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  • Alex: Be myself? Laf, I have one day to win over Eliza's family. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
  • John: Couple weeks.
  • Herc: Six months.
  • Burr: Jury's still out.
  • Alex: See, Laf? 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
When You Smile, I Am Undone (Lafayette x Reader)


“Listen, that’s total bullshit” your friend Alex said from across the table.

“How does that even qualify as a counter argument?” your other friend, John, shot back. 

 “My counterargument is that I’m right!” Alex shouted. 

“Guys! Let’s just settle this here! Besides, we all know I can easily out drink the both of you.” Hercules smirked. You tried to suppress your laughter but instead got glares from John and Alex. Soon they were all shouting and ran in pursuit of alcohol. 

You rested your head on your hands and stared out across the crowded bar. You spotted a couple laughing and smiling with each other. Your mind involuntarily wondered to the Marquis. The man who held your affections since he and his friends saved you from a rather aggressive red coat in the street. Saved may not be the right word…more like helped you take him down. That was almost a year ago, and your feelings remained the same. Only Hercules and your good friend Peggy Schuyler knew how you felt. You knew they could keep a secret. John and Alex, however, would probably try to come up with some master scheme, so you kept your mouth shut around them. You were so enthralled by the thoughts of Gilbert swirling around in your head like a hurricane that you almost didn’t notice that he was now standing in front of you. You bolted upright. 

 “Ahh, sorry Y/N. I did not mean to scare you.” His smooth accent hit your heart like a freight train. 

 “Oh, that’s quite alright Lafayette. I’m fine.” Your voice betrayed you, and you sounded flustered. 

 “Where are the others?” He sat down right across from you and laid his hand on the table rather close to yours. You glanced down and then looked back up and met his eyes. He looked down as well and stretched his hand for a moment before pulling it away slightly. 

 “They uh..” Shit! What had he asked? “They…they went off to get drunk, I think.” Lafayette’s eyes widened. 

 “And they left you here all alone?” The shock and anger in his voice was as thick as the accent. 

“That’s dangerous! What if someone were to, how you say, pick you up?” You chuckled at his broken English. 

“I’m a big girl Laf. I can handle myself. Besides, getting hit on isn’t dangerous; it’s just kinda annoying.” 

 “Oh I know you can handle yourself. I meant it is dangerous for the man who tries to lay a hand on you.” He smiled at you and you felt yourself unraveling in front of him. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Why did you not join them?” He asked. 

 “I don’t know… I’m just not in the mood.” You looked down and picked at a spot on the table. 

 “Is something wrong?” He put his hand on top of yours, and you looked up into his eyes, right into that deep brown that was flooding with concern at the moment. 

 “No! Everything’s fine! I’d just rather not be drunk at the moment.” You stated.

 “Then I will join you.” Lafayette kicked his legs up onto the table. 

 “What? No… Lafayette you should go with them. Have fun!” Lafayette shook his head at you. 

 “No. I will stay by your side.” That one phrase had you floating. It was like a rope was attached to your chest and was slowly getting tighter and tighter as it lifted you towards the heavens. “Surely being the only sober person can’t be fun.” 

 “It’s not bad.” You shrugged. “You get to watch everyone else make fools of themselves.”

“All the more reason to be with you.” He smirked.

The look Laf gave you told you that you weren’t winning this one.

“Besides,” he said, “ who knows what kind of horrible men would try to hook with someone like you?“

“Someone like me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah you know, beau, un ange parmi les hommes.” He grinned at you. You weren’t completely sure what the words meant, but you got the idea and blushed at the thought.

You and Lafayette were immersed in a conversation about whether the couple behind you were dating or not. The man was obviously in love with the woman, but the woman appeared oblivious. Soon three boys came stumbling your way and crashed into the table.

“Lafayette! Gilbert! My beautiful French lover! How are you?” John said.

“I am very well, thank you Laurens.” He smiled at you. You glanced at Hercules who gave you a knowing look. He then proceeded to laugh out loud, so you knew he was drunk too.

“Hey! What are you looking at?” Alex was yelling at someone.

“Okay we should get them out of here.” Lafayette nodded quickly and hosted Laurens over his shoulder.

“I love you Laf..” he mumbled into Lafayette’s shoulder.

“I love too John.” Lafayette rolled his eyes. You smiled and felt your heart swell. Lafayette was stabling Hercules with one arm, and you were dragging Alex away from the several people he was trying to start fights with.

As soon as you got out of the tavern, Alex wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you on the cheek. You didn’t think much of it because Alex was like this with everybody when he was drunk.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He said with puppy dog eyes. Lafayette looked at you from the corner of his eye and then stared straight forward again.

“Maybe someday Alex.” You responded.

“Yes! That’s a yes! We’re getting married! I love you so much wifey!” Alex yelled. You laughed and kept pulling him along.

“Where should we go?” Lafayette said a little icily.

“Whose house is closest?” I asked.

“Mine.” Herc said with a hiccup. Lafayette knew the way so you followed him to the front of Hercules house. Laf put John down and opened the door. Everyone piled into the living room and almost instantly John and Alexander were passed out on the floor together. Hercules soon feel asleep on the couch.

“I’ll walk home now then.” You said awkwardly.

“You cannot go by yourself! I will escort you.” Laf said.

“Shouldn’t someone stay with them?” You gestured to the heap on the floor and couch.

“Then stay here tonight! You can sleep in Hercules bed!”

“Laf I couldn’t.”

Lafayette walked close to you “Please, I insist. Knowing your father, he will not be worried.”

You drew back slightly. “You know my father well?”

Lafayette avoided your eyes. “We’ve spoken a few times…” You were shocked. Lafayette to both of your hands in his. “Please just stay here Y/N. I will rest very much easier if I know that you are safe.” You chest gave a concerning squeeze at his words. There was no way you could refuse him.

“Okay.” You said.

“Merci belle.” Lafayette brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. You could’ve died right there. Lafayette took you to Hercules bedroom and you couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Laf was leading you to a bedroom. Laf left to get an extra blanket since we was worried you would be cold. While he was gone you took off your gown, leaving you in only a slip to sleep in. As you were getting into the bed, Lafayette came back. You quickly tried to cover yourself up, but you know he probably saw you. He just stood in the doorway smiling. After a moment of intense embarrassment on your part, he came in and started to put the blanket over you.

