A/N: Hiii, this is like my first ever Stuart fic. I’ve technically done one with the Hoes a while back but this is my first individual one. The title of this was based off a poem by Michael Faudet that is the bases for this fic. I want to thank @writing-obrien as usual for being my biggest motivator and helper, but I’m also going to thank her for any future help she will undoubtly lend me. This is really different than I’ve written before, but it was the best way I could think to give a good perspective from all sides instead of one. I also wanted to try this style of writing out, because I do plan on writing a Styida fic at some point. I hope you guys like this and thank you all for being wonderfully beautiful people.
Warning: Public Fingering and Alcohol Abuse (Because again, they’re drunk.)
A famous writer was in his study room. He picked up his pen and started writing :
**Last year, I had a surgery and my gall bladder was removed. I had to stay stuck to the bed due to this surgery for a long time.
**The same year I reached the age of 60 years and had to give up my favourite job. I had spent 30 years of my life in this publishing company.
**The same year I experienced the sorrow of the death of my father.
**And in the same year my son failed in his medical exam because he had a car accident. He had to stay in bed at hospital with the cast on for several days. The destruction of car was another loss.
At the end he wrote: Alas! It was such bad year !!
When the writer’s wife entered the room, she found her husband looking sad & lost in his thoughts. From behind his back she read what was written on the paper. She left the room silently and came back with another paper and placed it on side of her husband’s writing.
When the writer saw this paper, he found his name written on it with following lines :
**Last year I finally got rid of my gall bladder due to which I had spent years in pain….
**I turned 60 with sound health and got retired from my job. Now I can utilize my time to write something better with more focus and peace…..
**The same year my father, at the age of 95, without depending on anyone or without any critical condition met his Creator…..
**The same year, God blessed my son with a new life. My car was destroyed but my son stayed alive without getting any disability……
At the end she wrote:
This year was an immense blessing of God and it passed well !!!
The writer was indeed happy and amazed at such beautiful and encouraging interpretation of the happenings in his life in that year !!!
Moral : In daily lives we must see that its not happiness that makes us grateful but grate-fulness that makes us happy.
seventeenmonstavixen: Can I have a Mark LEE Scenario where your a queen in a different country and is betrothed(you been taught at a young age) to the king of Korea(Mark) and when you finally go to Korea he gets nervous and makes mistakes
In order to keep South Korea and your country allies, ya gotta marry the prince (soon to be king) of South Korea.
Your life is literally a Disney movie.
Sipping soup from the side of the spoon elegantly? It was a daily routine for you.
Balancing books on your head? You could do it in your sleep.
Now you have to get married and let’s just say, you’ve never really interacted with the male species.
Other than your father and silent bodyguards, you’ve grown up with people like yourself.
You were educated one on one for years with a strict lady who pranced around with a stick and would always hit yo desk if you got something wrong.
Needless to say, you’re terrified. Bruh, leaving your comfort zone is one thing, but moving to a whole new country with a stranger is pretty damn scary yo.
So fast forward, to you leaving the plane and stepping foot on South Korea.
In front of you stands a boy. I kid you not a boy.
Just like you, he looked way too young to get married but ya know, what chu gonna do.
He greets you hello and remains silent the whole damn time.
Not to mention he looked at you once and then looked at everything else but you.
Damn and you thought your dress was flattering but GUESS NOT FAM.
Y’all get taken back to his palace and you’re thrown around and pampered by yo maids.
They redo your hair, makeup, and make you put on a hanbok and everything happened so fast, you didn’t even remember to breath.
Then dinner time comes around.
And boy are you excited because food, hell yaaaaaaaaaaa.
You’re gestured to enter the dining room and when ya enter, the large table is full of food and there’s only one person in there.
So now you guys can’t avoid the awkwardness and now ya have to talk.
He hesitates before smiling and then points his hand to the empty chair for you to sit.
Now that you think about it, you don’t even know his name cuz you’ve been referring to him as, “Prince of SK” and “Meanie,” and “Grumpy pants.”
First things first, the food is bomb. Like if royalty means eating delicious food erday, then sign you up for your next life lmao.
Because yo parents and his parents follow traditions, you guys gotta share a room and then y’all are gonna have to live together forever after the marriage.
The dinner was completely silent btw.
Something yo parent’s didn’t warn you about after all these years of princess training is that, you is gonna get lost in your spouse’s palace.
NOBODY GAVE YOU A TOUR AND HOMEBOY JUST GOT UP AND LEFT SO NOW YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
All of the maids are busy cleaning up and you didn’t want to bother them so now you’re wandering around and it’s hella confusing cuz there’s a million and one buildings and they all look the same (LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN SCARLET HEART RYEO???)
Since you’ve been wandering around for ages, you decided to give up and hope someone will find you.
In the mean time, you wandered around one of the many super pretty ponds lit by candles.
Keep in mind, this whole place is lit by candles, so let’s just say, the garden path surrounding the pond wasn’t that well lit.
So while walking around the garden, you stepped on something.
Or should I say someone.
And he didn’t react so well.
Mr. Grumpy pants literally screeched and scared the shit out of you.
Because this is your first time wearing a hanbok, you underestimated how long it was and stepped on your dress while stepping back.
You ended up falling on yo booty and homeboy just stared at you in shock.
“Why are you here?” The dummy asked while shuffling to his feet.
“WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON THE GROUND????” You shot back while trying to get up but you ended up tripping on your hanbok again.
Idk why it took so long for it to click, but he finally realized he should probably help you up.
Now he’s all flustered and you’re all angry.
He freaks the fuck out and thinks you’re gonna start swinging or something.
He’s repeating, “IM SORRYYY” like a fucking broken record and you can’t help but furrow yo brows cuz this kid weird lmao.
Who knew the soon to be ruler of a nation lies on his garden floor and is afraid of someone like you.
But whateves at least you know he talks.
He’s freaking out even more cuz you look even more angry with your brows and you can’t help but feel really bad.
So you quickly wave it off and say it’s okay because your hanbok cushioned yo fall (they’re so fluffy lmao)
He sighed a huge sigh of relief and then once again, something clicked and he’s all like, “WJY ARE YOU OUT HERE AND NOT SLEEPING SDJFJSKJ”
And you awkwardly tell him yo lost as hell lmao.
So he takes you to the shared room and because it’s traditional South Korea, there ain’t no bathrooms in the room.
WHich means you have to change in the same room as him.
So you grab the dress laid out on the bed and tell him to turn around cuz yo gurl tired and you want to catch dem z’s.
But he stares at you wide eyed and doesn’t understand for a few seconds.
Then once again, he freaks out and literally runs to a corner and sits there while staring at the wall.
You were struggling while putting the hanbok on so obviously it took you ages.
But you finally put it on and you clear your throat to give him to message that he can turn around.
Which he doesn’t.
So you walk up to him and bend down to see what’s up.
AND HE FUCKING FELL ASLEEP.
So you tap is shoulder to wake him up but he doesn’t budge.
Now you’re thinking, “omg he fucking died.”
So you tap his head and he still dead asleep, so you actually have to slap his head.
He freaks out, you freak out.
And he gets up but stumbles on his own feet and falls on one knee.
Now he’s fluster and you flustered cuz this is the first time you’ve met a man, not to mention he clumsy af.
So you go on with your night routine and he changes.
Then now y’all go to bed but he’s hugging the edge and so are you, so now there’s 5 feet of empty space between the two of you guys.
So you can’t sleep.
A because this whole experience is mind blowing.
and B because homeboy is sleep talking.
You can’t tell what he’s saying because he’s speaking in two languages,the fuck.
So this whole routine continues for the next week or so and you finally found out his name: Mark Lee.
The wedding ceremony isn’t for another two weeks so it gives you guys time to get use to each other.
Now he actually fully talks (both when he’s awake and asleep) but he’s still clumsy as hell.
Because you’re literally not allowed to leave his side, it gives you a lot of time to notice, he’s actually good looking as hell.
Yo parent’s caught ya a winner, ayeeeeeeeeeeee.
