john lafayette

When The Clock Strikes 12 [Lafayette/Reader]

Woo! First fic for @hamwriters write-a-thon down! This idea came to me after searching for a ton of different AUs to work with. Now to finish up my GWash/Trans!Reader fic, then work on my femslash fic for the write-a-thon! Please enjoy!

Thank you to my wonderful amazing tumblr budbuds that inspired me to do a good job and inspire me in general! @musicalmiranda @love-doesnt-discriminate @hamilficsfordays @gunsandfics @boss-headcanons @diggs4life @imagineham @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou @secretschuylersister and @tempfixeliza <3 You’re all so kind and amazing and even if I don’t interact with you or chat with you, what you do and how funny/cute/relatable/sweet you all are makes me smile and makes me realize that the Hamilton (more specifically writing) community is such an incredible place to be!

Warnings: Alcohol, some swearing at the end, Lafayette’s full name (like w o a h), and New Years in case anyone has bad experiences with New Years!

Word count: 1514

Grabbing your third glass of cold, cheap champagne for the night, you laugh at a joke that Hercules had just told that wasn’t even funny. He seemed so enthusiastic about it that you couldn’t help it, but even sober, you couldn’t comprehend the punchline or how it was supposed to work out to be as funny as everyone made it sound like it was. You take a sip and walk off, trying to find the person who had dragged you here in the first place, Lafayette. 

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“Come on John and Y/N! We’re gonna be late for Alex’s meeting.” Hercules yelled, baning on the door of one of two small bathrooms in your apartment. It wasn’t your fault that John was in a mood. Now it probably didn’t help that you were in a dress that was Alex’s idea, the deep purple v-neck, that stopped mid-thigh. Alex was hoping to distract Jefferson and make him stutter or something. 

“Herc I am trying to get ready but John is being distracting Herc please help.” you say, John still grinding up against you. Herc opens the door and sits john on the toilet, basically sitting on top of him. “Laff, Honey? Can you come and help with with my makeup?” You hear Lafayette come down the hall, and when he comes in, his shirt hasn’t even been buttoned up.  

“Mon amor, what would you do without me?” He says, making you sit on the counter and he stepped into the bathtub to let Herc and John pass by. He came over and started to do your eyebrows, knowing that you just like simple makeup. You started buttoning up his shirt, starting at the bottom, making him sigh. “I like it so much more when you take it off mon ange.” he says, finishing off your eyebrows as Herc comes in.

“Now please you two,” he says, handing you Laf’s jacket and you throw it on, grabbing your bag and putting a chapstick in there. John drives the four of you to the meeting hall, where Washington is already standing outside, looking annoyed already. 

“Has it started yet sir?” you ask, putting your hand on his arm. He silently shakes his head and walks inside with you, your boyfriends following you. 

“They are going to be debating whether we should go through with Alex’s financial plan. Could you sit with him and make sure he doesn’t do anything to rash?” You nod, following Washington and giving them a thumbs up, making them look at you funny. 

“Alex, look who I brought.” Alex turned around quickly, his ponytail whipping around and nearly hitting him in the face. 

“What are you doing down here honey? Normally it is one of the guys.” he says, taking your jacket and leading you over to Jefferson, trying to be friendly. “You look amazing by the way, I love this dress.” he says, smirking a little while his arm is around your waist, both Jefferson and Madison basically drooling with how wide their mouths are. “We are definitely having some fun tonight.”

“Laurens was trying to get some earlier but Herc stopped him. I want some later though.” you say, kissing him right behind the ear right where he likes it.


*Alexander Hamilton x reader
*65: Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing

A/N: Alright, so, this is my first imagine ever so it’s gonna be pretty shitty. Just a fair warning. Also, I apologize because there might be some grammar mistakes, I didn’t check it. Anyways, requests are open :)

Warnings: Like one bad word and bad, unchecked writing??

*No one’s point of view*
“Ah, yes, Mrs. Jefferson truly is beautiful.” Thomas bragged, smirking as he nodded in head in agreement with whatever James Madison was saying. Alex scoffed, rolling his eyes as his mind immediately went to the love of his life… Y/n Y/f/n. No one could ever compare with her. She was truly the most gorgeous person Alex had ever seen.

Alex suddenly felt eyes of him, making him aware of how loud his scoff really was. He met eyes with Thomas, just wanting to slap that smirk off of his face. “What is it, Mr. Hamilton? Is someone jealous that they have no one to love them?” He laughed, making Alex shake his head. How was he gonna get out of this one? 