“Oh, you don’t have to Laf.” He put a hand up silencing you.

“This is not for your benefit it is mine.” He said. You were confused by what he meant until he laid down on the bed underneath the first layer of blanket, meaning there was only one layer separating you. You stared at him.

“What you did not expect me to sleep on the floor did you, mademoiselle?” He grinned cheekily. You couldn’t even stutter a response. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable. I can leave.“

“No stay.” You put a hand on his arm. He smiled at you. You lay down facing away from him and tried your hardest to sleep.

About twenty minutes into this endeavor you heard Lafayette’s voice whispering.

“Y/N? Are you awake?“ You were frozen. He was so close. You decided to pretend you were asleep since your mouth couldn’t seem to form words. Soon his voice could be heard again.

“Y/N, I have to say this. I know you cannot hear me but I need to tell you. Belle, I love you. You are an angel. You a strong yet kind and so beautiful in everything you do. You have captured my heart and I will never be the same man. Tu signifies tout pour moi. You light up my world. Desole. I am sorry I cannot say this to you when you are awake. S'il vous plaît, pardonnez-moi” You felt you cheeks become wet as his whispered words died in the darkness. After a few moments his breathing slowed and you knew he was asleep. You had spent nearly a year imagining what those words would sound like coming from him, and now you were replaying them in your mind over and over again.Turning to face him you tucked yourself closer to him and fell asleep.

When you woke the next morning, Lafayette was gone. The events of last night came flooding back to you. You smiled to yourself and crept downstairs. The first person you saw was Hercules. You pulled him aside, and he groaned in protest. You told him everything Lafayette had said. He just smiled at you.

“Oh God you knew didn’t you.” you said.

“Of course I do.“

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“I want to your love to be organic, without any outside influence.”

“Well..” you looked down. “What should I do?”

“Uh talk to him idiot. He’s head over heels!” You smiled at Hercules and went to find Laf.

He was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. He was leaning over the stove and you noticed a curl that fell out of his ponytail and into his face. Involuntarily, you picked it up and pushed on top of his head. He was startled but then smiled when he saw you.

“Good morning, mademoiselle. Did you sleep well?” He grinned at you.

“Very.” You confirmed. “Can we talk?”

“Of course.” He looked around and saw Alex and John in the vicinity. He took your hand and led you out into a hallway.

“What is it? Are you okay?” He looked worried.

“Yes yes I’m fine, but…” You looked down.

“Those words you said last night when we were….um in bed, did- did you mean them?” You chanced a glance at his face. He looked utterly shocked, but then softened.

“Every word, mon amour. Je t'aime.”

“I love you too Lafayette.” You whispered.

He smiled widely and put his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes. Your own eyes glanced down at his lips and he leaned in. You and Lafayette shared the first of many kisses. His hand was on your waist pulling you closer to him. The other rested lightly underneath your chin. Suddenly a voice broke you two apart.

“That’s my wife you’re kissing Lafayette!”

Lafayette gave Alexander the middle finger and leaned in again.

This was super fun to make huehuehue.

Textless version of a lil poster thing I made for a group RP! Takes place on the Lost Light and recently we sorta work up Unicron. (Oops.) You can learn more about it here.

PS: We got canon chara openings and we love OCs too. Come check it out.

No Longer Ignored (Lafayette x Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 2572

Request: What about a Lafayette or Hamilton x reader where the reader is a Deaf nurse that patches up the Hamilsquad every time they get hurt on the battle field? I’m taking American sign language right now, so I personally think it would be interesting to see how either of the boys would react to a situation where they tried to learn a language they can’t actually hear! LOVE WAR OF LOVE TO PIECES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tags: @superwholockbooknerd526

Warnings: None (?)

A/N: I couldn’t help myself and made it with both Laf and Ham (I love this idea so much omg). I was researching this for HOURS, and I loved that you requested it! It made my brain work again and I had so much fun writing this. Hopefully you like it (if anything is offense please lmk, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings).

You cleaned the blood off the table, moving the scalpels and forceps to the side, making sure that they were disinfected. Your fellow nurse, Anna, was helping a soldier that was slashed with a blade. You helped her stitch the deep cut, since this was her first time being on the battlefield. She told you how the constant gunshots and screams made her have nightmares all the time, and you could not relate, although you felt empathetic to her. She constantly apologized once she realized that you could not hear what she said. When you first met her, she grew angry that you did not talk to her, even with you telling her that you could not hear. Eventually, one of your relatives spoke you through sign language, and the shock on her face was memorable. Ever since then, she was always nice to you, making sure that you were not left out in conversations. She even learned how to sign to speak to you more clearly, and it made you happy that she put effort to create a relationship with you.

As you were consumed in your thoughts, a hand touched your shoulder. You turned around, coming face to face with a soldier.

Alexander Hamilton:

His dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun, covered in a liquid (which you assumed was blood). His brown eyes were filled with panic, pointing at the man that was dragged it. He was yelling rather quickly, turning his head back to point at the man. You tried to follow his movements, staring at his lips. You glanced over at where Anna was suppose to be, but she was gone. You were used to dealing with the soldiers without her, so this shouldn’t be different.

You walked over to the man, examining his injury. He seemed to have a bullet lodged in his arm, and you grabbed the forceps and alcohol nearby. It was deep, already passed the blood vessels. He was lucky that it was stuck in the subcutaneous layer, just above the muscles. You tied a band around his upper arm, lightly patting the wound with alcohol. He jumped up, moving his arm. You gestured toward the bun man, putting your hands in a grabbing motion. He seemed to understand what you were telling him to do, calling to the other two men by the door. They all seemed to be friends to the freckled-face man on the table. They held onto him tightly, and you saw him take a deep breath. Once you knew he was secure, you began removing the bullet.

It did not take long, and once you were finished with cleaning and stitching up the wound, you wrote the man on the table a note, saying that he must rest until his wound is healed, making him visit the medical tent twice a day. He grimaced at the note, and said something too quickly for you to understand. Once he left, you were alone with the bun guy. He smiled at you, and began speaking.

Thank you for helping our friend. He mouthed, and you smiled and nodded, pulling the dirty sheets off the bed. He seemed confused. You turned away to put the sheets in a hazard bag, folding it up quickly. A hand touched your shoulder, and you turned back to the man. You couldn’t help but see that he was quite handsome, his intelligent eyes drawing you in. You blinked quickly, blushing at the inappropriate thoughts that came into your head.

