You stared up at him blankly. You crossed your arms over your chest from where you sat along the curb. You couldn’t outrun them, fighting back would be pointless, so you were going to sit here. You’d outlast them.
This is a part of the Small Thing to Two Giants series
Note: Okay guys I am still on break from writing, but I found this in my docs like half finished and figured I’d quickly finish it off and let y’all have it. This was my first time writing a threesome and also it’s the first smut piece for STTTG I hope you enjoy! Also shout out to @daveeddiggsit for proofreading this for me!
Warning: smut, oral sex, probably swearing (I don’t even know I was half asleep when I finished this off)
You sigh as you crash into bed at 9:30 after pulling one of Daveed’s shirts over your head. You can’t remember the last time you went to bed so early but here you are tired of everything and ready to curl up under the covers. Without your boys either side of you the bed feels too big. It feels too big for one tiny little person. Herc jumps up on the end of the bed and curls up at your feet, his presence bringing a small smile to your face.
Herc is the only one who’s been around to bring a smile to your face lately. You know Daveed and Oak don’t mean to be away all the time, and of course you’re happy for them. As hamilton’s popularity grows your boys are needed more and more for press events and photo shoots.
The thing about it that’s been getting on your nerves is that while they have spent so much time away from you, they’ve been together. All day, every day they’ve been able to spend their time together while the only times you get to see them is in the morning before you go to work and at night when they get home.
As the thoughts swim around in your head you don’t notice the sound of the front door being opened a while later until you hear Daveed’s voice.
“Lin that’s an awful idea.” Chris groaned and I smiled from where I was standing behind them.
“No it’s not. Chris you just gotta seduce them with your knowledge about George Washington.”
“Chris is right.” I added and they spun around, nearly losing their balance.
“See, I told you.”
“Oh c'mon, Y/N wouldn’t you love it if someone approached you and just started sharing their obscure amount of knowledge about George Washington?”
“No, let it be on record that I don’t have a George Washington kink.” I replied and Chris lost it, nearly falling off the stage because of how hard he was laughing. Lin looked extremely flustered.
“I mean that isn’t what I was implying.”
“I know but if someone were to start off with random facts about him I would be more than a little confused.”
“Are you taking notes Chris?” Lin asked and I looked at Lin confused.
“Chris, my friend, please do not tell me that you were about to flirt with someone by telling them facts about George Washington.”
“Lin wanted me to.”
“Lin is probably trying to mess your chances up then.”
“Hey!” Lin said defensively and I rolled my eyes. “Why did you come over here anyway?”
“Because I just wanted to talk with my best friend, isn’t that enough?” I asked him and he smirked.
“I’ll leave you kids to it. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He told us and he walked away away after winking and nearly tripping.
“Nerd.” Chris said affectionately under his breath and I looked at him and smiled. He turned his head so he was looking at me again and he smiled a bit as well.
“So who were you planning on using your knowledge of George Washington on?”
“They must be if you’re willing to go to such lengths.”
“You have no idea.” He said, his smile growing a bit and he looked at me the same way he looked at Lin.
“This is Benny at the dispatch- yo!” I started singing before turning around and running into Chris.
“Were you singing Benny’s Dispatch?”
“No.” I denied immediately, more embarressed than anything because I just ran into the man who sung it first.
“I just heard you start singing it though- it sounded really good.”
“Please you sound amazing in it so I doubt that I could do it justice, had I been singing it.” I told him and he looked at me in disbelief.
“You’re kidding, right? Because you just sang seven words and I’m already in love.” He told me and he stiffened a bit before his face started turning red.
“Well for the record, I was in love the first time I heard you sing as well.” I told him, lightening the mood. He visibly relaxed and smiled again.
“We should sing it together one time.”
“Or just together in general.”
“It’s a date.”
“I guess it is.” I smiled nervously and he grabbed his phone and started playing it and we both sang along, his voice much louder than mine since he was obviously more comfortable with the song. Everytime we played it, I grew more confident and my voice became louder. He kept smiling everytime it did.
We glanced at each other at the same time, our smiles making it difficult to continue singing.
“It’s good to see your face.”
“It’s your last show today.” I told him and he smiled sadly.
“C'mon, have a drink with me, one last time.”
“God I’m gonna miss having you around. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. I’m going to miss you too, Y/N.”
