i wonder if i have him tagged as alex or alexander

Boys (S.D.R. x Reader)

AN: there might be a part two? Maybe. We’ll see. 

Tag Crew: @artisticgamer @huffleheyguys @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Request: @megabooklover18 - Then could I request the democratic republicansx reader where one of them accidentally punched the reader and then they panic and go into mother hen mode?

Warning: fuck boys 

Word Count: 1,688


You and the boys were sprawled out on the lawn of the courtyard relaxing after class. This week, all of your schedules were filled with free periods due to the three day long talent show of sorts that your school put on every year before break. All of these free periods meant more time with your boys, which you greatly appreciated. Everyone was grateful for the easy week, with a few exceptions.

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There are so many to chose from, so I thought I’d make this. 

They will be split up in to ships, and then into six other categories. So, here we go! The other ships will be on other posts, but when they’re done, I’ll link em.

Lams (John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton)

Modern AUs

Something They Can Never Take Away by a_mind_at_work  (@undiscoveredstory here on tumblr)

Word Count: 65,524 (WIP)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?

Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend. 

i saw the whole story unwind by pocky_slash ( @fourteenacross here on tumblr)

Word Count: 132,888 (complete)

Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining.
(AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)

Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it. 

Wine and Dine by UpsideAround (wont let me tag, here’s a link)

Word Count: 17,372 (complete) 

Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.

Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful. 

In Pursuit of Happiness by theother51 (can’t find them on here, if you know em, tag em)

Word Count: 70,290 (complete) 

Summary: Squabble (v.) - to quarrel noisily over a trivial matter.
“Alexander and John squabbled over who should get the last box of Cool Markers in the store.”

Personal Comment: Hamilton, Laurens, teachers; arguing over markers. I rest my case. There is nothing more to say, than, read this goddamn fic. 

Fix it AUs

A Complete, Unmatched Set by triedunture (it wouldn’t let me tag them; so here’s a link http://stuffimgoingtohellfor.tumblr.com) – Contains more than just lams, (eliza/alex & john/eliza) but still.

Word Count: 10,187 (complete)

Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.

Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.

Other AUs

We are powerless by Sammyy (I can’t find their tumblr, but if they have one, feel free to tag them) 

Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way) 

Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting.
“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!”
People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.” 

Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.

Historical Fics

Apple by Madtom_Publius (Can’t find them here, if you know them tag em)

Word Count: 1,602 (complete, one shot)

Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective. 

Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.

Ocular by iniquiticity (can’t tag, here’s a link!

Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye
He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.

Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again. 

Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!! 

Language of Love (Lafayette x Reader)

Requested by anon: sorry to bother u but: readerxlaf, the reader works at a book store and laf is trying to get books to improve his english but keeps coming back even after he speaks english very well

TW: Poorly translated French, Swearing in French

A/N: I feel like this was really sloppy. I am so sorry.


Lafayette wonders the large bookstore, dragging his fingers across the spines of the books that he can’t read. He picked up a few words when he arrived, but he still barely knows how to say “Hello”. He looks at the covers for some sort of picture to represent translating. Since he isn’t paying attention to where he is going, he bumps into one of the most beautiful people he has ever laid eyes on.

You bend down to pick up the book you dropped. “Do you need help?”

“Oui,” he answers.

You nod slowly. “Translate?”

He nods frantically. “Oui.”

You smile and motion for him to follow you. You guide him to the front where the reference books are. He flips through a few of the books to make sure that they actually are French and heads to the front desk. After the old lady in front of him leaves, he approaches you with a stack of books. You smile when you see him. “I see you found some books.”

He gives you a confused look.

You giggle. “Hopefully, these will help.”


You wipe down the counters one last time before you have to open the store. You walk passed the door to put the rag away and see the same man who bought the French books about a week ago standing outside. You smile and open the door for him.

“Bonj-or hello,” he greets.

“I see the books helped.”

“Yes, but I was wondering if you had anything else.”

You will admit, his English is still broken, but you are able to understand him. You nod and lead him to the same section.

“Mer-thank you.”

It doesn’t take long before he approaches the front desk with a stack almost as big as last week’s. You laugh and shake your head slightly. “You’re going to speak better English than me before long.”

He chuckles. “Personne ne peut être meilleur que vous.”

You raise your eyebrows to ask what he said, but he shakes his head and swipes his card to pay for the books.

Not even a week later he comes back at opening. “Hello again,” you greet. “I assume you know where the language books are.”

“Yes, but that’s not what I’m here for.” He speaks slowly, trying to process the words.

“What do you need help with?”

“Mon ami, Alex, l'anniversaire est- oh, désolé. Je veux dire, my friend’s birthday is soon, and I have no idea what he would like.”

“What does he do?” you ask in an attempt to be helpful.


You giggle. “That’s it?”


You lead him to the back of the store and show him the collection of journals and other things that Alex may like.

“Thank you!” he calls as he runs out the door.


You walk around the store, looking for the French man. You still don’t know his name, but he came in almost every week for a few months. You knew he had to speak perfect English by now, but you never questioned him because, frankly, you enjoyed spending time with him. It’s been a week since you’ve seen him.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar French accent. “Alex, please don’t embarrass me.”

The other man, Alex, starts laughing. “You know me well enough to know that I will definitely embarrass you.”

“Why did I ask you again?”

“Beats me.”

You walk closer to the pair and watch as the French man lowers his voice and points to you. Alex nods and walks over to you.

You smile. “Hi, do you need any help?”

He turns so his back is to his friend and you are facing him. “Listen, my friend, the one who owns everything that remotely translates French, has a huge crush on you.”

You blush and smile.

“It seems like you feel the same. So, since he doesn’t have the guts to ask you out, I’m going to. I just need you to pretend to flirt with me, then give me your number. Knowing Laf, he’ll get really jealous and ask you out. Sound good?”

You stare at him for a few minutes, trying to process everything he just said. You press a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush at the unexpected contact, and write your number on his hand before walking away, swinging your hips, leaving the men dumbfounded. Laf doesn’t wait for Alex to come back before following you. “(Y/N),” he calls, prompting you to turn around. “What did Alex tell you?”

“That you liked me,” you confess as though you were back in high school.

“So you kissed him?”

You shake your head and sigh. “He said that I should make you jealous. It seems as though his plan worked.”

“Cette putain de…” he mutters. “Pardon, my French.”

You laugh, causing him to smile. “I would much rather kiss you.”

“Then, could I have your number?”

You give him a toothy grin. “Oui.”

Studying Laurens' Anatomy

Okay, so this is my very first Hamilton musical smut/fic. This is basically porn without plot and I have no regrets. Too lazy to bold anything right now, but I’ll probably fix it later on lol.

Word Count: 2,170 words

Tag List (Lemme know if and what you want to be tagged in): @flawlessglamazon @neeadinghugs

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (male giving and receiving), mmf, boyxboy,(get over it), Lams, anal sex, yada yada yada.

“Laf, have you seen Alex and John?” I asked, setting down my bag on the couch. Herc, Aaron, and Laf giggled at the mentions of our shared best friends before the Frenchman motioned towards Alexander’s bedroom and replied,“Oui, mon ami. They are in Alexander’s room, waiting for you. They are studying. ”

I raised an eyebrow at their slightly childish actions but didn’t question it as I picked up my bag and walked to enter Alex’s room. Just as I started to walk corner, I heard Burr declare,“Yeah enjoy your studying of the anatomy. ”

I didn’t even stop to knock, instead, I pushed up the door and what greeted me instead of my two best friends studying was Alex giving John a blowjob.

I froze and I felt my wetness trickling between my thighs then took in the smallest of details that I could at the moment. How tight Laurens had his eyes clenched shut as Alex sucked at his cock while rolling his balls between his fingers and how hot he looked while getting a blowiob. My bag slipped from my grasp and hit the floor with a heavy thud, unintentionally announcing my arrival. Alex tossed a look over his shoulder then grinned at me, precome dripping down his chin, before he rolled off the bed, his dick jolting out. He was long and thick and I nearly moaned at the sight.

“I-I was told that we was going to study. ” I stuttered out awkwardly, not taking my eyes off of his cock. He chucked and kissed just below my ear, then smirked when he felt my body shudder at the feeling of the kiss before he declared, “We are gonna study, Princess. Look at Laurens over there.” My eyes wondered up Alexander’s lean body then over his shoulder to see Laurens and boy was he a sight to see.

His hand was wrapped around his cock and he was stroking himself, clearly chasing the orgasm that Alexander had refused him of, then he asked softly, “Can she come play with us,Alex?”

“Quiet, love, that’s up to her. (Y/N)?” Alex asked, tipping my head up to meet his dark eyes, before he declared, “You don’t have to. You can walk out and act like this never happened. Or you can treat my baby boy since you ruined his blowjob.” I wrapped my hand around his thick, uncut cock then pulled him down his neck before crushing my lips to his in a delicate kiss.

But I learned in that moment that Alexander didn’t like delicate; in fact, he thrives for the harsh and biting kisses. He gripped my ass in a tight grip, my hand tightening around his length, and pulled away before I panted,“Let me go treat our good boy.”

He grinned and I released him then walked to Laurens who was writhing like mad on the bed, still not able to reach his peak. I knelt between his legs then ran my index finger along the prominent vein that ran along the underside of his cock, his hips jerking sideways in reaction. His hazel eyes hooded as his lips patted then I slipped the head into my mouth.

He groaned softly at the heat of my mouth then turned to look at Hamilton as he claimed the space beside me. I turned a little to glance at what he was doing, but didn’t get a chance because Alex laced his fingers through my hair and shoved me down Laurens’ cock. I gagged slightly when I got to the base but forced myself to continue.

I finally figured out what Alex was doing when I heard him moan beside me. I blushed and slid my left hand down the front of my shorts in search of my clit.

Alex tsked at me then smacked my hand away before he ordered,“You don’t touch yourself with my saying so, understand, baby girl?” My head bobbed up and down on John’s cock then whined against his shaft,“I understand, Alex.”

“Good, now be a good girl and let John come down your throat. You better swallow too.” My eyes widened as I met John’s gaze then rolled his balls between my fingers, finally allowing him to come. He groaned loudly, forcing my head to stay in place as his hips bucked into my mouth. I swallowed every string of come that was forced down my throat then opened my mouth to prove that I had swallowed it all.

“Such a good little girl, listening to me. Now, strip and lemme see you.” Alex ordered, laying beside Laurens who draped himself across his best friend’s chest. They watched my every move as I pulled off my shirt and wiggled my shorts down to my ankles before stepping out of them. They shared a groan and Alex stood up before yanking me into the length of his body.

“Alex.” I whined, digging my nails into his chest. He smiled then patted my bottom before he asked, “What do you need, Princess?” I whimpered and sucked at the skin of his neck, leaving a hickey behind, then begged, “Please touch me… Sir.”