Are you ignoring me on purpose? I asked if this was your first time working on the battle field five minutes ago. Your face dropped, forgetting that you did not tell him.

You put your first two fingers to your ear, tapping it twice. You then made a circle with each of your hands, moving it from your chest outwards. Hear, no. You made it as simple as you possibly could. He still stared at you, even more puzzle than before.

What are you doing? Are you making fun of me? He said, frowning. You sighed.

This happened a lot, well, all of the time. Many hearing people that you bumped into, either on the street literally or if they were asking you something, always became offended that you did not respond to them. It did hurt that when you tried to explain, they wanted nothing to do with you, yelled their speech (like saying it louder will instantly cure you) or treated you like a child. You hoped that this man would not behave that way.

You saw Anna appear out of the back, noticing him standing quite close to you. She looked concerned, and began spelling out letters.

Is he bothering you? She asked, glaring at the man. You shook your head, smiling at her.

No, he thinks that I am trying to make fun of him. Can you explain to him that I cannot hear what he’s saying? You asked her, gesturing. His face is getting more and more red by the second, and he finally turned back to Anna. She looked at him, and began speaking. You appreciated that she didn’t turn away from your view.

Anna: Excuse me, sir, but she cannot hear anything that you are saying.

Man: Wait, what?

Anna: Y/N, she can’t hear you. That’s why she doesn’t say anything when you’re not facing her. She can only sign to get her point across.

The man’s eyes widened, looking back at me. The blood drained out of his face, leaving it a pale white. You saw the embarrassment grow in his eyes, the usual thing that happened when someone found out about you. He apologized quickly, the confusion in his face was gone. Anna smiled at his actions, and looked at you, a sparkle in her eyes. With his back turned to her, he couldn’t see what she was doing.

Anna: He’s hilarious, and handsome. I feel bad, maybe you should make him feel better.

She wiggled her eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the blood-stained tools. You looked back at him, and he was talking to Anna, and you could catch only a few words.

Hearing. Y/N.  Long time. Words. Sign Language. Help. Yes.

You assumed that they were talking about how you helped her learn sign to talk to you. You frowned, wondering why he wouldn’t just ask you these questions. You were standing right here. A small part of you believed that he was afraid of trying to talk to you. But you pushed it aside, moving around the rest of the materials. You glanced out of the corner of your eye, noticing that he walked out of the tent already. Anna gave you a look, and helped the next patient that came in. Your chest swelled with sadness, wishing that he didn’t avoid you after this. At least, that’s what all the men you met did.


A few days passed since you saw the handsome man. His friends walked in and out of the tent almost every day, with every injury possible. You scolded them constantly, rolling your eyes every time. You learned all of their names. The man who was shot was named John Laurens. The other two were Gilbert Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan. They were fun to be around, and they always made sure to face you when you were in the room. The handsome one, which the boys refused to tell you the name of, never appeared. You assumed it was because of your lack of hearing, and you silently were saddened by it.

As you folded the blanket on a cot, you saw the handsome man walk in. He looked nervous, glancing around until his eyes contacted yours. He marched over, his hands shaking. You grew concerned, wondering if he was experiencing anxiety. It wasn’t uncommon that the men in the army came to you about this.

He seemed to take a deep breath, then held out his hands. You watched him struggle, curious as to what he was going to do. As you saw him form letter slowly, you smiled.

Man: My name is A L I X A N D E R.

He smiled at you, hope in his eyes. Your heart warmed up at his effort, and you felt the tears appear in your eyes. His grew wide, dread slowly consuming his face.

Oh hell, I insulted you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, I was trying to tell you my name. He said quickly, his hands shaking. You shook your head, your soft smile growing wide. He instantly looked relieved, the tension off his shoulders. You signed your words slowly, and he concentrate on your hands, never looking away.

Thank you, Alexander. And my name is Y/N. I am happy that you made an effort to sign. But you can just talk to me if you want, just look at me when you’re speaking.

Alexander: If I want to court you, I should learn, right? He signed, and you were surprised at how good it was, compared to him spelling out his name before.

You blushed quickly, and he looked at you, a small smirk on his face. He held out his palm, and you placed your hand in his, his lips pressing against your skin softly. You involuntarily shivered, and he grinned wildly at you. You made the sign for laugh, putting both of your hands next to your face and grinning.

Does that mean you want to court me? He signed, his eyebrows raised. You nodded, and Alexander pumped his fist in the air, his happiness infectious. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Who knew that the man who ignored you for days would be the one you looked most forward to being with?

Marquis de Lafayette:

His hair was brown and curly, pulled back into a bun. His face was full of cuts and blood dripping. But he seemed more concerned about another man, guiding you onto the battlefield. He had a panicked look in his eyes, pointing towards a man lying on the ground. You ran over, staring at his injury. The man seemed to have a bullet in his stomach, not able to move. You pulled out materials from the bag, gesturing to the others (there were three other men, including the one that pulled you out) to help hold him down. They understood quickly, moving the man’s arms and legs out of the way. You cut through his shirt, showing his lean stomach. You stared at the entry would, glad that the bullet was still visible. This meant that you didn’t have to dig through his skin to find it, which may cause even more injury to the man.

You patted the wound with alcohol-covered gauze, staring at his face for a reaction. His mouth was wide, and you assumed he was screaming. You gave him an apologetic look, then began removing the metal.

It was over in 20 minutes or so, you finally stitching up the hole. You wrote a quick note to him, telling him that if there was anything wrong, to go to the medical tent ASAP. He rolled his eyes, but nodded, carried away by two of the men. You were left with the curly-haired man, and he smiled at you. You couldn’t help but beam at him, his smile infectious.

Madam… (you couldn’t understand the rest) thank you for helping my friend. May I know your name?

You tensed up, and began signing your name. He looked at your hands, then back at your face, the same puzzled look that appears on everyone. It didn’t bother you; you were used to the expression. You grabbed the paper off the ground, and pulled out the quill that you carried around, and wrote your name on a paper.

Y/N Y/L/N. You wrote. He looked at the paper, then back up at you.

My apologizes, m… Can you not speak? You nodded, and began writing again.

