Hamilton Oneshots

Poly!Hamilsquad ft. Burr. Pt. 1

Warning: Use of alcohol, good old bit of puke. Death. It gets dark rlly quick...

Two or more parts bc it's too long. Fuck the schedule.

Burr's POV

I sat on the sofa. Finally some peace in this madhouse. I put America's Got Talent on and watch this nine year old belt out the lyrics to Girl on Fire. I heard a creak coming from the next room. The front door opened and Alexander stepped into the house.

"Hey, Hammy." I called out

"Hi, Aaron..." He yawned. He lay down on my lap and stuffed his face into my chest. Another door opened. This time, it was the bedroom. 

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Lafayette, Herc and John walked out. Though, John wasn't actually walking, he was slung over Lafayette's shoulder. Herc picked up Alex and we all squeezed onto the sofa. I liked it when we did stuff like this. All cuddling on the sofa. Herc got up to get something. He walked back in with a can of beer for each of us. This'll be fun. When Herc started playing his games, my mind always goes to: Fuck it, you won't win...

Time skip brought to you by a Sam Adams TV advertisement

"Then Eliza said, 'I hope that you fucking burn!' Then I s-s-said, 'Ooh, keep your hair on hoe!'" We all burst out laughing at a story Alexander told us about when he cheated on Eliza in High School.

"You got any funny stories, Ronnie?" John slurred.

"Yeah, mon amour, do you?" Laf asked.

"Fuck yeah I have!" I told them the story of when I bitch-slapped Sam Seabury so hard he cried. He threw a tantrum like a three-year-old and shouted 'I'm telling!' The rest of the night was full of slurs and laughs.

Time skip brought to you by the asshole who taxes the a-a-alcohol 

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty..." I was woken up to a light shake on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Herc sat on our bed. I then rolled to look at the clock. 14:38. He handed me some painkillers and a bottle of water. "You'll be needing these." He said quietly and kissed my forehead. He walked towards the door when I felt something rising up my throat.

"H-Herc?"

Hercules' POV

"H-Herc?" I turned around to see Aaron looking paler than usual.

"You alright hun? You don't look so good..." I asked. I went back to him with worried eyes.

"I-I think I'm g-gonna be s-sick..." He blurted out. I led him to the bathroom slowly. Poor thing...Aaron's never handled alcohol too well...I helped him down to his knees and rubbed circles on his back. Eventually, he vomited into the toilet. I got him some toilet tissue and wiped his mouth. "Where's Lexi, Johnny a-and Laf?" he asked.

"They've gone to the shop." I replied.

"O-" He was cut off by more vomiting. I felt tears prick at my eyes. I hated seeing my boys like this. And when it came to Aaron, it was worse. When he's sick, he needs constant attention. Though, he isn't sick much...I felt something run down my face. A tear, another tear, another, another, another, another. [I can only imagine DJ Khaled screaming that ¬_¬] Eventually, I had started crying.

"Herc, a-are you ok?" Ronnie asked me.

"I-I-I don't-t-t l-l-l-like seein' y-you and th-the others s-sick..!" [Stutter and a half -o-] I stuttered out. I put my head in my hands and started sobbing loudly. When people meet me, they expect a tall-ass tough man at all times and is always like 'Crying is for the the weak.' etc but...