He slung me around and shoved me onto the bed beside John then the curly haired boy kissed me until I was breathless and sobbed as Alex sucked my clit into his mouth. He chuckled and pinned my hips to the bed as Laurens continued to kiss me.
“Fuck, you taste wonderful, Princess.” Hamilton groaned, tracing my clit before yanking on it. I cried out at the sharp pain and pleasure that pulsed though my body then shuddered as he slid a finger into me.

“Oh, God…” I gasped, eyes fluttering open. He chuckled and shoved another finger along with the first then stated simply, “Not God, but close. Very, very close, love. Hang on, cause I’m about to make you come.” I tangled my fingers through his hair as John played with my breasts then arched my entire body towards Hamilton when he forced three fingers in all while swirling his thumb against my clit.

I bucked against him then pleaded half incoherent, half full on begging for him to let me come. He smirked and met my eyes then ordered, “Keep your eyes open and I’ll make sure that your legs will quake when you come.” I did as he said and when the fever finally hit the highest it could go, Alexander felt it and sunk a finger into my ass, thankfully it was soaked with my wetness.

I screamed as I came and John tried his damnest to keep me quiet but it was hard as Alex continued to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy and ass. I whined and pushed against him then begged, “Please fuck me, Alex.”

“Patience, my love. I’ll give you what you want in good time. But first, you’ve got to get our baby boy hard again. “ he informed me, motioning up to Laurens who’s eyes was glued to Hamilton’s fingers as he pulled them out. I smirked down at the dark haired man then assured him, “Don’t worry, I think I can handle that task.”

John’s mouth dropped open as I straddled his hips then shared a groan with me when I started to rock into him, my heat brushing his cock as I grinded into him. I gripped his shoulders tightly then bent at the waist to crash my lips into his. We nipped at one another’s lips, tongues mingling with each other, and I felt Alexander slip his hand in between John and I’s bodies to grab his best friend’s cock, pressing the head of it to my entrance.

Laurens groaned against my mouth then whined as I suckled the skin beneath his ear, “Fuck, Alexander, please let me fuck her until she screams. She sounds so pretty when she screams for us. “

“John.” I panted, backing up towards Hamilton’s hand. He tsked and pulled my hair to make me look back at him before he murmured, ”Fuck him slowly, Princess. Make him beg it. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

I reached up and tangle my hands through Laurens’ hair the best I could then sunk down on his cock as slow as I could manage. Alexander chuckled then asked, “You ready to beg yet? “ My bottom lip trembled and I forced myself to stay quiet when John shook his head no, determined to be stubborn, and I nearly cried when Alex stated,”Well, then, you’re just going to be punishing our Princess because if you’re not going to beg, she’s not going to be able to fuck herself on your dick. And that’s just selfish, Laurens. “

“I’m not going to beg for it this time, Alexander. I refuse. “John stated, hands claiming my hips. I fell forward then snapped, ”Well, if you’re not going to beg then I fucking will.”

Alexander shook his head then said, ”Nope. It doesn’t work like that, Princess. Laurens will either beg or I’ll leave him like that for a week.”

“That’s not fair, Alex! Please!” I whimpered, looking back at him. He smirked and turned to look at his best friend then declared,”Just do it for her, John. You know you want to.”
Laurens groaned as I looked down at him, lip tucked between my teeth, then whined,”Please, John, I want to fuck you.”
He groaned and hung his head then met his best friend’s eyes before he began pleading, “Please let her fuck me, Alex. I’ve been good all day. I haven’t touched her at all, please.” Hamilton shrugged and shoved me down Laurens’ cock, causing us both to curse as I began to bounce.

“Fuck yeah, Princess, keep that up. “ John ordered, before spanking me. I groaned into his neck, teeth grazing the skin of his shoulder, then Alex ordered, “Flip her and fuck her like you mean it, baby boy.” John grinned wolfishly at me before slamming me on my back then picked up his pace, setting one of relentlessness. I mewled and writhed against the mattress then sunk my nails into his back as Alex placed his hand on the small of Laurens’ back.

“Don’t move too fast, love, she might not make it to the best part.” Hamilton warned, skimming his teeth over John’s ear lobe. The darker skinned boy shuddered at the warning then slowed his speed, hips now grinding into me instead of pumping in and out.

“Now,Princess, I’m about to fuck baby boy into the sweetest of oblivions so just watch his pretty eyes and tell me what you see.” Alexander informed me as he opened what I assumed was a bottle of lube. I nodded eagerly then purred,”Yes, Alexander, please fuck his ass.” John groaned at my words then pinned my hands above my head before he warned, “As soon as he gets his dick in me, I swear to fuck, I’m going to ruin you, beautiful.”

“I look forward to it.” I replied then cried out in sync with the curly haired boy as Alex sunk deep into Laurens, forcing him deeper into me. I whimpered then locked eyes with Hamilton and begged, ”Please fuck me harder.” He grinned and kissed Laurens’ cheek as he picked up his pace, pounding into John’s ass, rocking him into me.

I mewled and struggled against the hold on my hands as I rocked my hips closer to the curly haired man’s but when Alexander shoved me down by reaching around and placed a hand on my abdomen, I sobbed and begged for him to make me come, only to receive a smirk in return.

“Dammit, please! I’ll do anything, please just let me come.” I gasped, finger nails finding perchance in the pillow that I had laid my head on. John shot a look over his shoulder and Alexander nodded then his hand traced down from my stomach to my clit where he applied much needed pressure.

“Anytime now, Princess.” Alexander grunted, eyes attempting not to fall shut as he moved closer to his own orgasm. I sobbed and arched against John, eyes clenched shut as I shuddered when my climax finally hit me like a fret train.

Me coming seemed to set John off, who’s head laid in the crook of my neck, panting as we continued a slow grind with one another then Alexander growled his release. We rolled apart and Laurens pulled me into his side for cuddling.

“You’re fucking lucky that I’m on birth control, you fucker.” I murmured as I kissed his chest. He smirked then replied,”I think we would make very cute babies.”

“Shut up,Laurens.” Alexander chuckled as he wiped both John and I clean of sticky come. After discarding the wash cloth, he turned to me and declared,”After our nap, we can really study this time.”

A knock sounded at the bedroom door then Burr’s voice followed it, “We’re ordering pizza, you motherfuckers. Let us know when you’re done studying

going on a date hcs;

Hamilsquad fluff with their s/o please? Maybe dates they would go on with each other or just going on an outing in general? - @cookiepixel

boss’ memo : not to be confused with dating hcs

  • alex has got this odd thing where he wants to go to a fancy restaurant and at the same time he is terrified of being in one (the very moment that he steps one foot through the door, he enters Panic Mode–though it may be difficult to tell with how well he hides it, he’ll be sure to let out a breath the moment you leave as well as mumble something along the lines of “thank you i’m done here”)
    • it’s not that he feels underdressed or self-conscious–hercules would never let him out of the house otherwise. he manages to fit and stand out all at once,, it’s a good look for him
      • your presence (as does the presence of the other boys) does comfort him to the extent that he won’t turn and hightail it out of there immediately, but you can still see in the way his eyes will dart from table to table, and how he holds the tension in his shoulders
    • yet, if you ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal, he’d overall summarize it with, “lots of fun but never again”
      • (though he’d expand that into a paragraph of rambling)
      • (which is fine)
    • alex is skilled when it comes to sneaking kisses and touches in public, so you may experience That,,
      • (especially if you’re on a date, ‘cause he likes to see you get playfully angry,,, he won’t go overboard, just enough so he can savor your expression)
  • on dates in general, lafayette tends to be big on complimenting all of you while resting his head on one of his hands. he wants to see you guys all flustered by him! leaving you all blushy and covering your faces and giggling makes him feel powerful in the very best way possible! (he might make an, “i’m too strong” joke, even)
    • laf would honestly rather stay at home, wrapped up in a blanket with you and watching movies and maybe smiling to himself ‘cause he’s kind of watching your cute reactions rather than the movie. he might fumble over his words a bit if you ask him what he thinks so far may end up admitting the truth or giving a compliment to the movie that he actually intended for you,,
      • “laf, what do you think of it so far?”
        “wonderful. i love yo–the movie. i love the movie. the movie is wonderful.”
    • though, if you do go out, he’s the type to excitedly pull you (and, by extension, the others) over to the window of a store if he spots something that reminds him of one of you that he’d like to buy as a gift,, he’s always looking for gifts, and a frequent question from him is, “i saw you looking at [item], do you like it?”
  • hercules loves going on dates !!! he wants to go on every date!! spending time with you always makes him happy, and he usually defaults to taking you to their (the rev set’s) favorite bar.
    • though, if that’s not your style, and you’re the type to stay up all night / willing to do this for him–he really likes going on late night walks. he tends to stick to areas where the shops and restaurants are still open, and you can hear the excited murmuring of others around you.
      • he’s a big fan of the way the streetlights look,, he goes on these walks weekly and would be honored if you tagged along !! (he’s never alone on his outings, as one of you always wants to go with him, sometimes all of you just go on an impromptu date just like that)
      • he doesn’t really buy anything, he just likes enjoying the moment, but if you seem interested in anything, he’s fine with going over and getting something for you if you’d like him to!
    • generally he’s pretty easy-going, so if you’re the type for fancy dates, he won’t actually mind tagging along! (provided its nowhere too noisy !)
      • he really likes holding hands while you’re all walking, though he usually only holds one person’s hand at a time so he can have a free one,, either way, it’s pretty cute how he plays with your hand and rubs his thumb gently over your knuckles, or traces the lines on your palm,,
  • john’s such a nerd,, he moves quietly and enjoys startling alex by popping up behind him while you guys are out. often he gets separated from the group, but he’s always quick to return (usually with some cool thing he saw,, it’s often a small trinket or another notebook to add to his ever growing collection). there’s also a high chance that he’ll bring you back something nice, too!
    • he usually prefers to go on dates that involve more than two of you, as he finds it easier to keep up conversation with more people, and just listening amuses him in general!! he especially loves when everyone gets into playful debates,, (arguing over the superior pasta, discussing the best powerpuff girl, etc)
      • (it’s especially fun when alex pulls out his phone to cite his sources because of course he does)
      • (he finds it difficult to keep up conversation alone, and while he’s fine with comfortable silence, he’s unsure if this makes you uncomfortable or not–if it doesn’t, then dates with him only are perfectly fine)
    • he’s the one who would stargaze on the roof with you, and he’d maybe bring a few snacks,, he’ll mostly be quiet, as he looks up–but if you’d like to point out constellations or talk in general, he’s all fine with that, too!! he’s just basking in the heavens and in your presence (which is also heavenly)
      • (he might nap? oops. it simply means he’s feeling relaxed around you!)
  • majority of your dates are with all of them, and while they take long to organize, they’re always fun!
    • since they’re easiest to organize, sitting in the living room under a blanket and marathoning your shows / movies of choice is the most frequent kind of date that you all go on ! 
{ five's company // ch. 17 }

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a/n: hello! i’m trying to get better at updating for this story. the goal is for a new chapter each friday. hope you like it!

t/w: implication of sex

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“They’re very affectionate here.” You mumbled, looking around at all the couples who were openly holding hands and sharing sweet kisses. 