And I cannot hear you. I am deaf, sir. You wrote, turning the sheet towards him once again. His eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, bowing. You saw Anna appear out of the corner of your eyes, and she waved you over, blood dripping from her hands. You looked back at the man, giving him an apologetic look before running to Anna. You couldn’t see the small smile he gave you when you turned your back to him.


Every single day, the man, you later found out was named Lafayette, walked in and talked with you, which consisted of more of him talking and you writing. Eventually, he asked if you could teach him sign language, and you agreed. Anything was fine, as long as you and him could spend time with each other. You knew you grew to like him, and Anna teased you about it every time he left, making hearts with her hands and winking. You smiled and shook your head at her constantly, but she never stopped teasing you about it.

His other friends, Mulligan, Laurens, and Hamilton sometimes came and visited you. Hamilton was the one who figured out sign without your help (you questioned him on how, but he refused to tell you) and the other two struggled. Mulligan wanted to know if sign would seduce other women, and you grinned at him, knowing that he was joking. Laurens hands constantly shook when he signed, his nerves getting the best of him. You always encouraged him, gratefully that he was trying his best. You knew that you weren’t even an expert at your own language; there were words that you didn’t know either.

One day, while you were disinfecting the utensils, Lafayette walked in, smiling at you. Your heart beat quickened immediately, reminding you of how much you cared for the Frenchman. He moved his hands, signing to you.

Y/N, I’ve been trying to learn how to say this in sign for such a long time. He said, sitting down on one of the beds. You glanced around to make sure Anna wasn’t there to make fun of you, then walked over to him. You sat next to him signing back.

Do you want me to help you? You asked. He nodded, and instead of signing, he began talking to you.

How do you sign, “I have been in love with you this whole time, and it took me this long to realize it.” You froze, staring at him. The pink rose on his cheeks, he rubbed his hangs together in anticipation. You looked down, the smile never leaving your face. Your heart pounded even more at his confession, and you began signing to him.

I have been in love with you this whole time, and I’ve realized it a few weeks ago. Lafayette’s grin could have broken his face, the joy unbelievably expressed. Without thinking, you pressed your lips onto his, quickly, barely touching. It still sent shivers down your spine, and you blushed intensely, quickly avoiding his gaze.

You felt his hand touch yours, your fingers entwining with his. He touched your chin, turning it to him. Your eyes looked at his warm brown ones, and he smile nervously.

Can I kiss you, for real this time? Your eyes closed slowly, nodding. His lips pressed against yours, and you couldn’t remember your life before Lafayette appeared in it.

Sick of It (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Pairing: Hamilsquad x Reader

Word Count: 867

Warnings: Poly relationship

Summary: You’re sick and you just want to rest. ALONE. Or did you? 

You were sick and left at home alone. The boys tried to stay home with you, but you pushed them out if the door insisting they went out without you. Y’all had tickets to see a new movie coming out all of you were excited to see. The tickets were ordered in advance so it would have been stupid if they didn’t go, but you also wanted a little bit of quiet. You loved your boys, but sometimes they were just “being boys”. They wrestled each other and insulted each other when they were playing video games. You were happy to get a little rest for a few hours alone.

“But baaabeee you want to see this movie as much as the rest of us,” John whined.

“I know, but I have a fever and I really need to sleep it off,” you protested from the bed.

“Why don’t you come with us and sleep through the movie?” he suggested.

“Then I wouldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t get better, and then that would be another day that y’all you have to sleep without me,” you said, “I need quiet rest to get better.”

“Come on, love, let her be,” Hercules said pulling John off the bed beside you and to his arms, “We will be back soon dear!”

“Don’t have too much fun,” you tried to yell.

A few hours later you woke up to gentle kisses all over your body.

“My sweet boys, you are home,” you said with a smile.

“Mon chéri, you are awake. You sound better,” Laf said with some excitement.

“Open,” Alexander said as he put the thermometer in your mouth, “99.0. I think we are going to sleep in here tonight.”

“OUI! I don’t know how much longer I could have waited!” Laf shouted.

They all looked at each other and then you. Before you had time to react they were all pouncing onto the bed to cuddle and kiss you.

“Boys! Please settle down!” you begged with a giggle.

“Oh yeah, we have something for you,” Herc said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!” John said pulling you off the bed, if Laf wasn’t right there you probably would have fallen face first onto the floor.

John opened the bathroom door and the bathtub was filled with bubbles and there were candles lit. Laf carried you in and stood you up. They undressed you and laf sets you in the tub. Hercules comes in with a bag of movie popcorn, your favorite. After you are handed the popcorn they start to walk out.

“Hey! Where do y’all think you’re going?” you demand.

“To lay down?” John states.

“Nope, we didn’t get a huge tub for one person to use at a time,” you say with a sly smile.

“Oh baby,” Alex mutters.

He is the first one to race to the tub taking off his clothes at the same time. The rest followed his lead and soon you saw that you were going to be cleaning water off the floor later from the boys basically jumping in. You started eating your popcorn while you were sprawled out over the boys. John leaned over and grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at Alexander and he caught it in his mouth. Eventually it escaladed into a competition to see who could catch the most in a row. The water got cold so everyone piled out and you watched them get dressed. Laf grabbed a towel and walked over to the tub and held it open. You climbed out of the tub and he wrapped you up and carried you to the bed were the rest of your boys laid. You were thrown into the middle and Laf laid across everyone. You scratched his back, John played with his hair, Alex massaged and played with his butt, and Hercules rubbed his legs.

The next morning you woke up first. You rolled Lafayette down off of your legs and carefully climbed out of the bed. You were still in the towel from last night so you slipped on your night gown and put the towel in the hamper. You quietly walked into the kitchen to start breakfast. As you were setting the table you heard the bedroom door open.

“Mmm, do I smell bacon,” Laf asked, “I could just cover myself in it.”

“There are my sleeping beauties. I made breakfast if you couldn’t already smell,” you say proudly.

“This is so good love. What time did you get up to make this? I love you, did you know that?” Alexander rambled on.

“Sweets, you didn’t have to do this. Are you feeling better?” John asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine darling, but I was starving after not having an appetite for a week. I really didn’t plan on sharing.” you said with a soft laugh.

They all looked at you and stopped eating. They looked embarrassed. You started to laugh so hard you snorted.

“What is so funny?” Herc questioned.

