She guided the five of you into a small room, with a round
table. You were nervous, your hands shaking. It’s not like magic was not
discussed in your time, it was just not real. And the fact that she knew your
name scared you, a lot. Hamilton looked over at you, noticing your trembling.
He touched your hand, squeezing your fingers.
I’m here. He
mumbled to you, giving you a sideways smile. His arm brushed against yours. You
smiled back, turning to look back at the woman.
Her hair was long, almost reaching the floor. It was a strange
color, a dark blue, with flicks of blonde. You got a sick feeling in your gut,
and you felt like something was wrong. She did not look familiar, but you felt
like she was untrustworthy, like you should run away. But the boys wanted to
help you, and this was the best shot that you could take. It was your only
chance on getting home and seeing your family and friends again.
And finally take a hot shower.
She grabbed some mixtures, and passed a small mug to each of us.
Lafayette sniffed it, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Laurens coughed, pushing
it farther away from him. Mulligan looked into his, his eyes widening. You let
go of Hamilton’s hands, looking at the puke green substance in yours.
Hamilton’s was a bright blue, contrasting to yours.
“Not to be rude, but, what is this?” Laurens asked, eyeing his
cup. The woman laughed, drinking hers quickly.
“It allows me to read whatever might come your way. This is a
way for me to find out how Miss Y/N can get back home. Please, drink. It will
not harm you.” The way she said her last words, made you slightly suspicious.
You hesitated, looking at the color. Why did each of you get a different
liquid? Shouldn’t it all be the same?
“I, how do I know if I can trust you?” You asked her.
“The lady seems trustworthy to me!” Mulligan said, the first to
drink his. You widened your eyes, and he burped, wiping his mouth with his
sleeve. His was red, staining the blue he wore. Lafayette looked at his friend,
then at you. He drank his soon after, not making as much of a mess as Mulligan.
Laurens did so, and Hamilton looked at you, drinking his. The woman looked at
you, gesturing for you to drink yours.
You held your nose, drinking it on one go. It tasted like copper
being poured down your throat. It was extremely cold, and you shivered, placing
the cup on the table. The woman looked at all of you, smiling.
“The reason there was separate drinks for all of you, was to
match your personality. Laurens’s was for Ambition, Hamilton’s was for
Intelligence, Lafayette’s was for Valiance and Mulligan’s was for Meticulous.
You, Y/N, was for Humility.” You still felt like she was not truthful. None of
this makes any sense, and she’s not helping you. It seems more like she’s
You looked over at Hamilton for confirmation on your feelings,
but he was staring at her intently, not questioning anything. You felt your
negative feelings slowly slip away, and you panicked. She looked at you,
Y/N, do you have something to say?” You opened your mouth, but no sound came
out. You held your neck, confused. What the hell did she give you? “Now,
everyone, I have to ask you a few questions. Hamilton, since you have met Y/N,
have you believed her to speak the truth?”
You looked at Hamilton, and he seemed to be in a dream-like
state, not even glancing your way. “I was confused, when I first met Y/N. I
thought she was some sort of escort, but after speaking to her for a few
minutes, I knew she was truthful. I trust her with every fiber in my being. I,
I do not want her to leave, but if that is what she wants, then it must be
done.” Your heart swelled at his confession. He wanted you to stay.
Your voice was still stuck, unable to say anything. You wondered
why she did this to you all, since they were in fact cooperating. The woman
then turned to Mulligan, a smirk on her face.
“What about you, Mulligan? How do you feel about Y/N?” She
dropped the miss from your name quickly, her fingers tapping on the table. You
tried lunging out of your chair, but to no avail, your bottom stuck to the
seat. Mulligan laughed, looking directly at you. You hoped that he wasn’t in a
trance like the rest of the boys, but when his eyes met yours, they were glazed
is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Why would I not trust her?
She is captivating. But I see the way she looks at Hamilton, I know she would
not look at me the same. I’m not giving up, though.” He puffed out his chest,
winking at you once. Your eyes widened. Mulligan liked you?