Now it’s getting closer to the wedding and you’ve actually gotten closer to him.
Instead of going to sleep, he would teach you traditional South Korean games and he’d also tell you folktales and legends which of course kept you up all night.
And in the mornings, he would take you around and make you try a bunch of food.
Now it’s wedding time.
And all you have to say while joining arms with him to unite the two countries is you’re glad fate paired the two of y’all together.
Sorry I haven’t written anything for months but I’ve been feeling really down recently. I couldn’t bring myself to even get out of bed. I finally wrote something that didn’t quite turned out as good as I wanted it to but I hope you guys enjoy. :)
Dean Winchester doesn’t have a soulmate. At least he’s pretty sure he doesn’t. He’s heard stories about how people see a color they’ve never seen before when they first meet there soulmate. It seems everyone his age has already found their soulmate, even Sam. Sam always likes to tell the story of when he saw the color blue for the first time when he met Jessica Moore. His mom always told him the story of when she first saw the color brown when she met his father. To Dean, soulmates were overrated. I don’t need my soulmate, he would always tell himself when he would start to feel bad for not having found his soulmate. He repeats that phrase in his head over and over again until he actually starts to believe it. Dean once dated a girl who he really cared about. Her name was Lisa Braeden, but her eye color was brown, a color he was already familiar with when he met her. He was okay with the fact that she wasn’t the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He managed to grow feelings for her despite the fact that they weren’t soulmates. He was in a relationship with her for a year before she ended it. She had found her soulmate while she was out walking. Dean wasn’t going to admit it, but he felt a little jealous that she had actually found her soulmate when they were both so sure neither of their soulmates were going to make an appearance in their lives. Sometimes that happened. Dean has heard of people who were never able to meet their soulmate. Dean was sure him and his soulmate were among the few pairs destined to never meet. The thought of never meeting his soulmate hurt him. He lost more hope as each day went by without him meeting his soulmate. His best friend Charlie always told him to never lose hope. She was the only one who understood how he felt at the time. “Easy for you to say” he would say, “You met Gilda.” “It wasn’t always that way.” she would respond, “I didn’t meet her until last year.” “At least you met her.” “Listen, Dean, you’ll find your soulmate. Just give it time.” “You’re right. I just want to be happy, but I’ve accepted the fact that maybe I will never meet my soulmate.”
____________________________ “So are you expecting a man or a woman?” Charlie asks him, interrupting his current thoughts. “Huh?” “Do you think your soulmate is a man or a woman?” “I don’t know. I’ve only dated women before, but I wouldn’t mind if it were a man. I mean we are soulmates after all.” “What do you say we go out for pie. I know a place.” “God, I love you.” Dean says. “I know”
There was a pretty long line when Dean and Charlie entered the pie shop. “Go get a table, I’ll order.” Charlie said. Charlie met him at the table empty-handed. “Where’s the pie?” Dean asked. “There’s a new waiter. It’s his first day. He says that he’ll bring it to the table when he has it ready.” “Okay, I guess I’ll let it slide because it’s his first day.” “I’m going to go to the restroom. Don’t eat the whole pie if it comes when I’m in the restroom.” “No promises.” Dean says. The pie came about a minute after Charlie went to the restroom. He was the last person in the shop. “Here is your pie. Sorry it took so long it’s my first d-” He was cut off when Dean look up and they made eye contact. Dean has never seen a color so beautiful in his life. He always recieved compliments on his emerald green eyes, but nothing compares to the blue eyes looking at him in this moment. “It’s fine.” Dean says after a long while of staring into this beautiful stranger’s eyes. He took a moment to look at him. He was a little shorter than Dean and he had dark hair. “I’m Castiel.” the waiter says with a shy smile. “I’m Dean.” Dean responds. “What did I miss?” Charlie asks when she came out of the restroom. They don’t even acknowledge her presence. She sees them looking at each other, then it hit her. “OH MY GOD!” She squeals. Dean feels himself growing red. He gives Charlie a death stare. “I’ll call a cab.” Charlie says. Charlie exits the shop and leaves Dean and Castiel alone. “Want to sit?” Dean asks after a few moments of silence. “Yes. Give me a minute while I close up.” A moment later he came back and sat down with Dean. They talked for a while before Castiel asked Dean if he wanted to come over to his place. “I’m not expecting anything from you I just want to get to know you.” Castiel reassured Dean when he saw the somewhat confused look on Dean’s face. “Yeah, Cas, that sounds awesome.” Dean said, unsure of whether it was okay with Castiel that he gave him a nickname so soon. “Cas? Never heard that one before.” Castiel says with a grin, making sure to show Dean that it doesn’t bother him. “Never? Castiel’s a pretty long name. What do people usually call you?” Dean asked. “My brothers call me Cassie.” Castiel said with a little embarrassment. “But I like Cas.” “Do you have a car or do you need me to drive us?” Dean asked, changing the subject. “No, I walk.” Cas said. “Okay.” Dean said as he started to get up. Castiel followed him to his car. Dean opened the door for Cas to go in. “This is a pretty cool car.” Cas commented. “Thanks, it was my dad’s car. He gave it to me when I graduated.” Dean said proudly. “Where do you live?” He asked Cas. “Up this street and then make a left. It’s the apartments on the corner.” Cas said. Dean followed Cas’ directions and made his way to the apartment complex. When they entered Cas’ apartment, Dean noted how clean it was compared to his. Cas’ apartment was a lot bigger that Dean’s apartment. “Wow.” Dean said amazed. “What?” Cas asked. “Nothing. Just your apartment is like 100 times better than mine.” “What do you mean?” “It’s a lot bigger and cleaner,” Dean said, “plus it has a better view of the city.” “Do you want anything to drink?” Cas offered. “No thanks.” Dean said. They made their way to the couch and sat down. “This might sound a bit forward,” Cas said “but you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life.” “I was just about to say the same thing about you.” Dean said. Before they knew it, they were kissing. Small kisses at first, then making out until the only reason they stopped was to take a breath. They were both feeling very tired after a lifetime of kissing. “Do you want to spend the night?” Cas asked Dean, cautious to make sure Dean doesn’t feel uncomfortable. “Sure, Cas” Dean said. Cas gave Dean something to sleep in and they went to go lie down in the bedroom. They didn’t make love. They weren’t ready for that just yet. They cuddled, enjoying the presence of one another. They treasured the time they spent together. Dean moved in with Cas half a year after they met. Dean was able to open his own auto repair shop. Cas became the owner of the pie shop. Dean proposed to Cas and they married three months later on a Thursday. Everyone was so happy Dean had found his soulmate. Of course, he called Charlie a million times to thank her for taking him to the pie shop that day. Dean wasn’t sure he would meet his soulmate. He forced himself to accept the fact that he might never meet the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He longed to find the missing piece of his life. The missing color in his vision. He long to look up at the sky and see the color he only ever heard of in the stories. It wasn’t until he met a man by the name of Castiel that he finally found his true happiness. Who knew the color blue could make such a difference in someone’s life.
Sehun was alone, which he would usually like. However this time it’s different, he really was alone. He was the last of his group to find a mate. When Suho found his mate Sehun didn’t care, he thought it was strange. Seeing his leader become obsessed with this girl he had just met; saying he is going to protect her even if he is at risk. Sehun was confused, why does Suho feel this way? The other brothers felt the same, strange, but one by one each of the vampires found someone, understanding Suho’s possessiveness; now Sehun’s here alone.
Once Kyungsoo found his mate, Sehun and Kai, being the two youngest members of the group, were in a race to see who could find their mate first. It was all fun and games, but then when the two boys were out hunting deep in the forest miles away from civilization, they heard a scream, a girls scream, a cry for help. The boys reacted quickly and ran as fast as lightening to the commotion. There was a girl on the woodland floor, towered over her was a man, snarling at her, looking at her like she was meat. Werewolf. The girl noticed the two boys watching her and shouted for help, alerting the werewolf of their presence.
“You know that killing humans is against the law.” Kai stated, looking deadly into the werewolf’s yellow eyes. The werewolf didn’t reply at first, just smirked revealing sharp razor-like teeth, “You think I’m going to follow those stupid rules.”