“Nothing, I have just never seen Alexander at a loss for words. Of course I made this for all of us,” you said with some more laughs then winked, “Just return the favor later.”

Ficlet based on something @likearootlesstree and I were talking about the other day

Alex took in the sight before him with glee. John on his knees, lacy blue boyshorts framing his ass exquisitely, and his cock hard and straining against the material. His arms were pulled back behind him, tied off at the wrists and midway down his forearms with soft black rope to keep them in place. Alex had thrown open the blinds, allowing the natural light to shine into their bedroom. He stepped forward, and when John looked up at him with large, trusting eyes he looked almost angelic.

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“Alright dear..I’ll be down here or in the living room if you need anything” she said and Alex went upstairs without another word. He slipped under the covers and curled up, pulling his sleeves up. The scars from knives and cigarettes and fading bruises from past ‘homes’ were what kept him sane..reminded him that he had to keep his guard up. Nowhere was safe. Nothing mattered but survival. Life was grey and dull and bleak. Even the strings on his fingers seemed dull some days..This was a new place, but it would be the same.

Nothing would change.

Warning: scars, abuse, mentions of abuse, borderline anxiety attack, just angst in general(tell me if I missed any other triggering things and I’ll add it here)


The next few days after that had been a blur of motion and greys. He was in another school, another county in New York than the last home he had been in. Things were different, but somehow the same.

 Martha had taken Alex shopping with Laf to get him new clothes for school and she didn’t make him pick from the girls section, letting him wander to the mens to pick out some clothes. He still didn’t see why he needed new clothes. He only had room in his duffle for his regular clothes, meaning he had to put away the new ones in the closet of his room.

 “What do you think of this, Alex?” Laf asked when  they had been out getting clothes for him.

 “Its a hoodie..?” Alex replied, a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt laid over his arm to try on.

 “I know that. I mean what do you think of it? Its the biggest one I could find. You said you think baggy sweaters are cute right? Well baggy hoodies are always cool” Laf said with a wink. Alex couldn’t help the tiny smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Alright alright. Give it to me I’ll add it to the pile. Your mom really doesnt play around with clothes..” Alex all but grumbled, taking it to Martha to add to the clothes they were going to get.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much..?” Alex said quietly and Martha waved him off.

“Im sure, sweetie. Why? Is it too much? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” she said and Alex almost felt bad for the worry in her voice. It was lie and he had to remind himself that.

“Its fine..Its just..different..can we just get these three outfits..?” He asked and Martha gave a soft smile.

“Of course. Do you not want any short sleeved shirts..? You’ll get hot, wont you?” she asked, sounding concerned. Alex froze and the past wounds on his arms seemed to sting.

“I’ll be fine, dont worry. I get cold easily, so I like long sleeves” he lied smoothly, ignoring the burning and itching feeling under his skin

“Ah..I see. Well, as long as youre happy” She said and he felt that pang in his chest again.


That had been a week or so ago and Alex was slowly, oh so slowly, adjusting to the new clothes. He didn’t wear them at first, but today he didn’t have a long sleeved shirt to wear, so he threw on the hoodie Laf had picked out for him before it was time for school. It was easily three times his size and hid his body underneath it. His mess of a hair was annoying, though. He looked at the time on his watched that Laf had given him. He still had ten minutes before he had to leave. Slowly stepping from his room, Alex walked down the hall to Lafayette’s room. Knocking, he peeked in the door.

“Hey..um..Laf..? Can I borrow a hairbow..and a brush?” he asked nervously. Laf was looking in a mirror, pulling up his own hair, an eyeliner pencil between his lips.

“Yea sur’ jus’ gra’ i’ off my desk” he said, fixing his hair and then taking the eyeliner to apply some on his eyelids. Alex had long since decided not to question it. Laf liked makeup, Alex had no reason to say otherwise about it. It looked good on him anyways, in his opinion

“Thanks..” he said quietly and went to retrieve the brush. His hair was long and tangled really easily, so he winced and made small noises as he tried to force the tangles out.

“Oh. Oh no Alex don’t do that.” Something else was said in French, but Alex didn’t know what he said.

“Here. Let me help you’ll be balder than dad if you keep that up” Laf huffed, but he was smiling as he held his hand out for the brush. Laf then seemed to have a thought.

“Wait. No touching. Sorry, I forgot..I um-” he was stopped as Alex placed the brush in his hand.

 “It’s..okay..you’ll get it fixed quicker than I can anyways..” Alex said, turning back around so his back was to him.

“Ah.. alright. Here come sit. This is going to take a minute..” Laf said with a gentle tone and chuckle. Alex hesitated a moment, but walked to the bed slowly and sat down. On instinct he looked to see how far the door was from him if he needed to run…but then he felt that pang of guilt in his chest after that thought. Laf wouldn’t..he..Alex shook his head. He was working his way towards a panic attack at this rate. He just needed to breath.

“Just relax. I’m a pro at work out tangles” Laf hummed and used his fingers first to gently start parting his hair and working out the bigger tangles. Honestly it..wasn’t that bad. It was kind of relaxing. With how Laf was humming too..it was really nice.

“You doing alright?” Laf asked and Alex just hummed, nodding slightly.

“That’s good..I’m almost done working the tangles out then I can brush it” he murmured, running his fingers through one section of hair gently then starting on the next. Within a matter of minutes he seemed to deem Alex’s hair ready for brushing and Alex almost melted. He knew his head was sensitive and all, but he didn’t think brushing it was going to be this nice. He felt like he could just go to sleep like this..

“Hairbow?” Laf asked and Alex blinked before remembering he still had it.

“Oh..here” he replied, handing it to the taller boy.

“Merci” he hummed and Alex smiled some. Slowly and carefully Alex felt his hair being pulled back. A moment later the hands were away from his scalp and he reached up to feel the messy bun

“My specialty bun. That baby isn’t coming down today,I promise you that””  he looked back in time to see the wink and his cheeks heated up. The last bun he put his hair into had come down barely an hour after he had put it up.

