If you have the time, I was craving some angst and I was wondering if I could get some headcannons or dabbles on reader finding out phillip/Hercules/john/aaron cheated on them?
Herc is amazing, but I just felt like I hadn’t written him in a while so here we go.
How could you have missed it? The signs were blatantly obvious to you now. Practically screaming like danger signs warning you of tumbling blocks, telling you to keep steady or you would fall, but you missed them. Blinded by the so called “love” you firmly believed you shared with your Hercules. So life goes, nothing is perfect.
Curled like a child trying to find solace and grounding, you laid in the middle of your once shared bed. Tears stained the comforter as you could still smell Hercules’ cologne from his side of the bed. What once comforted you, now broke you. Imagining how much she must’ve loved the strong, romanticising signature scent he carried; remembering it was you who gave him the cologne as a Valentine’s Day gift, you shuddered, gritting your teeth from the pain you felt.
Hearing the doorbell, you sat up slowly. In no rush knowing who it was. Wiping your tears in an attempt to stop them, despite knowing they’d only well up and pour out again. Opening the front door you left him to see himself in, while you walked to the kitchen table, sitting down.
“I-,” you sniffled, trying to truly pull yourself together, “I put it all in the dining room.
“Okay,” Herc nodded, “I’ll get it.”
Your response was one simple nod, before bringing your hand over your mouth as you felt the water respawn in your eyes. You hiccuped back your sounds of sadness. Watching your former lover pick up the boxes containing all his things. Not wanting it to be over, but knowing it had to be was the hardest part.
“If I could do it all again,” Herc paused setting the box on the table, “I-I would’ve treated you better.”
“You treated me fine, Herc,” you looked up through wet eyelashes, “I don’t know what I did to make you stop.”
“I’ll still love you,” Herc confessed.
That was exactly what you were going to miss. He had treated you perfectly, like a princess, until she came along. But some how you felt it was still your fault, or why would he have strayed
“I always thought it seemed…too good to be true,” you shrugged, lightly, but soon shifting your eyes in attempts to gather your strength as the tears streamed down, “and I was right.”