“Promise to keep in touch with everyone?”
“Yeah, of course. I do have something I want to tell you before I leave though.”
“George Washington wrote close to twenty thousand letters and he had thirty dogs.”
“That’s interesting but why are you-”
“Finally listening to Lin.”
“Listening to Lin about-” I started before remembering about his plan to have Chris seduce someone with his knowledge about George Washington.
“I didn’t start off with it.” He pointed out and I laughed a bit.
“I mean for the record, out of all the ways people have asked me out this is definetly the weirdest.” I smiled and he grabbed my hands nervously.
“Yes.” I told him and his smile grew and we both momentarily forgot the fact that it was his last show. And that the show began in less than twenty minutes. That was until they announced it.
“Goddammit I’ve waited this long.” He mumbled and he kissed me.
John looked down at you warily. He stroked your hair, saw your face relax slightly underneath the morning light. Your arms were still tightly wound around his torso. You had your head on his chest. Alex had woken you up, but he managed to get you back to sleep.
It was only the two of you in bed. Alex had gotten up to talk to Laf downstairs. He was fuming, looked ready to punch Laf as soon as he woke up, but John touched his hand before he left the room.
He needed to stay calm for once. At least calm enough to put Laf in his place.
“Baby girl,” John said softly, kissing your head. “Alex is gonna sort this out. Just need you to talk a little today.” He stroked your hair, running his hands through it gently.
You were still asleep, quiet and pliant. You had yet to speak, but you looked better than you did last night. John pressed one more kiss to your cheek before deciding not to disturb you further. You’d be up in a little. There was no need to worry. At least, not now.
Alex took three deep breaths and then went downstairs. He was frustrated and angry and yet there was a little part of him that told him that Laf was always right. Listen to Laf.
His hands were shaking so much. He quickly knew why.
“Laf.” Alex said quietly, standing in front of him. He stood up a little straighter, knowing he would need the courage to stand up to his alpha.
“Hm?” Laf glanced up at Alex from his book. He only looked up for a moment before looking back down at the words on the page. Alex growled in response and grabbed the book out of his alpha’s hands. Alex tossed the book to the side, heard it hit the wall. He wasn’t surprised when Laf shot him a glare.
Laf straightened up. Perhaps Alex was being difficult again. He opened his mouth to say something, but Alex quickly cut him off.
“What are you gonna do? Give me the same speech you gave (Y/N)?” He snapped. His voice echoed throughout the living room. “Which by the way is not okay!”
“I’m not done!” He felt his chest rise and fall, but he was quick to start up again. “You and Herc always say you’ll be fair. That’s why John and I chose you and I’m pretty sure that’s why (Y/N) chose you too!” He screamed. “We chose you because you didn’t demand our respect. Y-You sought to earn it. So how do you think I felt when she told me what you said to her to get her into the car?! How do you think John felt?!”
He paused, letting Laf process his words. He saw how Laf’s face started to crumble a little. Suddenly, their roles were reversed.
Alex found it strange, found it uncomfortable even, but he began to like it. He liked having Laf at his feet for once instead of the other way around. Sure, Laf and Herc always listened to him but this–this was different. This was a different kind of power.
He’d take advantage of this.
“For you to force her into the car like that wasn’t fucking fair at all. Now you have her walking around on edge. Did you even notice that? I’ve never felt her cling to me and John so tightly before. Never.” He emphasized, feeling his eyes well up with tears and his face grow hotter with anger. He sniffed a little, but he cleared his throat. His voice was softer as he said, “S-She’s not even talking, Laf. Congratulations, you’ve literally rendered her speechless.”
Laf looked up at Alex confused. He furrowed his brows together almost like he didn’t understand what Alex had said but he did. He understood every word.
“You don’t get to be fucking quiet, Laf. Say something!” Alex screamed.
“S-She’s not talking?” Laf whispered. He felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. His hair stood up on end and he felt like he couldn’t move. I did…that?
The first word that popped in his head was monster and it rang and rang and rang through his mind. It was this horrible cacophony of ugly words, making him feel nauseated. He couldn’t think about anything else. All he knew was that he messed up. He hurt you and he was horrible.
Alex yelling at him didn’t help either.
“Yes! I-Is that what you wanted? Are you just trying to scare us all into staying here with you and Herc?! Do you want us all to be quiet? You might have done it to her, but I won’t fucking let you do that to me.”