“Of course I do,” Alex began, trying not to wince as he knew he had dug himself into a hole there was no getting out of. “I’m courted with the most beautiful women alive… She has amazing eyes and a beautiful smile, she is truly perfect. In fact, she’ll be at the ball tonight.” He smiled softly, thinking of Y/n, she truly did have amazing eyes. He could get lost in them forever-

Thomas scoffed, shaking his head as he turned to James. “You hear this guy? As if anyone would want to be courted with him.” James chuckled, shaking his head before sneezing into his handkerchief making both Thomas and Alex roll their eyes. Alex sneered, narrowing his eyes at Thomas as he stood up from his chair. “She is probably just someone Alex made up because he’s so alone.” Alex growled, “you won’t be laughing when you see her at the ball tonight.” Thomas simply shrugged, still smirking as he walked away, Madison trailing behind him. He groaned softly, what did he just get himself into?

*Time skip*

Alex rushed towards Y/n’s house, panting as he reached her door. He knocked, smiling at the maid who opened the door, “good afternoon, Mr. Hamilton.” He nodded his head in greeting, smiling when she let him inside. “Ms. Y/l/n is just up in her bedroom. I shall go fetch for her.” Alex nodded and waited in the parlor, sighing, he didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t agree with this. 

A few minutes later, y/n was walking into the parlor, smiling when she saw Alex waiting. “Alexander,” she grinned, walking over as fast as she could without tripping on her long skirt and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent. She pulled away, looking up at him. “What brings you here today?” Suddenly, Alexander’s smile dropped and he looked nervous again. “I uh.. so, I sort of, kind of, may have, said that you and I were courting-” “Alexander!” Y/n exclaimed, her eyes wide as she cut him off. Alex dropped his head, sighing. “I know, but Thomas Jefferson was bragging about how beautiful his wife is and I couldn’t take it, so I lied and said you and I were courted and that’d you’d come to the ball with me tonight-”

“Alexander-” Y/n tried to speak, only to be cut off by Alex’s rant. “Alexander!” She called out, sighing when she finally got him to shut up. “Alex, I will go with you tonight. But it is still not okay that you lied to Mr. Jefferson.” Y/n stated firmly, putting her hands on her hips, making Alex nod his head. “But I couldn’t help it! He looked so smug and-” Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “Alex, I already said I’d go. Now, be on your way, I’ll see you tonight.” Alex grinned, nodding as he gently lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it. “Until then, Ms. Y/l/n.” He then walked out of the parlor, unknowingly leaving Y/n a grinning and blushing mess. For some reason, she wasn’t too upset that Alexander lied and said they were courting.. In fact, it brought butterflies to her stomach at the mere thought of it. 

*Another time skip*

It had been a few hours since Alex had left, and Y/n hadn’t stopped grinning since. The older maids cooed at the blushing young lady as one brushed through her hair and the other did her makeup. “Ms. Y/n, you look exactly like your mother when she was your age.” One lady said as she laced up her corset. Y/n smiled softly, she had never met her mother, as she had died after giving birth to her, yet she had seen pictures and she was truly a beautiful young woman. Once the corset had been tightened up, and after countless complaints from Y/n, she was able to look in the mirror. She smiled, as she looked exactly like her mother. 

Y/n let out a gasp and smiled, spinning around to take in the beautiful dress. “It was your mothers, I remember she wore it the night she met your father.” Y/n smiled softly, thinking of her mother, wearing this dress and meeting her father and falling in love. “It’s… It’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Ms. Clara.” The maid nodded, stepping away to allow the last two maids to add some finishing touches. 

It was awhile before Alexander finally arrived, wearing his blue soldier’s uniform with a carriage behind him waiting. “You look… Absolutely stunning, ms. Y/n.” Y/n grinned, taking Alex’s hand and allowing him to lead her to the carriage. “You look very dashing as well, Mr. Hamilton.” He grinned, letting her get into the carriage first before getting in himself and closing the door. 

Once they arrived at Washington’s manor, where the ball was being held, Alexander lead her inside, nodding his head in greeting as some unfamiliar people passing by them. Y/n and Alex walked into the ballroom, Y/n smiling at the sight of a band playing music and people dancing together. Alex looked around nervously, as if he was looking for someone when suddenly his eyes widened as he turned to Y/n. “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing.” Y/n raised a brow but nodded her head slowly, taking Alexander’s hand in hers as a man with large, curly hair as a smaller lady standing beside him stopped in front of them, a smirk on the mans face.

