Requested by @hamiltrashy1776: “Hiiii I have a request! So I keep seeing these imagines where modern au reader time travels back to hamiltime but I thought it would be cool if you did an Alex x reader where alex time travels from hamiltime to the Richard rogers theatre in modern au. And the reader plays Angelica in Hamilton and I guess they fall in love. Idk, you can do whatever you want with it. Thanks💕💕”
Trigger Warnings: obviously some historical inaccuracies
A/N: I didn’t expect to have so much fun writing this prompt. I couldn’t fit everything I wanted in this imagine; I had a million ideas running though my mind. So, in light of my never resting mind, I decided to make this a five part series. I’ve everything planned out already, so I’m super excited! Enjoy!
“Go home, Alexander. That’s an order from your commander.”
Alexander’s head hung in shame as he walked out of General Washington’s tent. He thought he was in the right. Lee had to answer for the things that he said, for the lives that were lost on his watch. Apparently, Alexander and General Washington didn’t see eye to eye.
After packing his things, he headed to his horse. He wanted the journey back home to be silent. He didn’t want to be bothered with some coachman trying to make small talk. As he mounted his horse, Aaron Burr walked by, wiping Lee’s blood off his hands. “Alexander, where are you going?” He asked.
He sighed as he looked down at Burr. He didn’t want to have to admit that even though the duel was in his favor, Washington was not. “It seems that I’ve been temporarily relieved, so to speak, of my duty.”
“General Washington sent you home?”
Burr looked to the ground, as he felt sorry for him. Sure, they don’t always agree with each other, but they were friends. “Maybe you need this break, Alexander. To go and spend time with your wife, and what have you.” He was serious. Burr noticed Hamilton’s tent lit up with a candle almost every night. It seemed that he was always writing. If it wasn’t a letter to Eliza, it was a letter to Congress. If not that, then it was battle strategy for Washington. He didn’t get enough sleep; Burr thought this might help.
“Perhaps.” Alexander muttered. “I suppose I’ll see you soon.”
“I suppose so.”
Alexander rode his horse for about an hour nonstop, headed for Harlem. Although silence was what he originally wanted, he couldn’t stand the emptiness. He had to rush home, if only to hear something other than the clicks of his horse’s hooves.
When he arrived, he carried his belongings inside, staying quiet just in case Eliza was asleep. Just as he set his belongings on the floor, Eliza rounded the corner with a frying pan up, ready to attack.
“Eliza! It’s just me!”
“Alexander?” She dropped the pan and ran to embrace him. “Why didn’t you call out? Give me peace of mind?”
“I didn’t think you’d be preparing for battle with kitchenware.” He chuckled. Eliza pulled back and slapped his arm, “I told you in my last letter I’ve been feeling paranoid.”
“There’s nothing to fear, my love.” As he tucked a strand of Eliza’s hair behind her ear, he looked over his lover. His eyes ran over her stomach, then to her legs, then back to her stomach. His eyebrows furrowed and her breath hitched. So this is what she’s been hiding, he thought.
“How long have you known?”
She fiddled with her hands, “A month or so?”
He looked at her incredulously. She had been going through the symptoms of pregnancy by herself? No one to help her? To comfort her? “Eliza, you should’ve told me!”
She turned and went to pick up the pan, speaking quietly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I wrote to General Washington-”
“I begged him to send you home!”
Alexander couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His General knew that his wife was pregnant before he did. Not only was he angry about that, but he felt guilty that she was here dealing with it without him to help her. Suddenly, he was praying for silence once more.
“I need to be alone.”
“Alexander-” She reached for his arm, but he snatched it away, heading for the stairs. “Just leave me be for a moment.” He told her.
He walked into the second bedroom of their house. They used it as a guest room. He sat at the edge of the bed and let out a breath. “I guess this will become your nursery, little one.” He said to no one in particular.
As he scanned around the room, he noticed a chest in the corner. He’d never seen it before. He doubted Eliza knew what it was, but he didn’t want to speak to her to ask. He walked over to it slowly, feeling a bit anxious for the first time in a long time.
When he opened it, he was confused. Why was there a random trunk of dresses in the guest room. Eliza kept all her dresses in the master bedroom. They looked fairly new as well; one pink, one yellow, and one blue. He picked up the pink one, letting the skirt of it lay in the chest.
He inspected the dress to see if there was any name on it. He found a tag on the inside that had delicate cursive writing on it. It read, Angelica.
“This isn’t Angelica’s handwriting.” He muttered.
Suddenly, he felt a tug on the dress. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes were now blown wide open. With his hand still gripping the dress, he leaned over the chest and peered inside.