If this werewolf had any idea who the two boys stood opposite were, he wouldn’t have said that. Sehun and Kai belong to the worlds strongest and most powerful brotherhood of vampires, his mistake really. In a quick motion the two boys grab the werewolf, Sehun taking his head, Kai taking his arms, and just like that the werewolf was no more. After throwing the now useless limbs on the ground Kai turns to the girl. Suddenly he feels heat rising in his throat, the blood in his dead body rushes inside him, his eyes are wide, his mouth is hanging slightly agape. He jumps up and looks to Sehun, “I’ve found her,” he whispers.
Now Sehun is here, sat on the roof of his mansion. Alone. He sees Baekhyun and Chanyeol with their mates, playing in the field next to the huge house. The three of them are laughing at something Chanyeol was doing, Sehun couldn’t help but smile at his silly older brother, but his smile quickly fades when he sees Baekhyun and his mate cuddled together on the grass, Baekhyun giving soft kisses to her neck. Sehun hated to admit it, he wanted to find his mate. To share happy memories together, to protect with all his mite. How long did he have to wait?
He finally decides to move, he’s been sat on the roof for hours now sulking, this could be precious time to find his mate. Sehun walks slowly through the long corridors of his humble abode, hands in his pockets and his head facing the floor.
“Hey Sehun!!” Xiumin calls from the end of the corridor. Sehun’s head whips up at the sound of his name. Xiumin flashes towards Sehun, looking up at him, despite being the oldest. “Baekhyun told me you were on the roof,” he rests a hand on Sehun’s shoulder “Usually you go there when you’re sad. What’s wrong?”.
Sehun scoffs at his words and brushes his hand of his shoulder “I’m fine hyung,” Xiumin didnt look at all convinced, “Honestly I’m fine!!” Sehun almost shouting now. Xiumin was taken back by his sudden anger, Sehun barged past him and dashed away, leaving Xiumin stood in the empty corridor dumbfounded. “This must be more serious then I thought…” He ponders.
Sehun found himself at a local bar, usually the supernatural don’t go out, especially where humans are, however this bar was owned by vampires, he was perfectly safe. He was sat at the bar holding a glass filled to the brim with rich thick red blood, sipping it from time to time, savoring the bitter taste. Surrounded him were vampires and other supernatural beasts alike, werewolves (nicer ones), fairies, witches, and warlocks. He chuckled to himself knowing that he was a part of these weird creatures, he never liked being normal anyway.
Abruptly he feels a cold breeze on his neck, someone came through the door. All the laughing and chatting amongst the beasts fell silent, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Sehun lifted one eyebrow in confusion, placed his nearly empty glass on the bar in front and turned around. What he sees shocks him… a human? Sehun rolls his eyes and turns back to his glass “She’s got some nerve coming into here” he thinks to himself.
All eyes were on the human, she takes a deep breath and walks towards the bar, trying to ignore the piercing stairs she’s receiving. She pulls up a stool two chairs away from Sehun and perches herself onto it. Once the creatures realize she’s not a threat the silence lifts off, she lets out her breath.
Sehun can feel the fear radiating from her body, he smiles to himself. The witch behind the bar walks over to the girl and rests her elbows on the bar, “And how does a fine lady like you end up being at this dump?” the witch says. The girl giggles, “I’m passing through, I won’t stay here for long.” she smiles a sweet smile, however fright in her eyes. The witch nods and says “Do you want any food to take with you? We’ve got plenty in the back.” she motions her thumb behind her. The girl nods her head, to which the witch smiles showing her plaque filled crooked teeth, “I won’t be long darling.” The witch heads off into the back to receive the food.
Sehun glances at the girl from the corner of his eye. This bar isn’t strictly for supernatural beasts only, but it’s so far away from any human town, people don’t know about it.
Swiftly a vampire sits next to the girl, so quick it startles her. “Hello gorgeous,” the vampire slurs, he’s drunk and she can smell that. “Oh hello,” the girl trembles, Sehun can feel her fear again. She tries her best to ignore the vampire’s prodding and small talk, she’s praying that the witch would hurry up.
Not only is the girls fear rising, so is Sehun’s anger. His throat feels warm, his blood is rushing inside him, he’s holding onto his now empty glass so tight it shatters in his hands. He stands up and marches towards the intruding vampire, he now towers above him.
“Leave her alone.” He delivered angrily. The vampire took a moment to comprehend he was there, due the alcohol clouding his head. He laughed and ushered out a quiet no.
Everything happened so quickly. Sehun chucked the vampire over the bar, smashing all the glasses and bottles on display. The girl jumps from her seat and hides under a table. The volume had increased to the max, creatures are running towards the exit, warlocks are trying to separate the violent vampires from each other. One warlock seized Sehun, he was lashing in his arms like a fish out of water, he may be in the strongest brotherhood but he’s the youngest.
“Calm down!!” the warlock roared. Sehun fell limp in his arms, the warlock released him. Sehun took a deep breath in and out.
“You’re lucky I don’t have my brothers with me.” he snarls at the hopeless intoxicated vampire surrounded by broken bottles. All of a sudden guilt rushes over Sehun, he turns around to find a shaking foot under a table. He leans down and pats the foot.
“Hey, don’t worry,” he reassures “Its over.” The girl comes out from under the table and stands before him. For the first time in his life, Sehun is speechless. His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly agape. He knows why he wants to protect her. He knows why he would put himself at risk. He knows why his brothers feel the way they do. He knows everything. He finally had found his mate.
Request:Id love for you to write
Juice imagine when he reluctantly introduces his long term girlfriend to the
club. She is an interpreter/translator and turns out to be a great asset to the
of constant trips was over, I finally had found a job that was close to home. I
still would have to travel, but would be able to spend more time with my boyfriend. Juan
and I were together for almost three years and though I knew he had
difficulties in accept my absences, he had been incredibly supportive.
I told him about my new job at a publish house, Juan immediately started to
look for houses online, wanting us to live together. I was more than willing to
share a house with him, but we needed to solve a little problem. His
reluctance in introduce me to his brothers.
Juan was a Son, a biker and that family he had chosen was important for
him, but also come with some issues. That kind of life wasn’t easy and the club
had many enemies. He didn’t tell me everything, but I knew the essence about
everything that was happening with SAMCRO. He was afraid that I would get involved with club business and get hurt. I knew it was a risk, but I wanted him and be part of his life.
you take to the clubhouse this weekend?”, I asked as I put his smoothie in
front of him. We were having breakfast and he was already fully dressed to
leave for work, leather kutte and all.
he sighed. I had came up with that subject a dozen times, every single one of them had been the same.
I’m finally stable at one place and we are living together”, I reached for his
hand and he held mine tight, “You’ll have to introduce me to them
at some point”
not sure how they are going to react”, he shrugged, “I mean, they know about
No more excuses”, I got up and cupped his face, “You
take me to the clubhouse this weekend or I’ll show up by myself”
had got a job at a publish house, it was a good place. Juice couldn’t be more
proud of her. It was obvious she would get the job; she was smart and spoke all
those languages. Yes, she could speak a couple of languages and had worked for
a long time as an interpreter, travelling all the country working with
international companies. Those years had been hard for him;
Juice wasn’t good being alone, so when she wasn’t there he would be at the
clubhouse, just to have people around.
lifetime dream was coming true. They were living together and she would be
constantly at home. Juice couldn’t be more happy. Well, except for one little
thing. He had to introduce her to the club. He knew she was right, he couldn’t avoid
that any longer, they had been dating for three years and everybody knew about
her. However, he was scared about her getting involved with the club, getting hurt or leaving him.
had been working the entire morning tracking some information for the club, but
his peace was interrupt by something happen outside. He rushed there just to find
Clay completely angry, looking at a woman who was begging in what sounded
speaks Spanish?”, Clay barked and then turned to Juice, “Nothing?”
