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The Hamilsquad and spiders

Alex: can’t even be bothered. doesn’t mind killing them if asked to though

Laf: does not approve of them in his flat at all & once found one in his hair. 0/10, wouldn’t recommend to a friend

Herc: scared of spiders yet respects their existence bc he loves and protects all animals. leaves the room when encountering one though.

John: country boy, not afraid of the spids. takes them out so alex doesn’t kill them. agreed to watch a friend’s pet tarantula only to freak herc out

When Are You Going To Realize That I Don’t Care? (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

This was an absolutely adorable request, and I had a lot of fun with the angst. Please enjoy (and prepare for some fluff)

“And what’s a fine lady like yourself doing around these parts?”

You blushed.

“I’m here with my boyfriend, we’re visiting before the revolution begins and he has to go to war.”

“HAH! Like the revolution is anything more than a bunch of assholes complaining about nonsense.” the man laughed.

You sighed and looked at Hercules, standing to your right. He was silent, and looking straight ahead, refusing to make eye-contact with either you or the annoying man flirting with you. This was unusual. Mainly because there were two things Hercules always verbally fought against:

a) People who didn’t believe in the need for a revolution, and

b) Men hitting on you

You and Hercules had decided to visit the city one last time, before he may be sent off to fight in the revolutionary war that was about to break out. Of course, you had been stopped by this man, who obviously, judging by his clothes and demeanor, was a very wealthy man. 

“Come on, young lady, how about you get with a man who’s going to be able to take care of you, instead of some idiot revolutionary.” the man mocked.

You looked at Hercules, who still was oddly silent, staring at the ground.

(Why is he acting like this?)

“No, please leave me alone.”

“Come on, darling, give me a chance.”

“No! Please leave me alone!” you responded, a bit more dignified and louder than your previous answer.

The man shrugged, and began to turn away.

“That’s a mistake, darling.” he reached into his pocket, removed a paper card, and pressed it into your hands.

“Just incase you come to your senses.” he stated before he sauntered off.

You glared at him until he was gone, then glanced at the card:

Phillip Newman

Tax Collector

1423 Way Street

You were disgusted. As you always were with rich, ignorant, entitled folk. You glanced at Hercules, waiting for some sort of reaction.

“I hear there’s a great bar about fifteen minutes from here.” he suggested.

You said nothing before curiosity got the best of you.

“Did that actually just happen?”


“The man who walked up to me, hit on me, spat on you, then gave me a business card. Did that just happen or am I absolutely insane?” you inquired.

“Yeah, it happened.” he responded, still looking at the floor.

“And you weren’t going to say anything? That’s incredibly out of character for you.”

“Well….” he started, then stopped.

“Hercules… is something wrong?”

He took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. He was beginning to worry you.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s…not like he’s wrong…” he finally said.


“Nothing, let’s keep moving.” he said, grabbing your hand and beginning to walk again.

“No, what do you mean?” you asked, trying to yank your hand out of his. You needed to know what he had meant.

“Please,” he said, stopping, and looking at you with large, desperate, hurt eyes. “Please just drop it.”

His sudden upset look threw you off. You had never seen him like this before. Hercules was a loud, brash, funny guy who you wouldn’t trade anything for. You didn’t want to hurt him.

Silently, you took his hand again and you began walking. Hercules was quieter than usual, but you still managed to have a good time. But the thought of what the man had said that had taken such a toll on Herc still ate at you.


“Hercules, come back to bed…” you whimpered.

After the day at the city, you and Hercules had returned to your home. He had been acting extremely distant. You had finally gone to bed, with an extremely tense and awkward atmosphere in the house. Not five minutes later, Hercules had sprung up from the bed, and was now facing the window, looking out at the night. 

“I don’t deserve you.” he blatantly stated.


“I don’t….I really don’t….” he said, still facing the window.

“Hercules, come here. Let’s talk about this…”

He remained silent, still looking out at the night. 

You got out of bed, and slowly walked up to him. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Hercules, please explain what’s going on?” you somewhat desperately asked.

Hercules spun around, flinging your hand off of him.

“NO! There is nothing to explain!” he yelled, frightening you and making you step back a few steps. 

Realizing his outburst, a sorry expression fell on his face, then he turned around to face the window again.


“He’s right.”

You slowly stepped forward again, a bit more cautious this time.

“Who? Who’s right?”

He was silent.

“That idiot we met in the city, is that the man you’re talking about?”

You heard him take a deep breath.

“(Y/N)…. I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t take care of you. I’m a tailor’s apprentice. I’m going to be in the war soon. When I leave, I want you to find a new man to take care of you.” he confessed.


