Request: *squeals* The x Hercules fic was so cute! I literally felt my insides melt 💓 I know you’re busy, but if you can, can you do a crackfic reader x HamilSquad with “it could be worse”, “it looks like we’ll be trapped for a while”, “the sign said not to push it, so naturally I had to push it”? Merci beaucoup, mon cher~ 😘
TW: I don’t think any but let me know if there is one.
A/N: I wasn’t really sure how to approach this one but I had a lot of fun writing it! Don’t be afraid to send me a request my ask box is open!!! Love y’all tons <333
Walking around New York City with your friends on a Sunday with beautiful weather was generally an ideal situation. You always enjoyed being friends with the lovable yet eccentric Alex, turtle-loving John, everyone’s favorite Frenchman Lafayette, and Hercules the not so Greek hero who had a heart of gold. However there were some days you wished that being friends with them was slightly more normal.
It all started out perfectly ordinary. The five of you were walking down some sidewalk or other when Alex stopped, his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Oohh! What’s this?” he squealed. He pushed past you and ran towards a platform with a big red button on it.
The five of you all crowded around the platform curiously. “I’m gonna touch it!” Alex announced and reached out to slam his palm down on the button. Before contact was made, Hercules had grabbed his arm.
“Alex,” he chided, “it says do not. So do not.” Herc was always the reasonable one in your group.
“But Hercules,” Lafayette whined, “I want to see what it does. His thick French accent mingled with his forced baby voice made him almost impossible to understand a word he said.
“Laf, as curious as we all are don’t you think it could be… I don’t know… dangerous?” you asked.
“Dude it’s probably just one of those reverse psychology things to make you press the button,” John said nudging Alex’s hand over the button again.
“My point still stands: do not press the button,” Hercules said and shook his head.
“I’m gonna push it,” Alex repeated and slammed his hand down onto the button. This was met by cries of objection from Herc and you as well as cheers from John and Laf. The minute Alex’s hand met the offending button, the ground opened up beneath you dropping you into a cellar with no windows. The five of you crash landed into piles of hay on the ground.
Hercules turned to Alex and grumbled, “I told you not to hit that button”
“Well I’m sorry! The sign said not to push it so naturally I had to push it.” Alex attempted to defend himself. (It wasn’t going too well).
John was running around and pushing on the walls trying to move them. He even tried jumping up to hit the ceiling but it was too high for him to reach. “It looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while” he groaned giving up on finding an escape route.
“Mes amies, I have no cell reception in this dungeon,” Lafayette cried reaching his phone up to the sky. “How will we call for help?!”
“Laf, stop panicking. We’ll get out,” you said. You then turned to Alex. “Since you’re the genius who got us in here you’re going to use that brain of yours to get us out. Start thinking, Hamilton.” You concluded your spiel with a light smack on the back of Alex’s head.
He winced and gave a shy smile. “You know, it could be worse…” he mumbled.
“How could anything be worse than this?!” Lafayette wailed, his dramatic side was coming out.
“We could be here with Jefferson,” Alex said with a smug smile, thinking that he had won.
There was a pause of silence before Herc, John, Laf, and you all yelled, “SHUT UP ALEX.”
Alex scooted away and threw his hands in the air, “Okay! Okay! Sorry! Thinking now!”
“You better be.”