 “It wasn’t that bad.. thanks..” Alex said after a moment. He took a moment then to look around the room. He had only been in here once or twice. It was decently sized with a mirror on the wall by the window, a dresset by the bed, a tv  on an entertainment center in front of the bed. The walls were covered in posters and a French flag. Alex almost giggled at it. Laf was very proud of his French heritage and Alex understood. His mother was Puerto Rican so he had his own dosage of pride in the fluent Spanish he spoke thanks to his mother teaching him as a child and the foster children and parents over the years he ended up with that spoke Spanish as well. It kept him pretty well versed in speaking it, though honestly he wasn’t the best at reading and writing it. He was taking it in the school now he was in currently, though.

 “Why do you always wear long sleeves? I mean..if it’s scars or something I understand completely..I’m just curious is all”  Alex looked over, seeing Laf sitting a good distance from him on the bed. He didn’t question what he meant and just shrugged.

 “I get cold” Alex said simply.

 “I’ve seen you sweat in an air conditioned room, so I don’t believe that. You don’t have to tell me,but you don’t have to lie to me..we may be foster siblings, but sibling is still apart of the word…so..don’t think you have to hide things. If I can help anything I will..” he said and Alex froze. His instincts said one thing, but his mind said another, only to then have his heart tell him a third way to go. His mind was jumbled and his mouth moved on it’s own as he ignored everything he had beat into his own head.

 “Don’t tell Martha and George” he blurted and Laf frowned, but nodded.

 “I won’t. I’m going to close the door. Is that alright..?” He asked. Laf always made sure to ask about anything he thought might scare Alex.

 “Okay..” Alex said quietly now and Laf moved, shutting the door and sitting back on the bed once he walked back over. Alex hesitated now,not sure if himself anymore, but he slowly breathed in..and then he pulled up his sleeve. He was used to the sight of his marred skin. A lot of the scars were faded, but others were still healing.

 “No, I didn’t do this to myself..” Alex said as he saw Laf open his mouth. Later shook his head.

 “I didn’t think you did..foster parents..?” He asked and Alex nodded.

“The bad ones. Some of the others just thought I did it..these are cigarette burns..some of these are from  a knife..and I think this one was from a plate I broke on accident and the woman I was with..well.. found out..” he pulled the sleeve back down.

“I dont like people staring so I dont let them see..just gonna get tattoos or something one day to hide them..I dunno” Alex shrugged and Laf was quiet a moment before turning so his back was to Alex, pulling up the bottom of his shirt.

 “Wh..what are you-” Laf cut him off as he smiled at Alex from over his shoulder.

 “You showed me your scars, I’ll show you mine so it’s fair. These were from when I was in a bad home bouncing back and forth from my parents house and foster care..” Laf said somberly, lifting his shirt to show Alex. He felt his breath hitch as he saw the long scars on his back it looked like they were from..

 “A whip..” he heard his voice and realized he spoke out loud.

 “Mm. A belt buckle too. I was taken permanently from my home not long after it and was placed back there for almost a year before CPS found out and took me out. A few rounds of counselling and I was in another home for maybe half a year. I was so scared of them I refused to let anyone near me and lashed out if they did did anything that scared me..so they requested I was taken out ‘for theirs and their childrens safety’ they were nice..they were just scared of me..then I was placed here and well..I slowly got better and before long it was my new permanent home” Laf hummed as he pulled his shirt back down in place.

“So..moral of that story, life was fucked, but it got better. Scars aren’t shameful, I see them as a sign you survived. You don’t have to flaunt them around, but understand that you don’t have to be ashamed of them” Laf said and almost patted Alex’s shoulder, but stopped himself with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry” he said and Alex shook his head some.

“It’s okay..we should get downstairs so we don’t miss the bus..and um..thanks again” Alex said and Laf smiled softly, getting up.

“No problem” he said as they left the room to go downstairs, not seeing Martha in the next doorway over, tears streaming down her face and a hand over her mouth.

Helping The General

A/N - Hey y’all! Here is an adorable Hamilton fic featuring Hamilton, Mulligan, Lafayette, Laurens, and our star Lee, Washington! I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to hit that reblog button or send me feedback! I love you all and thanks again for 300 followers!

Word Count: 1,169

           “He’s so stressed.”

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anonymous asked:

1 with Laf and Hercules?

this one takes place back in ye olden days of chapter 11 (when Laf sleeps over after John breaks up with Alex)… enjoy!!

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Who reminds the other to take care of themselves?

“I love Thomas,” Alex breathed softly, and rolled over. Laf’s eyes widened, and he propped himself up on one elbow to peer down at his friend. He loved Thomas? John had only just broken up with him…

Laf stared up at the ceiling in shock for a moment before quietly slipping out of bed, whipping his phone out of his pocket and dialling Herc.

“Laf, are you okay? Is Alex okay?” Herc’s voice anxiously bubbled through the speaker after only one ring.

“I… I think Alex is okay. He is… distant,” Laf muttered softly into his phone.

“Is he sleeping?”

“Yes,” Laf whispered, after looking over at his friend to double-check. “He’s asleep.”

“Good,” Herc murmured. “John got home safe, too…”

Laf bit his lip. “Good,” he said shortly.

“But are you okay, love?” Herc asked gently, and Laf’s heart thawed a little. Herc only used pet names when he was genuinely concerned.

“Yes, I think so…” Laf replied, not really knowing how to respond truthfully. “I… I am worried about Alex. It is good that I’m here, but still…”

“You’re worried,” Herc repeated in an understanding tone. “Same here… but please remember to take care of yourself. I know Alex needs you, but…”

“No. That’s it,” Laf countered. “Alex needs me. I can worry about myself later.”

“No. Worry about yourself now,” Herc said sharply. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh, but… I’m worried about you. You do everything for Alex. Make sure you’re okay.”

“I am,” Laf said with a smile.

“Promise?” Herc asked.

“Promise,” Laf nodded.

“You should go to sleep,” Herc murmured then, his voice sounding tender.

“You as well, chéri,” Laf whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Herc muttered back. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Laf promised, hanging up and slipping back into bed with Alex. It took hours to fall asleep.

Liar Liar

Summary: Alexander Hamilton is an Omega, but no one else knows this. No one else can know this. Even in this day and age, Omegas are still treated as little more than slaves. No rights, no protections, nothing. Alex has to hide his rank from the world for this reason. John Laurens is an Alpha, but like Alexander, he is hiding his rank, ashamed of the Alpha he was born as. Lies stack upon lies upon more lies. How long before they all come crashing down?

Chapter 3

“Yo, Earth to Hamilton, you still with us buddy?” It was John’s voice that pulled him from the memory and he looked up, his face flushing red at the cheeks.