“Find a new man. Go and marry that man from the city. I cannot and will not return to you after I leave.”

You were lost for words.

“Please… just forget about me. I’m not worth your time.”


“I’m never going to be the man you deserve.”

He finally spun around, and pushed past you. He quietly sat on the bed, and buried his head in his hands.

“Hercules, I love you.”

He did not respond. You sat down on the bed next to him.

“I love you if you’re a tailor’s apprentice. I love you if you’re a revolutionary. I love you if we don’t make tons of money. I love you if you have to go away to fight for some time. And I’m going to be here for you. No matter what. No jerk with an ego problem and business cards can make me second guess my decision to love you.”

“But I’m a tailor’s apprentice. I don’t make enough money. When I go to fight in the war I’ll be making close to nothing. That’s not enough money to-”

“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?!” you shouted.

He lifted his head out of his hands and looked at you.

“This can work. We can make it work! Hercules no sum of money or lack thereof can change my feelings for you. I don’t need money. I need you.” you explained. 

He looked at you blankly. 

You placed your hand on his back and leaned into him.



“What if I get shot out there? What if I die?” 

You were quiet for a moment.

“I’m not going to tell you that you won’t die, Hercules. This is a very dangerous war you’re about to go into and you will be risking your life. But on the off chance that you do die, I’ll write you letters, and poetry, and music, and I’ll carve your name into every tree I pass by. I’ll write you into history books and sing your song to anyone with ears. You will live on in people’s minds and hearts as a man who died for our new country, and you won’t be forgotten. No man can ever fill the space you carved in my heart. I will visit your grave everyday and buy the space next to it.”

You leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, then pressed a kiss onto your lips.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry. I’m nervous. I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

“You are about to do something very scary, and I’m proud of you.” 

“But you know, they will only bury us together if we are married.” he sighed.

You were quiet for awhile.

Then you mustered up the courage.

“Marry me, then.”

War of Love (Lafayette x Reader) Part 6

Words: 3087

Warnings: Cringeworthy French (I’m sorry French speakers)

Tags: @pearltheartist @fandomsinabookshelf @unprofessional-inhumanbeing

A/N: Extra long chapter to celebrate Lin’s birthday! 

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Laurens laughed awkwardly, shaking his head. “No way, are you playing a trick on us? I mean, I walked around naked plenty of times. You…” His eyes widened, then he stared at you. “You saw me naked…you saw me naked!” He panicked, his face turning red as he moved away from you. Mulligan rubbed his head, cursing at himself.

“No wonder you never wanted to talk about women. Even when we walked by brothels, you didn’t even glance. And… the waterhole…” he put his face in his hands. “I made so many bad jokes…”

Hamilton nodded slowly. “This makes complete sense. The necklace, the laugh, the face…” He looked at you. “I can’t believe I didn’t guess it before! I knew you acted just like a woman!”

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After Party Incidents (Hamilsquad x reader)

Tw: Attempted rape, language, alcohol, violence, blood(?) really holy fuck there’s a lot of triggers.

Word Count:2,208

A/N: Its been a while since i’ve written anything for a fandom but the Hamilton fandom got me in love again so. Yall this is triggery and really tell me if i forgot to tag something. Also I do request so hmu please!!!