“Lafayette?” The woman asked, a grin appearing on her face. She
was amused, listening to these men speak against their will. It was
entertainment to her. You shaped your hands into fists, glaring at her. She
barely glanced your way.
“Miss Y/N? She is interesting woman, very much. I, I am giving
my trust to her.” He smiled. Even in the state that he was in, he still spoke
“Laurens? Last but not least?”
“Ahh, Y/N? I consider her my best friend already! She’s funny,
she’s snarky, and she’s smart! Who wouldn’t trust her? She even believes in my
idea to make the first black battalion!” He grinned, his smile from cheek to
The woman finally looked at you, pulling her hair back against
her shoulder. “So, Y/N, it seems you have grabbed all of these handsome men,
huh? You’ve barely known them for little over a day. What did you do?” She
willed you to speak, and you were finally able to, glaring at her.
“Who do you think you are? Manipulating them this way? They just
came to help me, no need to make them spill their guts.” She rolled her eyes at
your spoken word, standing up from her chair.
“Oh, you poor child. Is this not how it works in the future? If
you want something, you must give something in return. How about it?” She
wiggled her eyebrows at you.
“What makes you think I would give anything to you?” She laughed
manically, her grin seeming to break her face. You tensed up, unsure. Mulligan
dragged all of you into this mess, and you had no idea what you were dealing
with. Honestly, you were just saying what a hero would say on movies that you
watch. It seemed to work, though.
“Since I have you friends stuck in this state. So are you, by
the way. I can make you talk, and I can stop it. Now, are you willing to pay
for the information?” You debated in your head. You looked at all the boys,
then looked at Hamilton next to you. He had a small smile on his face, but his
eyes were empty, his personality gone. You couldn’t leave them like this, you
had to help them. They came here to assist you on getting home, and they did
not need this in their lives. They deserved more.
“What do you want me to do?” You asked, and she nodded slowly.
“I’ll give you a clue on getting home, and, in return, I’ll make
Alexander Hamilton slowly hate you. It’ll start as soon as I give you the cure
for them. You have to see him hate every piece of you, hate everything you
touch and everyone you encounter.” She grinned.
“Why? How could this help you? Why do you want this?”
“Because, I want you to suffer. I want you to feel what I felt,
when you did the same to me.” She sneered, an evil spark in her eye. You stared
at her, more confused than ever. Who is she? You just met her today, what could
you possibly do to hurt her?
But the way she stared at you, the way she looked at you as if
you two had a history, made you think otherwise.
“Did we meet before?” She laughed, giving you a small bottle.
You looked inside, seeing a clear liquid. Before you could ask anything else,
she disappeared, leaving you alone with the three men. You gave the substance
to the men. They blinked, rubbing their heads. Hamilton was the first to stare
at you, confused.
“What happened, Y/N? How did we get here?” She was right, they
did not remember a thing.
“We were just taking a walk, and you brought me here. Mulligan
said that he knew someone that could help me, but we walked in, and no one was
here.” You glanced around the room, seeing nothing but empty shelves and broken
furniture. The only thing that was the same was the table in front of you.
Mulligan dragged himself over to the two of you, rubbing his
temple. “This headache is killing me. Let’s go back to camp, before Washington
really tears us a new one.”
“Agreed.” Lafayette said, patting Laurens on the shoulder.
Laurens groaned, and you all walked out the house, closing the door behind you.
You put the container you had in your pocket, walking alongside
Hamilton. He was standing with a foot between the two of you, completely
different from when you all were sitting at the table. You wondered if this was
just the beginning of the spiral that the two of you would go through. You
looked at Hamilton’s face, and gave him a smile. He gave you a small nod, the
smile on his face unseen.
Your heart was in your throat, and you turned away from him.
