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Fuck me but
do I love werewolf AUs. Werewolf!McCree is still a thing that people like and
do, right? Right.
with a head full of cotton fuzz, wrapped around a dull pounding behind his eyes
– like one might have after a night of heavy drinking. McCree wishes it was
just that; it would be far preferable to what had actually transpired. He
blearily forces himself into wakefulness, tongue dry, stuck to the roof of his
mouth. It makes him grimace with distaste. His entire body is sore, and eyes
still closed and aching, he forces himself into a sitting position and attempts
to take inventory of where he is and what could have happened under this most
recent full moon.
of three nights has passed, and it makes him thankful to already be halfway
through his monthly transformations with little issue. He’s even more thankful
for your presence, since admitting to his… condition,
and you’ve spent the last several cycles with him (despite his insistence to
the contrary), keeping him company, keeping him calm. He doesn’t often like to admit it, but he wishes he had
better control of his lupine side. He’s often jumpy and irritable during the
days of the waxing phases, transformations aside, and it irks him to have his
moods yanked around by the moon.
Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.
A/N: This will probably be long and will definitely not be updated as frequently as CYMFH. Also, please note that anyone who reincarnates does not reincarnate in the same body. So, Alexander and Eliza look like their historical counterparts in the prologue. In the rest of the story, however, they will look like their broadway counterparts. I wanted to clear that up to avoid confusion. Anyway, enjoy!!
A single candle was the only source of light, illuminating the bedside of the room Alexander Hamilton’s paralyzed body resided in. Beside him, his wife remained, desperately clinging to his side, only hoping for him to persevere. In Alexander’s words, however, it was a mortal shot.