Alex managed a little laugh, swinging your intertwined hands gently. “You just noticed?” 

“Where do you think Laf gets his tenacity from?” John teased, making you laugh a little. 

“I never hear any of you complaining.” Laf scoffed, hands intertwined with Hercules’ as you walked down the streets together.

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He is not the one

The reader leaves notes in Alex’s locker and Alex falls in love with the person through the notes, but the reader is devastated when someone else takes credits for the notes and Alex starts dating them.

‘There he is,’ you thought as you ducked around the corner to watch the young man go up to his locker.

He opened his locker and a piece of paper slipped out and fluttered to the ground.

He threw his books into his locker and picked up the paper, reading the note that you had left him.

You turned away, hiding so that he wouldn’t be able to see you.

That smile was a real killer, along with his beautiful eyes. They encaptured you, ensnared you until you could think of nothing else.

You laid awake at night, thinking of his beautiful face and the amazing words that came from his amazing brain.

He was brilliant.

He was Alexander Hamilton, the only man that you had ever had eyes for.

However, you were too shy and nervous to go over and talk to him.

So the only thing that you thought to do was write notes to him.

Mainly little poems that you came up with late at night. Sometimes you just wrote to him, you told him how you felt and then didn’t leave a name or a way to trace you back to the letter.

Then you would slip it into his locker, and hide until he got here shortly after fifth period.

After you saw him read the note, you would take off, running all the way to sixth period that the two of you shared.

AP Government with Mr. Washington.

You sat at your seat and tried to make yourself look presentable, then buried your head in your textbook.

As soon as Alexander and his friends came in, you listened to what they were saying.

They were talking about the note that you had left.

“Who do you think could be leaving them?” Alexander asked. You perked up. That was actually the first time that you heard him question them about who it could be.

They all thought for a moment before throwing out a few names, none of which were yours. You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved.

“We should ask around, maybe someone would have seen something,” Hercules suggested.

“Sounds good to me, nothing else I’ve tried seems to work. They always seem to get there before I can,” Alex replied.

Before anyone could say anything else Mr. Washington began class. You would have to wait and see what happens.


By the end of the day the entire school was buzzing with excitement about the notes. That was quick.

Whispers were filling the hallways, wondering about the mystery person.

It frightened you a little bit, would you be able to leave letters now, or would everyone be watching you.

Suddenly your ears caught something that made your heart freeze.

“Did you hear? It was Thomas Jefferson leaving the notes to Alex!”


You had to be hearing wrong. Did he take credit for your doings?

You ran to go find Alex, only to see him making heart eyes at Jefferson.

Thomas looked up at you and smirked. He had known all along, and now you were paying for it.

Tears ran down your face, and you took off for home.


You spent that night penning down your thoughts onto a sheet of paper.

You weren’t good at confrontation, and there was no one else to help you figure out what to do.

My dearest Alexander,

Do not believe what people have told you. Jefferson is not the one that has been leaving you these notes.

I am too afraid to tell you who I am. It makes me anxious and all I can do is admire you from afar.

If you want to be with Jefferson there is nothing that I can do to stop you. But you deserve to know the truth.

He is not the one that you fell in love with. He is not the one that stays up until three in the morning, writing these notes.

He is not the one who memorizes every aspect of your face and daydreams about the possibilities that we could have together.

He is not the one that leaves class everyday to deliver the notes to your locker. He is not the one that makes heart eyes at you from across the classroom.

He is not the one that you wanted.

But again, it is your choice. If you are happy with him, go to him. I will stay out of the way.

All I want is for you to be happy.

I will always be yours.

Goodbye Alexander. I love you.

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Cups of coffee

 *Lafayette x reader
*Word count: 1051

Summary: You work at a coffee shop in New York and Lafayette comes in twenty minutes early. Fluff ensues.

A/N: I’m basically going through all of my writing and fixing it up, because it’s all horrible lmao. Anyways, enjoy and sorry if I missed any mistakes!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by saymaybetothis

It was an average day in New York. The weather was cold and windy, there was loud honking from cabs who were stuck in traffic, and everyone was pushing past each other harshly. No one ever seemed to be in the mood to be a somewhat decent person in the early morning rush of New York City.

Y/n finally made her way to the small coffee shop her family owned, unlocking the cafe and walking inside. Y/n let out a sigh of relief as she took of her coat and walked behind the counter to prepare her own coffee before the shop opened for the day.

There was a ding, signaling the doors had opened. Y/n walked to the front, frowning to see a very cute man, wide eyed with hair pulled up into a bun. “Sir, we’re not open for another 20 minutes-” He cut her off, panting. “I know, I know, but I have to get to work in the next,” he paused and checked his phone, eyes widening. “Ten minutes, please just make me one cup, I’ll pay double and everything.”

Y/n sighed, before nodding her head, taking his order and going to turn on the coffee machine. She then turned back to face him to study him more, smiling when she saw him walking around nervously. “Hey, you okay?” He looked at her and shrugged.

She laughed a bit and nodded, turning back to continue working on his black coffee. Y/n wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of someone drinking something so plain. Especially someone who didn’t seem plain at all. She finally finished the drink and turned back to give the man his coffee, smiling softly at him despite how tired she was.

“The total is $5.50.” The man smiled as he took the coffee from her hands and set it down on the counter, reaching into his pocket to pull out a $20 bill. He handed the money to you, taking his coffee and stepping away from the counter. He turned around and made his way towards the door.

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

He didn’t turn around, he only stopped and talked over his shoulder. “I told you I’d pay double.”

It had been a week since Y/n served coffee to the man with the really great hair– She had to admit, she was a bit jealous that he managed to make a bun look so good.

Y/n unlocked the door to the cafe, walking back behind the counter to repeat her daily routine. Put her purse away in the back room, hang up her coat, and turn on the coffee machine to prepare her own coffee for the day. She didn’t want to be a total bitch when she was serving people their coffee.

But for some reason, she kept hoping that the man would show up again today, begging her to make him his coffee twenty-minutes early.

The door suddenly chimed, making Y/n look up from her phone and give the customer her signature ‘hi-what-can-I-get-you-please-don’t-order-anything-crazy’ smile. The man smiled, running a hand through his shoulder-length hair and walked towards the counter. “Hi, uh, are you Y/n?”

Y/n chuckled and looked down at her shirt that showed off her nametag before looking up at the man. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure my name is Y/n.” The man chuckled nervously, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at her. “Can I get your number?” Her once relaxed posture stiffened. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and frowned, trying to find a way to decline his request.

His eyes widened when he noticed how uncomfortable she felt. “Uh, not for me. I-It’s for my friend, he came in like a week ago. He was tall, he had curly hair pulled up into a bun, uh, he was also dark skinned? He also had a French accent! His name is Lafayette.” Y/n smiled when he mentioned his name, “why couldn’t Lafayette himself come get my number himself?” She laughed, pulling out a piece of paper to write her name and number down.

“He’s been sick all week and asked me to come get it,” he laughed, shrugging as he took the small piece of paper from her. She nodded her head. “Well, thank you mr..?” He smiled, shaking her hand, “Alexander Hamilton. Call me Alex.” Y/n nodded, waving goodbye as he walked out the door hurriedly.

After another long day, Y/n locked the door of the cafe and began her long trek home, singing quietly under her breath to a Halsey song she had been playing in the cafe earlier.

When she finally reached home, she collapsed onto her couch and let out a soft groan, a buzz from her phone pulling her out of her thoughts.

Uh hey! It’s Lafayette, I had my friend come and get your number earlier. Sorry I couldn’t come myself but I’ve been pretty damn sick and well.. uh, ya know. Anyways, I should be getting better soon so I was wondering if you wanted to.. maybe go on a date?? It’s fine if you don’t, you probably have a boyfriend considering how beautiful you are.
Sent at 10:55pm

She laughed at the text, beginning to answer when her phone went off again.

Fuck! Why did I send that? Um anyways, sorry about that. You’re probably weirded out right now. Uh anyways, I’ll stop bugging you.
Sent at 10:55pm

You’re so sweet! No, I don’t have a boyfriend and yes, I would love to go out with you :)
Sent at 10:56pm

Sweet, how about this Saturday at 7pm?
Sent at 10:58pm

They both proceeded to text back and forth, smiling when she shut off her phone and let out a dreamy sigh.

Thank god for making a stranger coffee twenty-minutes early.

Father and Son (Philip x Reader)

Request: Okay so you just pointed out how Alexander’s dad side never shows and I think it would make a really cute fic like where the reader goes over for dinner to meet Phillip’s parents and Alex is telling embarrassing stories about him and ahhhh you should like totally write that



You tightly grip Philip’s hand as he leads you into the restaurant. “It’s okay, baby. Just one dinner. Besides, you don’t even have to meet my siblings yet.”

“But-” you start before he cuts you off.

“They will love you. We won’t even be here for an hour. Nothing they say could ever change how I feel about you.”

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Breaking... Ch.21


A/N: Welp, this was an interesting one.

Wordcount: 1875

Wanings: General not goodness and maybe language idk

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Breaking The Passage

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But this certainly wasn’t it. Philip walked into the room. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader and he even seemed to be a little taller. Everyone rushed over to him. Eliza and Lizzy obviously getting the most attention. You just stood there, a few feet away, staring up at him. When you looked back and remembered him, he was always cute, but not now. His cheeks weren’t as round as they used to be, his eyes seemed older than he was. He was handsome. He finally looked at you, you couldn’t read what you saw in his eyes but something flashed there. It was like a flare, there for one minute and faded out the next. He gave you a closed mouth smile. ‘Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better.’  

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” He asked with ennui. You were blown away, there was no color in his voice when he spoke to you. Where’d my ‘Autumn Rhythms’ go? You blinked away your astonishment.

“I-I’m…fine.” You tried to swallow your fears but you ended up choking on it. He walked right past you, your greatest fear had been realized. He didn’t look back at you; you were just another face. You felt that presence again and you wanted to feel angry at it. But you couldn’t. It swaddled you and held you, it felt smaller than you and yet at the same time it felt like the biggest thing in the world. He went up the stairs, you heard his footsteps, you heard his door close, you’re always listening. Always hearing, always feeling, always seeing, always experiencing. Helpless… I have been made helpless to you, I stand here and think to myself ‘Shall I ever be satisfied?’ I wonder if I was ever enough in my sentences, but am I paranoid in every paragraph of how he perceives me? Am I running out of time? Is this where it gets me? I wait for it, wait for him. He says no to this because why shouldn’t he? I wasn’t around, I swore that I would be around for him. His eyes were on me, but my story is told. Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him. Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied. Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless. Am I the madman or the lover? For he is certainly the poet. Where has my soul fled to? Tongue, lose thy light. Tongue, not a word. Thus Thisbe ends. You felt something shaking your shoulder.

“TT! Hey! What’s wrong?” Angie called out to you. You blinked a few times and took a sharp breath. Your face felt wet.