The five of you made it back to the camp quickly, making it just
before six in the morning. The boys ran off to their tents to change into their
uniforms, and you stayed behind, sitting outside Hamilton’s tent. You wanted to
talk to him, you wanted to see if the curse that that witch said was true, but
he seemed to avoid you, like the day before was just another.
still joked with you as much as before, and you clung to him instead, ignoring
the ache in your heart. After a few days of silence and quiet tents, Hamilton
sighed, looking at you sitting on the makeshift bed. He
didn’t bother moving you like he did before.
“Y/N?” He said, finally speaking to you after a week. He dropped
the miss right after he woke from the magic, and you pretended that he just
actually listened to your requests. You jumped at the opportunity, smiling at
“Yes?” You asked.
“Did you ever think about moving to the other men’s tents? It’s
not like we are friends, and you have grown to be quite a nuisance.” Your smile
faltered, looking at him. He looked annoyed, different from the man you met not
too long ago.
You looked at your hands. “I have not bothered you this whole
time, Hamilton. I’ve stayed quiet, I haven’t said a word. And even if I tried,
you’d just ignore me.” He placed his quill on the side, staring at you.
“We have not found any clues on how to get you home. Making
casual conversation is pointless, since you may be gone any day now. There is
no purpose in me being kind to you, even if you are beautiful. I am attracted
to intellect, not looks.” You twitched, unable to hide your frown.
You knew this was just all in his head, that this lady (who did
not give you a clue to get you home yet) has done, but it hurt. He was so much
kinder to you in the beginning, and seeing this side of him, it just, it hurt.
“You know what, fine. I’m leaving.” You grabbed the clothes that you borrowed
from him, and began walking out. Before you left, Hamilton called to you. You
turned back, looking at you. He gestured towards the clothes in your hand.
“I may need those later, Y/N. You can give them back now.” You
glared at him, throwing the clothes in his face. It almost touched the lit
candle on the desk, and he widened his eyes. “You, you almost burned down my
“Good riddance.” You mumbled,
walking out. You hoped he didn’t see the tears staining your cheeks.
A woman named Julie and her son met John and rest of the Chilis back in 2000.
local radio station Q101 was having John & Anthony host “ Red Hot
Radio” before the show and I called in. My Son called to say hello and
he’d be at the show. John asked if we could stay on the line after My
Son asked to dance on the stage
John also asked her if he could send her little son a copy of his guitar
(like a small replica). Also Flea taught her little son how to do yoga.
G-Wash I’m Full of You and Me (Washington x Reader)
Warnings: pregnancy (is that a warning??), sex mentions, cussing
If your requests are still open… Could you write a fan fiction, in which reader has to tell Washington, she’s pregnant?💓😉
A/N: this was cute and it’s a quick imagine to write so why not? i haven’t written and george so bear with me!
You were pregnant.
And yes, you were nervous.
George and you have been trying to have a child for months. The pregnancy test kept on showing negatives and it upset you. George tried to give you a smile and shake it off, but you knew he was disappointed. You even went and took tests to see if you were unable to bear a child, but the doctor said you were fine. And George was as well.
You just wanted to give him a child. A boy, a girl, it didn’t matter; you just wanted to see that beautiful smile on his face. And its not like your weren’t trying; you had sex like five times a week (it wasn’t just because of the baby-making, you two were just very energetic people).
You could tell that George was stressed about it. He was married previously, to his ex-wife Martha, but it didn’t work out too well. They fell apart, and since the two of you were best friends, you were his shoulder to cry on. You did have a crush on him, but you didn’t tell him that.
It was a year or so after him and Martha were divorce that he asked you on a date. And everything was bliss after that.
You stared at the test in your hand, the two red bars getting bolder and bolder. You glanced at the other ten pregnancy tests on the floor, seeing all the positive smiles and lines staring back at you. You laughed, touching your stomach.
There was a mini-george and you in there. Maybe not fully developed yet, but they were there.
You were pregnant.
And you were more than happy.
