imagining the trio + Sombra as the muses and Hanzo as Megara singing "I Won't Say I'm In Love" from the Hercules movie. With McCree as the subject

Anon ive been absolutely dying to draw this ever since you sent it and now heRE IT IS

Disney Heroine Medley
Susan Egan
Disney Heroine Medley

This is something all Disney fans should listen to.

Disney Heroine Medley by Susan Egan (Voice of Megara)

God Help the Outcasts from The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid

A Whole New World from Aladdin

Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) from Hercules

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 9 Final

Words: 1500+

Warnings: None dudes

A/N: hi you guys! thank you for this whirlwind of a rollercoaster series and i hope you like this last part! ahhh!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8


You blinked, appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows, burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.

Was that all a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in love with you?

Before even walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately, your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin, face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next to your ear.

“Erin, why are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.

“Did you forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.

“Are you excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the microphone.

“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour, don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you, leaving you staring at the phone.

Was it all a dream?


You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.

“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”

“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about it!”

“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again, and she began talking.

“So, there was this theory going around. After he was shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about it-”

You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s going on? Did something change your mind?”

“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.


You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man introduced the actors and their characters’ names.

“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/ James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as Alexander Hamilton….”

You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving the stage.

As they began singing, you immediately recognized your friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down, his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure, not until the lights appeared on him.

Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his lips.

“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.

The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage, and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to miss one moment that they were on stage.

You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last songs. Those few words stuck with you.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through you, making you touch your chest in shock.

He said the same words that you told him. When you were shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.

Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if they remembered like you did.

To see if Alexander still loved you.

There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.

“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.

You needed to know.

You had to know.

“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd, leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never being able to actually see the boys.

You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a walk around the city.

It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.

Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.

You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk. “Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”

“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a dream.

“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to the side. She laughed.

“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice cream wait for you.”

“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked, hopeful.

“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.

Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence, staring at each other.

“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your heart thumped.

“Alexander?” You gasped.

He remembered you, he knew who you were.


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I won’t say I’m in love (analogic)

Authors note: I changed some of Megs lyrics to hopefully better fit Logan. I actually had a lot of fun writing it and I’m really proud. Tags: @evanisonfire @leesacrakon @xxxamerican-psychoxxx @gracefullyinsanedancingunicorn (sorry I didn’t see you asked until after I posted)

Work:

“If there is a prize for unwise judgement I think I just won that,” Logan said throwing himself down on the couch.

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Patton said cheerfully.

“No man is worth this aggrivation,” Logan said.

Both Patton and Roman locked eyes and smirked before Roman clicked his fingers and they were both in muse robes and when Logan looked down he groaned realizing that he was in Megs dress from Hercules.

“Who do you think you’re kidding he’s the earth and heaven to you,” Patton began

“Try to keep it hidden honey we can see right through it” Roman took oveebegan to sing.

“Oh no,” Logan said.

“You can try to conceal it we see how you’re feeling,” they continued together.

“No chance no way I won’t say it no,” and from a look from Patton, “no!”

“You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh oh.”

“It is far too clique, I will not say I’m in love,” Logan said, “My head is screaming get logical boy unless you want to feel the illogical emotion of heart break.”

“You keep on denying,” Roman sings

“Who you are and how you’re feeling” Patton continues.

“Baby, we’re not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up. When ya gonna own up. That ya got, got, got it bad,” they continue on together.

“No chance no way. I will not say I’m in love,” Logan said.

“Give up give in” Patton sang.

“Honey check you’re grin you’re in love,” Roman added.

“No, this song will not play. I will not say I am in love,” Logan said.

“You’re doing flips” Roman sang.

“Read our lips” Patton added.

“You’re in love,” they chorused together.

“You are incredibly wrong. I will not say it. Stop this nonsense. I will not say it,” Logan said.

“Boy don’t be proud,” Patton said.

“Its okay,” Roman said.

“You’re in love” they chorused again doing an insane run that Logan was certain did not go there.

“Fine at least out loud I will not say I am in love,” Logan said smiling and blushing. Both Roman and Patton sighed.

That was the moment Virgil chose to walk in, “What the fuck?” He said, “you know what I don’t want to know,” he said turning to leave before turning back and saying, “the dress suits you Logan,” and left leaving Logan a sputtering illogical mess.