“N-Nothing.” You heaved. Angie looked straight ahead at you.

“Are you sure? You’re crying and sweating and… Oh God is that blood?” Her eyes widened. You touched your nose with a shaking hand, a red droplet rolled down your fingers. ‘How are you?’

“I said I’m fine.” You rushed out of the room, dashing into your own and shutting the door behind you. You took the chair from your desk and propped it against the handle. You undid the back of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You looked up and at the window by your desk. You saw yourself staring back at you. You saw the unnatural dip of your waist from the corset. You loosened it. You saw your eyes, no sparkle. You pulled the ribbon out of your hair. You saw the blood leaking from your nostrils, it dripped onto the arms that hugged your chest. You didn’t wipe it away. This is who I really am… Then it was cold, it crawled up your back. That presence was strong, it always made it’s clear when you were vulnerable.

“Stop. Go back.” It whispered into your connective tissue, the vibrations echoed through the blood in your veins and dispersed through your nose as you took a breath.

“What are you?” You asked to freezing air.

“Home. Go home.” It muttered.

“What even is home anymore? I think I lost it on the way here…”

“Rise. Phoenix will come. Reborn once more. For you have commanded it.” Then it was gone, no trace, no presence, no watching. You fell onto your bed and curled up into a ball. You grabbed your head cloth off your desk and wiped you nose.

I’m fine. I can handle this. Don’t freak out.

            The next day, Philip went out, he stayed out for most of the day. When he came back, he said hello to you, in that same voice. He would talk with the others and then go up to his room. This happened again the next day, and the next day, and the next, and the next. It was frustrating, he was completely ignoring you and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Every time you two were in the same room together, all eyes would be on you and once he left, they’d stay on you. Even AJ tried to stay next to you when you were together, he wanted to try and comfort you and that broke your heart. Angie said she tried to confront him at one point but he kept evading the question. Angie, Johnny, Willy and Lizzy’s birthday passed, Christmas passed, his birthday passed, nothing. This waiting game was killing you. Alex and Eliza tried to comfort you, they were worried about Philip as well. It didn’t help that the smell perfume would fill the room whenever he’d walk in. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to tell him everything and you tried. He would shoot you down every time, not quite letting you finish. “Sorry, I’ve got a paper to write.” “I apologize; I have to meet my friend soon.” You wondered what happened, what made him have a distaste for you. Why couldn’t he look at you the way he did before? Or call you his starlight? Just one more time… Then you heard a knock at the door.

            You straightened out your skirt and approached the door. You smiled politely as you opened it up.

“Welcome to the Hamilton estate, is there any way that I may assist you today?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I am here to see a dear friend of mine. Is Alexander here?” There was something about the way this man spoke that made you curious. You looked up at him, he was tall, had warm, sepia colored skin paired with dark facial hair and tight curls pulled back into a ponytail. His suit was a deep blue and he stood tall, he had fantastic posture.

“Um, yes, he is here. May I have your name, sir?” You asked.

“Ah, yes, forgive my rudeness. I have not been America for quite some time. Alexander knows me by Lafayette.” I KNEW HE SOUNDED A LITTLE FRENCH! TEN POINTS FOR ME!

“Oh! No, no! Nothing to worry about! Please come in!” You smiled wide and opened the door up for him, once he was inside you shut it behind him. “Does Alex know you’re coming?”

“Yes, he is aware, don’t worry. He said that it would be a good surprise for the children!” He said proudly.

“Well, I’ll take you to his stu-“ A loud, booming voice interrupted your sentence.

“I thought I recognized that French voice from somewhere!” Of course, it’s always Alex!

“Monsieur Hamilton!” Lafayette shouted.

“Monsieur Lafayette!” They both made their ways over to each other and initiated in the bro hug that you remembered so clearly. Seriously, I won’t get an explanation for that will I? Alex went over to the stairs and called for the children. It wasn’t long before a small army of Hamiltons came running down the steps to hug Lafayette.

“Uncle Laf! Uncle Laf!” Angie cried as she ran over to hug the tall man.

“Goodness! You have gotten so big, ma petite ange! I haven’t seen you since you were une tout petite fauteuse de troubles!” He laughed, he noticed her hair. “New style? It suits you.” Angie seemed relieved by the compliment. Philip came down and you tried to look nonchalant. “Ah, the boy of the hour! Glad to see that you are well, Philip. You never did get back to me about that package I sent you.”

“Actually, Angelica took it from me and refuses to give it back.” Philip scolded.

“Don’t blame me for looking better in it!” She scoffed.

            The next few days were like this, everyone was excited about having Lafayette in the house. It gave everyone a bit more energy, everyone except you that is. You sat in the main room, your Midsummer Night’s dream in hand. You didn’t look at the pages, just stared out at your own reflection in the grand windows, and then you saw another face in the glass. You turned to find Lafayette kneeling down beside your chair.

“Miss Y/N, you seem out of sorts. Is something the matter?” He asked with a mix of concern and intrigue. You tried to brush it off, make it seem unimportant.

“No, I’m alright. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed at your answer.

“Let me tell you something, Miss Y/N. Back during the war, I was the mediator of my group. I’m good at knowing when someone is lying and I do not wish to, how you say, toot my own horn but I would say that I’m a fairly good listener. Now, is something the matter?” You couldn’t but feel like you needed to tell someone about how you were feeling. As much as you loved the others, they would be more conflicted. Lafayette was probably the closest thing to a third party that you were going to get. So, you told him everything you could. You told him about your feelings for Philip, how he drifted away, all of your fears about the situation, how horrible of a person you started to believe yourself to be. He just sat there and listened, only stopping you a few times to ask a question. You felt a little better afterwards, it was surprising how much of a relief it was to just get it out into words for someone else to hear instead of writing it away to fester. He took a deep breath.

“Got any advice for that?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood, he stood up.

“We’ll see.” He said simply before turning and leaving you at the window. What…What does that even mean?  

            A few days later, you were serving tea to Eliza and Alex when Philip strolled into the parlor.

“Mom, Pops, I have a question.” That was another one of his new things, calling Alex and Eliza that. They still didn’t seem used to it.

“What is it, my son?” Alex asked before taking a sip of tea.

“There’s a ball at the end of this month. I would like to go to it and I would like to bring someone with me.” He stated.

“Oh? Who would you like to bring?” Eliza asked sweetly.

“Miss Theodosia Burr.”

To the Four of Us (EPILOGUE)

Words: 2,569

Author’s note: It took me weeks (months?) to get this right. I got so attached to my TTFOU characters that I had to make sure they had the right sendoff. I ended up loving this story. I loved writing it, I loved reading your comments (don’t think for a second that I didn’t read EVERY SINGLE ONE of them. I did. And they ALL made me smile), and I love that you guys loved it so much. Seriously I can’t thank you all enough for letting me share this with you and for supporting me. I don’t wanna get long and sappy so I’ll leave it here. Also, I’m sorry for the wait, but I really hope you enjoy it now that it’s here!

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Now, without further adieu, the TTFOU epilogue!!

There’s comfort in familiarity. That was why when they turned onto the familiar street with the familiar lampposts and the familiar trees John literally squealed with delight despite the snow which fell softly onto the windshield.

Alexander raised an eyebrow at his husband. Normally in the presence of snow, John would be at least a little grumpy.

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{ five’s company // ch. 10 }

a/n: mostly fluff tbh…sorry this took so long! enjoy! 

t/w: mentions of anxiety, hints at jefferson + your ex boyfriend being gross (but it’s not a lot), implication of sex (but there’s no scene)

french used:

je vais bien - i’m fine

mes amours - my loves

mon coeur - my heart

mon cher - my dear


You were thankful to be seated with your boys and the Washingtons’. Angelica and her husband too were seated at the same table as you as well.

Mr. Madison and Mr. Jefferson were no where in sight, making both you and Alex feel better for different reasons. 

You sat in-between Herc and Laf, since you hadn’t really seen them the whole night. They happily accommodated you, sneaking little kisses every so often when it was appropriate. 

You reached for Laf’s hand underneath the table. Gave it a comforting squeeze. He smiled down at you. The smile was a little tight, almost a little worried, but he hoped you didn’t notice.

You did, but you reassured him the night was almost over. You’d get to go home soon.

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Sour Thoughts

Requested By: Anonymous

Request: Hamilsquad with an insecure S/O

Word Count: 792

A/N: Literally the first fic I’ve actually finished ever so it’s probably not very good, like, definitely not very good.


It wasn’t hard to see that (Y/N) wasn’t the happiest with their body, considering the self-deprecating jokes, the looks they give themself in the mirror, the way they refuse any and all form-fitting attire. What was harder to pick up on was how they felt about their personality, the way they spoke of their personality, saying ‘jokes’ about not being smart, or being annoying. The worst of it though, that definitely came from their thoughts of not being good enough for their boyfriends. I mean, they were all great, and (Y/N) was just… There. They didn’t particularly feel like they were very important to the relationship. This feeling seemed to go unnoticed by the others until one day when John just so happened to walk in on (Y/N) muttering to themself in their room.

“Hey baby, would you want to go out with Alex and I to go get some stuff?” John asks, glancing into the room when he doesn’t receive a response. Assuming they just had headphones on, he walks inside, something (Y/N) failed to notice. They were mumbling something John couldn’t quite make out, causing him to take a step closer. His eyes widen the slightest bit when he recognizes a few of the words as “Ugly,” “Worthless,” and “Disgusting.” He quickly takes (Y/N) into his arms, gaining a squeak of surprise from them. He hugs them before setting them facing him on his lap, “What was that about?” He asks in the most genuine and least threatening way he could. (Y/N) merely looks down, not wanting to upset him with their stupid issues. “Hey,” He begins, putting a finger under their chin, making them look up at him, “You don’t have to tell me details, just remember that we all love you, okay?” (Y/N) blushes faintly at this, although they don’t respond. They wished they could nod at him, but they just weren’t sure. “Alex loves you. Laf loves you. Herc loves you. I love you.” He tells them, looking directly into their eyes. Seeing the skeptical expression on (Y/N)’s face, John takes initiative and grabs his phone from his pocket, sending a short text to the others, telling them to get their asses over here.

