Goodbye- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader
A/N: This is a trainwreck, but I wanted some angst.
Warnings: Very little French. It basically all means yes, no, my love, my angel, bye, things like that.
“Why do you do this to me?” she sobbed, falling to her knees, clenching her fists so her nails dug into her palm. “Why do you keep hurting me, Alex?”
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, tears filling his own eyes. “I'm so sorry.”
She narrowed her eyes, wiping at the tears. “Sorry? After you've done this to me? I'm done. I'm done with all of you!” she shouted this last part so all of the boys could hear her. “I-I'm just- I'm done. I'll go pack my bags.”
“Y/N-” John said softly, openly crying, but she was gone. From the comfort of the master bedroom, Y/N took her suitcase and began to pack. She let the sobs wrack over her body, wiping desperately at her eyes. She knew Hercules and Lafayette were watching from the doorway, but she couldn't care less. She ignored them, ignored Alexander and John in the living room. She ignored everything except her shaking hands throwing belongings in her bag.
“N/N, please, mon cheri,” Lafayette begged, striding over to her and taking her hand. She ripped it back, glaring at him and letting out a hiss.
“Please, Y/N,” Hercules said, mirroring Laf's words. “We love you.”
She softened, slowing her breathing and calming down a bit. “I know. And I love you. And I am so, so sorry, but I- I can't be with him anymore. I know you want to stay with Alex, you've known him longer, and so I'll make it easier on you- I'll leave.”
“You do that a lot,” Alexander accused, entering the room. “Whenever things get hard, you leave.”
She turned on him. “Don't you dare blame this on me- don't you dare! This is you- if you wanted to be with me, you could have kept me. You didn't- didn't have to have an affair, Alexander. This was you.”
He furrowed his brow, getting closer to her. “You don't have to leave like this! Maybe you have to leave me, but do they deserve it? Do they, Y/N?”
“No,” she breathed out, closing her eyes. “No. But that didn't stop you. If- if they want to come with me, so be it. I would be so much happier with my boyfriends and husband next to me. But I don't want to make this harder on them. I know they love you.”
Hercules put a hand on her shoulder, pulling Y/N out of her daze. “I would never leave you, princess. We're here for you. You don't have to leave.”
She faltered, tears spilling from her eyes again as she stared at him. “I- I don't?”
Lafayette pulled her into him, and she felt his heartbeat pounding. She realized how upset he was. “Of course not, mon ange. We love you.”
Hercules kissed Laf on the lips, then the top of your head. Alexander watched, frozen in place. Herc turned to him.
“Go, Alexander,” he said forcefully, eyes narrowed dangerously.”Just- go.”
Alex tried to speak, then stopped. He picked up a messenger bag, threw some random items in it, and left. Y/N stared after him, falling to the ground, bursting into sobs. Lafayette bent down next to her, and Herc crouched beside them. They wrapped their arms around each other. Slowly, in a daze, John walked in. He was in the worst shape out of the four. With bags under his eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a shaking form, he slowly slipped next to the three, letting Laf pull him onto his lap.
“It will be okay,” Hercules soothed, whispering in Y/N's ear. “It will all be okay.”
“Will he be back?” Y/N asked softly the moment she entered the kitchen. Herc, Laf, and John were all congregated, sipping coffee at the table while the breakfast cooked. John looked down at the table, and Lafayette focused on him. John did look better, he had calmed down, but he was broken inside.
Hercules was the one who answered. “I don't know, princess. I don't know.”
Breakfast was lonely without Alexander. They talked in hushed voices about whatever they could, carefully avoiding the subject of Hamilton. But there was little to speak of, and they soon fell silent.
“How did it get like this?” John whimpered, causing Lafayette to pull the smaller man into him. “What did we do wrong?”
She smiled at the young man behind the counter.
“Hi, welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?”
The man nodded, running his fingers through his short black hair. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at some smudged writing on his hand.
“Um, I don't know much about this,” he said with a chuckle. “My boyfriends- boyfriend, I mean boyfriend- they- he- like coffee a lot, and they- he-”
“It's okay if you have more than one boyfriend, sir,” she assured him, giggling.
He nodded and sighed in relief. “Great. So, um, they told me their orders, but I decided to write them down on my hand, and-” he showed her the writing. “I have no idea what that says.”
She playfully squinted, studying it, before scribbling something down on a pad of paper. “Got it. Can I have a name?”
“Hercules.” He laughed, impressed. “How do you do that?”
Y/N shrugged. “Practice. I know the menu like the back of my hand.”
“Can I see you again-” he looked at her name tag. “Y/N?”
She was about to answer before her boss forced her away. With a sigh, Y/N moved onto her next job. As she prepared Hercules' drinks, she suddenly had an idea. With a smirk, she jotted something down on one of the cups and handed it to the man, pointing at it and giving him a look. He grinned.
She nodded. “Yep. Need anything else?”
“No,” Hercules said happily. “See you soon, Y/N.”
“He left,” she sobbed, returning to the present. “He's gone.”
“Ssh, ssh,” John mumbled into her hair, stroking it. “It's okay.”
She tried to believe him, but she couldn't. She put a hand on her stomach, more tears escaping.
“He left us,” she said pointedly, gazing at John, the only boyfriend home. “He left the baby, and he doesn't even know.”
