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The halls of the firm were decked out in Halloween spirit, with cobwebs draping across the glass walls, flickering jack-o-lanterns perched at the corners, and a hint of spooky mystery in the air. But amidst the eerie decor, Harvey Specter stood in his office, slightly out of his element, as he looked down at his costume.
He adjusted the golden belt that felt a little too snug around his waist, trying to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. He could hear Donna’s laughter echoing in his mind. She had insisted on this—the firm’s Halloween party was Donna’s event to shine, and this year, her theme idea? Megara and Hercules.
“Come on, Hercules,” Donna’s voice rang from the doorway, her tone playful but laced with command. “Stop admiring yourself in the mirror and come help your damsel in distress.”
Harvey turned around, and if his breath hadn’t been taken away by the tight red tunic and the awkward leather sandals he was sporting, it certainly was by the sight of her.
Donna stood there in a flowy lilac dress that clung to her in all the right ways. It cascaded down to the floor with an elegant slit revealing just a hint of her long legs. Her red hair was pinned up in soft waves, and a golden headband completed the look. She looked like she had walked straight out of a Disney movie, but somehow—no, absolutely—better.
“You're not a damsel in distress," Harvey grinned, his eyes tracing her from head to toe. "You’re the one who could talk the gods into giving you their powers.”
Donna arched an eyebrow, the familiar glint of mischief in her eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Specter.”
Harvey walked over, his hand sliding to her waist as he pulled her closer. He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then leaned back, his lips inches from hers. “You look incredible, Donna.”
Her eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I know.” She winked, and Harvey let out a chuckle, loving every bit of her confidence. “But seriously, you’re not so bad yourself, Hercules. Very god-like.”
He grimaced playfully, glancing down at his golden belt again. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You look ridiculously good. Trust me, everyone will be talking about how Harvey Specter finally let loose. Plus, it's Halloween—live a little.” She stepped back, holding out her hand. “Ready to face the firm?”
Harvey shook his head in amusement. “I can't believe you talked me into this.”
“Admit it, you love it,” Donna teased, her hand on his arm, giving him a knowing look. “Besides, there’s a whole room of people waiting to see us walk in. We’ve got an image to maintain.”
“Oh, I know you love that part,” Harvey said, smirking. He could never resist the banter, not when she was involved.
“I’m just here to keep you humble, remember?” She brushed a nonexistent speck of dust from his shoulder and leaned in closer. “And remind you that you’re lucky to have me.”
Harvey’s voice dropped to a murmur, his lips grazing her ear. “I don’t need reminding, Donna.”
The corners of her mouth twitched up, and for a second, there was no Hercules or Meg, no office, no party—just the two of them, tangled in their own world.
She pulled back, but not before tracing her fingers lightly down his chest. “Let’s make an entrance.”
The firm’s Halloween party was in full swing. Partners and associates mingled, drinks in hand, laughter echoing as everyone admired each other’s costumes. Louis was dressed as Dracula, holding court over the dessert table, while Samantha, unsurprisingly, had chosen to embody a fierce warrior queen.
As Harvey and Donna made their way down the corridor, the murmurs started. Whispers of “Wow, look at them,” and “Only Donna could get Harvey to do that,” filled the air.
When they stepped into the main area, the room turned to watch them, eyes wide with a mix of amusement and admiration. Harvey, despite his initial hesitation, stood tall as Hercules. But it was Donna who commanded the room. She always did. Her lilac dress shimmered under the soft lights, and her smile lit up every corner she walked into.
Louis immediately rushed over, his cape fluttering behind him. “You two,” he began, eyeing them up and down, “are perfect! And you, Harvey—” Louis squinted, clearly trying to stifle a laugh—“you really committed to this.”
“Careful, Louis,” Harvey warned, but the smirk on his face betrayed his fake annoyance.
“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, Hercules. You’re pulling it off better than I thought you would,” Donna said, bumping her hip against his playfully.
Louis grinned, looking between the two of them, then wandered off, no doubt to show someone his fangs for the fifth time that evening.
The party continued, with Harvey and Donna mingling with the crowd. At one point, Harvey found himself at the bar, nursing a drink when Samantha sidled up next to him.
“You owe Donna for this one,” she said, nodding to his costume.
Harvey smiled, glancing across the room where Donna was deep in conversation with Katrina. “I owe Donna for a lot of things.”
Samantha raised an eyebrow. “You’ve gone soft.”
“I’ve always been soft for her,” he admitted, not even trying to hide the fondness in his voice.
Samantha chuckled, shaking her head. “Good answer.”
Later that evening, after countless photos and a few too many Hercules jokes, Harvey and Donna finally found a quiet corner. Harvey leaned against the wall, his arm resting over Donna’s shoulders as she settled comfortably into his side.
“You know,” he said softly, brushing a stray curl from her face, “you make one hell of a Megara.”
Donna looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “And you’re a pretty damn good Hercules.”
He smiled, his hand sliding down to hold hers. “I’ll fight any gods or titans for you.”
Donna tilted her head, her voice dropping to a whisper as she teased, “And I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, my hero”
Harvey chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
As the party hummed around them, Harvey held her close, realizing that in all the battles he had fought and won, Donna had always been his greatest victory.