Laf shows up in a few seconds with Alex following closely behind, almost tripping due to running in and not paying attention. Hercules was out buying food when he got the text, so he was a bit late to the party, though he did come as quick as he could. Laf’s expression got about twelve times more worried when he saw the way John was cradling (Y/N), assuming the worst. Alex approaches the pair, taking the spot on John’s left, taking one of (Y/N)’s hands into his, “Are you alright?” He asks immediately, worry dancing across his face. “Ma cherie, please, tell us what’s wrong.” Laf says calmly, taking the spot on John’s other side and (Y/N)’s other hand. “I don’t know, it’s kinda stupid,” “No, it isn’t” John interrupts them in a soft tone, causing them to look down, “I just.. Don’t feel like I belong with you guys.” They admit, hearing Herc’s voice ask a quiet “What?” How they didn’t hear Hercules walking over to the doorway, they had no idea, but they jumped slightly when they heard him speak, before leaning back into his touch when he hugs them from behind, “Of course you belong with us.” He tells them, kissing the top of their head. Laf nods in agreement, “We love you, (Y/N), you definitely belong.” He rubs the back of their hand comfortingly, Alex noticing and following suit, “I think we can all agree that you’re wonderful, and you’re one of the best datemates we could’ve asked for.” He says, getting nods from everyone else. After a short comfortable silence, everyone just basking in the others’ presences John speaks, “Believe me now?” He asks with a small smirk on his face. (Y/N) nods slowly, gaining a kiss from John, followed by a pout from Alex that they got a kiss and he didn’t. (Y/N) is lifted off of John’s lap by a certain Hercules Mulligan, getting held bridal style by said man, getting multiple kisses peppered across their face. “We all definitely love you, never doubt that.” Herc adds, “Alex on the other hand…” John teases, followed by a high-pitched squeak when Alex smacks his arm. With a roll of his eyes, Laf stands up and gives (Y/N) a kiss on their nose, “You guys didn’t have to do this you guys.” They say quietly, “No, but it made you feel better, did it not?” Laf responds, smiling triumphantly at the nod they give. They were a happy group, and (Y/N) believed that they really did love them.

lexilove2004  asked:

Can you make a hamilsquad x reader back in the war reader = girl thanks love you 😍😍😂😂

In the War
~Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader
 ~Word count: 1,181
~Warnings: the word “rape”, guns and violence
~My first request~!! Hope you like it~!! (Love you too XD)   ~Tags: @interwebseriesfan24 ✨

Back in the war, everything was death and despair. People killing people, innocent women taken, raped then killed and orphaned children on the streets. These were the horrors you used to face everyday. Until you met them. The love of your life or loves, better yet. You never thought that you would meet your loves in the battlefield, especially in a life and death situation.

It​ ​was​ ​the​ ​week​ ​before​ ​your​ ​entire​ ​squad​ ​were​ ​sent​ ​back​ ​home.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​sent​ ​out​ ​on​ ​a​ ​squad mission​ ​to​ ​scope​ ​out​ ​the​ ​area.​ ​No​ ​engaging​ ​in​ ​violence.​ ​Until​ ​they​ ​started​ ​shooting.​ ​Bullets​ ​were flying,​ ​the​ ​occasional​ ​yells​ ​when​ ​one​ ​of​ ​them​ ​were​ ​hit.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​all​ ​told​ ​to​ ​retreat​ ​to​ ​try​ ​and reduce​ ​casualties​ ​of​ ​the​ ​innocent​ ​civilians​ ​nearby.  You​ ​were​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​last​ ​soldiers​ ​to​ ​retreat.​ ​As​ ​you​ ​did,​ ​you​ ​heard​ ​a​ ​gunshot.​ ​You​ ​turned​ ​your​ ​head at​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​and​ ​a​ ​man​ ​on​ ​the​ ​ground,​ ​bleeding,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​gun​ ​in​ ​hand.​ ​You​ ​closed​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​and prepared​ ​yourself​ ​for​ ​the​ ​impact​ ​and​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​brought.​ ​You​ ​fell​ ​to​ ​the​ ​ground​ ​hard​ ​but​ ​you​ ​didn’t feel​ ​the​ ​bullet​ ​enter​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​opened​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​they​ ​met​ ​with​ ​a​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​hazel,​ ​green​ ​eyes.  

“You​ ​ok?”​ ​The​ ​man​ ​asked,​ ​breathing​ ​hard​ ​on​ ​your​ ​face.​ ​“Yeah.”​ ​You​ ​answered​ ​as​ ​calmly​ ​as​ ​you could.​ ​He​ ​got​ ​off​ ​as​ ​he​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​the​ ​man​ ​on​ ​the​ ​other​ ​side.​ ​“He’s​ ​dead.”​ ​He​ ​stated.​ ​“Can​ ​you stand​ ​up?”​ ​You​ ​nodded.​ ​He​ ​helped​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​you​ ​led​ ​each​ ​other​ ​out​ ​while​ ​he​ ​checked​ ​your surroundings​ ​to​ ​watch​ ​out​ ​for​ ​any​ ​shooters.  

After​ ​you​ ​both​ ​returned​ ​to​ ​camp​ ​and​ ​let​ ​the​ ​doctor​ ​check​ ​you​ ​for​ ​any​ ​injuries,​ ​you​ ​went​ ​to​ ​talk​ ​to John.​ ​He​ ​introduced​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​you​ ​before​ ​they​ ​separated​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​med​ ​tent​ ​and​ ​you​ ​did​ ​the same.​ ​Luckily,​ ​he​ ​just​ ​left​ ​the​ ​tent​ ​and​ ​you​ ​were​ ​able​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​up​ ​to​ ​him.  

“Hey.”​ ​You​ ​called​ ​out​ ​to​ ​him​ ​as​ ​you​ ​caught​ ​up​ ​with​ ​him​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​side.​ ​“Hey”​ ​He chuckled​ ​back​ ​at​ ​you.​ ​“I​ ​just​ ​wanna​ ​say​ ​thanks​ ​for​ ​saving​ ​me​ ​back​ ​there.”​ ​“It​ ​was​ ​no​ ​problem (Y/N).​ ​I​ ​watch​ ​out​ ​for​ ​everyone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​squad.”​ ​He​ ​said​ ​truthfully​ ​with​ ​a​ ​small​ ​smile.​ ​“Sorry​ ​for being​ ​so​ ​mean​ ​and​ ​blunt​ ​for​ ​asking​ ​this​ ​but​ ​why​ ​don’t​ ​I​ ​barely​ ​see​ ​you​ ​round​ ​camp?”​ ​He​ ​blushed, making​ ​his​ ​freckles​ ​more​ ​noticeable.​ ​You​ ​thought​ ​that​ ​it​ ​was​ ​dirt​ ​from​ ​earlier​ ​but​ ​they​ ​were​ ​cute, He​ ​scratched​ ​the​ ​back​ ​of​ ​his​ ​head.​ ​“Because​ ​I​ ​spend​ ​more​ ​time​ ​in​ ​my​ ​tent​ ​with​ ​my​ ​boyfriends.” “What?!”​ ​You​ ​blurted​ ​out.​ ​“I’m​ ​sorry.​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​mean​ ​it​ ​that​ ​way.”​ ​“It’s​ ​ok.”​ ​He​ ​said,​ ​letting​ ​out​ ​a short​ ​giggle.​ ​“So​ ​you​ ​met​ ​your​ ​boyfriends​ ​here?”​ ​You​ ​asked​ ​him,​ ​curious​ ​to​ ​see​ ​what​ ​he​ ​would answer.​ ​“Yeah,​ ​We’re​ ​actually​ ​in​ ​the​ ​same​ ​squad.​ ​That’s​ ​how​ ​we​ ​met​ ​and​ ​got​ ​closer​ ​and​ ​that’s​ ​also the​ ​reason​ ​I​ ​watch​ ​out​ ​for​ ​everyone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​entire​ ​squad.”​ ​“Oh.”​ ​You​ ​simply​ ​responded.​ ​You​ ​also wondered​ ​how​ ​you​ ​never​ ​noticed​ ​him​ ​or​ ​any​ ​of​ ​his​ ​boyfriends.​ ​“That’s​ ​really​ ​sweet.”​ ​You​ ​added. “Would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​them?​ ​Tonight?”​ ​He​ ​asked​ ​suddenly​ ​as​ ​he​ ​turned​ ​to​ ​face​ ​you.​ ​“I​ ​would love​ ​to.”​ ​You​ ​gladly​ ​answered.​ ​“Good.​ ​I’ll​ ​see​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​lunch​ ​tent.”​ ​“See​ ​you.”​ ​He​ ​walked​ ​to​ ​his tent​ ​as​ ​you​ ​went​ ​in​ ​yours.  

It​ ​was​ ​nighttime​ ​when​ ​you​ ​left​ ​your​ ​tent.​ ​You​ ​had​ ​bathed​ ​and​ ​you​ ​wore​ ​black​ ​sweatpants​ ​and​ ​a Harry​ ​Potter​ ​t-shirt.​ ​You​ ​walked​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​the​ ​lunch​ ​tent​ ​and​ ​saw​ ​John​ ​waving​ ​and​ ​calling​ ​out​ ​to you.​ ​“(Y/N)!​ ​Over​ ​here.”​ ​He​ ​wore​ ​a​ ​t-shirt​ ​with​ ​a​ ​turtle​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​As​ ​you​ ​walked​ ​over​ ​there,​ ​you​ ​saw the​ ​three​ ​men​ ​that​ ​were​ ​his​ ​boyfriends.​ ​Two​ ​men​ ​sitting​ ​down,​ ​one​ ​with​ ​​ ​beanie​ ​on​ ​and​ ​wore​ ​a white​ ​tank​ ​top​ ​and​ ​the​ ​other​ ​man​ ​in​ ​a​ ​short​ ​ponytail,​ ​with​ ​a​ ​shirt​ ​and​ ​hoodie​ ​on.​ ​And​ ​the​ ​man standing​ ​next​ ​to​ ​John,​ ​was​ ​the​ ​tallest​ ​out​ ​of​ ​all​ ​of​ ​them.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​wearing​ ​a​ ​blue​ ​plaid​ ​t-shirt.   

You​ ​walked​ ​up​ ​to​ ​the​ ​table​ ​and​ ​greeted​ ​John.”Guys,​ ​this​ ​is​ ​(Y/N).”​ ​He​ ​introduced​ ​you.​ ​“Hi.”​ ​You simply​ ​said.​ ​The​ ​tall​ ​man​ ​introduced​ ​himself​ ​first.​ ​“My​ ​name​ ​is​ ​Gilbert​ ​Du​ ​Motiers​ ​but​ ​you​ ​can​ ​call me​ ​Lafayette.”​ ​You​ ​noticed​ ​the​ ​French​ ​accent​ ​he​ ​had​ ​as​ ​he​ ​shook​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​softly.​ ​“My​ ​name​ ​is Hercules​ ​Mulligan.”​ ​The​ ​man​ ​in​ ​the​ ​beanie​ ​said.​ ​“And​ ​I'm​ ​Alexander​ ​Hamilton.”​ ​The​ ​man​ ​in​ ​the ponytail​ ​and​ ​heavy​ ​eyebags,​ ​that​ ​you​ ​had​ ​just​ ​noticed,​ ​finished​ ​the​ ​introductions​ ​and​ ​waved​ ​at​ ​you.  