Laf was quiet. For once, he was having a hard time looking at Alex. He looked down into his lap, rubbed his hands nervously. His shoulders were hunched together. Alex had never seen Laf look so small. Alex was suddenly so big, filled the room to the point where it might overflow, and gave Laf little space to breathe.
Alex didn’t care. He demanded his alpha’s attention.
“Say something, Laf.”
“I-I didn’t know.” Laf finally said softly, feeling a slight pain in his chest.
“You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“I didn’t know it would leave her like this.” Laf bit his lip, looking up at Alex helplessly. “I figured that–We just needed to get her home and I knew t-that would work so -”
“Did you stop to ask why she left in the first place?” Alex raised an eyebrow at him, arms crossed over his chest.
Laf thought for a moment, before letting out a quiet “no.”
“See that’s the problem with you alphas! You don’t listen. You think you’re p-perfect or something. Like you can never be wrong about anything.” Alex let out a heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his hair and watched as Laf sat forward slightly.
Laf rubbed his temples before burying his face into his hands.
“I messed up.” He whispered quietly, feeling a horrible mantra running through his head. “I failed her. I should have stopped a-and -”
“Laf. Snap out of it.” Alex said, suddenly sounding exhausted.
“I failed her. I messed up and -”
He leaned down in front of Laf and pulled his hands away from his face. Once he did so, he saw the tinge of red in his alpha’s eyes. He looked so heartbroken, so desperate to fix things, to fix anything, to fix (Y/N). Alex bit his lip.
Shit. He thought. Laf was spiraling.
He tried to soften his tone, but he was still angry. “Laf.”
Laf was quick to look up. Alex let out a little sigh.
“You can fix this, okay? You can fix this and I’m going to tell you how.”
Laf pursed his lips together and gave Alex a small nod.
“Go to her.” Alex said slowly. “Herc’s not home yet but when he gets here, he’s going to do the same thing.”
“But -” Laf said weakly, eyes glassy.
Alex leaned in close, grabbed the collar of Laf’s shirt.
“Go fucking apologize to (Y/N) before I take her and John, pack up our things, and leave this damn house. When you hurt her, you hurt me.” He snarled. “And if you try to keep me here–-if you even think about trying to stop me, I have no problem calling the authorities. I know my rights as an omega and I can spin this a thousand different ways so you’re at fault.”
Laf swallowed, nodded shakily as he looked at Alex. “O-Okay. I will go.”
Alex nodded, backed away from Laf. He watched as Laf got up and headed upstairs.
As Laf went upstairs, John came downstairs. Alex was still shaking as he stood in the living room. He was shaking out of anger, out of frustration, but mainly because of the heat of confrontation. Because the entire time he was yelling his instincts were screaming for him to be quiet. John quickly pulled him into his arms, ran a hand through his hair. Alex wrapped his arms around his neck, let John hold him.
“We’re gonna be okay.” John said softly. “Don’t worry. They’re gonna be okay.”
Before Laf came in, John helped you sit up. You leaned into him, buried your face into his shoulder. You closed your eyes and felt him shift against you.
“Baby girl,” He whispered. “I’m gonna go downstairs, okay? You need to talk to Laf. If anything doesn’t feel right, me and Alex will be downstairs.”
You whimpered, your lower lip trembling as John slipped out of your grasp. You reached out to him, grabbing his arm as he stood up. He sighed, looking down at you. He turned back and ran a hand through your hair. You leaned into his touch.
“I know, baby.” John kissed your head. “I won’t be far. Just be brave for a little, okay?”
Laf stood in the doorway, watching how John had to comfort you. Laf felt his heart shatter. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This wasn’t supposed happen.
He messed up. He was never supposed to make you cry. He was never supposed to put you in such a broken state.
He was supposed to protect you and love you. That was his job as your alpha. He wasn’t supposed to hurt you.
John kissed you once more, gave you a big hug, closing his eyes as he tightly embraced you. He pulled away, straightening up. John looked up at Laf and walked towards him.
“If I even hear her whimper,” John growled. “I’ll slit your throat.”
Laf swallowed. Nodded quickly.
With that, John walked out of the room and headed downstairs.