a Puerto Rican from Queens!”, he shrugged. However, he knew someone that could
help. Mentally cursing, Juice picked up his phone and dialed, whispering to
Clay, “Hang on, I know someone”
had laughed when he called her and promised she would be there in five minutes. Juice
was pacing close to the gate and far from Clay who was getting angrier at every
minute. He finally saw her car and stepped aside as Y/N entered on the parking
lot. He saw his brothers watching, curious and walked towards her.
you”, Juice said and she smiled, pecking his lips.
are welcome honey”, he wrapped an arm around her waist and Y/N let him guide
her closer to the picnic table.
this is Y/N”, he smiled, nervous and happy at the same time that she was there. That would have
to happen sometime, “My girlfriend”
Chibs opened his arms and hugged Y/N, who hugged him back, “We had been waiting to meet you for ages lass!”
know”, she smiled, looking at everybody, “I have been insisting to meet you for
so long, but you know, Juan can be stubborn”
we know”, the Scotsman laughed.
her expression changed to one that was all business, “How can I help?”
and Happy pointed to the woman, still scared and praying in Spanish, seated on
a corner. Y/N knelt close to her and asked several questions, reporting
everything to Clay after.
doesn’t know much”, Y/N shrugged after tell everything the woman had said, “One
name is all we need darling”, Jax smiled, “Thank you”
problem. It was great, since I finally get to know you guys”, she smirked looking at Juice, who blushed.
stayed at the clubhouse. Gemma had come to make coffee and they were at the
bar, talking. The boys grabbed beers while waited for Juice searched for the name on his laptop. He finally found something and told Clay.
Now a Russian mob”, his president cursed.
speak Russian”, Y/N said, making all eyes turn to her, “I mean, if you guys
need any help”
were you hiding her?”, Jax patted Juice’s shoulder and he smiled. Clay
dismissed everybody and thanked Y/N a bunch of times. They drove back home and
as soon as the front door closed behind them, Juice lifted her in his arms.
she squealed. Juice carried her to the bedroom and laid Y/N on their bed,
hovering over her. She giggled, cupping his face to make him look at her, “I’m
not complaining, but… What is happening?”
so damn proud of you”, he groaned and kissed her neck, “I love you, I love you…”,
he said that all the time as he made love to her. Y/N was part of him, part of his life and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
The Fight Club….it was rarely a place you visited frequently. Seeing a bunch of half clothed men scarred from head to toe beating one another to a pulp was hardly your thing. However, a male friend of yours, who you had the worst time saying ‘no’ to, insisted on the idea one night and dragged you there in the evening hours one winter.
It was crowded and the smell was more than you could handle. Blood, sweat and boozes weren’t exactly a combination combined you could stomach, but you did your best all the same not wishing to ruin the evening with your taste in the matter. Men of all sorts would enter the ring and do their best to take out the challengers. Bones crunching, blood spilling—you cringed with a cock of your brow at the sight. Was this really something entertaining…?
“Isn’t this the bloody best?” your friend asked over the excitement, nudging you to hear your response.
You forced a smile, turning to him. “Yes… ‘bloody’ is one way I would describe it.” You were joking, of course, but honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie and say you were having a great time.
“Oh, come now,” he scoffed, motioning towards the ring, “don’t tell me there’s not a single bloke that you’d root for in this brawl?”
Cradling your elbows, you turned your nose up slightly as none of them really appealed to you in any way in terms of…well…anything. “Is that what I am supposed to do?” you asked, as you just assumed this was a fight of chance and whoever came out the victor was the victor and that was that.
“Oi, for goodness sake,” he chastised teasingly with a roll of his eyes. “Yes! It will make it at least a bit less dismal for you, I am sure!”
Twisting your mouth to the side, you hummed in thought while your eyes scanned the arena. There was still little of anybody of interest. A huge brutish man with a few scars upon his chest was the only one left in the ring and you guess you could just put a wager on him for the time being. Not like there was anybody else just yet to really challenge him, it would appear, and those that would found their rest upon the stained floor.
Then there came the announcement of a new challenger and your eyes drifted off to the far right corner of the ring to see as a young man by the name of Jacob Frye entered the fray. Your eyes widened for a moment at the sight of him as you took in the average build male with slicked back, dark brown hair. You only heard of him by name out on the streets and on ‘WANTED’ posters nearly plastered across London by order of Crawford Starrick.
Hey everyone! I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while but I’ve been working on this one-shot the whole time! I’m not kidding you it took me forever. I’m considering writing a part 2 but I’m not sure, please tell me if you’d like a part 2! Also make sure to send in requests! I’m willing to do anyone of the hamilsquad or even actual cast members!
Basis: Your parents are loyalists but you think otherwise. Because of your beliefs they arrange an engagement to Samuel Seabury. They send you out to hear him speak but during his hearing, Alexander Hamilton interrupts him. You meet Alexander and spend some time with him and end up falling for him.
Warnings: Departures, heartbreak, tears
Words: 6876 (Yeah now you understand why it took so long)
New Beginnings (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)
You looked out unto the wide world before you, dreaming to escape the prison of a household you lived in. You see, you had a problem-a major problem might I add- with your family. Your mother and father were loyalists, they praised the crown. Now when you were a bit younger, you were hearing things about a ‘revolution’ and ‘we will all be free’ and whatnot. Being the child you were, you blabbed to your parents about it, telling them how amazing it sounded. They were beyond upset and worried their precious little girl would turn into a rebel, so they rarely let you go out anymore. You were 16 years old now, and they have finally found you a suitor.
“His name is Samuel Seabury,” Your mother explained, “He is a squire of the king which indicates that he possesses the same ideals as we do.” Your nose scrunched when she said ‘we.’ There was no ‘we’ in this situation, it was them. Although they have tried to lock you up in the mansion you lived in, you found ways to sneak out and educate yourself about the rebels and what they believed. You had to agree for King George was a lunatic with power.
“I see…” You mumbled, gluing your eyes to the ground in disappointment. Your father sighed at your dismay and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Y/N, he is having a hearing today and we would like for you to attend it,” He said, “Your mother and I think it’s best for you to listen to him. Thankfully, the speaker will be your husband and he will help guide you to the right path as a loyalist.” You still studied the red rug beneath your fancy heels.
“Of course, I shall see you both after his reading.” You curtsied and scurried off to your room to prep up. You know your mother would scold you if you did not look the least bit nice. You applied some makeup and put on a lavender dress with white accents. Then you took your hair and put it in a half up half down look. Deciding it was good enough, you left your household and headed off to where Samuel will be speaking.
You were very upset that you were being married off, to a loyalist at that, but you knew this day was coming. You fret the day of the wedding. How will you be able to fall in love with a man who does not share the same opinion as you?
“They do say opposites attract.” You pathetically tried to convince yourself. Having your parents pick the man that you were to be wedded to was not idealistic to you. You wanted to find true love and get out of that damned house.
You finally arrived and saw a box that your soon-to-be husband will speak upon. As you waited, you twiddled your thumbs impatiently, hoping that he sounded a little bit intelligent.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury and I present “Free Thoughts on the Proceedings of the Continental Congress!” Heed not the rabble who scream revolution. They have not your interest at heart.”
“I’m already unimpressed.” You thought, completely unsatisfied. Yes, he was attractive with blonde hair and some stubble but-
Your observations were cut short when you heard a deep voice say,
“Oh my God, tear this dude apart.” You glanced over to see a man sporting a grey hat fling an arm around a man, who was much more handsome than Samuel, with black hair in a loose ponytail with blazing blue eyes. Your cheeks became hot and you quickly looked back at Samuel, hoping that he wouldn’t see.
“Chaos and blood shed are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray. This congress does not speak for me.” Samuel continued, each word he spoke you swear you lost another brain cell.
“Let him be.” This time a man with dark skin had to prevent the handsome man from attacking Samuel. Two more people joined their group, a man with black curly hair in a ponytail with freckles and another with thick hair tied in a bun with brown eyes. You quirked an eyebrow, figuring man would now not go up there and defy a squire.
“They’re playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy, for shame…for shame.” Okay now you were praying this man would stand up to Samuel. How were you expected to marry someone like this?