“Hey, welcome back space man. Did you hear anything of what I said?” John asked and Alex smiled sheepishly.

“No?” he said and John rolled his eyes, smiling.

“I asked how your work is coming along. What was it you were writing on again? I think you told me in passing the other day” John asked and Alex hummed.

“Ah, yeah. It’s about this poor omega kid from Michigan. I was doing some research and apparently he was roofied at a party and raped by three of his classmates. He had been passing as a Beta but he found out he was pregnant and now hes being sued because the rapists want him to have the kid and he wanted to abort. Not only that he’s also being sued by his school for ‘endangerment of children’ because he lied about being an Omega. Its pretty sad..” he sighed and John shook his head.

“People say its always the Omega’s fault. But if parents would teach their kids not treat other human beings as fuck toys, things like this wouldn’t be so common..ugh. God that pisses me off so much..” John said and Laf patted his shoulder.

“Not all of the Alpha’s are like this..but sadly still the ones that are out number those who aren’t. Herc, thankfully, is in the minority” He said with a small smile and Alex chuckled.

“Alright loverboy. Spill. Whats going on with you two thats got those hearts in your eyes?” Alex asked and Laf grinned.

“He’s taking me on a vacation to Paris! We’ve been saving  for a while and we finally have enough to go for the week. I’m just. Ah, I’m so excited. I’ve missed my home for so long and I told him how homesick I have been recently and he just” he paused to let out a happy sound, making Alex laugh.

“You’ve got it bad for him man. I guess it’s good, though. Alphas like Hercules give me hope for the world” he said and he hummed when he saw said man walk into the cafe.

“Well speak of the devil. We were just talking about you” Alex said and Hercules laughed.

“Anything interesting?” he teased, kissing Laf’s cheek and handing him a bag. Ah, he was just bringing Laf his lunch. Cute.

“Only the bad things” John joked and Laf swatted his arm.

“Both of you stop” he chuckled and Herc pulled a chair over to the table, taking a seat.

“So what’s the latest gossip around the workplace today?” he asked and Alex rolled his eyes some, smiling.

“Top secret. Wait until the paper comes out and read it for yourself” he said and finished off his coffee.

“That’s no fair. You know I rarely read those.” Herc huffed holding Lafayettes hand after the Frenchman rested his head on Hercules’ shoulder.

“I’m trying to get you in the habit” Alex said pointedly and John chuckled.

“I got a little gossip. I got some friends who know people in DC and I heard word that the first real Omega rights bill might pass. It’s just a rumor, but I’m really hopeful. Its to prevent omega’s from being turned away at stores and restaurants if they’re without an Alpha or Beta. It’s a small step, but they just gotta get a foot in the door.” John said and the conversation went off from there.

“There’s a rally this saturday, me and Alex are going to. You guys wanna join. We could use some muscle this time around” John said, blatantly ignoring Alex’s comment of ‘Alex and I’, with a laugh. They had told the story about the lase rally a few times now over the month, so Herc knew what he meant.

“Sure. I’m off on weekends. Honestly with us all there it’ll look less like me watching out for you guys and more like us being Al’s bodyguards” Herc said, snickering. Alex huffed.

“Yeah yeah I get it. I’m short. My bad that I have an Alpha friend and two Alpha looking Beta friends who over shadow me and my shortness” Alex muttered with a pout and John laughed.

“Oh my god don’t pout its too cute.” John snickered and Alex blinked, his heart jumping a bit.

“Again, not something I can help. I’m short and cute as hell by nature” he retorted and Laf nudged him, looking at him suggestively.

And Alex stepped on his foot under the table in retaliation.

Lunch time came and went and Alex and John had places they had to be. Walking out of the Cafe to leave the couple at their table to being all grossly cute, John stretched.

“Why are you always wearing that scarf man? Its warm out today, aren’t you hot?” John asked as Alex was fixing it after it had started to slip.

“I have a scar on my neck from a few years ago. Its really not flattering. I don’t like people looking at it” He said simply. It wasn’t a lie, at least.. John hummed and nodded.

“Fair enough. If it makes you uncomfortable then you do whatever you need to” he said hands shoved into his pants pockets. Alex smiled some and nodded.

“Thanks for understanding man”

The week came and went and Laf had cleared his schedule to join his lover and friends at the Omega’s Rights rally. Laf had only been to one with Alex before and he had been really anxious because it had been really..hectic, that first time.

“Laf c’mon you’re about to go and see him, stop texting Herc and help me get these waters in my bag. Oh and  toss me my suppressants I need to take one for today” he said as he got his sign Laf had helped him make. It was simple with the most recent phrase for the movement, but he liked it. It was just a white sign that said ‘I Stand For Freedom!   OmegaRights2k17’.

“Of course of course. Ah…here we are” Laf hummed as he walked from the other room.

“Thanks Laf. You almost ready to go?” he asked as he popped a pill into his hand and took it with some water.

“Mm. Herc said he’s picking up John first then swinging by to get us. Apparently there’s talk that some..less than pleasant people there. He doesn’t want to risk us all walking there to meet up” Laf murmured as he got a water for himself to sip on.

“Hm..Well if anything goes down I can hold my own pretty well and John sure as hell can too.” he hummed, adjusting the scarf around his neck. Laf snickered.

“Well..John might be able to, but you can sure run circles around them and confuse them until John can get them” he said with a laugh and Alex huffed.

“Does this give you an ego boost. Picking on an Omega. Because I’ll have you know sir-” he was cut off at the knock at the door and he got up from the floor, hiding his suppressants in his bag before going to the door. Opening it, he was met with the faces of his two friends.

“Hey guys. Thank god youre here Herc if I heard Laf say another word about missing you I might have chucked myself out the nearest window” he teased as he looked back at his friend over his shoulder, who rolled his eyes at Alex’s words.

“Well I’ll have him off your hands soon enough” Herc laughed as Alex let them inside. Ah, that was right. Laf was moving out soon and moving in with Herc. Ugh that would be great. Not. He’d have to look for another roommate to keep up with the rent.

“Great, take him. I can live without his makeup spread all over the bathroom” he snickered, but Laf knew Alex wasn’t taking the move great. They were really close, so Alex would have to adjust with someone else living with him. Not to mention he would have to start hiding his rank again..his name was on the lease and that was a big illegal no-no for Omega’s.