“Nothing.” He whispered.
Before he could blink, another hard tug pulled him into the chest. He landed on the floor, hitting his head in the process. “Oh my god.” He heard a woman’s voice whispered. A door was slammed and he heard footsteps coming over to him.
He groaned and opened his eyes to see you, a beautiful young woman with a concerned look in your eyes. “Are you alright?”
He looked around at the unfamiliar room. There was some kind of fixture above a mirror that was emitting light. Where was he?
“I seem to have hit my head, but otherwise I believe I’m okay.” He managed to say.
You sighed in relief and she helped him stand up. “Good.” You started. “Then do you mind explaining to me who the fuck you are?”
Alexander stood with his mouth agape, “Excuse me?”
“What the hell are you doing in my dressing room?”
“Madam, I’ll have you know that I am Alexander Hamilton, and I would have you treat me as such.”
You scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, “Yeah, and I’m Angelica Schuyler.”
“No, you’re not. I think I would recognize my sister-in-law.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized that he was serious. “What year do you think this is?” You asked slowly. Alexander looked around at the same pace, seemingly filled with wonder, “I was going to answer with 1781, but that would be incorrect, wouldn’t it?”
You exasperatedly looked up at the ceiling, muttering curses to yourself. Alexander stood in surprise, as he’d never met a woman so open and with such unfiltered language. You, whom he decided to call Mystery Woman in his mind, seemed to take after Angelica in that you probably didn’t care about what Alexander (or any man, for that matter) thought of you. He looked you up and down, inspecting your body as you started pacing around the room. You had a beautiful figure, something wouldn’t have noticed in a dress from his time. He then noticed that Mystery Woman was wearing pants.
“Miss, may I ask why you are wearing pants? And what is that material?” He reached out for your leg to feel it and you smacked his hand away. “Do not touch me.” You demanded.
Alexander sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. It was clear that this was an extremely different time. He didn’t know if it was just a bruised ego, but no one in 1781 would treat him this way. “I understand this is strange for you. It’s confusing for me as well.” He finally said. “Maybe you could start by telling me your name?”
You mimicked his actions, your arms across your chest. You ran a hand through your hair and, with a deep breath, spoke, “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."
"Well, Miss Y/L/N-"
"Y/N,” He corrected quickly, “What year is this?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but hesitated. How would he take this? You’d always read that it was fun to theorize what would happen if a historical figure came to modern times, but you could definitely say this was anything but fun. What if he went crazy? I mean, if you woke up in 1781, you’d be pretty pissed off. And confused. Scared, maybe.
Before you could answer, a voice sounded over the intercom. “Ten minutes to showtime. Ten minutes.”
You leaped for your dress and began unzipping your jeans, suddenly very aware of his presence. “Um,” You started, “Could you turn around? Like face the wall?”
“If you insist. But I must say, I’m well versed in female anatomy.” Alexander smirked, happy that he could finally be himself and make a smart comeback. He turned his back and you sarcastically chuckled. “Well, Alexander,” You noted his wince here as you pulled off pants and top, “If you turn your head even a fraction of an angle, you can expect Philip to be your first and last child.”
You literally face-palmed yourself. Right, you thought, Philip hasn’t been born yet. You cursed yourself for telling him this. You didn’t know what affect this might have on his life now, on the future. Time paradoxes are a thing, right?
“Forget I said anything.”
“Is Philip my first child?”
“Eliza did say she was pregnant.”
“So I have more children after him?”
You scoffed, “That’s an understatement.” You shook your head, willing yourself to back on track. “Hamilton!” You called loudly.
Alexander’s eyes widened as his head snapped towards you. By then, you were dressed in your costume, giving him a somewhat recognizable sight. He was relieved for the familiarity, but let out a breath as you called his name once more. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “You reminded me of someone.”
“Look, as soon as I finish the show, we will work on getting you back home. Until then, you need to stay here.” You told him. He looked at you incredulously, “You cannot expect me to just remain here.”
“Do you want to explain to a bunch of people from 2017 that your Alexander Hamilton from 1781?” You snapped. He was taken aback once more, feeling a bit upset that he’s getting used to the way you sass him. However, he was more focused on the fact that you said this was the year 2017.
“Three minutes until the top of the show. Three minutes.”
You sighed as you recognized the homesickness on his face. You felt bad for him. He wasn’t just in a new place; he was in an entirely different time. Entirely different customs and clothing and contraptions that completely and utterly confounded him. He was clearly scared for the first time in a long time, but desperately tried to hide it.