“Yo!” The audience gasped as the black haired man stepped in front of Samuel. You were shocked as you noted how brave he was for doing that.
“He’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams-” The man began as Samuel went on with his speech.
“Heed not the rabble who scream revolution-”
“-But the revolution is coming! The have-nots will win this-” This man had more guts than anyone you have ever met before and you…loved it!
“-Have not your interest at heart!” Samuel desperately tried to speak louder than the very boisterous man who was up there with him.
“-It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.” The man stated and gasps and whispers spread across the crowd, along with a few chuckles obviously from other rebels. You couldn’t stop yourself from cracking a smile, he was so quick-witted and he spoke his mind. Not only that but he sounded smart as well.
“Chaos and bloodshed-” They both said, might I mention that almost everything they say is simultaneous.
“-are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray!” Your suitor resumed, he was not willing to be outspoken by a revolutionary.
“-already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk. And what about Boston? Look at the the cost, n’ all that we’ve lost and you talk about congress!” The long haired man was very determined to win this debate they were having and you could tell he was not backing down anytime soon.
“This congress does not speak for me!” Samuel repeated and the opposing man glared at him with a finger pointing at him.
“My dog speaks more eloquently than thee!” The shocked gasps that were once carrying through the crowd suddenly turned into chuckles. People who took the side of the revolution started to become accustomed at this man’s brash but politically correct behaviour.
“They’re playing a dangerous game.” The squire was becoming exasperated with this man and he knew it too which is why a smirk crept its way onto his glowing face.
“But strangely, your mange is the same!” That’s when you laughed a little louder and a little harder, this man knew no restraints!
“I pray the king shows you his mercy.” Samuel said, sliding his finger across his throat. You crossed your arms and had to bite your lip to prevent you from giggling again.
“Is he in Jersey?” ‘Ooohs’ were heard among the crowd of which you joined in on. You were very thankful your parents asked you to come to this, even though they intended different things.
“For shame.” Samuel spat out at him as if he was offended.
“For the revolution!” He pumped his fist in the air, hyping up the crowd.
“For shame!” Samuel made an effort to turn the crowd back to him but to no avail.
“For the revolution!” The sea of people chanted, including you, mimicking what the man did.
“Heed-” Samuel began and you internally moaned as he tried to say his speech again.
“If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna-” The opposer hopped onto Mr. Seabury’s box and got all up in his face as they both say, “-Scream!”
“Honestly, look at me, please don’t read!” The male exclaimed, shoving his hand in front of your suitor’s paper. Samuel became intimidated by this man’s power and if you were in hsis shoes, you would be too!
“Not your interests-” Samuel tried to shove him off of his pedestal but the rebel quickly latched onto his arm to prevent himself from falling.
“Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” He ordered as he pulled himself up using the messengers arm, moving his finger back and forth motioning between the two of them.
“Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” He questioned out to everyone but was interrupted.
“Alexander, please!” The man who tried to hold his friend back before, pulled, who is now identified as Alexander, off the step.
“Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive drop the niceties!” Alexander protested who you now know as Burr.
“Silence! A message from the king! A message from the king!” With that, you stopped listening and rummaged through the onslaught of listeners, searching for Alexander…or Samuel, who you hope you can avoid. You finally neared the edge of the swarm of people and you caught sight of a posse of blue coats. Among them, you saw Alexander. You knew you’d have to throw away your pride saying this but you just had to tell him. You made your way up to him and they all looked at you, wondering what you were going to say. A soft smile graced your lips as you stopped in front of them.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen, my name is Y/N L/N and I would just like to say what you did back there,” You curtsied and then made eye contact with Alexander, “Was very courageous and I most definitely admire you for it.” You felt a blush emminent on your face but that was not a problem for you right now, the real difficulty is if Samuel will find you socializing with this man.
Little did you know that Alexander was mesmerised once he saw you. The soldier was in awe of how pretty you were. He was in disbelief that a beautiful young woman like you would say something like this to him. He was also a little red in the face. His friends could tell that he was practically drooling over you. They’ve never seen him look so…so starstruck! The man before you snapped out of his trance and tenderly took your dainty hand.
“I am Alexander Hamilton, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. L/N.” He instilled as he bowed and kissed your hand softly. Once he stood up, you both noticed that his friends have left you by yourselves.
“I still am in shock you were able to build up the nerve to speak out against Mr. Seabury.” You swooned, you loved how outrageously stupidly intelligent he was.
“It’s really not that big of a deal…” Alexander chuckled out sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You shook your head.
“Oh but it is, Mr. Hamilton. I know of no one who would dare try to overthrow a squire!” Which was true, not because you came from a family of loyalists, but most people just ignored them and whined about them. Never would they dream of talking back to one for they all feared the king would chop their heads off.
“Well there’s a first for everything, Ms. L/N.” You simpered at his clever response, this man is the exact opposite of how your parents perceived anti-loyalists.
“I guess there is, Mr. Hamilton.” You couldn’t get enough of Alexander, “I must say, you have quite a sharp tongue.” You complimented him.
“Honestly, you flatter me.”
“What can I say? You have the utmost respect from me and have thoroughly impressed me, more than any man has before.” You remarked. Sparks flew between you two. You both talked for a while longer, getting to know one another better, not breaking eye contact and not moving a step away.
Then, realization hit you like a horse and you remembered you were already betrothed to Samuel, the man Alexander currently despises.
“Alexander, much to my displeasure, I regret to inform you that I am already set to be wedded to another man.” A frown was printed onto his mouth.
“Is that so? To who?” You scuffed your heel on the dusty dirt below you in sadness.
“Samuel Seabury.” Alexander looked at you, absolutely puzzled.
“But, Ms. L/N,” The man began, “I am perplexed for you complimented me for refuting your partner?”
“Yes, well, you see it is not exactly my choice of marriage,” You began to explain as you fingered the purple fabric of your dress, “My parents are loyalists and are well-aware of my beliefs on the revolution. They have rejected my view on the matter so they are aiming to change it. Doing so, they think it’s best if I am married off to a squire.” Alexander looked at you, stunned. He felt bad that you were being forced into a commitment you wanted no part in.
“I apologize for that is unfair-”
“It’s alright, I don’t need your pity-” You started after you cut off Alexander.
“-but you do have the right to marry who you want.” Well you’ve never heard that one before.
“Well, all you got to say is ‘no.’” Alexander said it as if the answer was obvious.
“No?” You retorted back to him and he bobbed his head.
“Yeah, ‘No.’ Just like how we are saying no to Britain by fighting in the revolution.”
“Well I’d most definitely prefer not to start a war with my parents!”
“Of course not, Ms. L/N, all I’m saying is you should take a stand. Don’t let people force you to do things you don’t want to do.” Alexander’s philosophy implanted itself in your brain and it made you think. You could say no if you wanted to, stand up for yourself just like Alexander did today. You could tell his words swayed a few supporters of the king waver due to his words.
“Huh, thank you, Mr. Hamilton,” You peeped to your left and saw Samuel who was probably chatting with some loyalists, “It seems I must be going.” You said, upset that you have to depart from this amazing man you just met.
“I presume you’ll write to me, Mr. Hamilton?” He was surprised you said this but complied as you wrote down your address on a scrap piece of paper. Reluctantly, you sauntered away from Alexander and went off to the man whom you’ll soon share a ring with, a bed with, and supposedly affections with. Once Samuel saw you coming over, he said goodbye to the people he was conversing with and focused on you.
“Good afternoon, Y/N, it’s lovely to see you again.” He greeted sweetly as he put his lips on your hand. You didn’t feel as giddy when Samuel kissed your hand as when Alexander did. You had met Samuel once but only briefly for he was mostly talking with your parents, very likely talking about marital arrangements.
“Likewise, Samuel. Your speech was very well done except for the rebel butting in.” You lied and you could tell Samuel was still enraged by Alexander talking over him.
“Oh Y/N you are as kind as ever but we both are well aware that that hearing was a disaster because of him.” Samuel grumbled bitterly. You assured him he still did good and walked off with Samuel elsewhere, spending your afternoon with him.