“I’m offended” Laf said in mock hurt and Alex snickered.

“You have to admit you have a lot of stuff in that bathroom. I have one bottle of 2 in one shampoo and conditioner and a brush for my hair. Everything else in there is all you man” he laughed as Laf opened a mouth to protest, then closed it in defeat.

“Thats what I thought. He, you okay, John? You’re awfully quiet.” Alex hummed as he sat back on the floor with his signs and bag.

“Yeah..just..did Laf tell you about the rumors going around about the rally?..” John finally spoke, leaning against a wall, looking anxious. Alex looked confused, shaking his head.

“No, he didn’t. Whats up?” Alex asked, looking at Laf and then back to John.

“Theres this..Alpha group coming to protest the rally..and..they’re bringing their Omega’s to ‘set an example’” John said, sounding disgusted. Alex froze. Thats why Laf didn’t tell him..shit.

“Jesus..” he muttered and John nodded.

“Yeah. If I get arrested, promise you’ll bust me out” John said, trying to joke and Alex tried to force a smile.

“No promises. I could act as your illegal lawyer who still isnt out of law school. If that fails then I’ll rally the guys at work to break you out” he hummed, sipping on his water.

“I’ll hold you to that man. Because if I see something like that I’m gonna go down for manslaughter” he sighed and Alex managed to smile.

“Actually they’d probably get you for murder 1 at the least.” he said and John hummed.

“I can live with that. They cant prove it was premeditated if y’all don’t snitch on me” he laughed softly and the others laughed as well. Against his better judgement, Alex tried to keep positive that everything would be okay.

“Don’t touch me.”

Lafayette didn’t think that Alex had come out of his room since Friday evening when he came home from school. It was Sunday morning now, and Lafayette just realized he hadn’t seen Alex at all on Saturday. Perhaps he was working on a project? Lafayette knew that sometimes Alex was careless with his health and forgot to eat. He thought it was best to check up on him.

He knocked softly before cracking the door open. The room was dark. Maybe he was still asleep? “Alexander?” he asked, opening the door just slightly more to let himself in. “Mon ami? Are you sleeping?” That’s when he noticed the hunched figure in the corner of his bed, wrapped in his thick blue blanket. “Alexander?” Lafayette approached the boy, placing his hands on what he assumed were his shoulders.

Alex’s body twitched and her jerked away, hiding his face. “Don’t touch me!” he exclaimed. Lafayette pulled away, worry etched onto his face. Alexander’s breathing was hard and his body was trembling. “D-don’t touch me…” he croaked. Lafayette caught a glimpse of his face, and though it was shrouded in shadows, he noticed the bloodshot puffy eyes and the dried tear streams.

“Oh, mon ami… What is wrong?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Alexander grunted and shifted away. Lafayette inched closer, going slow to not startle him. “Do I need to tell Martha and George?”

Alex tensed. “N-no,” he muttered, curling up tightly. He released a shaky breath, resting his chin on his knees. “It’s just… I haven’t been feeling like myself, Laf,” he admitted. He lifted his head when Lafayette held out an arm for him, hesitantly crawling into his side and letting his adoptive brother hold him as he rested his head on his chest. “Laf, what am I?” he mumbled.

Lafayette pulled the blanket down to reveal Alex’s head, combing his fingers through his messy and greasy hair. “You are Alexander,” he replied with a fond smile.

Alex exhaled sharply through his nose in a semi-laugh. “I mean… Laf, am I a boy or a girl?” he wondered, sounding as if he were galaxies away.

“You are whatever you want to be, mon ami,” Lafayette assured, tilting his head so he would look at him. “I know you are feeling confused right now, with all of the changes. But you must know this, Alexander: A lot of people love and support you. Me, George, Martha, John, Hercules… You won’t go through this alone. We will always be there for you when you need us.” He rested his head on Alexander’s. “We’ll get through this, mon ami.”

Alexander fell quiet, listening to the sound of Lafayette’s calming heartbeat for a moment. “Hey, Laf?”

“Yes, Alexander?”

“You know what I really need right now?”

Lafayette hugged him tighter. “What do you need, mon ami?”

“Food. I’m starved.”

Lafayette chuckled and helped him off the bed, wrapping the blanket around his shoulder like a cape. “Oui. I think Martha was making lunch. Shall we see if she’s done?” Alexander nodded and allowed Laf to lazily slump an arm around his shoulders and carefully lead him down the stairs to the kitchen.

anonymous asked:

I defs ship poly hamilsquad as a whole but I can't seem to get into hamlaf, idk why

I FEEL YOU? LIKE MAN I love both Laf and Alex and I can’t ship them solo together. unless it’s the 4 of them, like I also can’t ship Laurens and Mulligan together. idk, perhaps it’s because i relate both laf and alex to myself and laurens and mulligan to my wife so it’s like… shipping with myself… idk my ideas as to why i can’t understand certain ships are unorthodox. BUT I UNDERSTAND enTIRELY. 

I kinda wanna tell yall about myself so I think I’m gonna:

-laf clearly isn’t my real name just a name on here I prefer to go by

-17 and almost 18 year-old

-Non-binary,pansexual, and poly sexual

-they/them pronouns please

-Im in band and I am percussionist

-i own a lot of tye-dye shirts, school shirts, and musical shirts. That’s most of my clothes tbh.

-I move around my room a lot

-Ducks are a good animal

-My ceiling is covered in pride flags

-i work as a performer for a local parade company

-im 6 foot and taller than most of my friends

-Im in drama but can’t act 😂😂 so I do stage crew

-Stickers are the shit

-I have a cat and two dogs

-I clean my parents room for money

-I have three other blogs. There’s my main, this one, a one that’s for a different special interest, and then I run a porn blog. It’s great.

-I love the so solute fuck out of space

-both my bedroom door and closet door are covered in drawings and stickers

-i act like I can draw and paint

-plant parent

-middle child and the only child of three that can take care of themseles

Anyway, I hope you have a good day, friend. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Literally no one talks to me on here so I’ll answer in like two seconds.


xiayane  asked:

Headcanon: Herc will get Laf a cat. (Of course one where the probability that Lafs allergy break out is really low.)

Oh hell yes thats gonna happen. I would hate myself if Laf never got a cat