Laf carefully stepped closer to you. He left the door open, not wanting you to feel uneasy.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still quite far from you. You were clutching the sheets tightly beneath your fingertips. Laf bit his lip, unsure of what to do or say. He looked around the bedroom before closing his eyes and opening his mouth to speak. He knew what he needed to say despite it being so hard to do.
“I’m sorry.” Laf whispered.
You didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. He sighed, folded his hands in his lap.
“Your silence is what I deserve,” He said. “You shutting me out is what I deserve, but I hope you can forgive me, my darling.”
You still hadn’t moved, hadn’t shown any indication that you were even listening. As much as it frustrated him, he knew demanding you to listen would make it worse.
“I-It was unfair for me to say what I said to you. I did not…I should not have done that to you.” He looked over at you, biting his lip a little.
He got up slowly, not wanting to frighten you. Just as slowly, he knelt down in front of you, startling you from where you sat. You looked down at him, eyes wide and uncertain.
He rested his head in your lap and just before he turned his head, you could see the tears rolling down his cheeks.
You tensed, your whole body going rigid until Laf continued to speak.
“There is no excuse. I am deeply sorry, my love. I n-never meant to hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you from harm. Not bring the harm onto you. I am not ashamed to beg for your forgiveness. I am truly sorry.”
You looked down at Laf, felt your eyes well up with tears. Your lower lip trembled a little and your hands shook. You loosened your grip on the sheets. With Laf at your feet, you suddenly found your voice.
“Y-You hurt me.” You said, your voice trembling. Laf ducked his head down, feeling more shame fill him as he heard the sorrow in your voice.
Very slowly, you slipped your ring off. You set it next to you on the bed, eyes cold and calculating at you looked at Laf.
“Do you feel that?” You lifted his head up, holding him up by his chin. You looked him right in the eyes. He met them nervously. With one look into your teary eyes and with your scent hanging in the air, he could feel it all. He could feel your insides twisting as you were caught in a turmoil–one side screaming to submit while the other wailed that this wasn’t fair.
He felt his chest tighten, felt his throat clog.
Laf nodded, tears spilling over his cheeks at a rapid rate. He opened his mouth to say something, but it hurt too much.
“I couldn’t talk.” You said sadly. “Your speech…it hit me hard, Laf. I was in this horrible state of d-distress. I feared if I said the wrong word you’d have to remind me of my place again.” You laughed bitterly. “I thought you’d m-might even hurt me.”
Laf bit back a sob. He let you finish.
“For a moment, I hated you.” You weakly smiled. “Oh, I wanted to hate you. The mark you left on me. It burned, Laf. It felt horrible.”
You were quiet. Laf started to speak, but his throat felt like it was closing and his heart felt like it was going to shrivel up. Suddenly, he felt something wet plop down on the side of his face.
You were crying.
“R-Remember that,” You said hoarsely, slipping your ring back on. “And please,” You begged, shutting your eyes tightly. “Don’t hurt me again.”
“I won’t, ma chérie.” Laf closed his eyes, feeling his chest relax only slightly. “I promise.”
Laf still had his head in your lap. With a shaky hand, you started to run your fingers through his curls. His whimpers subsided as you moved your fingers through his hair. You gently pulled it out of its usual bun, combed through the curls.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, with Laf at your feet. It was long enough for you to feel okay. Long enough for you to get your voice back.
Herc received a different sort of scolding. He was quick to comply, quick to apologize, but you were angry for a different reason.
“Why didn’t you stop Laf?” You whispered. “You kept looking at him like you knew he had gone too far, but you didn’t stop him. Why Herc?”
“Because I knew it would work.” He said quietly. “And I know you. You could sit out there for hours. We had good intentions. We just wanted you home.”
“If you weren’t being such controlling assholes, I would have gotten in the car with you.” You grumbled. You bit your lip, felt your fists clench and then unclench.
“It was a birthday party, you know.” You whispered.
“W-What?” He asked, frowning a little.
“The party. The club.” You said slower since Herc couldn’t keep up. “It was a birthday party for one of my best friends since I was a kid. We grew up together! I was going one way or another.”
“He’s an alpha, isn’t he?” Herc pointed out. “How do you think that makes us feel?”
“No, no, no!” You snapped and Herc quickly quieted. “This isn’t about you. It doesn’t matter how you feel about it. That’s why we’re here in the first place because all you and Laf do is think about how stuff makes you feel.” You snarled. “If you thought about how I felt, we wouldn’t be having this fight right now.
