Hamilton x Male Reader - One Shots

Modern Day - Hamilsquad part 1

Yo dudes it's me, I'm bored, so there will be more parts!

^Lets start^

丿Narrators Pov丿

     The sudden slamming and crashing heard from the bottom floor awoke the sleeping male. He shot up in bed, disturbing the growling and equally as spooked dog, soon yells were heard,  and he was ready to call the police, but going to grab his phone he saw that it was dead, again. The dog, a slightly aggressive mix breed from a shelter nearby, Fox, named such because of his fox-like appearance and nature, started to stalk off the bed. The ginger-brown mutt, that looked somewhat like a Shiba-inu, continuing to growl walked towards the door and got ready to run downstairs. M/n, the startled male, leapt up to grab Fox, not wanting him to attack anyone just yet, he held tight onto the dogs collar, which was a thin piece of rope that hung loosely and was tied together at the bottom, it was what he wore in the house since he hated collars. The dog bared his teeth viciously, and went to run downstairs,  but was still held back. The shouting was still heard, but it was now only two prominent voices with the exception of one telling them to shut up, so like anyone would do, m/n crept down the stairs, hold his dogs collar close, and stalked towards the lounge, watching out with a concerningly fast heartbeat. Fox started barking when he saw the intruders, and was quick to pull himself backwards, and slip out the makeshift collar before charging at the tall, curly haired one who was shouting just seconds before. M/n almost shouted for the dog to stop running but it was too late, and a very manly scream ripped through the air, as Fox ran up and bit the man where the sun don't shine.  There was a shocked silence after the man's screaming, as everyone in the room was trying to take in why an odd looking dog just bit Jefferson in the balls, why there were nine old looking people standing in the lounge, and where they even came from was another mystery in itself.

"Who the fuck are you and why're you in my house?"
"Get your fucking mutt off of me!!"
"We don't know anything, it's all Jefferson's fault!"

     M/n's face was deadpan, he called Fox away from the tall man who was getting calmed down by another male, and the dog continued to growl and try to go for the others in the room. They had reverted back to shouting and yelling at each other, and that didn't help anyone, so not being able to deal with it anymore, m/n unlocked the front door and walked back upstairs to his bedroom, it was three in the morning, no time for this at three in the morning. He genuinely hoped that it was all a bad dream.

      Yet again, awoken by yelling and a dog barking. Fox was standing up on the bed, his hackles up, teeth bared, and ready to attack anyone who set foot in the room. Yet again, m/n shot up in bed and grabbed his dog away from the men at the door, who seemed to be trying to save themselves from the dog by hiding behind the dude who got bit the night before.

"What the fuck it's six in the morning why aren't you gone? I left the door open for you to leave,"

"Oh, he-hey, we got off on the wrong start, what year is it and where are we?"

"It's 2018, we're in Canada, and you should all be gone before I call the police."

     They all seemed confused at this, turning to each other, the main topic of two of them being the fact that they were in Canada, and the other being that it was 2018.

"What did you guys do, have some huge ass memory loss after a party, do you need me to call you an ambulance or your family or, something?"

"Do you know who we are? I am Thomas Jefferson, and we all want to know how we got here, in 2018, care to explain, sir?"

"Oh, you're that founding father guy, right, well I don't know how you got here, but I'll phone an ambulance for you, you'll probably need one after what happened yesterday, err this morning."

     Fox kept on growling, as m/n got up he was still cautiously moving around the unfamiliar men standing in his hallway, the dog following close behind. The men also just as cautiously followed m/n downstairs, being wary of the dog that had attacked one of the founding fathers just hours before.

"What's 'calling an ambulance'?"
"What the fuck, you really must've been doing something bad last night if you can't remember stuff like this, look don't worry about it, the paramedics or nurses or whatever will come help you and explain this to ya',"
"So the nurses are going to come here to explain to us what an ambulance is?"
"Yeah then they'll help you get better,"
"Get better? I'm totally fine."

"Yeah you are, but he's not,"

     M/n said pointing to Jefferson, holding the accusing finger towards him, before turning to the short haired male that was sitting on the sofa, being one out of four that was still awake. The man sitting on the sofa turned towards the men coming down the stairs, looking even more confused than the others.

"Excuse me, but is it not 1801?"
"Um, no, it's 2018, why'dya think it was 1801?"
"We were in 1801 just yesterday,"

     M/n sent a confused glance towards the male, almost a glare but not quite. Questioning what ever they meant by it being 1801 just yesterday, m/n couldn't help but think for a minute that maybe they had been on drugs and didn't know where they were or what year it was, all the more reason to call an ambulance. The other tall curly haired man in the room caught on to the confused glance of the h/c haired male, quickly to respond to it.

"No, no sir, we need your help, we don't know why we're here or how we got here, I think it might've been a sort of time travel or demonic summoning,"
"Okay, okay so if I choose to believe that you guys just randomly time traveled into my time, and you're all actually here and not me just hallucinating this, do you want to stay with me?"

     The men seemed to be caught in silence, until the rather fancy dressed male in the room spoke up. He dressed and looked like royalty, although the older man next to him looked like he was done with everything.

"Oh, of course dear, why wouldn't we!"

"Shut up George," The male next to him grumbled, seemingly tired.

"Okay, you guys can stay, just until I find a way to "send you back" to your time, or until this memory loss thing wears off, whichever it is, but first of all, I need all of your names."

"Well, I am-" "Alexander Hamilton!"
"Marquis de Lafayette." "John Laurens!" "Aaron Burr," "Hercules Mulligan." "King George, dea-" "James Madison," "George Washington."

... To be continued ...

Lol, idk what happened.