“Well well well… Tell me Alex, how much did it cost you to score up this little doll?” Alex stiffened beside her and Y/n looked at him with worry, “Mr. Jefferson,” he said firmly, before turning to his wife, “Mrs. Jefferson.” Y/n turned away from Alex and looked at Mr. Jefferson and his wife, his wife’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her husband in shock. Mr. Jefferson was just smirking proudly. 

Y/n pulled away from Alex and cleared her throat, turning to Thomas. “Thomas… What makes you think you have the right to say such rude things? I can assure you, me and Alex are indeed courted, he has no need to pay me to attend such events with him. Now, why don’t you scurry along and get back to doing whatever the hell you were doing before, as long as it’s away from us.” She paused and turned to Mrs. Jefferson, “I will apologize to you, but I will not apologize to Mr. Jefferson as he does not deserve it. Have a good night, Mrs. Jefferson.” His wife smiled warmly and nodded her head, “you as well, Ms. Y/l/n, I can assure you Thomas will be getting a stern talking too later.” Y/n smiled warmly, taking Alexander’s hand in hers.

She watched as Mrs. Jefferson pulled a wide-eyed Thomas away from them, leading him to a table. She giggled and turned Alex, “care to dance?” Alex looked down at her with adoring eyes, nodding his head as she lead him to the dance floor, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning to rest her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for standing up for me like that, you didn’t need to,” Y/n pulled away with wide eyes, “Alex, of course I do. You do not deserve such treatment.” 

Y/n leaned back into Alex and smiled when Alex let out a content sigh, dancing slowly with her. They continued dancing, ignoring the pouting Thomas being forced to stay at his table, Mrs. Jefferson still talking firmly to him about his behavior. 

Once everything was over, and Alex was walking y/n back up to the y/f/n manor, he took her hand in his, gulping nervously as he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, which was totally normal whenever he was around her. “Uh.. so.. tonight was fun,” he managed to stutter out, smiling when y/n laughed and nodded her head in agreement, “indeed it was.”

It was quiet for a few more moments before y/n spoke up, “well, I should be going-” “wait!” Alex said softly, cutting y/n off. “I.. um, you’re probably wondering why, out of every girl, I chose you to be my pretend love interest..” He laughed nervously, running a hand through his long hair. Y/n nodded softly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It’s because, well… I love you, y/n. I am absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent in love with you. And I’ve been in love with you since we first met-”

Y/n stopped listening after Alex admitted he was in love with her, a soft smile growing as she turned to face the man she had fallen in love with in the span of a year, moving towards him to press her lips to his, stopping his ranting as he wrapped his arms around her waist, their lips moving in sync. 

After a few moments, they pulled away, breathless. “Alexander Hamilton, when I first met you, I was absolutely helpless. And I am one-hundred percent in love with you as well.” Alex still kept his arms around her waist, smiling softly as he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“Will you, y/n y/l/n, give me the honor of courting you?” Y/n grinned and nodded, kissing him again only to pull away..


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hamilton + fantasy rpg headcanons

(like skyrim, dragon age, etc)


  • an EXTREMELY powerful mage.
    • he excels in fire magic specfically.
  • writes books upon books of magic history, magic spells, magic theory
    • and, all the while, he doesn’t actually use his magic quite that much.
    • he battles, of course, but only when he has a job to do
    • if not, hes locked up in whatever inn hes staying at, writing more books on how to properly position your fingers to get the best expulsion of flames.
  • in battle, alexander doesn’t carry a physical weapon with him, other than a dagger. he relies on his magic most. he runs head-first into battle, but as he gets weaker, he retreats into the background to recuperate, then goes back in.
  • alexander’s favoured weapon is hand-casted fire magic. 
  • besides writing and fighting, he is very interested in alchemy (mixing potion and health potions, specfically) and enchanting weaponry.
  • he wants to be a magic professor when he grows too old to fight. 