- “Well shit,” you said from your place on the well-polished wooden floor. A group of people you didn’t know stepped around you and smirked. You groaned as one kicked your ribs and the laughter became louder. They moved on and you berated yourself for tonight’s string of bad and growing slowly more terrible decisions. You knew better after the third or fourth shot of… whatever the hell Angelica had handed you, but you drank it anyways. You suspected it was vodka, because any and all of your good sense had vacated your intoxicated mind. She and the girls had left after Maria vomited off of the third story balcony, a sight that had you in tears despite your sympathy. She was going to have a rough morning tomorrow, dealing with the headache and general after party hangover bullshit. At least none of you had classes the next day, a rare break at King’s College. But they left you in a hard position to get home. Maybe the boys, Alex, Herc, Lafayette, and John could get you. You were rooming with them after all. But it was something they’d tease you over forever and never let it go. You contemplated driving yourself, even if it was exceptionally stupid. You quickly shrugged off the idea. You’d figure something out, even if you were all alone. Suddenly you found yourself being jostled around, but, disoriented, you could only bat at the disruption. You heard a soft laugh, but shrugged it off. You knew most everyone at this party. Well, everyone except for one group of guys milling around the room, the same group that had laughed and kicked you earlier. They all gave you the creeps, major style. You expected Thomas or James or even one of the boys had moved you though and so you settled into to your new place on the cushy soft black leather couch. Monticello truly was a huge and wildly extravagant estate, and the mansion was usually immaculate, perfectly designed gold accented decor all in place. Today, though, it had been torn through by a tornado of drunk partying college kids. Usually even post party the place wasn’t this bad, but you attributed it to the group of new boys. You recognized one from Thomas’ debate group and assumed he and the rest were from one of Thomas’ other extracurricular activities. He was a beautiful social butterfly. But you couldn’t stay here for the rest of the night and you didn’t want to remain in the wrecked room with those creeps. “Okay,” you said to yourself, devising a game plan. Step one: get up. “One, two, three,” you counted, and hauled yourself up, car keys in hand. You struggled and swayed on your towering heels but you managed to stand well after a while. Of course as soon as you had accomplished that you felt yourself being shoved down on the couch. You assumed it was Thomas or your boys or even more likely James here to chew you out for even thinking about driving yourself home in your current state, but you panicked when a heavy body pinned your much smaller frame on the couch. “Hi there pretty girl, where were you goin’?” A grating male voice asked and you felt your already short dress hike up you thighs as you struggled against your captor. You gasped and tried to scream when a large dirty hand fell over your mouth and you couldn’t breathe. Finally you found some leverage and brought your knee up hard. The man above you groaned and instinctively went to protect his softer parts. You struggled to get up and dash across the room to the doorway. Before you made it down the hall, the other two boys in the creep’s group saw you. You poured all your energy into sprinting away to where there were at least more people, but before you made it to the room you tripped over an expensive woven carpet and went flying. You felt your head hit the creme colored wall hard and groaned as sweat and tears fell down your face. You leaned against the wall and curled your body into itself as the two men, plus the original attacker zeroed in on you and your vulnerability. “You bitch,” he hissed as he yanked you up and you cried out as he pulled your arm so hard you felt something pop out of place. The blow across the face caught you surprised and made your head even more fuzzy. Your entire environment was now in a dreamlike haze, the beautiful room blurring around you. As two of the men dragged you back to the couch you screamed and kicked so hard that your feet left the ground but they were three and you were one. A sudden cold hit you and you realized that your dress had been yanked at by the men until it bared your top and bottom. It bunched around your stomach painfully and you were slowly loosing the ability to kick, or think. As you felt the men’s hands move around your body you felt like you were being burned at the stake. Vaguely, you wondered what you would do after? You had no birth control, didn’t think creeps were big on condoms. Soon they must’ve gotten tired of the rest of your body because a hand touched the band of your underwear and you shrieked the loudest you’d been all night. Even over the loud party someone had to hear that. Either way it once again distracted the men as they focused on shutting you up. You cried silently and assumed that was the end, when the door they had locked was jiggled. “Hello?” A voice called from the other end. Your muffled screams were quiet though, and one of the men responded to the unknown questioner. Watching your attackers fearfully, you worked the gag out of your mouth and screamed. It hurt your throat and you taste blood so it had to be loud enough. Truly, more voices were at the door now and they were banging on it hard. The men smirked at each other. They had locked it a while ago. You screamed again, heard someone yell “Sorry Thomas!” and kick the door in. Herc and Lafayette stood in the wake of the splintering door. They ran to your side, John and Alex not far behind. They yanked the men off of you and Herc and John fell in on them, beating them relentlessly. After checking that you were alive and kicking, Alexander jumped into the fray too. Lafayette and James stayed at your side as the boys dragged the scummy poor excuse of a human mess out of the room. Vaguely, you wondered what the hell they were doing until Lafayette whispered your name and ran a gentle hand down your temple. "Wha-?” you slurred and looked at him confused, His soft fingertips had come away from your head coated in blood. Huh. You knew why everything was so blurry now. You must’ve hit your