“Y/N, are you okay in there?” You heard George’s voice from behind the door. You quickly grabbed up all the tests off the floor, not wanting him to see the tests. You grabbed the black bag that you brought in there and threw everything inside, making sure to hide it from your husband.
“I’m fine, G-Wash! Just give me a second!” You yelled back, looking around for some place to hide the bag. You looked at the small window in the bathroom, and an idea popped in your head.
“Are you sure? You only call me G-Wash when you’re nervous. Y/N, open the door.” He sighed, and you saw the shadow of his feet peeking out from under the door. You pulled open the window, and threw the bag out. It didn’t make any noise, but you heard a shout. You quickly closed it back up, and glanced around the bathroom quickly. Once you’ve established that the evidence was gone, you rubbed your hands on your clothes, opening the door.
George stood there, his arms across his chest. He stared at you suspiciously, but you just kissed his lips quickly. “Hi love, good morning!” You said sweetly, trying to tug his arms apart. He rolled his eyes, opening them. You quickly wrapped your arms around his torso, your face planted directly on his chest.
He laughed, kissing the top of your head. “You’re ridiculous. What were you doing in there, anyway?”
“I was shitting.” You replied, and he laughed, shaking his head.
“And you married this disgusting woman. Sorry, you’re stuck with me.” He dragged your into the bathroom with him, chortling loudly.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You brought him to the park he proposed to you at, nervous. He did notice your anxiety, and held you close to him. After a few years of being together, he knew that if you wanted to talk about it, you would. You loved that about him. You loved everything about him.
So why were you so nervous to tell him.
The two of you held hands, and you stopped at the fountain. He smiled, looking down at you. “Remember when I proposed to you here?” You nodded, taking your hand out of his nonchalantly.
“You were so nervous. You were sweating a ton, and you barely got your words out. It was so cute.” You winked at him, and he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“We were together for two years, but it still feels like this is a dream. I’m so lucky to have you, you make me a better person.” He whispered, pecking your lips once.
This is it, this was the time.
You took a step back from him, and he raised his eyebrow. you got down on one knee, taking out a ring box you had in your back pocket. George was confused, looking at you. “Are you-”
“Shh.” You said, interrupting him. “George, I’ve known you since we were kids. You were the annoying leader of the class, always defending anyone and everyone who was being messed with. Including me. I was a loner, unable to speak probably and had a lisp. But you accepted me, you appreciated me for who I was. Who I am now.”
“I’ve had a crush on you for such a long time, but I hid it, not wanting to mess up our friendship. You got married, I stayed single. You were divorced, I stayed by your side throughout the whole thing. And when you told me that you loved me, that you were in love with me…it was the most amazing feeling in the whole wide world.”
“I still have a crush on you. I think I’ll always have a crush on you until we’re old and gray and cranky.” You held up the box, opening it. George looked inside the box, taking it out of your hand. There was a small piece of paper in there, and he looked at it.
“Y/N, what is this?”
“Read it, G-Wash.” You said, still on your knees. “Out loud, please.”
“It says: G-Wash, I’m full of you and me.” He raised his eyebrows. “Is this some sort of sexual innuendo?” He asked.
“No, you pervert. I’m full of you and me? Get it?” He shook his head, and you sighed, standing up. You pulled up your shirt. “Look at my stomach, and read that over again.” He glanced at you, then read the note again, and looked at you once more.
“Wait…wait!” Tears immediately glistened in his eyes, and he looked at your stomach. “Y/N, are you pregnant?” You nodded quickly.
“Yes, and I tried to make this all cute and stuff, but you broke the vibe, G-Wash. You killed it. It’s officially dead now.” He ignored your comments, and walked closer to you, touching your stomach.
“I’m, I’m going to be a dad?” He whispered, looking up at you. You washed away your attitude, and smiled at him. He laughed, pulling you into his arms. “I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled, and some people walked by cheered at the two of you. You laughed, holding him tight. He kissed your face over and over again, and you giggled.
“Hon, stop. You’re making me blush!” You yelled, grinning. His smile almost broke his face, stretched from ear to ear.