“I will explain to you what I can after the show. Until then, I need you stay put, okay?”
before s2 drops tomorrow (tomorrow? the day after? idk when itll be for me i live in fucking australia) i wanted to post some quick thoughts
1. if the theories are true and lance gets captured, it would be really cool if they used that as a way to develop the galra empire more by getting to know them as individuals rather than the amorphous Evil Hive Mind™. maybe they could have lance try to break out himself (it would be very cool to see some great lance escape plan) and blend in with the galra citizens, maybe we could find out more about whats going on in the empire (like that soldier allura talked to didnt seem like an inherently awful guy! we could find out what regular people think about zarkon/the empire)
2. its been implied that keith will have to take over as leader in some sort of shiro drama, but going by what allura said in the first episode he shouldnt be able to pilot the black lion? she said that “the pilot and lion’s quintessence must match” or something to that effect, so if he’s got red lion quintessence, logically he shouldnt be able to pilot the black lion :/
3. i really hope they elaborate on allura’s storyline, like she was referred to as a ‘sacred altean’ by an alien grandma thats some chosen one shit my dude!! whats her big destiny?? i have so many questions about allura i really hope they develop her personal arc more!!
4. what the fuck happened to proroks body after pidge n rover killed him?? if its still intact thats probably gonna start stinking soon.. .
national coming out day : reminder that it is okay, your sexuality is valid, don’t let anyone make you think other wise. if you use this day to come out, congrats !! im proud of you and i hope everything goes well i’m sure you will be more accepted than you may think. while this day is an opportunity to come out, it does not mean you have to if you’re not ready and not in a safe place, you come out to people on your own terms at your own pace. ((also remember it’s okay to not know what you are yet, only you can identify yourself and just because others have decided they’re happy with one specific label doesn’t mean you have to give yourself one now or ever if you don’t want to))
I don’t know if everyone is like this, but I find it really cool that the wings of fire series can suck me into the world so completely that when the dragonets come across a human I think, “oh, what a cute squabbling animal, I would totally have one as a pet- OH WAIT THATS ME”
KYLE Why did you try to find the dog again? STAN Uhhhh cuz you said if I put the dog face filter on Coconut you won’t be mad at me anymore So… :0 KYLE You know I was never mad at you, right? It was a joke. I was joking. STAN Yeah I know But I wanted to do it anyways KYLE Why? STAN Idk I thought you would get a kick outta it? I wanted to make you smile
KYLE You’re fucking unbelievable. STAN Yeah but did it work KYLE Yes. It worked. You made me smile.
[ Fanart for the fanfic ✓✓ Read !! You should check it out because it’s funny and tbh my fav so uH- it’s written in text format too (cool woah) i love it and maybe you guys will too <3 ]
i dont rly??? know what to say? that’s a lot of people and i never thought i would reach this kind of milestone, i.. appreciate u all very dearly.. and i’m glad to run this blog… it’s pretty damn cool..ay.. maybe i’ll do something like make a video to celebrate this or something! idk ! any ideas send them my way
I always see other blogs do Secret Santa so I thought it might be cool to do a fob version (which I’m sure there will be other people doing it as well) but it would basically be like the BBP where we pair you up and you would make them something like fanart/song or cover/poem/idk but if anyone wanted to actually make/send someone something and want to exchange addresses with that person that would be entirely up to you. It could be drawn or a video if it’s a song cover idk I just thought it would be fun and I’ll get more specific information soon!
I feel kind of alone in this respect, but I wish they made Alex bi instead of gay. Don't get me wrong I love her and Maggie together. It just I'm bi and I don't really have a lot of people like me in the media. (At least not shows I watch). I mostly say this because last season she had really great chemistry with max lord and I thought it would be cool if she was bi. It's great that she's gay and has a good support system there but idk. What do you think?
I don’t think you are alone anon, I saw posts about it the other day. But I won’t give my personal opinion here. Because we want this blog free from personal opinion or perspective. There are 3 members here, you can ask one of us on our personal blog. [anis/furriosa]
i think harry could go a david bowie sort of route with his music/style/persona idk, i just feel like he could and it would be so awesome..rock pop everything and androgynous and a little weird and just ~cool …just a thought
Art Request from a shy Nanny: #5 so it's like a black and white film cirque 1940s: Garashir just about to kiss in the rain. Umbrella? No umbrella? IDK! Thank you very much!
Something like…like this? *__* This is super special paper that I’ve been saving for a while! I found it inside an old frame I bought from a thrift store. I don’t know why, but I thought it would be really cool to paint on it. <3 Lyrics by Snow Patrol.
[As ever, I’m open for your art requests (esp. Garashir!)]