He wasn’t boring or anything, he was quite nice, but he just wasn’t right. The whole time you were with Samuel, you thought about Alexander and how dreamy he is. You were lucky to be able to talk to such an astonishing man, one that women threw themselves on.
Once you were home and in comfort of your bedroom, a maid brought you a letter. You opened the envelope eagerly and unfolded the parchment inside. It was a letter from Alexander, as you had hoped. You began to read the neatly written message.
My Dearest Y/N,
Of sweet sorrow is it that you are to be married off to a man poisoned by the king himself. It is of tragedy indeed that such of man filled with stupid political perspectives gets to spend the rest of his life with someone as astounding and as alluring as you are. I only loathe to be in his place. I have never met someone with such integrity and intuitive notions as you. I reminisce of the first time I set sights on you today, my friends can vouch for me, I was completely helpless at the sight of your beauty. Y/N, I encourage you greatly to divulge about your engagement to Samuel to your parents. You have a voice, and one day, I swear to you, you shall have the ability of expressing your feelings freely. We rebels will fight for America and become a country of freedom and prosperity. For now, I will be by your side and impede your marriage to him.
Oddly enough, I have only interacted with you once and I feel as if time has passed in our relationship. I would adore to get to know you better so I request that you accompany me to the Winter’s Ball and endorse yourself with others who fancy the same judgment as you. If you choose to accept, meet me at the fountain in town’s square at 6 O’clock tonight.
You gushed at his letter. He was such a romantic and had such an empowering way with words. You looked at the time now and saw that it was 4 O’clock. You had enough time to get ready for the ball and come up with a convincing excuse for your parents.
As you sat at your desk, you tried to devise a plan to get out of the house with a convincing alibi. You softly played with Alexander’s note as you contemplated what to say. After consideration, you decided to go with Samuel taking you out to dinner. You stood up and treaded over to your parent’s loft. Once you entered you told them and they said ‘okay’ and ‘have fun.’ You were over the moon that your scheme worked and you got ready in your room.
For tonight, you changed into a scarlet red dress decorated with white fringes at the sleeves, neckline, and hem. You had a pair of white shoes with a buckle and small heel. White tights were wrapped around your legs. Then you had a simple gold necklace with a shiny sleek pearl trapped in gold as the pendant. You then fixed your half up and down look to make it look more elegant. You opted that you looked fine enough and rushed to the fountain to meet Alexander.
Once you arrived you saw him, standing there in all his glory. You became flustered when you noticed how charming he look in his uniform.
“Alexander.” You called out to him. He pivoted at the sound of his name and his eyes enlarged when he took in your appearance. You had this strange effect on him where you would make him utterly speechless. He was enchanted by how gorgeous you looked, especially since the sun was about to go down, the light hit you perfectly.
“Miss L/N-” You put up your hand, signaling for him to stop.
“Please, call me Y/N.” You urged, not accustomed to formalities anymore.
“Of course, Y-Y/N. Call me Alexander then.” He stuttered out and you felt as if you were in Heaven with him.
“Thank you, Alexander.” You chirped happily. He offered you his arm that you linked with his.
You both hopped into a nearby carriage and were whisked off to the ball. In the carriage you had a pleasant time. Your lungs filled with exhilaration because this is the first time you’re doing something for yourself in years. You’ve always been terrified of what your parents would do if you did something against their wishes but being here with Alexander, you knew there was no better choice than this. You knew he would protect you somehow even though he was sort of a stranger.
You were currently laughing at one of Alexander’s stories about his friend John Laurens who went black out while his gang went out for a ‘light drink.’
“-and then he walked outside and found a man placing the reins of a horse to a carriage and went up to it. Then John started to talk to it as if the animal was a normal human being.” Alexander babbled, causing you to continue to snigger.
“Lucky for you, you get to meet John Laurens and all my other comrades tonight.” He bubbled cheerfully. This is another thing you respected Alexander for, he wasn’t loyal to the king but he was loyal to his friends.
“I am overjoyed to become of acquaintance with them, they sound…unique.” You concurred, joy rupting inside you.
“Yes indeed, my biggest worry is that they’ll scare you off.” The poetic fellow beside you commented.
“Well if the man who challenged my suitor didn’t send me away then I am unaware of who will.” You declared boldly and the corner of his mouth stretched upward. Alexander scooted closer to you to the point your shoulders touched.
“Is that right?” He coyly inquired, leaning down so your noses brushed together lightly. You felt your heart beat pick up as Alexander gradually placed a hand on your waist. In response, you gingerly rested your hand on his cheek.
“It is.” He brought his lips inches closer to yours, there was almost no distance between you two. You could feel his hot breath hit you. Once you were only moments away from his mouth on yours before the carriage came to an abrupt stop. You yelped in surprise and backed away from Alexander. He detached himself from you and you gaped at each other, both having a rosy tint decorating your cheeks.
“I guess we are here, Y/N.” Alexander emitted and you replied saying a breathless ‘Yep.’ He stepped out the carriage and held out a hand towards you. You gratefully accepted and he helped you out of the coach. You laced your arms together, not exchanging a single word. Who knew that a man who was of great renown for writing and speaking would be tongue-tied with you. You and your escort entered the grand ballroom and you were enthralled by all the decorations, lanterns and candles, and a cloud of hundreds of women in different colored dresses and men in similar uniforms as Alexander.
“It’s magnificent.” You rhapsodize, all agog to be here. Sure, you’ve gone to many events like this since you were a little girl but you were never escorted by a man whom you loved-
“Come along, Y/N, I am yearning to introduce you to my colleagues.” He urged you and you dipped your head in agreement. He led you across the white tiled floor and you spotted three men waving at Alexander.
“Mon ami,” The man you saw before with a bun hollered, “There you are! We’ve been looking for you.” You both approached the pod of men that you recognized from the day before.
“I-is that a date?” The freckled-face man interrogated, looking you up and down. You squirmed under his inspection. “Ah, I remember you! You’re the girl from before,” He looked at his buddies with a mischievous look, “This is the one Alexander won’t shut up about.”
“Do you mind, John!” Your date snapped at John, the one he was telling you about on the way here.
“Oh right! You are the girl from the hearing!” The man who instigated Alexander to talk out that day, who still sported that grey cap, recalled.
You took the sides of your red dress and dropped into a curtsy, “It is lovely to meet all of you, my name is Y/N L/N.”
“Ah, Y/N L/N, I remember you telling us that. I am Marquis de Lafayette, but Lafayette is just fine.” The man with a french accent injected.
“I am Hercules Mulligan.” The tough-looking male with the hat replied.
“And I am John Laurens.” Freckles said, with a short bend towards you.
“It was wonderful meeting the lot of you.” You acknowledged politely and little did you know that Alexander watched you, admiration flashing in his eyes.
“Likewise, Ms. L/N.” They all countered back. You noted that they were all very sweet after some more small talk but you did not expect them to be so rambunctious. Even so, you took a liking to them and the five of you now share some fond memories.
“Hey, Y/N, may I have this dance?” Alexander asked you and you graciously said yes so he swept you away to the dancefloor. His hand lay on the small of your back while the other balanced your palm in his. You lifted your dress so it was out of your way as you moved your feet in sync with his.
“So, Alexander,” His blue orbs bore in your E/C ones affectionately, “You’ve never told me what your standing is in the revolution.” His pearly whites were revealed as the corners of his mouth parted.
“Well, I work under General Washington, as expected,” He started, “I’m his secretary, or as most people phrase it, his ‘right hand man.’” You were dumbfounded. He had such an important job for he literally worked for General Washington.
“Alexander, that’s spectacular!” You cooed, feeling fortunate enough to be ushered by a man like him.
“It is not that big of a deal-”
“But it is, Alexander! I mean, I knew you were skilled with the quill considering how well-written your letter was to me but wow!” Saying you were shocked was an understatement, it seems as if Alexander keeps on getting better and better the more you get to know him.
“Well, I had no idea you would react this way.” He admitted to you. Alexander was thinking that you were going to scoff at him since he didn’t command a troop.