“We’re going to have sex to celebrate.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.
“No, we’re going to go to the doctor to make sure it’s 100% true. And then we can celebrate.” You said, and he finally placed your back on the ground.
“By having sex?” He said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes.
We could go to Baker Street,” Kit said, without even knowing he was going to say it. “We are in London.”
Ty looked up at that, his gray eyes aglow. He had shoved his food away: Livvy had told Kit that Ty took a long time to warm up to new foods and new flavors. For the moment, he was almost solely eating potatoes. “To 221B Baker Street?
“Tu te fous de ma
gueule! (You’re kidding me)” Lafayette said, widening his eyes.
“She’s my best friend, Lafayette. I know her.” You grew
furious, tightening your hands. Laurens looked at your stance, and stood in
front of you blocking your view. You tried looking around him, but he followed
your movements. “Laurens, move. We have to make sure she doesn’t do anything to
“You’re too angry right now. I think we should bring you
back to the camp.” Laurens said, still standing there. You sighed in
frustration, shaking your head. Your best friend was the witch. She’s the one
that sent you here, that cursed your friends, Hamilton. But, why?
This is making less and less sense.
“Laurens, I need to confront her, I need to find out what’s
going on.” You began walking to them, but you felt an arm grab your wrist. You
turned back quickly, glaring. Mulligan held your arm, preventing you from going
further. “Herc, let me go. Now.”
“No, I cannot do that. I cannot let you risk your life.” He
said, looking at his friends. They all nodded, turning to you. “Like you said
before, we have to watch and see. Do not make any more commotion than we
already have.” He tilted his head, making your gaze look around. The men and
women were looking at the four of you, questioning in your eyes. You frowned.
“But Herc, she’s my friend. I need to know.”
“Not now. Let’s go to the table and just watch.” You bit
your lip, but nodded, letting them guide you back. You kept your eyes on her,
watching her talk to Hamilton. He was giving her a polite smile, looking even
more uneasy than before. You tapped your foot on the floor, glaring at her. She
did not even glance at you, enjoying herself. Laurens placed his hand on your
shoulder, smiling at you sadly.
You wanted to go over there and kill her yourself. But the
three men around you would stop you before you could even stand. So you
continued to stare, at least until their gazes turned to your table. Hamilton
was the first to look, raising his eyebrow at your stare. You glanced down at
your empty plate.
“Mon amis, they
are coming here.”
They walked toward us, Hamilton wearing a hesitant look on
his face. Your best friend held her arm in his, her eyes only focused on you.
You were about to get up, but Herc gave you a warning look, making you sit
“Lads, this is Miss Erin Greenwood. She requested that I
showed her my friends.” He glanced over at you once, then looked back at his
“Nice to meet you, Miss Greenwood.” Lafayette said, the
first to stand. She held out her hand, and he froze. Usually, he would not
hesitate to kiss a woman’s hand, but the situation called for a different
tactic. He pretended to not see her outstretched hand at all, bowing to her
once. Laurens and Mulligan greeted her, their calm demeanor confusing you. How
could they just act this way towards the woman who erased their memories?
“And who is she?” She said innocently, looking at you. You
glared at her, causing a nudge from Laurens. You were still sitting down,
refusing to be polite to this woman.
“Ahh, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is not from around here, but
it seems like she cannot leave.” You frowned at his passive-aggressive
behavior. Again, you had to remind yourself that this was not him.
Erin greeted you, curtsied once. You did nothing, staring at
her. She smirked at your lack of common courtesy. “Hmm, Y/N. You are a very
“That’s what everyone seems to say these days.” You
“Would you like to talk? The men here seem like they have
something to discuss.” You glanced at the four of them, and they all looked at
you. Herc seemed the most worried, shaking his head at the suggestion. You gave
him a sympathetic look, turning back to Erin.