“I was going to go out no matter what you two said because before you two came along, he was one of the best alphas I knew. But after yours and Laf’s little stunt, I’m starting to think maybe I’m better off with him.” You felt your heart sink.
That cold realization hit you again, the one that made you feel empty, the one that made your marks burn.
“M-Maybe loving you was a mistake.” You found yourself whispering.
“I-I’m not your baby.” You closed your eyes tightly, feeling your shoulders tense. You let out a shaky breath, managed to relax.“I’m…not your baby right now. I just need you to listen to me.”
“Okay.” Herc whispered. “Okay.”
You straightened up. “I wore the ring.” You said calmly. “I-I don’t go anywhere without it.” You laughed, feeling your eyes well up with tears. “Because no matter where I am, no matter how far I go, it reminds me that I have four people to come home to. It reminds me that I’m taken. That I’m happy. I’m being protected. I’m safe even when my alphas aren’t with me.
“And that confuses me? B-Because why did you buy this for me if you wouldn’t even let me out of the house?!” You threw your arms about flippantly. “A-Are Alex and I just pretty things that you two have? Are we just pretty things that you only bring out whenever you like? Because I can’t live like that. I w-will not be some trophy to you.” You looked him in the eyes. “I won’t. I refuse to.”
“It’s a lovely ring. I cried when you gave it to me. It made me feel fuzzy inside, all those dumb emotions because I thought now I wouldn’t have to deal with bad alphas anymore. I was safe from them.” You sniffed, feeling your tears roll down your cheeks. “But when I got into that car, I thought this ring is broken. I’m in the car with the bad alphas.”
Herc stiffened. Alex and John were in the living room. They didn’t have time to leave since you attacked Herc as soon as he came in through the door. Laf was in the kitchen, head down on the table with his eyes closed. The house was full of tension, so different from the usual love that filled it.
“You had no reason to freak out because one, I had the ring. You had no reason to freak out because two, Connor knew I had mates. Three, you had no reason to freak out, because I was coming home to you.” You said. “I wouldn’t let anyone touch me. You should know that.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I’m going to let you speak, but don’t say, we were just trying to protect you. Don’t say we got jealous and our instincts said do this. You t-two know better. That’s why it hurt so much.” You felt your chest tighten.
“I know,” Herc whispered, too feeling the pain in his chest. It seemed to grow with each word you said. He felt that it might swallow him whole. “I-I know.”
“You don’t own me.” Your voice trembled. “If you won’t let me go out to some birthday party without acting like this then, we’re not going to last. You have my heart, yes, but you don’t own me. I respect you. I love you.” You sighed. “But I can’t love you if you can’t do the same for me. Okay?”
“Yes. We’ll do better. I-I will. I’ll do better.” Herc promised, stepping towards you. He took your hands in his, pressed soft kisses to the back of them. “I’m so sorry.” He slowly dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around your torso.
For the second time today, you had an alpha at your feet. For the second time today, you made sure that your alpha felt what you felt. You slipped your ring off, let your scent fill the air.
You heard how Alex let out a small from the living room, heard Laf’s sad sigh from the kitchen, but Herc’s was the most prominent.
He let out a whimper, low and quivering as his chest tightened, his throat clogged, and his head pounded. You felt your shirt get slightly damp. You knew he was crying. You knew he was sorry.
“It’s okay now, Herc.” You whispered, feeling your eyes well up with tears. You bit your lip and slipped your ring back on. “P-Please get up. It should be the other way around.” You mumbled quietly.
“No. I was in the wrong.” Herc said softly. “Me and Laf…we both were. We shouldn’t have done that. If we l-let you go out in the first place, we wouldn’t be fighting right now.”
“Mm.” You said, wanting to laugh because finally he understood. Finally, he saw your side of it.
You lowered yourself down a little, kissed his head. When he looked up, you saw a single tear roll down his cheek. You brushed it away with your thumb, feeling your lower lip tremble.
“You’ve always been there to protect me,” You gave him a small smile. “I’m not asking you to stop. P-Please continue, really,” You laughed a little. “But I need you to keep Laf in check too. Can you do that for me so this doesn’t happen again?”
