Summary: The Reader and Alexander exchange paper planes
Word count: 736
Warnings: Soulmates!AU; Modern!AU.
For you, one of
the most beautiful things in life was having a soulmate and communicating with
them through paper planes. It was simple and exciting, writing messages to
someone you were destined to be with but didn’t know yet.
One day, having
mustered up all the courage you could, you decided to write your first letter
to your soulmate. You sat at the desk in your bedroom, paper and pen in front
[Hi! I’m (Y/N).
How are you? I don’t know what to write, so… tell me about your day?]
Okay, it was probably
the lamest first message ever sent to a soulmate.
You folded it up
carefully and sent it out your window, watching how it flew steadily and
disappeared in the distance.
An hour went by.
Two. Three. And still no response. Maybe they couldn’t write back? Maybe your
plane hadn’t reached them yet? Maybe you had no soulmate? You shook your head,
clearing up your mind from that last thought. You would wait.
The next day you
woke up to a light knocking on your window. Confused, you got up and drew the
“What the fuck?”
There wasn’t only a paper plane, there were FIVE of them, and by the looks of
it they were all written on both sides. You opened your window and the planes
got in, landing on your bed in line.
You picked the closest one and noticed a small ‘1’ on a corner when you
Turns out it was a
5-pages-essay on how awful their day had been and how ‘everything bad in their
life was Thomas Jefferson’s fault’. Wow. Your soulmate hated him to the point
of forgetting to give their own name.
Just then, another
paper plane landed next to you. This one was significantly shorter, it only
Sorry for the rant! I got overexcited for receiving your letter and I had had a
stressful day as you must have deduced by my letters, so I wrote it all down.
repeated to yourself. “That’s a nice name” you said smiling.
Days and months
went by, Alexander and you exchanging letters almost daily. Soon you had to buy
boxes in order to keep all of Alexander’s letters safe and organized: he wrote
like he needed it to survive! Plane after plane you learned that his last name
was Hamilton, he lived in NY, he was bisexual, he called his group of friends
(John, Hercules and Lafayette) the Revolutionary Set and hated Thomas Jefferson
(whose resemblance to Lafayette was beyond scary, in Alexander’s opinion) more
than he hated losing a debate, and boy did he hate it.
When you both felt
that you trusted each other enough, you agreed to meet up.
That takes us to
this moment: you waiting inside Caribbean
Cafeteria, waiting for your coffee and trying to calm down your nerves. But
no one can blame you, you’re about to meet your soulmate face to face for the
Next thing you
know, a paper plane lands in front of you.
“(Y/N)?” You hear
a man’s voice say. You look up and you swear that your heart is pounding
stronger than ever. A handsome man is approaching you. His hair, tied back in a
ponytail sways with every step he takes. His brown eyes are bright with emotion
and fixated to yours. His smile is sincere and beautiful. “Oh my God it’s
You don’t know
when, but you’ve stood up and Alexander is hugging you and you can feel he’s
slightly out of breath. You relax in his embrace before laughing lightly.
“I guess you’re
Alexander, then” you comment jokingly.
The door opens
again and three men step inside coming in your direction. Right then, Alexander
breaks the hug, steps behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders.
“Guys! Look at my
costumers turn to look at you all while the Revolutionary Set cheers.
moves away from you, blushing.
“I’m sorry! I got
ahead of myself. You’re just… so much better than I had imagined and maybe I
overreacted a bit.” He says smiling sheepishly.
“It’s okay, you
dork. You’re pretty handsome yourself– I mean– coffee?” You offer to them,
trying to distract them from the fact that you just called Alexander ‘handsome’.
Maybe you were
getting a bit ahead of yourself too.