“Sure.” You replied, and walked away with her. You could
hear the four of them arguing as you walked away with Erin. It was quiet for a
little, until you finally spoke up. “Why the hell did you do this? Why would
you bring me back in time? What is going on and why shouldn’t I just punch you
right now?” You hissed, following her to the refreshments table. She offered
you a drink, buy you refused. You did not need more curses in your life.
“Y/N, I only did this because you did the same to me.”
“You keep on saying that, but I have no idea what you’re
talking about.” She laughed, sitting at a table nearby, you sat across from
her, waiting for her to say something, anything. Instead, she just sipped on
her drink. “Come on now, Erin! Say something!”
“You cannot force me to say anything, Y/N. Remember the one
who is in control here.” She said, an edge to her voice. “Besides, Hamilton
seems to have taken a liking to me. It’s entertaining to see him hate the love
of his life.” She giggled, placing her drink to the side.
What was she talking about?
“You see, Y/N, we have gone through this, multiple times.
You and I like Alexander, there’s some sort of love square instead of a
triangle, and he always picks you. Every. Single. Time.” She held on to her
glass tightly, and you noticed cracks appearing.
“You’re not making any sense, what are you even saying?”
She shrugged, looking over at Hamilton. The boys were
talking casually now, glancing at the two of you ever so often. You saw
Mulligan looking at you, concern in his eyes. You smiled, not wanting him to
“I don’t even know anymore. It’s tiresome that I am the
only one who remembers everything. Why can’t you just wake up in another life,
knowing that you are going to meet me soon enough? And that you’re going to
take Alexander from me again.” She sighed, stirring her drink with her finger.
“Are you talking about reincarnation?” You asked, and she
“For fucks sake, Erin, just-“ She stopped stirring, looking
up at you. There was an evil gleam in her eyes, so you decided to rephrase
your words. “Erin, we were best friends. Can you just tell me what’s going on?”
“You see, you and I were
friends in Athens,” you widened your eyes, “Yes, stop staring at me like that,
it is in fact Ancient Greece. Can I continue?” You nodded.
“We were servants, maids of some man who I care not to talk
about now. We grew to be friends, agreeing that we should escape from the job.
It was not easy, you, see, we were to pleasure the man. He had a wife, of
course, but sometimes he wanted to mix it up a little.” You saw the fear in
Erin’s eyes, and you grew sympathetic towards her. “We ran out, one day, and
stumbled across a group of men. I knew you were terrified, since it was my idea
to run away in the first place. They noticed that we were dirty and barely had
on any clothing, so they brought us to their home.”
“Long story short, they were the boys; Lafayette, Mulligan,
Hamilton and Laurens. Although that wasn’t their names back then. I liked
Alexander, and you knew, so you avoided him. He was a flirt, but he seemed to
gravitate towards you, always talking about how amazing Y/N was. It was
frustrating, and I appreciated how you ignored his advances. Mulligan liked
you, though, and you never noticed, taking his flirts as just kindness. It was
really sad seeing him like you and you not like him. Eventually, though, he
asked for you to be his bride. You agreed.”
“Why would I agree to marrying someone I wasn’t in love
“That’s how it was back then, Y/N. You were glad to be with
a man of his stature. Hamilton was furious, but of course he didn’t tell his
“It was horrible. Alexander ignored me the whole time,
and if he did talk, he would ask about you. He crashed the wedding, by the way. Drama and more drama, and by the end, it was the two of you who were
married. It’s funny, how things ended. I wanted to be with him, I deserved to
be with him. I talked to a local priestess and she convinced me to learn magic.
I thought I put on a curse to separate the two of you. I didn’t think this
would happen, I didn’t know we would be stuck in this loop. I was being a
stupid girl, in love with a man who would never love me. I still love him,”
She said, now playing with her fingers, “All of us. The boys, me and you,
we’ll be stuck in this loop forever, until you figure out how to break
You were quiet, absorbing all the information. Alexander
and you, you were supposed to be together, you were meant to be together. You
looked at the table of friends, smiling at the laughing Hamilton. He looked
towards you, and his smile dropped, he looked away. You looked back at Erin.