  • he has been a soldier since he was born (basically)
    • knows his way around all types of weaponry, but prefers two handed weapons.
    • what? its just better.
  • he is really good with positioning and blocking, knowing when to move and when not to…
  • but he always forgets people can be behind him.
  • (he has specially made armour with extra back protection)
  • sometimes gets too into it during battle, and quite often ends up just flailing around and hitting literally everyone.
    • this is why he doesnt have a higher rank; hes severely injured rather important people on his side.
  • most likely to sneak out of the camp at night and listen to the sounds of the wilderness by himself. a moment of peace amidst the chaos.
  • john’s favoured weapon is a two-handed battle axe.
  • besides fighting, john likes drawing and dancing - he is always the one to start fire-side dances and whenever they have a break on a journey, he draws something in the nature around them.

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Hamilton highschool au ideas

Alex is a senior who’s captain of the debate team and also student council president. Aaron wanted to be president and is extremely jealous.

Herc knows all the gossip and good at eavesdropping. Alex gets him to spy on Jefferson whenever he thinks he’s doing something suspicious.

Lafayette is a french exchange student and always finds people in compromising positions. Give him a break. Does gay stuff sometimes with Herc.

Laurens is Hamilton’s bf who punches any trump supporter or nazi within a ten mile radius of him. Always manages to not get caught.

KG3 is actually just a rich kid whos a theatre enthusiast and has 1 friend (its seabury). Wears vests and bowties everyday. He has quite a collection of novelty bowties too.

Samuel Seabury is just a short christian kid who always wears sweatshirts and follows george around everywhere. Crushes hard on him but hates it bc his parents r very conservative.

GWash is the principal and Charles Lee is the very bad vice principal.

Hamilton Things

- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])

- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons

- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.

- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.

- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.

- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.

- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.

- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.

- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he is quite literally a generation older, in both his ideals and age.

- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.

- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.

- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.

- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.

- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.

- Not only did Eliza establish the orphanage, she also helped to establish the first school in Washington Heights. Lin could have included the words “in Washington Heights” as a reference to his other musical, but decided against it.

hamilton characters as actual things said in my class
  • alexander hamilton: 17 is the best number of all time and anyone who contradicts can meet me in the pit
  • aaron burr: oh no please don't do this ill kinkshame you
  • john laurens: [about our class turtle] he's beauty he's grace he's mr. turtnited states
  • lafayette: [screeches] MINI CROISSAAAAAAAAAANTS
  • hercules mulligan: my scarf protects me from harm
  • george washington: if you call me daddy again i will literally kick your ass
  • angelica schuyler: [2 hours late to school] sorry feminism called
  • eliza schuyler: dont worry, its my sole purpose in life to be overlooked
  • peggy schuyler: merp
  • king george: [in swivel chair] PUSH ME AROUND TINY PEASANTS
  • thomas jefferson: talk french to me english can go fuck itself
  • james madison: if i was a mcdonalds order i would be a milkshake and small cry
  • philip hamilton: [puts hands up] i am the sun
  • maria reynolds: the answer is me cause im a ten bitches

Having all of the Hamilton songs on shuffle is such an anxiety ride like you could be counting to 10 and expect Ten Duel Commandments but it’d be The World was Wide Enough or you’d hear the BAM-BADADA-BAM-BAM-BAM and wonder if it’s Alexander Hamilton, A Winter’s Ball, Guns and Ships or The Adams Administration, or you could be crying over the ending of Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story and them !!!BOOM!!! LEE DO YOU Y I E L D

Hamilton as quotes from my School
  • <p> <b>Alexander Hamilton:</b> I've had bags under my eyes for the last decade what's new?<p/><b>John Laurens:</b> I'm only a /little/ gay for my best friend.<p/><b>Lafayette:</b> How you say, shut up before I kill you?<p/><b>Hercules Mulligan:</b> I had to give up sewing once I lost half my body weight in blood from stabbing my fingers.<p/><b>Angelica Schuyler:</b> What's it called when you have the hots for a guy you can't have? My life.<p/><b>Eliza Schuyler:</b> I may look like a cinnamon roll but I will hurt you.<p/><b>Peggy Schuyler:</b> No it's just my goal in life to be beautiful and forgotten.<p/><b>Aaron Burr:</b> I will hit you with my chair if you don't stop talking to me.<p/><b>Thomas Jefferson:</b> That place is better than here and I've never even been there.<p/><b>James Madison:</b> I've accepted death the minute I was born, this world hates me. *sneezes*<p/><b>George Washington:</b> I'm going to die because of you all... *downs second red bull in two hours*<p/></p>
thomas jefferson
  • what he says: i arranged the venue, the menu, the seating
  • what he means: we're having macaroni and cheese and im not sitting next to hamilton you fuckers

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