John nodded, kissing her forehead and squeezing her hand. “It's okay.”
She wished she believed him.
“This is John,” Hercules told her, gesturing to the boy next to him. John had long, curly hair that was currently smoothed back into a ponytail. He was adorable with freckles and a cheerful face. He stuck out his hand.
“I'm John,” he introduced with a laugh.
“I'm Y/N,” she said, shaking his hand.
“Herc has told me so much about you,” John said excitedly, giving his boyfriend a quick peck. “Laf and Alex are at work today, but you'd like them, they're so nice and I love them!”
Y/N giggled, making Hercules smile. She didn't notice how he studied her, how he felt his heart flutter when he saw her. She didn't see the way he looked at her like she was the cutest, most precious thing on the planet. How she should be protected, and he would protect her.
“Want to see my turtle?” John asked randomly, taking her hand and dragging her away. She shot a look at Hercules, a huge smile on her face. He grinned back, chasing after them. He would do anything to make her happy.
“Alex texted me,” she said suddenly, her eyes widening. Laf quickly ran to her, looking over her shoulder.
She looked at Laf helplessly. He nodded for her to reply.
They stared at the screen for a while, but no reply came.
“Come on, mon petit,” Laf whispered. “Let's bake, non?”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Oui.”
He laughed and scooped her up, easily carrying her to the kitchen where he propped up one of his grandmother's cookbooks.
“Something French, yes? Reminds me of home.” He got a dreamy look in his eye, wistful and far-off. She brought him back to reality with a kiss on the cheek. “What did you have in mind?”
Laf found the page easily, feeling more comforted with every touch of the familiar, worn pages. He smelled the scent of hundreds of baked goods before him, and he inhaled it.
Y/N studied the page, then turned to him with a smile. “Ready to bake?”
He put his hands over hers, guided her through every move. When they were finished, he wiped the flour off her cheeks and kissed her nose.
“Hi, what can I help you with?” she asked cheerfully, a cup in hand, ready to write down the tall man's name.
“Um, oui, can I-” he struggled to find the words, frowning a bit. He pulled out his phone and read a text, reciting his order. “I apologize, I am fluent in English, but sometimes it's hard to find the words.”
“Oui,” she said in perfect French, surprising him. In French, she told him it was no problem, and asked for a name. He grinned.
Y/N nodded, scribbling the name on the cup. She bit her lip a bit as she wrote, concentrating as she wrote down a little note.
She quickly prepared the drinks and handed them to Lafayette.
“Merci,” he looked at her name tag, then up at her. “Y/N? You're the famous Y/N?”
“Famous? I'm flattered.” she giggled.
Laf grinned. “I'm Lafayette, you know my boyfriends John and Hercules?”
She nodded. “Ah, that Lafayette! I meet so many.”
They laughed, and he reached for her hand, kissing her knuckles. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Au revoir.”
“Au revoir, Monsieur Lafayette!” she called after him as he left the coffee shop.
Alexander was last. She thought of him alone in the master bedroom, thought of him as she read through her letters, the paragraphs he had masterfully crafted for her and only for her. She thought of him as she tore up the letters, throwing the remains in the fireplace and smiling, tears dripping down her face.
“I hope that you burn,” she sang, throwing the last of the letters she had written to him in the flames. “I hope that you burn.”
“You're Y/N,” Alexander breathed out, looking her up and down.
“You're Alexander,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.
He shook her hand. “I've heard so much about you-the girl who stole my boyfriends' hearts.”
She shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry.”
He kissed her hand, raising it slowly with a smirk. “It's no problem. I wouldn't object to you stealing my heart, Y/N.”
She blushed, grinning. “I might just take you up on that offer.”
“Goodbye,” she mumbled, her eyes shiny with tears, her vision foggy. He smiled sadly.
“I always said you'd steal my boyfriends' hearts,” he told her, taking her hand. She let him have this one moment to redeem himself. “I always knew it would be you they loved and not me.”
“Don't try to turn this on me, Alex,” she begged, squeezing his hand. He set down his bags and placed his other and over hers, enclosing it in his warmth.
“Sorry, my love,” he whispered. “You do know I love you, right?”
“Not as much as you love Maria.”
He frowned. “That isn't true. You will always be first in my heart, Y/N.”
She shook her head. “But you chose her, Alex. You can't- you can't undo that.”
“But I would if I could,” he said, closing his eyes.
He looked into her eyes again, and she found herself helpless- lost in his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he kissed her hand, imitating the way he did so when they first met.
She nodded once. “How I wish that was true.”
With that, she closed the door- on Alexander and on her future. She put a hand on her stomach, swallowed, and opened the door once more, staring down at Alex, who was on his knees on the steps of their townhouse. He looked hopefully up to her.
She took a deep breath. “I'm pregnant. It's yours.”
He inhaled sharply. “What?”
“This is what you left,” she said sadly, rubbing her stomach. “Me, our boyfriends and your husband, and my child. Your child.”
“If I had known, I never would have-” he breathed, but she shook her head again.
“I love you.” She closed the door again, and this time, she forced herself to walk away. To walk into the arms of her boyfriends, John and Laf, and Hercules, her husband. She walked away from Alex, the man who had hurt her beyond repair, and towards the men who could fix her, who would never hurt her.
“Goodbye,” she said under her breath. “Goodbye.”
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