“Why did you make him hate me? You were never a bad
friend to me. But you made him hate even looking at me. Why did you even send
me here?” You were indeed hurt. She made this whole curse happen, and now,
she made the one person who would make this bearable despise you. She was not
as much of a villain that you made her out to be, but she still made this
Erin sighed. “I did it because I hated just standing
in the background the whole time. You don’t know how it feels to see the one
you love, love someone else. I wanted you to see him hate you, Y/N. I needed to
see you hate him too.”
“You do realize that I don’t love him, right?”
You said, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Right. You don’t, but you will. If you haven’t
already been lying to yourself. I’ve seen this dozens of times, Y/N, trust me.”
She was frustrating. It hurt for Hamilton to hate you without any reason, but you only liked
him. You took another look at him, noticing that your friends were gone. You
stood up quickly, looking around frantically. Then you noticed something.
Everyone was gone. You looked back at Erin, and she smiled,
putting her legs on a chair next to her.
“What are you doing-”
“I don’t need anyone overhearing our conversations. Especially
those friends of yours,” She scoffed, “but then again, they were mine
too, on multiple occasions.” She nodded her head to herself, pursing her
“Why did you send me here?” You asked, and she
“Actually, you did that to yourself.”
“Remember when I told you about the musical?” You
nodded, and she continued, “Well, you were researching about Alexander
Hamilton, you clicked on some link. I have no idea how that sent you back here,
but it did. And it sent me as well.”
“If we’re reincarnated, then what happened to us? Our
selves in this time?”
“Well, your name was Margarita Schuyler van Rensselaer,
the sister of Hamilton’s future wife. You died in this timeline early, and you
weren’t supposed to, by the way. Since you died, I ended up dying as well. My name
was, hmm, it doesn’t really matter. I’m not important.” You heard the
tang of sadness in her voice. “This is probably why Alexander dies early
“He dies?” Your heart dropped. She raised her
“Wow, you really are an uncultured swine. You were
much more interesting in London, by the way. Being a spy and all,” You
raised your eyebrows, “Did you not listen to the soundtrack? Aaron Burr
shot Hamilton? His friend turned enemy? Wow, you really don’t know.” You
thought of Alexander being killed, and your felt your heart jump.
It’s funny, you did not love the man, and it’s already
hurting because of him. You tried not to worry about it.
Emphasis on tried.
“How do I get the curse taken off Hamilton?” You
asked her, and she smiled. You were thinking that this woman was more like infatuated with Hamilton instead of being in love with him. Talking about someone you love dying
is not an easy subject, and no one would want the person they loved to be manipulated like this.
“I knew I was forgetting something! You must fall in
love with him, or, the other way around. Either way, it does not really matter.
It will work, you just have to make him like you. The curse will wear off each
time you play one of his heartstrings, until it completely goes away. ”
She glanced at the nonexistent watch on her wrist. “Oh, look at the time!
Have fun, Y/N! I’ll see you on the other side!"
“Wait, Erin, how do I get back-”
She snapped her fingers, and you blinked.
The music was no longer playing, and the place was
completely empty. Erin was gone, and you were sitting alone at the table. You
felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned to see Lafayette standing there. He
smiled down at you.
”Mon ami, are you alright?“ You nodded.
"We were looking for you, the witch that calls herself Erin and yourself
were gone. It is, how you say, worrisome. Mulligan is outside, and Laurens is
checking the room with water bowls.”
“The restroom, Lafayette?”
“Ahh, yes, mon ami. I apologize for my English.”
He said, blushing. He took his arm off your shoulder, and you stood up.
