Alexander and John were sitting on the roof side by side, Lafayette sitting at a distance holding a bottle of apple cider that was to be popped on the very second of the new year. They were sitting near the top, having the best view of the night sky as it lit up with fireworks. They noticed a couple of other people had gotten the same idea and were sitting on their roofs as well. Alex had his head rested against John’s shoulder, his eyes on the sky.
Though John was previously watching the fireworks with the other two, his attention had shifted to Alexander, the glow of color on his face with every spark and boom. Alexander’s face was so small and round and smooth, and his lips look so soft… John could feel his heart beating and his face grow hot, hoping that if he was blushing the darkness would cover it up.
Alexander caught him staring and grinned. “Hey, you know what we should do?” he asked as he sat up. “Start saying our resolutions. We can write them down later. Here, I’ll start!” He cleared his throat, puffing out his chest. John and Lafayette giggled at his goofiness. “I, Alexander Hamilton, do solemnly swear to write twice as much as I have in the past year,” he declared.
John guffawed and shoved him lightly, careful not to accidentally push him off the roof. “Alex, that’s crazy! You’d have to write non-stop to complete that goal!”
“As if he doesn’t write non-stop already,” Lafayette commented with a chuckle.
Alex rolled his eyes playfully. “Alright, French Fry. What’s your resolution?”
Laf shrugged. “Oh, nothing as marvelous as yours, mon ami. I just hope to learn more English. It’s getting better, no?” The other two nodded with confirmation. Lafayette pumped his fist in the air triumphantly. His friends laughed.
“And you, my dearest Laurens?” Alex teased, elbowing him in the rib.
John chuckled, rubbing his arm nervously. “Well… I guess I’ll try to work more on my grades, get into less fights…” His eyes softened as he stared at Alexander. “Speak my mind as confidently as you.”
“When have you ever been one to hold back, John Laurens?” Alexander joked, poking him in the chest. He blinked when he saw a flash of hurt cross John’s face, scooting closer to him. “Hey… What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching out to touch his face.
John winced at the gentle contact but didn’t pull away. “W-well, I…” He heard the neighbors start to count down from thirty. Ah, so it was starting. He exhaled. Now or never, Laurens. Alex already knew he was gay, he knew he was bi, it was possible. Sure, the two of them were best friends, but best friends had been known to develop romantic feelings for each other and start dating. It was cliche as hell, but he didn’t really care. He wanted Alexander… And he hoped that Alexander wanted him back.
“Alex, can I confess something?” He was going to start this new year off right.
Alex squeezed his arm. “John, you can tell me anything,” he assured.
Another comforting sigh. They were on twenty now. “So, we’ve known each other for a little over a year now. You’re the closest friend I’ve got, and I-” Down to ten. He gulped. “I’m not throwing away my shot.”
Alex blinked. “What do you mean?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. John’s face flushed red, glowing brighter than the night sky as it filled with a plethora of fireworks, his heart was beating faster than the explosions in the background.
“Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…!”
John grabbed Alex’s shoulders. “Kiss me,” he whispered. Alexander didn’t need to be told twice, leaning forward to press their lips together. John was a little taken aback that Alexander initiated it, but found he didn’t care so much as he returned the affection, letting his eyes flutter close. Alexander Hamilton… He was kissing Alexander Hamilton!
Hundreds of time travellers have gathered to watch the most important moment in human history. However, you, half naked and holding an empty bottle of beer, are wondering why all of these people are staring at you.
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Remember how we all headcanon the idea that Victor eventually will stumble upon Yuuri’s huge stash of posters?
I’m pretty sure it already happened. Just not with posters. In the first episode, when Yuuri returns to Ice Castle to skate Stammi Vicino, if you look at the bottom left corner, you’ll see a piece of striped cloth.
In episode 4, we are clearly shown what it is.
That’s right. It’s a bag of some sort (to hold a water bottle or his skate guards?). The haphazard stitching/outline of the cloth suggests that it was done by an amateur (maybe a gift from Yuuko or Yuuri made it himself?). It then also implies that this was an item gifted/owned by Yuuri for quite a while. It is an item that Yuuri treasures. I’m just taken aback by how bold it is. Victor’s name is stitched right in the center. This bag is placed along with all of Yuuri’s clothes and equipment out in the open. Victor would’ve undoubtedly seen this cute creation that Yuuri never tried to hide.
I can just imagine Victor picking it up and grinning like an idiot.
+disclaimer: please don’t take this too seriously.
Thirteen-year-old Princess Yvonne Sayn-Wittgenstein-Sayn and her brother Prince Alexander pretend to be adults… by holding a bottle and mother`s cigarette. / Photo: Princess Marianne Sayn-Wittgenstein-Sayn Germany, 1955