He nodded, looking at you with such love and devotion. “I’d do anything for you.”
With that, you helped Hercules to his feet. He gave you a tiny smile and you managed to return it. You brushed away the little tear that slipped out. You patted Herc’s hand. You watched him as he kissed the backs of your hands once more, softly and sweetly.
“I’m going to check on Laf.” You whispered, pulling away from him. You looked around for help.
John pointed to the dining room from where he sat on the couch. You thanked him quietly.
You found Laf without much trouble. You slipped into a chair next to him, gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you as soon as you touched him. His eyes were so sad.
“I know you were listening,” You said softly. “I just want you to know I forgive you too.” You cleared your throat a little. “Thought you needed to hear it.”
Laf nodded and you shyly kissed his cheek. He felt his eyes water, felt them filling up with tears, but he kept it inside.
“We do not deserve your forgiveness.” He whispered.
“Yeah, you really don’t.” You said bluntly. Laf tensed at your words and looked at your warily.
“But, I’m going to forgive you anyway.” You sighed. “You and Herc are good alphas. You’ve been good to me in the past. You just…had a bad moment. As long as it doesn’t happen again, we’re okay.”
He smiled a little as you gave him a smile too. He felt relieved more than anything.
“Please give me some time. To, um,“ You paused, trying to think of the right words. “Learn how to love you again. I’m still a little frustrated, b-but I’ll get there.” You said, feeling confident in what you were saying. “We can be a pack again.”
Laf nodded, eyes no longer as sad. “Take as long as you need, chérie.”
This is a part of the Small Thing to Two Giants series
Note: guys there are so few gifs of just Oak and Daveed it’s killing me. Anyway enjoy another part in this series. The dog’s name is Hercules, more for the greek mythological figure than for Hercules Mulligan because I like naming dogs after historical/mythological figures
“Babe we’re going out for a little bit” You say, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Oak’s cheek.
He nods, giving you a small smile as Daveed leans in to kiss his other cheek.
“We won’t be long. Don’t have too much fun without us” Daveed says as both of you stand back up and head out the door.
“You really think this is going to cheer him up?” you ask as you make your way out of the apartment building.
Oak had been in a bad mood for days, hardly talking and sulking most of the time. No matter how many times the two of you had tried to get it out of him, he just wouldn’t budge. So Daveed suggested one thing that would probably be able to cheer him up.
“Of course it will, we both know how long he’s wanted this” he points out.
“Yeah you’re right” you say, slipping your hand into his as you make your way towards the pet shop.
Words: Maybe less than 500, i apologize in advance
Warnings: Just pure fluff tbh
Request: Could you maybe do a JMads x reader where JMads works as a barista at a coffee shop and every day (y/n) flirts with him using coffee puns? And they smile every time he becomes a darker shade of red? They end up exchanging numbers and it is just super fluffy and cute???? Please and thank you! @sweaterkitty-fluff
A/N: we do not know much about ol’ JMads (at least from the plays perspective) but i feel like i made him adorable. Oh and the person who requested this, i looked at your blog and i love the pun in the description! im a sucker for puns.
You found a little coffee shop on
the corner nest to job. It was small and cozy, and you only saw a few people in
there every hour, at most. When you first decided to grab a cup of joe, you
didn’t regret it. One of the workers, who went by the name James Madison, was
handsome. Really, handsome. That’s
when you decided to go there.
It was your routine. You would visit
your favorite coffee shop, flirting with him. You always called him JMad, and he smiled and
laughed every time. His laugh, it was a musical sound. And you loved to hear
more and more. That’s when the puns began. It started small, like “It’s a brew-itful day today, isn’t it?”.
Soon, you were making him laugh every chance you got.
Today, you walked into the shop,
ready to see your crush. There was a lot of customers in the shop today, and
the line was extremely long. You decided to wait until it died down, so that
you could have a longer conversation with James. Once the crowd dispersed, you
marched over to the counter, ready to order. He did not notice you march up, so
you rang the bell on the counter. He was in his brown apron today, wearing a
collared shirt and jeans. He turned around, his brown eyes meeting yours. You
did a little wave, and he smiled.
“Nice to see you, Y/N. The usual?”
He asked, and you nodded.
“Yup.” He grabbed the coffee pot,
beginning to brew the coffee. You sat at one of the stools, watching him. “JMad?”