“Well I did, Alexander.”
The night finally came to a wrap and most folks headed out, including you and Alexander. As you waited for your horse-ran vehicle to come along, you noticed a pained expression etch itself onto Alexander’s features.
“Alexander? Are you alright?” You enquired, distraught about the non-stop war vet. He peered at you meekly and gave you a solemn smile which made your chest pang of sadness.
“Do not be of concern, my dearest Y/N, it’s just that,” He took a long pause before perusing up into the night sky, “I am upset that you will be marrying someone else soon.” You fixated your gaze at the grass below your shoes. Then, adrenaline rushed through you and your fingers wrapped around his biceps.
“A wise man once told me that I should speak for myself and just say no.” You mused and he looked at you with a cocky smirk.
“Sounds like a smart man.” Alexander quipped arrogantly.
“Yes, but he tends to ride on his high horse a lot.” You teased and his eyebrow twitched.
“I’d prefer to call it ‘confidence.’” The secretary exhorted and you chuckled.
“Is that so? How much confidence does this man possess?” You beseeched for an answer, trying to play with him. You were curious as to what his reply would be.
“Enough to do this.” He pressed his lips onto yours, pulling you in for a kiss. Although you were clearly taken aback, you had the decency to close your eyes and kiss him back. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach as he put his hands on your hips. You affectionately latched onto him as you melted into the tranquility of his touch. You wish time froze and you could relish this moment forever but, as you know, all good things come to an end. He pulled back and you both regained air and your posture, much to your dismay. Still in a trance, you brought up your pointer and middle finger to your lips, feeling the ghost of Alexander’s pair. Then, Hamilton brought your figure into an embrace. You snuggled into his chest, taking in his scent.
“Pen ink and soap.” You noticed after taking in his body cologne.
“Y/N,” You felt him rest his chin on the top of your head, “I am not sure if this sounds rash but I’m in love with you.” You felt all the blood rush to your cheeks as your jaw dropped and you pulled back to look at his manner. You had to check if he was being serious because you never thought that Alexander Hamilton would just confess his love for you.
“Alexander-” He interrupted you and said, “I know you are banded by rings to another, but I can’t help it. The way I feel is uncanny and I seemed to be falling deeper for you every second we spend together. Y/N, I find myself longing for you when we are parted and if I could court you, then I’d be happy and I know you would be too. I know you can’t stand that Samuel-” You cut him off with a chaste kiss. Your digits lingered on his strong jawline as one of his hands intertwined with your hair. You both became red, despite the fact you have both already shared this heartfelt action. You pulled back and rested your forehead against his.
“I love you too, Alexander.” In response he gave you a quick peck. After the pure confessions were exchanged, your carriage arrived. Hamilton helped you into the mobile and you took a spot on the velvet seats. He plopped right next to you and scooped you in his arms. Your head was on his broad chest. He began to hum in a soothing way and you listened to the melody.
You marveled upon the situation at hand and you wouldn’t want it in any other way. Now you just had to work out out how to tell your parents. You couldn’t just go up to them and be all like,
“Hey mom, hey dad, what’s up? So like I just kissed this revolutionary and fell ass first in love with him so like, hate to break it to you, but I’m totally not in love with Samuel, cause…like…loyalists. Don’t lose your chill but I’m gonna go off and marry General Washington’s right hand man who actually testified Samuel during his declaration!” That just isn’t how the world works. You craved to be Alexander’s wife and you had no sort of desire for Samuel.
You finally arrived back at your house and you started to feel a little anxious. You had a bad feeling about this.
“Alas, our night must be cut short,” Alexander’s smooth voice eased you, “But do not worry, my love, we’ll be together again.” He gently touched your lips with a kiss filled with assurance. You (reluctantly) got out of the coach. You told Alexander to stay in the car as you did not want your parents to see him.
It was currently 8 O’clock and you were sure your mother and father would be up, waiting to hear how the “dinner with Samuel” went. You gulped feeling rather on edge, you had to tell them about Alexander and the truth of your whereabouts were tonight. You just couldn’t bear being Mr. Seabury’s partner. The doors to your large estate were opened and you stepped into the eerie room. You saw your parents standing there, prideful looks on their faces.
“So tell us, how was Mr. Seabury?” Your mother beckoned you to tell them as she walked up to you, excitement laced in her tone. You felt a deep weight on your shoulders, your parents really wanted you to be with Samuel. You felt awful for ignoring their intents but you just could not help it. Alexander enlightened you to a world you’ve never seen before and you didn’t want to go back.
“He was…” You had seconds thoughts of telling them, “…not there.” You released your secret out to them and you saw the color drain from their faces. Your father looked at you and laughed, the sound wavering a bit due to nerves.
“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Your father queried. Sweetheart. You’ve never been called that by him. You clenched the fabric of your dress in anger.
“I’m saying that I was not with him,” You admitted, sticking your chin up, “I was at General Washington’s Winter Ball and I was accompanied by his right hand man.” Your mother’s for once kind and generous smile instantly faded and your dad looked as if he had seen a ghost.
“What do you mean-” Your mother began but you stopped her questions.
“I mean what I said, I was at a rebels event and my partner was none other than Alexander Hamilton himself.”
“Alexander Hamilton?” Your father bellowed and you swallowed a lump in your throat, fear rising up. “The one who dared to speak against Samuel? Out of all the rebel scum, you picked the one who testified the man who is to court you?”
“Samuel is not the one who will court me!” You foretold with tears threatening to spill.
“Apologize!” Your father shouted at you as he comforted your mom, who was distressed and in disarray about the problem at hand. You gritted your teeth and slashed your arm, knocking over a vase filled with red roses.
“I can’t apologize for falling for a man who has different beliefs than you!”
“No, this man is one who opposes the king, the one our family, including you, is loyal too!”
“I have never loyal to the king and I never will be!”
“You’ve gone mad!”
“No, father,” You glowered at him as droplets of salty liquid stained your skin, “I am madly in love with a revolutionary.”
With that you ran, you ran as fast as you could to your bedroom. You flung open the doors as maids and butlers came to your aid to console you. You refused to be solaced so you shut the doorway and collapsed on your king-sized bed. You sobbed, feeling awful for betraying your parents trust.
Amidst your teary vision, you looked to left and found a wooden box on a shelf. You didn’t know what its contents were, so you halted your crying and walked over to it. You took the box and opened it. You regretted it after you did so. You saw all the memories with your parents inside it.
You took out the first item which was a knitted princess doll. You commemorate back to when you first received this present, when you were 5.
“Happy Birthday, darling!” You walked into your home and saw streamers and confetti strung across the halls. You saw your friends cheering in the back with your kind servants among them. In front of the throng of people were your parents filled with joy. They strolled towards you and crouched down so they could match your height.
“For being a great, loyal daughter, and for aging a year.” Your mom jested and handed you a knitted doll. You became excited and hugged them, full of love and compassion.
A frown adorned your face as you remembered. A ball was held for you that night and it was glorious. When you told them you didn’t think the rebels were so bad, you got no more presents from them, no more balls were held in your honor, and no more love was sent your way.
Then you pulled out a ruby necklace, a silver ring, and letters that were filled with sentences hand-written by your parents that reminded you that they cherished and adored you. As you scanned the parchments, you were searching for some kind of sign of where it all went wrong. How did the lose their affection for you so fast, so easily? You softly wept again, noticing that of you left now, it would make no difference in their lives. They already disowned you.
You then thought about Alexander and his letter to you. You scrambled upward and dashed to your pillow. You rummaged through the pillow case until you found the piece of paper that he mailed to you. You read his words once more and you understood that he gave what your parents stopped giving you long ago.
