Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Mergirl (Jeggy)

Requested by Angelheart202

Trigger Warning: Death

Peggy knew the rules, she knew why they existed, she respected them in some aspects too. However, she had always been a bit of a rule breaker and always will be at heart. She swam to the surface to watch ships and boats coasting about on the waves, she even sometimes climbed onto open rocks to get a better view. The rules of her kingdom dictated that no mermaid or merman shall ever risk being seen by a human, expose themselves willingly to a human, and absolutely never go to the surface.

Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler constantly broke every single one of those rules. She liked the humans, especially pirates, they had such broad shoulders-not to mention their arms had so much muscle on them! She liked watching them coast about on the ships they called by female pronouns, she especially liked it when it got so hot they began shedding layers of clothing.

She's an odd one alright but today wasn't going to be like the others days she spent, watching silently from a hidden rock. No, today was much different. Peggy climbed onto her usual perch, swinging her yellow tail which had gorgeous orange undertones back and forth as she bobbed her head. Boats came and went as usual, large galleons and smaller sloops. She loved the sails a lot, the large fabric which moved the most stubborn boats always seemed a bit inspirational.

Peggy didn't hear the whispers behind her, men, in the same pirate garb she loved watching. They were searching for her, unbeknownst to Peggy she had been seen often by one specific crew and now they had come to see what prize a real-life mermaid would bring. They wanted to take her alive of course, for, a dead mermaid is easily called a hoax.

No, Peggy heard nothing. Instead, she leaned forward as a French-flagged ship left a harbor, heading to what she knew was America. She took a deep breath before moving to dive into the water again. Only, Peggy never got to dive. She got into position and took a leap but two of the men who had spotted her grabbed her tail and she screamed, falling from the momentum and hitting her head on the rock she had taken as a seat.

From there, she remembered little. Spots of her vision and men's voices, it seemed like she was underwater but the dryness of her tail fin let her know that she was not. It would begin to crack soon if she didn't get to seawater and that terrified her, was she to dry up like a raisin in the sun?

She remembered being jostled and a splinter made its way under her skin on her finger but she couldn't yelp in pain, she couldn't even move her head. Everything was happening so slow yet so fast. It made no sense.

But soon enough she awoke properly, darkness. She felt around and only then did she yelp, the splinter! Quickly she squeezed her finger until the splinter jutted out, she removed it and then pushed the top of the barrel until it popped open.

Peggy rocked until it fell over and started trying to crawl to the door but didn't make it, a man grabbed her hair and she cried out, "Where do yah thin' yur goin'?" A man asked in a thick accent that she couldn't place.

She turned to him to see he was fair skinned with fire red hair and emerald green eyes, "Please..." She whispered but he didn't listen. In one fluid motion, he had Peggy hanging over a rod like a fish he had caught.

"Less go, lads, she's awake!" He shouted and three other men emerged, following their leader. Peggy kept her eyes open, they had what looked like a family resemblance. All three of them had the same bright green eyes but these two had golden hair, one unruly and the other neatly combed. Who were they and what did they want?

They paraded her out of the room she was in before the red-haired man dropped her on the ground with a thud, the breath instantly being knocked out of her as she looked up at a man. She assumed he was the captain of this ship, curly unkempt hair which framed his tanned face, he was adorned with freckles which admittedly was something Peggy loved. She looked away, noticing her tail had begun to turn the gray it became when she was drying out. "What have you brought me?" He questioned, throwing his giant hat at some man who caught it, "A girl?"

The redhead spoke again, "No sir. This 'ere is a mermaid. Check 'er out yurself, she's a real one." The man kicked her side and Peggy cried out again, rolling over onto her stomach, flailing her tail to try and distract herself from the pain.

"Nah," The man said and bent down, looking at Peggy. She curled up as she wanted to fall into a hole and disappear under his watchful gaze, "She's also a girl. A mermaid, a girl, real men don't beat up girls." Peggy peeked out and found herself astounded when he pulled his coat off and draped it lazily over her exposed body, clothing doesn't exist in the merworld, "Name's John Laurens." He told her with a wink, a smirk playing on his lips.

"P-Peggy-" She stuttered and accepted his hand when he offered it, sitting up. She held his coat tighter and looked up at him, pushing hair from her face as the wind controlled it.

John stood up and nodded at her before looking past her at the men in front of them, "Now these assholes." He chuckled and pulled his pistol out. Peggy closed her eyes and put her fingers in her ears, she'd seen those enough to know what they did. Her veins burned and she felt three or four vibrations through the air before her body began to move and she opened her eyes again, her eyes finding the deep brown ones of the man named John Laurens. Slowly she dropped her fingers and he looked down at her, his arms around her shoulder and tail, "You don't look so good."

"I uhhhh..." Peggy looked around awkwardly and then back to John, "Probably because...I-I'm drying out.." She mumbled, flinching as her tail cracked again.

"Oh shit-" He sprinted to the railing of the ship, pulling his jacket off of her and throwing her overboard. Peggy sprung loose instantly and dived in, accepting the water happily, it stung a bit to suddenly rehydrate herself but it also felt amazing. When she felt way better she swam up to the surface and waved shyly, "You're way more beautiful down there." John told her, his elbows resting on the railing, "Less gray."

Peggy blushed and nodded, "I guess. Will I see you around?" She'd be lying if she said she felt nothing for the man on the top of the ship who's eyes bore into her soul, "I mean-well-I just mean I-I'd like to." She spluttered.

John smiled down at her, "Sure Pegs." Was that a nickname? She'd only ever been nicknamed by her sisters before, never a boy. She flushed again and he laughed, "You're yellow, orange, and red, huh?"

"Well...the red is just for you," She giggled and waved when his ship began moving away. John ran down his ship to keep waving at her until he began to disappear into the distance. Peggy smiled softly, she could faintly see his figure, undecipherable, but waving. She knew when he returned from wherever he was going, she'd swim up to meet with him.