Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#41 Hamilsquad~Christmas Day

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

You sit on the couch with your legs swung over Laf's lap and your head resting on Herc's chest, while John sits, curled up in Alex's lap, in a chair next to the couch. You listen to Alex rant about work. Apparently, Jefferson was being an ass, again.

"That fucking-"

"Alexander," Hercules interjects.

"Sorry," Alex murmurs.

"Isn't tomorrow Christmas?" Laf asks out of the blue.

"Yeah," you answer.

John looks around the undecorated room. "Why haven't we decorated?!"

"This is the first hour that none of us have been working," Herc answers.

"We can decorate now!" John jumps up from his spot on Alex's lap and runs to the closet where you keep all the holiday decorations. The four of you follow him and grab a box. Herc carries the tree into the main room of your apartment and starts to set it up. It used to be a pretty tree with full branches, even if it was short. Now, it looks like something Charlie Brown would have chosen. None of you really cares, though. You all just want to spend time with each other. You and Laf insist on making cookies while everyone else decorates the house, which results in poorly decorated cookies to match the sloppily decorated house.

You all sit around the TV, watching The Santa Clause. Alex is the first to start to doze off, so Herc carries him to your room. You and Laf follow soon after, leaving John to turn off the movie. You didn't realize that you were tired until you curl into John's arms and rest your head on Alex's shoulder, which has always functioned as a pillow for you. Laf kisses your forehead before he climbs into bed next to Herc, who fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You wake up alone and walk out into the kitchen to look for everyone. You laugh when you see them trying to make breakfast. "(Y/N), mon cheri, you're up. We were trying to make breakfast. Could you help us?" Laf gives you a sheepish smile. After laughing at them, you decide to help them. Herc rests his hands on your hips and his chin on your head, while you mix the pancake batter. Alex walks passed the two of you and grabs a cookie from the jar.

"Alex!" you scold. "I'm making breakfast!"

He pauses mid-bite. "Sowwy."

You laugh and roll your eyes as he walks back out to the main room. Once you finish, you take the plate of pancakes out there and set them on the table with the syrup and butter that Herc brought out. John, who acts like a five-year-old sometimes but in a good way, starts passing out gifts. You sit on Laf's lap and steal a bit of his pancake, causing him to glare at you as he slowly eats a bite of yours. 

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Love you! Happy Holidays!)