You knew that it was time to depart from the nest and surround yourself with people who treated you like an equal. You needed to move on. So, you stuffed all the objects back into the chest and grabbed some matches. You went over to your mantle with all the stuff you gathered. You shoved some logs into the fireplace and placed the the case among the wood. You took a deep breath and struck a match. Then, you threw it on the box that held all the good mementos from long ago. Ones that will never exist again. You stood there and watched it crackle and blaze on the hearth. You were glad to watch it burn once and for all. You now finally felt the urge to start a new chapter in your life with Alexander Hamilton. You wrote him a message, telling him to meet you early tomorrow at 8 O’clock. You then gave it to a maid so she could send him the epistle. Finally feeling unrestricted, you went into a deep slumber on your bed.
The next morning, you had a brown suitcase that carried all of your belongings. You held your head up and stalked down the white marble staircase. Your parents were on the top of those very same stairs, watching as you went away. When you were younger, you imagined that when you went off with a man, they would be crying out of joy, not out of anger and resentment. Butlers pulled out the doors so you could exit.
For a very short, solemn second, you turned around to have one last look at your kin. Your eyes met with your father’s weary pair. You saw how much older and more tired he has gotten since you were a child., back when you were naive. You saw a hint of something you didn’t expect to see in your father right now. Happiness. To avoid any emotional breakdowns, you twisted forward and never glanced back.
You saw Alexander waiting for you in front of the same carriage from last night. You felt all the sorrow wash away as you saw him beam at you with that handsome smile of his. You laughed and he resounded the same tune. You ran into his arms and leaped, allowing him to spin you around. He set you down and smashed his lips on yours, reeling you into a sweet kiss.
“Is it safe to assume your parents aren’t fond of me?” He asserted jokingly and you gave a quiet chuckle.
“Well, you and I are in the same boat.”
“So they love me?”
“They would if they met you.” You claimed as your eyes began to water up. Alexander looked at you and took your delicate hand in his reassuringly. You gave him a weak grin but that made him look at you sadly.
“Y/N, if this is going to tear your family apart, I don’t think this is the best idea.” He cautioned, releasing your hold. Your hand instantly missed his warmth.
“No, I have never been happy in that house, they treated me like scum and locked me up so I could never be exposed to the other side of the revolution. I need this, Alexander, I need you.” You confessed, a blush coating your complexion.
“Well then,” He held his arm out to you, “Shall we?” You gladly took his arm and went into the carriage.
“Y/N, I love you and I promise as long as I’m alive I’ll be here for you.”
“Likewise, Alexander, my love will never cease for you.”
As you and Alexander went off to start new lives with each other, your parents grimaced. Your father’s hold on your mother tightened as she wailed. Little did you know, your father was glad that you found someone that would love you forever. At first, he didn’t think Alexander was right for you but after witnessing that scene that took place in the courtyard, he knew that you would live a jubilant life with him.
“Do you think she will ever come back, Ronald?” Your mom bawled.
“No,” he sighed, “I don’t think she will, Elise.”
“Oh, God, what have we done.” Elise clamored as she used her hands to cover her face.
“At least we know our daughter will be overjoyed to be with the one she loves.”
“With a revolutionary?”
“Yes, a revolutionary that loves her with all his heart.” You father cordially smiled at his wife and snaked his arm around her waist, “Now come along, let us go eat our breakfast.” And with that, your parents paced over to the dining hall to eat.
For the last two months, they had spent more time together than apart: watching bad movies, eating take out, taking the occasional shower together (they cared a lot about saving water). She fell asleep on the couch in his sweatshirts and he carried her to bed. He came home late from the studio and she would kiss him gently and massage the knots out of his back.
But, the time they could spend together was rapidly extinguishing and now they sat on the couch in silence. His bags stood by the door, a consistent and daunting reminder of what was to happen in but a few short hours. Her fingers tangled with his as they tried to watch some bad late night movie.
They had resolved to stay up together. Partly because his flight was leaving early and she would drive him to the airport before the sun had even dreamed of waking. But, it was also to be with each other. They didn’t say those words aloud but the meaning was there.
It never got easier. Shawn wished that it would, but that just wasn’t the case. He would spend more time missing her. He loved the road and he loved to perform. But he loved her more than anything. She had friends and work and she would be fine without him. But, he didn’t know if he would be fine without her.
She sat beside him, her mind running wildly. She never knew what to say. The little voice in her head always needling her, ask him to stay. She never would, she never could. But, she felt it nonetheless. Shawn had his team, and his fans, and his music, and he would be fine without her. But, she didn’t know if she would be fine without him.
The time on the clock moved rapidly. Dancing circles around them, warning them that their time was running out. He pulled her closely and kissed the side of her head. He hoped that it would communicate all of the things that he couldn’t say.
She didn’t want to cry. They had done this before, a couple of times actually, so she ought to be used to it by now. But, it’s hard to get used to saying goodbye to the person you love. He was so excited and she didn’t dare bring him down with her pessimism.
He felt something catch in his throat when he tried to speak to her. He ended up clearing it awkwardly for fear that a tear might dance down his cheek at thought of saying goodbye. The credits on their film rolled and she looked at him.
Her eyes were glassy and it looked more like she was looking through him, than at him. She crawled up towards him and placed a kiss against his lips. She hoped that it would communicate all of the things that she couldn’t say.
She stood up first when the clock told them it was time to leave. She held her hand out to him and they walked towards the door. When his luggage was safely packed in the car he hopped into the passenger seat and looked at her.
She was wrapped tightly in his sweatshirt and her big winter coat and he moved across the console to squeeze her knee gently. Her hand fell atop his cold one and she squeezed his fingers before bringing his hand up to her lips. She pressed a warm kiss against his hands and then started the car.
They drove along the highway, humming along to the late night radio. They finally made it into the city and when she saw the exit for the airport she breathed in sharply before taking it. Shawn heard her but pretended that he didn’t, sometimes it’s kinder to pretend you don’t hear.
The drive ended too quickly, and before she knew it they were standing in the terminal and she only had a few minutes to say goodbye. Her hands started shaking a little bit and she balled them into fists. Stop it, she told herself.
His hands found hers and he squeezed them tightly, trying to ground himself in the reality that he was saying goodbye. Rather suddenly she launched herself into his arms. He held her tightly and willed himself not to let a stray tear or two escape.
He heard his name called and they detangled themselves. Their eyes met, red and stinging.
“I love you,” She said.
“I love you,” He mimicked, “47 days.”
And then she smiled.
He wished he could have pocketed her smile to pull it out on a dreary day. He heard his name called one final time. His hand found the back of her neck and he pulled her in for a final kiss. His lips pressed against hers and then they broke apart.
He moved through security and turned around one last time to see her standing there. His sweatshirt swallowed her whole and she raised her hand to give him a weak wave. He blew her one final kiss and she caught it, pressing it against her heart.
Then Shawn had to turn around because if he didn’t he would never get on that plane.
You had your laptop on your lap, trying desperately to browse Amazon. T’Challa’s birthday was coming up, and you had no clue what to give him.
After yet another page of things, none of which caught your attention, you made a frustrated noise.
“You doing alright over there?” T’Challa asked, looking over to you.
“Fine, except I can’t think of anything to get you for your birthday. What do you even buy the king of a country? You can get anything you want without me.”
T’Challa gave you an amused smile. “Try something personal, or something I wouldn’t think to get myself,” he replied.
“So difficult,” you grumbled as you kept searching.
T’Challa’s birthday came, and you finally found something you hoped he’d like.
“His name is Adeyemi,” you said, holding up a tiny black kitten. Adeyemi apparently didn’t want to be held, as he squirmed in your hands and let out tiny mewls. You got him a small white collar with a charm in the shape of the Black Panther mask.
T’Challa grinned widely. “He’s adorable!” he cooed, gently taking the kitten from your hands. “Adeyemi, huh?” He held Adeyemi close to his face to get a good look at the little guy, which the kitten took as an invitation to bat at T’Challa’s nose.
“This is a really great birthday gift, Y/N,” T’Challa stated, placing Adeyemi on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
You grinned up at T’Challa. “I also got the necessities and some toys. They’re in the kitchen now, if you want to start figuring out where to put his stuff,” you told him. “He seems to really like you. He didn’t want to stay with me when I was holding him.”
“He knows who his king is,” T’Challa stated, petting the kitten’s head. You could hear purring coming from the little guy.