head harder than you thought. “Laf, I don’t-” you started but he quietly shushed you. “It will be okay. Here, James has returned,” his soft voice relaxed you slightly and you looked up in question. You hadn’t even noticed James had left, but here he was with a glass of water and a blanket that he wrapped around you carefully. You blinked, realizing you had still been very exposed. You looked up and thanked him for the blanket as he passed you the cool glass of water. “Never a problem, Y/N,” he smiled at you before he turned around and Thomas appeared. “I’m sorry, I know that I messed up and-” you cut off his panicked babbling quickly. “This isn’t your fault Thomas. You had no way of knowing,” you said softly. His stricken face softened and he sighed. “I’ve called the police. They’ll be here soon. Don’t worry,” he said but you lost the rest of his of his sentence as your breath quickened. You knew how this story went. The police weren’t known for being forgiving towards rape cases. Already you could hear the questions swimming in your ears, well what were you wearing and why were you drunk and why didn’t you scream louder at first. “Nononono,” you said freaking the fuck out. “Y/N, hun, calm down please. We’ll be here with you,” James said and Laf nodded. You were still terrified, but the idea of having back up here to help you gave you strength. “Okay,” you nodded and grasp at Lafayette’s hand. The next few hours passed in a blur. You remembered a female officer, thank god, coming and questioning you. She was exceptionally kind and you cried the entire questioning. She looked you in the eyes before she left. “You, are a damn brave woman. These bastards ’ll get what’s comin’ to them. There’s enough evidence here to put ‘em away for a long time,” she said before she went to give your story to the other police there. You were still in a haze as James cleaned up your sluggishly head wound and gave your boys very strict instructions not to let you sleep for few more hours. He laughed softly at your complaints and gave you a set of clean gray sweatpants to put on until you got home. When the boys came to take you home they took one look at your heels from hell and gently pulled them from your feet. Thomas supplied a pair of slippers and you leaned on Herc as you shuffled to his black two-door sportscar. John climbed into the back seat first and he and Laf helped you into the slide in after him. John was on your left, Alex to your right and you sighed and you got more and more drowsy. Laf looked back at you from the front seat and reached out for your hand, kissing your knuckles and you cuddled into Alex’s side. John tapped your knee softly along to the beat of the low music drifting around the car. The red and yellow lights of the interstate flew by, reflections of road signs bouncing by. You like to imagine they spiraled off into space and turned into stars. You must’ve said something about it because you felt Alex laugh. John snorted quietly and you met Herc’s crinkled eyes in the rear-view mirror. You knew you weren’t supposed to sleep, but you felt yourself drifting off anyways. The next time you cracked your eyes open, you were being gently pulled out of the car. You tried to stand, but your weak knees collapsed and Herc’s strong arms swept you up quickly. You heard John unlock the front door and Herc carried you to your room. He left and Alex wandered in after, eyes bright and worried. “Hey. Hey Y/N. Hi. You need to change,” he said, holding out one of his clean t shirts and what must’ve been John’s hoodie. “Okay,” you said drowsily and struggled with the zipper on the back of your dress until he approached quietly. “Can I help you?” he asked carefully and you nodded. He gently pulled the zipper down and turned around as you wriggled out of the dress and into the soft new clothes he gave you. You let out a sigh at how comfortable they were. “Thank you Alex,” you muttered and promptly collapsed into a boneless pile onto your bed. Alex laughed softly and helped you into the covers before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hey Alex?” you asked and he looked up quickly. “Yeah Y/N?” “Can you stay here tonight?” you asked sheepishly. You didn’t want to be alone. You knew it was irrational, but you were scared the men would come back. That somehow they would escape and comeback for you. Alex seemed to understand, and he nodded. “Sure Y/N. I’ll be right back,” he said, patting your foot and disappearing out of the open door for a moment. You heard the boys moving around throughout the house and their hushed voices echoed. Pretty soon Alex returned with a smirk and you heard a large thump. You didn’t understand until John and Herc dragged a huge mattress through your bedroom door and set it next to your bed. “Mind if we join you?” Herc joked and you smiled up at him, sleepy and happy. “Of course. Pick your spot,” you said as the boys set up their places and Laf finally came in the room with a huge armful of pillows and a glass. “Ma chérie, would you like anything?” he asked as he handed you the drink and you shook your head. He smiled and nodded. “This will pass,” he told you before he dropped his entire armload of pillows over Herc and John’s head. They protested and you laughed, drowsy and content as you felt Alex and Laf climb on top of the covers on either side of you. “Thanks guys,” you said as you drifted off. It would take a lot to get over all this, but you had support. Tomorrow you would get up and face the world, your friends by your side.

Things You See and Hear When You’re Front Row at Hamilton:
  • The music is blasting in your ears so you feel the bass and booms in your soul go partially deaf
  • You make eye contact with everyone. 
  • Seriously. I think I made eye contact with Lin-Manuel and Daveed and Leslie like 10 times each 
  • Holy crap, during You’ll Be Back, Jonathan was spitting out so much it was unreal tbh 
  • Pretty sure I got spit on by accident a lot but who cares right? 
  • Okieriete’s (Hercules Mulligan/James Madison) ass was covered in sweat in the first act it was hilarious 
  • When they cried, you could literally see the tear tracks on their faces which made me cry more 
  • Pretty sure Lin broke character just a smidge and started smiling sometimes
  • It was really fucking cute 
  • Daveed as Jefferson I think broke the fourth wall and was winking and pointing at others in the front row