All​ ​of​ ​you​ ​talked​ ​about​ ​movies,​ ​politics,​ ​embarrassing​ ​stories​ ​of​ ​all​ ​of​ ​them.​ ​You​ ​all​ ​joked,​ ​laughed and​ ​smiled​ ​so​ ​much.​ ​You​ ​noticed​ ​that​ ​they​ ​were​ ​all​ ​sending​ ​each​ ​other​ ​stares,​ ​like​ ​they​ ​were approving​ ​or​ ​telling​ ​something.​ ​You​ ​shrugged​ ​it​ ​off,​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​they​ ​were​ ​flirting​ ​with​ ​each other.​ ​Besides,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​having​ ​you​ ​much​ ​fun.​ ​You​ ​didn’t​ ​remember​ ​the​ ​last​ ​time​ ​you​ ​did​ ​since you​ ​joined​ ​the​ ​war.  

All​ ​the​ ​guys​ ​were​ ​walking​ ​you​ ​back​ ​to​ ​your​ ​tent.​ ​Before​ ​you​ ​went​ ​in,​ ​John​ ​spoke​ ​up.​ ​“(Y/N).​ ​I’ve been​ ​meaning​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​you.​ ​Well​ ​we​ ​all​ ​do.”​ ​“We​ ​love​ ​your​ ​passion​ ​to​ ​help​ ​people​ ​and​ ​your​ ​country, as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​others.”​ ​Lafayette​ ​continued.​ ​“And​ ​love​ ​how​ ​we​ ​can​ ​talk​ ​about​ ​politics​ ​and​ ​disrupting the​ ​government.”​ ​Alex​ ​added​ ​with​ ​a​ ​laugh.​ ​“And​ ​your​ ​love​ ​to​ ​make​ ​your​ ​own​ ​outfits​ ​inspired​ ​by celebrities,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​we​ ​can’t​ ​see​ ​it​ ​here.”​ ​Hercules​ ​finished​ ​with​ ​a​ ​shy​ ​smile.  

“This​ ​is​ ​so​ ​sweet​ ​you​ ​guys.​ ​But​ ​what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​asking​ ​me?”​ ​You​ ​said​ ​honestly.​ ​John​ ​grabbed​ ​both your​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​responded.​ ​“(Y/N),​ ​you​ ​are​ ​smart,​ ​kind,​ ​funny,​ ​brave,​ ​you’re​ ​everything.​ ​We wanted​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​if​ ​you’d​ ​liked​ ​to​ ​be​ ​in​ ​a​ ​relationship​ ​with​ ​us.”​ ​“You​ ​guys…​ ​I​ ​would​ ​love​ ​to.”​ ​You said​ ​softly,​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​all​ ​of​ ​them.​ ​They​ ​all​ ​smiled​ ​with​ ​happiness​ ​and​ ​excitement​ ​in​ ​their​ ​eyes.  

They​ ​all​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​goodnight​ ​kisses.​ ​John’s​ ​was​ ​sweet​ ​and​ ​soft.​ ​Alex’s​ ​was​ ​short​ ​and​ ​caring. Lafayette’s​ ​was​ ​passionate​ ​and​ ​Hercules’​ ​was​ ​affectionate.​ ​They​ ​all​ ​wished​ ​you​ ​goodnight​ ​and you​ ​went​ ​to​ ​bed.  

A​ ​week​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​squad​ ​was​ ​sent​ ​home.​ ​The​ ​entire​ ​trip​ ​was​ ​giggles​ ​and​ ​kisses,​ ​light​ ​and​ ​fun conversations​ ​and​ ​talking​ ​about​ ​the​ ​future.​ ​They​ ​had​ ​invited​ ​you​ ​to​ ​move​ ​in​ ​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​you did.  

Two​ ​weeks​ ​after​ ​that,​ ​you​ ​moved​ ​in​ ​with​ ​all​ ​your​ ​personal​ ​belongings​ ​and​ ​settled​ ​in.​ ​The​ ​first night​ ​you​ ​spent​ ​with​ ​them​ ​was​ ​unforgettable.​ ​You​ ​watched​ ​“The​ ​Avengers”​ ​and​ ​made​ ​popcorn​ ​for all​ ​of​ ​them.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​movie​ ​ended,​ ​your​ ​boys​ ​washed​ ​the​ ​bowls​ ​and​ ​you​ ​had​ ​all​ ​changed​ ​into​ ​your pijamas.​ ​They​ ​all​ ​slept​ ​in​ ​a​ ​king​ ​sized​ ​bed​ ​with​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle,​ ​cuddling​ ​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​each other.​ ​“I​ ​love​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​so​ ​much.”​ ​You​ ​said​ ​softly​ ​and​ ​quietly.​ ​“Us​ ​too.”​ ​John​ ​spoke​ ​for​ ​all​ ​of​ ​them. You​ ​smiled​ ​as​ ​you​ ​drifted​ ​off​ ​to​ ​sleep,​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​your​ ​boys​ ​and​ ​how​ ​they​ ​made​ ​you​ ​forget about​ ​the​ ​death​ ​and​ ​despair​ ​of​ ​the​ ​war.​ ​How​ ​they​ ​were​ ​the​ ​shining​ ​lights​ ​in​ ​your​ ​lives.  

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If That’s Love (Jefferson x Reader)


Summary: You meet Jefferson. 


You and one of your closest friends, Eliza, are walking down the busy New York streets, as you basically become her counselor.

“But, I love him so much, (Y/N),” she protests.

You roll your eyes. “I know, but he cheated on you for two fucking years. You deserve better than that.”


“No, ‘but’s. You need to drop him from your life. He’s not worth this kind of pain.”

“Maybe you’d understand if you were in love,” she mumbles.

You scoff. “I don’t have time to bother myself with such superficial matters.”

She laughs. “You sound exactly like Thomas Jefferson.”

You gasp and put a hand over your heart in mock offense. “I can’t believe you would compare me to such an arrogant-oof!” You run into what you assume is a wall. That is until it makes a sound. You look up slowly. “Fuck,” you mutter, as you see who you’ve run into.

Thomas just a smile. “You should never be compared to such a person. If you don’t mind my asking, who was Ms.Schuyler comparing you to.”

You pray that you aren’t blushing as much as you feel like you are. “Actually, she was comparing me to you.” Out of all the people you could have run into or all the times you could have run into, it had to be Thomas, it had to be now.

He looks shocked. “I doubt you would have that opinion if you actually knew me, instead of relying on what Hamilton has said.”

You just stare at him, certain that your blush has grown.

“Let me take you to dinner tomorrow, miss…”

“(Y/N),” you offer.

“Well then, Miss (Y/N), would you be willing to let me take you to dinner?”

You just nod. He pulls a pen out of his magenta jacket and asks you write your number down. As soon as he leaves, you turn back to Eliza, who looks incredibly smug.

“What?” you ask cautiously.

“You and Jefferson?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Relax, it’s nothing.”

“You, Jefferson, dinner? You know that no woman can resist him.”

“You seem to be doing a good job 'resisting him’.”

“You’ve heard how Alex talks about him.”

“You should still leave him,” you mutter in an attempt to change the subject.

She gives up the topic of your date with Thomas and spends the rest of the walk to your apartment building telling you some bullshit about love. You continue to tell her that he doesn’t love her if he’s willing to cheat.

She walks you to your door before saying, “I’m sure you’ll learn all about love tomorrow night.”

You slam the door and yell, “I don’t have a thing for him! I’m just going for the free food!”

Even if you told Eliza that you didn’t have a thing for Thomas, you couldn’t help but smile when you saw that he had texted you. He told you that he would pick you up and to dress nicely. Since this was coming from a man who cared more about fashion than anyone you had met, you took that to mean a nice dress and heels, considering he was almost a full foot taller than you.


Work the next day really takes its toll on you. You are working as a barista until you can find something to do with your psychology degree. When you get back to your apartment, you only have a few hours to get ready. You sigh and change into a black dress that reaches your mid-thigh with a pair of black heels and a red leather jacket, which is the same color as your lips. You are putting the finishing touches to your eyeshadow when you hear someone knock on the door. You quickly open the door and are greeted with a casually (for him) dressed Thomas. You both just stare at each other. It was strange to see him in jeans, and although you would never tell Eliza, they were doing wonders for him.

He finally composes himself. “Shall we?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. He leads you to his car and opens the door for you before getting into the driver’s side. Throughout the ride to the restaurant the two of you don’t stop talking. He’s much more charming than Alexander described him. You finally get back to your apartment, and he, being a gentleman, walks you to your door. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You smile. “Very much.”

“Then, would you mind if we did this again next week?”

“I would love that.”

The two of you stare at each other in silence.

He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “I should probably get going.”

You nod. “Oh, yeah.”

Neither of you makes any effort to move.

“Before I go, though,” he starts. “May- may I kiss you?”

Instead of verbally answering, you rise up to kiss him. He wraps an arm around your waist, while you wrap yours around his neck, deepening the kiss. When you finally pull away, you stare into each other’s eyes.

The two of you eventually tear away from each other. Once you get into your apartment, you pull out your phone and text Eliza.

I think I’m starting to understand all that love talk

If I Could Do It All Over Again

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 8/16

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: cussing, mentions of abuse, slight violence

Word Count: 3,696

Dedication: @dapper-comedy I liked your tags bud

Tags: @bunny-yams , @ufo-pearl , @sullkid700 , @aswimmerlife , @nefarism , @mishaisakitten, @embershine0521, @tellchickfilaimqueer , @woahtherebuddyfriend , @gum-and-chips , @tinymugs , @waitwhat-24601 , @hell-yes-puns-and-ships , @jeffersonwiki , @burr-ito , @xfallingsnowx , @aswimmerlife , @bad-l-ands , @firejearthm ,  @cutebridge , @hamil-fandom , @pipindaae , @beafayette , @karmana-stevens-569 , @starfreckledlaurens , @thedisneyderp, @aleciamagic, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @elizahamilton1776

A/N: If you guys have any songs that remind you of the story, send me them! I will probably make a soundtrack like it like I did for CYMFH

Eliza managed to get much better sleep on the couch than she did that night in her own bed. It was a restless night, but Eliza didn’t realize how tired she was until she perched next to Alexander while they talked.

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Common Questions (Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 2329

Warnings: Cursing, ?

Request:How about some fluff with… The reader or one of the Hamisquad or others (anyone) being blind ? I’m working on a fic about one of them being blind and the other explain the colors or some sort But I’d love to read You pov of a romantic (or funny) situation

Tags: @sorry-but-no-sorry

A/N: Finally got around to doing it! I made it into a Modern AU because it seemed like the best bet (if anything is offensive lmk pleaseee)

“So you have no idea what I look like?”

It was a common question, but you felt like it could be answered by itself. Yes, you’re blind. And yes, you have no idea what they look like. Sometimes you wondered whether or not they understood what the word blind meant. The answer always seemed to roll off your tongue, and you were always prepared to answer.

