Lemon Scented Hamilton Oneshots

Beautiful- Mullette (a/f)

-Laff POV-

There's a bang from the hallway, followed by Hercules busting into the room.

"Where's my sexy ass fre- oh. Oh, baby."

His tone quickly changes from excitement and praise to a sad disappointment as he looks at me, the broken mess I am because he came home early without warning me first.

Herc's sweater, the same one I've been wearing all week, the one that hangs to mid thigh with sleeves that pass over my hands has been thrown over my favorite lingerie that normally helps. My eyeliner from Monday is horrendously smudged faded from yet another day of dry crying and getting sick, my throat still burning as Herc caresses along my face.

I don't think I even have the ability to fix myself up at this point.

Even if I had known he'd be here this soon, a full twenty minutes before he's supposed to be, I hardly have the energy to move at all this point. I've hardly done anything today and was already half asleep before he came bursting in.

"What-"

"Hurts."

That alone agitates my throat further, coming out with a slightly dry rasp that further adds to my embarrassment of being caught like this. Broken and tired and disgusting.

Nothing's been able to make me feel better today, feel better all week. But normally I'm at least able to hide it from Hercules. Look at least somewhat presentable, even if I'm never as pretty as he deserves.

"No. Laffy, please. Tell me you didn't-"

I nod my head as he takes in a sharp breathe, Herc cautiously dragging me into his lap where I'm met with warm snuggles and soft kisses that I don't deserve.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I've disappointed you again, Herc."

"Laffy, baby-"

"God, I can't even look at myself."

I try to hide my face in my hands but Herc won't let me, tipping my chin up and forcing me to look at him. Ignoring my wishes to completely hide myself from view even though that's all I want to do right now.

"Hey hey hey, none of that. None of that beautiful."

I settle for hiding in him instead, pressing my face into his neck while his fingers ruffle along through my hair.

"Juice or sandwich?"

"Not hungry."

"I didn't ask if you were hungry, I asked if you wanted juice or a sandwich. Pick now or you can have both."

It takes minimal debating between the two now that I'm being forced to chose, honestly thirstier than I care to admit now that I'm thinking about it. Thinking about my sore throat and how it all hurts. How heavy the sandwich would feel in me in comparison, especially after returning myself back to nothing twice today.

"Juice."

"Good choice. Such a good choice honey. Come on, Laffy. Follow me."

I try to stand up with Hercules but end up just tipping over, him catching me reflexively as my head spins and the world sways.

"Oh my god baby. This- come. Come on Marie. Help me out here baby."

"It's hard."

"Yeah, yeah I know it is. That's why you- never mind."

He stops as I cry harder, dry sobs wracking my body, Hercules pulling me to rest against his shoulder and dragging me through our house as quickly as he can. Setting me down on the counter with my back to the wall before heading over to the fridge.