Hamilton Oneshots!

Dark {Jon x Nyctophobic! Reader}

I'm running out of ideas lately my apologies. remember you guys are always welcome to request! this is also based off a oneshot by CosplayLover213

pairing; jon rua x nyctophobic! reader

time; modern

warnings; flashback of mental torture/abuse

type of oneshot; angsty but still some fluff at end

requested?; nope

nyctophobia; fear of the dark

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Your POV

It was a wonder I managed to get into Hamilton, let alone playing Angelica Schuyler. How I got in? No idea. Maybe it was because it wasn't always dark; and I was always with someone.

The cast already knew about my fear, yet they weren't troubled by it at all. They didn't consider it some child's fear like I did. Of course I didn't get it out of nowhere though.

I was six-years-old. I hadn't been afraid of the dark. Until one day...

Flashback -

I was grabbed by my arm. I looked up at my father curiously. "Where are we going?"

My father smiled. "Just come along, (Y/N)."

He guided me to my bedroom closet upstairs. I was surprised when I felt him push me into the closet. I tripped and turned to see the closet doors closing, and I heard him close the latch, locking it. "D-Daddy?"

"Do you want to hear a story, sweetheart?" I heard him ask.

A story sounded nice! "Yeah!"

It wasn't exactly how I expected. It was a terrifying story, something detailed you definitely wouldn't tell a six-year-old. I begged him to stop.

He didn't. That's when I started seeing the monsters in the dark. They weren't there of course, but who was I to know? I couldn't help seeing the glowing eyes. The monsters and the sounds. No matter how hard I begged him...

...he never stopped.

Flashback End -

My father constantly tortured me when my mother wasn't home. He locked me in my closet, telling me stories to only fuel the fire of my fears. I could only sleep if a light was on. I could only function if a light was on.

Now, I was sitting in the dressing room with Pippa and Jaz. Jon (my boyfriend) had gone off to the stage to practice. Usually I'd go with him but I decided to stay and chat with the girls.

Being the childish girls we were, we decided to talk about the guys in our lives (that kinda rhymed). I looked at Jaz, grinning.

"Sooo, how's things with Anthony?"

Jaz stuck her tongue out at me, a slight pink dusting her cheeks. "We're fine, (N/N). Thank you very much. I could ask the same about you and Jon~!"

Now it was my turn to blush. "We're good.."

Jaz turned to Pippa. "So Pips, Steven?"

Pippa giggled. "Fine if you really want to know."

We talked a bit more about things, when there was a crack of thunder. "How pleasant!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sure this is the worse it'll get, (N/N)," Pippa replied.

The sound of the rain hitting the roof was a gentle background noise as we kept talking. Another loud crack of thunder struck and a flash of blinding white was seen through the window. That's when the rain picked up. It didn't sound so gentle on the roof now; rather it was slamming against it.

I looked out of the window. "It's definitely down-pouring now. Thank God it's happening before the show," I said, laughing slightly.

Jaz nodded. "Yeah. I'd hate to be interrupted during Schuyler Sisters."

BOOM!

Bzzt.

The room darkened. The sky outside was so dark, it was nearly pitch-black in our room. My breathing hitched. "Sh*t... oh God..."

Jaz looked at me worriedly, but I could barely focus on her. I couldn't feel any control over myself. My fear was controlling me. I was trying to calm down, seeing as both Pippa and Jaz were there with me, but I couldn't.

I felt like I was shrinking. I couldn't feel Jaz's or Pippa's presences anymore, and their voices sounded like faint whispers as the dark crept in around me. I could see the eyes, the monsters, my dad's insane smile... all watching me through the dark.

"Someone get Jon!"

I tried to tell Pippa and Jaz to not leave me alone, but my voice was stuck. I was stuck. I didn't want them to leave me in the room. All alone in the dark room, where anything could happen to me.

My breathing only quickened when I heard rapid footsteps. Something grabbed my arm and I gasped in surprise, trying to pull away. I nearly toppled out of the chair I was in, but I felt something pull me off of it, which only freaked me out more. I tried to escape whatever was holding onto me but I couldn't. Instead I heard a familiar voice.

"(N/N)! Calm down, love. You'll be fine."

I paused, finally seeing Jon. I held onto him, burying my face in his chest and crying. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I could faintly make out what he was whispering.

I looked up at him finally. The dark was slowly edging away from me. I no longer saw anything in the dark. Only Jon.

"I-I'm sorry--"

He cut me off by kissing the top of my head. He wiped away the tears on my face and I leaned against him, letting him rub my back reassuringly.

There was another sort of buzzing noise and light flooded the room again. I looked around, grateful, and met Jon's dark brown eyes.

He smiled gently at me, pulling me up from the ground slowly. Jon held onto my hand.

"Thank you, Jon..." I said softly. "I love you."

Jon pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist as he started walking. I knew he was taking me to the auditorium. He knew I liked watching him practice the choreography. "Anytime, (N/N)..." We stopped by a door to get into the auditorium, where he pulled me into a gentle kiss. 

When we pulled apart, I couldn't help but smile. He did as well. "I love you more."

Jon Rua, the shining light that kept me safe from the dark.

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I feel like that was crap. aw well. hope you guys liked it though!

remember, requests are open! cya next oneshot~!

~ Galaxy