“Nope, I have no clue what you look like. Any other questions?” You said, with a small hint of sarcasm at the edge of your voice. You turned back to the shelf, counting the boxes. They didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Yes, actually, I do. Thanks for asking!” This person was definitely an idiot. They began to ramble on and on about stupid comments and questions that seemed quite rude. For instance “so you could never see your partner?” and “why do blind people’s eyes look weird?” and “at least you don’t have to see what you look like in the mirror, especially if you had a bad hair day.” but the one that made you want to hit them in the face, was “being blind must be fun”

Who in their right mind would say such a thing? You tightened your fists, and turned around, walked away with your cane. You heard them calling out to you, but you ignored. If you stood by them for even a second more, you’d be arrested for murder.

As you swung your cane violently back and forth on the floor, you heard someone yelp. You froze, turning towards the sound. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you okay?” You said.

“It’s fine, miss. It’s fine.” You heard him groan at his foot, and stumble around.

“Are you sure? There’s a hospital nearby, I could walk you there.” You said. The man laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. It wasn’t common for people to talk about you when you stood right there, but it did happen. “Forget it.” You mumbled, turning around and walking away. You heard footsteps following you, and you stopped.

“What do you want?” You grumbled.

“I wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was making fun of you. I was just… I was laughing at myself.” You raised your eyebrow, turning around. “I’ve been having a lot of bad luck today, and you hitting me with your cane added to the pile. I’m not mad, though.” He said quickly. “I, I actually… what’s your name?” He asked.

You bit your lip.

He seemed nice enough. Telling him your name wouldn’t really change much. It’s not like you’ll ever meet him again. You cleared your throat, and held out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you…?”

“Oh! The name’s Alexander Hamilton. But you could just call me Alex or Ham or whatever you like.” You noticed that this man seemed to ramble on a lot. He touched his hand with yours, and you shook it once, letting it go. “Oh, by the way, Y/N. Do you need any help?”

Second most common question. “No, but thank you for asking. I kind of memorized the store.” You said. “And after demanding the store manager to put Braille everywhere, its easier for me.”

“Ah…” He said. You began walking again, and he walked beside you. At first, you were hesitant, but after talking with him a bit about random things, he seemed to grow on you. He did talk a lot, but he seemed kindhearted. You two walked out the store, and you turned to the left, towards the college campus.

“So, Hamilton? Do you go to the university?”

“Yup. I’m a political science major but I plan to go to law school after. What about you?”

And that’s how you became friends with Alexander Hamilton.

The boys immediately became your best friends, without even asking. Although they were awkward around you in the beginning, now they treated you like any other person. Lafayette always walked around with you, insisting that someone may be stalking you. Laurens helped you learn where their dorm rooms were, and even put their number in Braille so you would know. Mulligan flirted with you every chance he got, and constantly tried to explain to you what he looked like.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. I’m the most handsome out of all of us.” He explained, the couch leaning down where he sat. Your side lifted, and you laughed at him. You placed your shades on the side table.

“Oh really? For some reason, Laf sounds the most handsome. Sorry Herc.” He groaned, and you heard the French man laugh in the background.

C’est vrai. (It’s true.)” Lafayette said, his footsteps moving to the other side of you. The couch rise even more when he sat down next. You didn’t know French, so half the time you had to guess what Laf said. You heard the dorm room door open, and the person was huffing and puffing. You stood up, walking over. Ever since they met you, the boys made sure that there wasn’t anything on the floor. It was helpful, since the first time you came you fell flat on your face.

You walked into the room hesitantly, moving your cane back and forth. Suddenly, you felt a piece of cloth under your foot, and before you could catch yourself, you fell to the ground, your head hitting the side of the couch. You groaned, holding it softly.

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you okay?” Laurens said, his hand touching your arm.

“Yea, I’m fine. This room must be a mess…” You mumbled. When you tried moving from the spot, you felt your head throbbing.

“Y/N! You’re bleeding!” Lafayette yelled, and you heard more footsteps running towards you.

“Guys, I’m telling you that I’m fine. It’s probably nothing.”

Later that day, you found out you had a concussion.

“Y/N! Are the boys messing with you again?” Hamilton said, touching your arm. You shook your head, reaching for the bag in his hand. “Hey-“

“Nope, it’s my turn to put the stuff away. I’ll figure it out.” You heard him sigh, but he let go of the bag, leaving it in your hands. “I know how to put the stuff away, Alex.” This reminded you of the time the boys tried to explained colors to you.

“Okay, Y/N, so you’ve been unable to see since you were young?” Laurens asked.

“Yup. Maybe since I was a few months old, they realized that I was constantly crawling into objects, and I never looked at my parents in the eyes. At first, they thought it was just what babies did. Until I told them that I couldn’t actually see them.”

“So you have no idea what brown looks like? Blue, red, orange?” Mulligan said, and you assumed the arm wrapped around you was his.

“No idea. But hey, maybe you guys could describe them for me?” You asked.

“Ahh. This is very difficile (difficult). Monsieur Hamilton, would you be able to help us?” Lafayette asked Hamilton. You heard some shuffling from the kitchen, and you heard him sit right next to you.

“Okay. Let’s start with rain. You know how you put your fingers through water, how does it feel?” Hamilton said, and grabbed your hand. You felt him put in inside the liquid. You felt your fingers reach it, the wet substance coating the skin.

“It feels like you could go right through it? Like it’s not even there.” You mumbled.

“Exactly. That’s how clear looks.”

Alexander was the one you grew closest to, probably due to the fact that he was the one you met first. He was always three steps ahead of everyone, and made sure you were comfortable in every situation. You continuously protested to him about it, but he shrugged it off, saying that it was his ‘job’.

You didn’t want to admit it, but your feelings for him were more than friendly. His caring for you warmed your heart, and he allowed you to be independent, to do things on your own. Your other partners (which weren’t the best) didn’t let you have your own space, and hovered over you every step of the way. It became bothersome, and made you give up on love long ago. But ever since you met Hamilton, your ideals changed.

“Earth to Y/N? I’ve called your name at least five times.” Hamilton said, poking your cheek. You swatted his fingers away, digging through the bag again. He stayed silent, the only voices you heard were Mulligan and Lafayette on the couch. “Y/N, after you’re done, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?” You looked towards his voice.

“Uh, sure? What’s the occasion?” He didn’t answer you after that, and you worried that something might be wrong.

Hamilton and you arrived at the local coffee shop. You ordered your favorite coffee, and he ordered black. As you two sat in silence, your worry began to grow. Was he in trouble? Did he actually kill Jefferson this time? Is he ill?

“You know, you don’t have to wear those shades around me. Your eyes are beautiful.” He stated, and you heard him sip on his coffee. You shook your head.

“I’d rather keep them on. Some people might be uncomfortable if I took them off. Plus, it’s to keep them safe from the sun. Maybe my eyes will burn, and I won’t even realize it.” You joked. He touched your hand, and you moved your eyes down. “Ham, are you okay?”

“I want you to stop talking about yourself like that.” He mumbled. You were confused. Maybe he didn’t get the joke? “If someone is rude towards you, let me know.”

“Okay, Alexander. What the hell is going on? You’re kind of being overbearing right now, and I don’t think it’s because of my eyes.” You squeezed his fingers, and he sighed.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just…” his voice trailed off. You stayed silent, letting him finish. “Every time we’re walking together, everyone is staring at you, like you’re an alien. It makes me want to punch them in the face. Don’t they have any manners? And they try to avoid you at all costs, like you’re a disease. I hate it, I hate it so much.”

You entwined your fingers with his. “Is this what’s been bothering you? Alex, they’re just curious, that’s why they stare. And they avoid me because they are nervous that they might do something wrong. I’m used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be used to being treated like that. And when I hear them whispering about you…” he grew quiet once more. “Y/N, I know you’re an amazing person. You joke around with me, you care about what I have to say, you sit and talk with me for hours. You even know when I’m in a bad mood, right when I walk into the room. And I want other people to see that. I want them to see how beautiful you are. How much I love you.”

How much I love you.

“What?” You whispered, the question falling off your tongue.

“I love you, Y/N. It might have been since you gave me a bruise in that supermarket. I love you.” He said again. You let go of his fingers, shocked.

He loved you. Alexander Hamilton, the man you fell in love with, loved you.

You pushed your coffee off to the side, and stood up. You heard him stand up as well. You grabbed your cane, and turned towards the direction of the door. Someone seemed to open it for you, and you thanked them with a tight smile, guiding your way down the sidewalk. “Y/N? Y/N! Wait, don’t just leave.” You felt a hand grab you arm, stopping you from moving any further. “Y/N, talk to me. Don’t just walk away.” You pushed Hamilton’s arm off.

“You’re not suppose to say that, you’re not suppose to fall in love with me.” You said, your hands shaking. You felt him touch yours, rubbing them softly. “Just…just keep your feelings to yourself, alright?” You mumbled.

“I can’t do it anymore, Y/N. I’ve tried to ignore my feelings, but I can’t. And I feel like you feel the same way I do. Please, tell me.” He said desperately.

“I, I do. I love you, Alexander. But we can’t do this. We can’t be together.”


“I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want you to be treated differently just because your with me. I don’t want to slow down your life. What happens when we grow old? If I lose my hearing too, then I’ll just be useless. I won’t be able to do anything-“

“Stop.” Alexander said, interrupting your rant. “Stop. Do you think I would give up on you that easily? I love you, Y/N. and I’m going to take you as you are, or who you grow to be. You don’t hold me back. Did you know that I’ve been getting the best grades possible since I’ve met you? You motivate me, Y/N. You make me a better person. And I hope that I can do the same for you. 

“So you really want to do this?’ You whispered, and you felt a few drops on water fall on your face.

“I really do.” You smiled, and you heard him laugh. The rain picked up quickly, and you two ran back to the dorm, him guide you the whole way. You didn’t remind him that you knew where to go, and followed after, giggling. Once you two made it inside, he pulled you close to him, your chests pressing against one another. His lips grazed yours, teasing you. You groaned, and pushed forward, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you.” You whispered breathlessly.

“And I, you.”

Submission from @eosrealis who wrote something for my plantpowers!Burr!au :D this is how they think Alex would figure out that Aaron has powers (and it’s super well written!!)

“Alexander, no”

“Alexander, yes”

Aaron sighed. “When has that ever worked?” he nursed his coffee, avoiding eye contact with the sign-up sheet held in front of him. It was something of a challenge too, since Aaron’s overeager friend was practically shoving it into his face.

“I’ve gotten you to sign plenty of things.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth twisting into a self satisfied smile.

“Yes, but not this. You know I don’t-”

“You don’t do protests, yes, I know. But you would only have to stand in a crowd! Come on, what are you losing? You’d be supporting a good cause!”

Aaron knew that Alexander couldn’t possibly know what he stood to lose, but irritation flared through him anyways. Aaron tamped it down before it could show, he was good at that.

“I’m still not doing it.”

“Don’t you care about rights for powered people?”

Aaron carefully did not react. “Of course.”

“Then defend them!”

Aaron sighed again. “Hamilton, please stop.”

A raised eyebrow. “On to last names already? You’re slipping, Burr.” His surname was spoken with a teasing lilt, and of course only Alexander could get under Aaron’s skin just by addressing him by name.