“Hamilton is looking as well, Y/N. He seemed very nervous.” You bit
Hamilton was nervous? Why was he nervous? Shouldn’t he hate
“Thanks for telling me.” He nodded, smiling at
you once. The two of you decided to wait for them to come back to the room
instead of chasing after them. Hamilton was the first to come in, and you saw
relief in his eyes. That emotion quickly turned to annoyance, and he bothered
you on his much chaos you caused. Laurens came after, a smile almost breaking
his freckled cheeks. He touched you hand, squeezing it.
Mulligan came in last, desperation on his face. His eyes
met yours, and he walked over to you quickly. You were surprised that he pulled
you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You haven’t had the comfort of a hug in a
while, so it was refreshing, you wrapping your arms around him. You heard
someone clear their throat, and Mulligan let go, smiling down at you. “I’m glad
you are safe.” He said, a small blush on his cheeks.
“Thank you. Thank you all for looking out for me. But I
need to speak to Hamilton.” They all looked at Hamilton, and he had the most
shocked look on his face. They waited for you to continue, and you looked at
them expectantly. “Alone.” Lafayette and Laurens nodded, walking away. Mulligan
stayed behind, refusing to move from his spot. “Herc…”
“Is this about the curse? Shouldn’t we all listen?” You
rubbed your head. You were going to tell them, but you needed to speak to
Alexander first. He was the one most involved in it.
“Yes, and I’ll tell you, but just give me a few minutes.”
“Go, Mulligan.” You replied sternly, and he was taken aback by your change of tone. He turned around
and walked away, closing the door behind him. You turned to Hamilton, and his
mouth was in a line, showing no emotions. He stood tall, his arms behind his
back. His stance was very unwelcoming, but you could deal with it
for now. You sat at a nearby table, gesturing for him to sit as well. He
hesitated, but sat, saying nothing.
You began explaining the whole
situation to him, and he was unpredictably calm, at least until you got to the
part about how you needed to break the curse. He snickered, leaning back in the
chair. “I do not even like you, how would I fall in love with you? The way of ridding of
this curse makes no sense. There is no slither of hope.”
“I know, trust me, I know.”
You did not want to argue with him, it was too exasperating. Instead, you
touched his hand. He flinched, moving away quickly.
“Do not touch me.” He stated,
and you nodded.
“Fine, Hamilton. I’m just stunned
that you fear a woman’s touch.”
He sneered, and before he could reply with a
snide remark, you stood up, opening the door for the three musketeers to come
in. “You can come in now.” The three of them walked through the door, nervous.
You told them the predicament
as well, and they all nodded. Hercules was the most distraught though, you
could see it written on his face. Since your impromptu visit here, you noticed that he rarely
showed how he felt. But the veins swelling on his hands and the tightening of
his jaw showed you that he did not like this one bit. “So, you and Hamilton are
meant to be together, no matter what may happen?” You nodded, and Hamilton
laughed behind you.
“I know, it’s quite
preposterous. Can you imagine Y/N and I together? That will be the day.” You
rolled your eyes at him, and Mulligan could not help but notice the interaction between the two
You and Hamilton did not
realize it yet, but there was no more tension in the room. Hamilton still
disliked Y/N, but not as much as before. He could stand next to you without
frowning in distaste. And you were smiling. Mulligan saw the potential when the
two of your first met, and he could still see it now. He hoped that you would
come to like him instead, but you told him you could not. And now he knew why.
“Mulligan? Are you ready to
go?” Laurens asked, touching his friend’s shoulder. Mulligan nodded, giving him
a tight smile.
He knew that he would get the short end of the stick. It always seemed to end that way.
was young, and beautiful, and talented, and suddenly had a few bucks in his
pocket. I think that level of adoration is just difficult for human beings, I
don’t think anybody receives a disproportionate amount of adoration and handles
it gracefully. It’s awkward, you become too full of yourself, too egotistical,
too self-centered, because everybody is flushing you with this attention.
There’s no way anybody handles that well. Some people end up dying because of it,
like child actors, ‘You’re the greatest thing ever. Oh – you went through
puberty, next.’ That’s a hard thing to go through, and I think it was hard for
John, I think it affected him in a rough way.”