Aaron huffed lightly, trying to disengage rather than get pulled into an argument. But of course Alexander could never just leave it at that. “Come on Aaron, how about this: I’ll leave you alone but you have to help my fundraiser at the end of the month.”

And there it was. The worst part about having Alexander as a friend was that he had a lot of experience in arguing with people to get what he wanted. Aaron considered himself a decent debater, but against Alexander he didn’t stand a chance.

But still. “No way.”

“You only have to help donate. Make some stuff for the crafts and bakes sale. You don’t even have to show up.” Aaron could practically feel the fishing line trying to reel him in.

He gave a token struggle. “If I give you a money donation right now, will you leave me alone?”

Alexander scowled, his face pinching in offense. “You can’t be so impersonal! Half of the point of a fundraiser is making an event that people can go to! It’s reaching out to the community! Which gives us more room to open dialogue about powered people and the shit they’re stuck with!”

The words struck him. Suddenly, Aaron felt drained. Just thinking about powered rights made him tired and sour. He especially didn’t want to hear about it from normal people. “Fine, fine, whatever.”

Of course, rather than the outcome Aaron was looking for, Alexander froze for a moment before pinning Aaron with his laser focus. “Do you- are you actually invested?”

Shit. “What are you talking about?” It came out harsher than Aaron wanted.

“You never give up this quickly, don’t tell me I finally found the topic you have thoughts on.”

Double shit. “Drop it, Alexander. Besides, no one’s going to care about powered rights on a small scale like this. There’s so few of them that everyone just forgets until a powered person’s in the news, and good luck getting someone to show up at a college fundraiser.”

Aaron bit fiercely into his cheek, that was far wordier than intended. What was he thinking, word vomiting on Alexander of all people? And of course he was grinning again. “You do, holy shit! Aaron Burr has an Opinion!”

Anxiety twisted its way up Aaron’s chest, a network of brambles- or it could be, if he didn’t get himself under control. No, don’t think like that, he tried to berate himself. Aaron did not fidget, even if the energy in his veins surged with his agitation. Alexander always was the best at pulling his emotions out, and for the hundredth time Aaron wondered why he hadn’t cut ties yet. The teasing smile on Alexander slipped off, his eyes slipping into something more concerned than amused.

It would be the smartest choice, Aaron had known that fact from the very beginning. From the first conversation with Alexander and his friends, Aaron had never met anyone who could shatter his years of solid control in mere minutes. Which of course was why he avoided that whole group as a whole. Not that it stopped Alexander from approaching him all the damn time. The only person who put that kind of effort in talking to him, actually.

Alright, it wasn’t any kind of mystery. Aaron was just lonely. His chest pulsed again with unwanted feelings and Aaron squashed it before it could spread to the grass around them. He could almost feel the blades twitching under his influence, it wouldn’t take much.

Thankfully, Alexander seemed to realize that he’d pressed a little too far. He took a step back, dipping his head ever so slightly forward in the closest he ever gets to an apology.

“Sorry.” Or not, apparently? Aaron couldn’t keep the surprise from his face. “Really, man. I’ll back off, but you really should consider it, especially if it really matters to you.” Alexander paused, the corners of his lips lifting up ever so slightly. “I always knew you stood for something.”

Alexander turned abruptly and walked off, the usual bounce back in his step. Aaron didn’t move, staring after Alexander until he disappeared behind a crowd of students. Finally, he took a step, almost tripping over the grass twined around his ankles, much longer than it ought to be and already seeding.

Aaron cursed quietly, ripping the grass up forcefully. The small garden to his left had a small mass of green bulbs that weren’t there at the start of the conversation, mostly because it was almost winter and much too cold for new growth. Aaron gave the garden a long glare, knowing it would attract more attention if he tried to reverse the growth. It would be better to create distance.

Now if only Aaron could apply that wisdom to Hamilton, then everything would be safe again.


Alexander closed the door of his room behind him and leaned against it, his mind working a mile a minute. 

Aaron has powers.

He shut his eyes then opened them again to stare at the board he had hung on the wall above his bed. It was covered in articles about powered people, strings of yarn of different colors linking pictures and texts together. And at the middle of it stood a picture of his classmate, an annoyed look at being caught on camera.

Aaron has powers.

This thought pushed him to walk towards the board and roam his eyes on it again, as if he hadn’t countless times before. He had been right since the beginning.

Aaron is like me.

Ever since his birth, he had been able to feel the auras of the people around him, and that included powered people, whose auras revealed their powers. Of course, such a gift was best to be kept a secret, and even if it pained him to, he knew it would help in situations like this.

He had been drawn by the other’s powerful aura, a miriad of colors swirling around the boy’s frame, though kept close to this body as if he was constantly trying to contain or erase it. His aura was the most beautiful Alex had ever seen, and after listening to the younger man talk in class he knew he had to get close to him. But Burr kept everything close to himself and it had been a challenge to approach him and get his attention, and a seemingly impossible task to get him to talk about himself. But he had finally found a way.

Maybe getting him to work with him on his cause would grant Alex more time with the other powered student, and maybe then he could catch a glimpse of Aaron’s immense power.

Alexander set his hands on his hips and stared at Aaron’s face with determination.

One day, he would get him to show him his powers. And then, they would be unstoppable.

Finding Her

Part 4/5

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Pairing: marliza (maria x eliza)

Premise: modern soulmate au – Eliza and Maria desperately seek their soulmate in a world where their first words to you are written on your arm from birth.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1066 (the last one will be longer, I promise!)

tagging: @genericusernameblahblahblah 

a/n: enjoy <3 

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Eliza murmured into Angelica’s shoulder. All the sisters were cuddling on the couch together, comforting the middle child.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Angelica said. “It sounds like she just needs to figure some stuff out.”

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Lafayette sat on the hillside, his eyes gazing in to the endless void above him, his vigil echoing those of the stars. He could see his breath as it curled around him, white and cloudy against the black night. Below, he could hear and see the fires of the camp, watching the smoke in its journey to the sky. He supposed part of him felt like that smoke, part of him was one with the smoke, part of him wanted to join the smoke and fly through the air. The hill was cold and Lafayette could no longer feel his fingers, or his toes; his chin had gone numb some time ago. But he didn’t want to go back to his rooms; he didn’t want to see anyone. So he sat, and he watched, though what exactly he was watching was elusive to him.

Crunching was the thing that alerted him to Alexander’s presence, though the other man was as light on his feet as a thief in the night, Lafayette was somehow so attuned to him that he always knew when Alex was around. He wondered, somewhere in the depths of his mind, when he became so. Alexander stopped about five feet from him, illuminated from the campfires behind him, and breathing heavily from the hike; Lafayette watched his breath as it curled into the air. He also thought about whether or not each man breathed the same, or if each man had a different pattern of breath. Though, for the life of him, he could not come to a conclusion.

“Laf? Is that you?”

“Oui.” Lafayette decided that, that evening, he would be French.

“Ca va?” Alexander caught on quick, in tune as they were with each other.

“Comme un vide,” Lafayette said, feeling the void inside him roil and bark, swelling and calming all at once.

“Un vide? Pourquoi danc?” Alexander asked, confused, Lafayette could see his eyebrows knit together like they did when they surveyed Washington’s maps and charts.

“Je suis comme une étoile, si loin de mes frères,” Lafayette could feel the separation, the distance between him and his France so fiercely. He longed for the narrow streets of Paris, the wide open country of his home, the gently rolling fields; the manicured gardens, the cobbles and the hustle. The French people, the food; he missed it all.

“Je suis ton frère, Jean est ton frère; toute l'armée est une confrérie,” Alexander said, eyebrows still joined; he came to sit by Lafayette, so close Laf could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Forgive me, but that is not so much what I meant,” Lafayette looked down at his hands, pale from the cold; he noticed, though it felt like his body was not his own, that he was shaking.

“I know what you meant, you’re homesick, Lafayette.” Alexander put his arm around Lafayette’s shoulders, drawing him into his body; cradling him there like a child. “It won’t be long till the war is over and you can go back to France.”

“It will not be the France I knew, there is talk of throwing out the monarchy. There will be more war and bloodshed yet in my life.”

“There is no reason we can’t forget the war tonight, at least,” Alex said, taking out a flask and handing it to Lafayette.


“Drink, mon cher,” Alex grinned as Lafayette tipped his head back and the alcohol slipped down his throat, burning false warmth into him.

“Rum? Really?” Lafayette coughed.

“It was all I could find on such short notice, you know Laurens was worried about you after you disappeared on him,” Alexander shrugged.

“Where did you get it from, Alexander?” Lafayette stopped short, an eyebrow raised.

“…Arnold…” Alex muttered, though Lafayette could not hear what he was saying.

“Who?” Lafayette leaned in closer.

“Benedict Arnold. I stole it from him.”

“You stole rum from Major General Benedict Arnold.” Lafayette said, slowly absorbing what Alexander had said.

“Um, yes?” Alex shifted where he sat, nervously chuckling, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head.

“Alexander, you certainly have your ways of cheering people up,” Lafayette, shook his head, taking another swig from the flask.

“Je pourrais penser á un million d’autres,” Alex grinned, all traces of nervousness gone from his face in an instant.

“Oh?” Lafayette quirked an eyebrow.

Alexander didn’t say anything, instead he took Lafayette’s face in his hands, his thumbs coming to stroke Lafayette’s cheeks. He tilted his head slightly and captured Lafayette’s lips in his own. Lafayette could taste the sugar sweet rum on Alexander’s lips and tongue; he could smell the alcohol as he breathed through his nose. He ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, taking it out of its tight ponytail; letting the silk like locks flow through his hands. Alex’s hands burned into the sides of his face and further down to his chest. Suddenly, and Lafayette was not sure how it happened, he was straddling Alex as the other kissed his way down Lafayette’s chest and neck. He could feel Alexander’s lips across his skin like a red hot branding iron, nipping and kissing, tasting and taking everything Lafayette could give. Then, sense seemed to creep up on them with horrible finality; Lafayette pulled back, gasping.

“Oh.” He said. “I hope you didn’t mean it when you said you were a brother to me.”

“I do not.” Alexander said, “we should take this back to your rooms. My fingers are going blue.”

They stood and, rather unsteadily, made their way to Lafayette’s rooms; their fingers interlocked the whole way. As they got through the door, Alexander took Lafayette’s lips in his own, and walked them back until Lafayette’s knees hit the bed. Their positions reversed, Lafayette took the opportunity to explore Alex’s body, running his fingers over skin, taking Alexander’s shirt off in the process.

“Alexander are-“

“Yes, a thousand times, yes.” Alexander didn’t let him finish his sentence; the words died in his throat as their lips found each other once more.

A/N: @halpdevon I blame you for this. I wrote this on the train sitting next to an old white lady… oh god… This is what this ship has done to me… 

A/N ptII: I’ve edited this post as my previous author’s note made people (understandably) upset and uncomfortable. I accept that what I said was a little yikes and so, if you could, please reblog the edited version of the post!