He looked up, a small smile on his face.
“Can you hold the sugar? You’re
sweet enough.” You winked, and he blushed, looking down at the counter. You saw
the smile grow on his face, and you took this as encouragement to keep on
“Sure, Y/N, no problem.” The owner,
Thomas Jefferson, walked out the back, staring at the two of you. You twirled
your fingers at him, and he shook his head, passing by the two of you to help
another patron. You turned back to Madison, and he chuckled at you. “You’re
going to get me fired.” He grinned, and you noticed his face getting redder by
the second. This time, you decided to step up your game. He placed the hot
latte in front of you, and you sipped it. The hot liquid burnt your tongue, and
you hissed. James panicked, looking at you.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I don’t know, JMads. The coffee is
hot,” you looked into his eyes, “but you’re hotter.” You wiggled your eyebrows.
He put his hand to his mouth, the heat rising in his face. You found it cute
that you could mess with him so easily, and you hoped that this would lead to
He placed the towel he held in his
hand to the side, and stared at you. You were surprised that he finally acknowledged
your advances, so you put the cup down.
“You’ll be soy sorry for those puns.”
He looked at your seriously. You coughed, almost spitting out the coffee you
held in your mouth. The look on his face was priceless, and you giggled
“You did not.” You gasped through
chuckles. He nodded slowly.
“I like you a latte and I think we were
meant to bean. Would you like to go on a date with me?” You smiled at his now
permantly burgundy face, his lips cracking a smile. You grabbed the pen that
was by his ear, and took the napkin right next to you. You wrote down your
phone number, passing it over to him. He smiled, placing it in his front
pocket. You grabbed your cup of coffee, and before you left, you looked back at
“How long were you thinking of that
pun?” You asked. He smiled, putting the pen back next to his ear.
“Lin, c'mon you’ve performed in front of thousands of people and you’ve never been this nervous.” I overheard Chris say and I looked at Lin in curiosity.
“Yes well in case you haven’t noticed, I care more about what they think then what thousands of people think.” Lin pointed out and I smiled a bit. Lin having a crush was officially the cutest thing ever.
“Well Lin, if you act as cute as you are acting right now, I’m sure they’ll love you.” I told him and Chris tried to stop himself from laughing at Lin’s embarrassed expression.
“You’re cuter.” He said, looking over to Chris to see if he said the right thing. Chris was laughing extremly hard and didn’t notice. I blinked.
“I’m sorry, no one is cuter than Lin Manuel Miranda.”
“I don’t know what you guys are talking about but I agree with Y/N.” Oak said as he walked up to my side and I laughed.
“You just agreed that Lin is the cutest human being on this earth.”
“Well I mean it’s true but sorry for hitting on your man.” He said before walking away. Chris started crying and he sat down on the stage trying to catch his breath.
“Oak sees it too, Lin.” He said and I frowned.
“That we are perfect for each other.” Lin said casually before realizing what he just said and he looked up at me. “I mean I’m not say that we are- we aren’t but-”
“I get it.” I told him in a more harsh tone in which I intended. He looked upset and he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“We should probably get back to practicing anyway.” He said slowly and he walked away.
“Damn that was a bit harsh, don’t you think so?” Chris asked me and I looked away from Lin’s retreating figure and towards Chris.
“It wasn’t supposed to come out that way.”
“I’m not the one you need to tell that to.” He pointed out and I sighed.
“You’re right. Thanks Chris.”
“It’s no problem, just go and make Lin happy and adorable again.” He smiled and I returned it before running to catch up with Lin, who was probably relaxing in his dressing room. I knocked on the door and waited there for several minutes before he answered, in the green suit he wore for most of act two.
“I’m sorry about my tone earlier- I came out wrong.” I told him and he smiled sheepishly.
“It’s alright- it was stupid of me to get upset over it.”
“Please Lin I don’t think it’s even possible for you to be stupid.”
“Oh trust me, you bring out the best in me so you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
“Is that a promise?”
“If you want it to be.”
“I should get to the stage, I am on for ‘What’d I Miss’ and we have one minute before we’re starting again.” I told him and he nodded and we walked side by side to the stage.
After we finished practicing 'What’d I Miss’, we continued with other songs in act two. And after practicing on several other songs, the intro for 'Burn’ started and since there were no ensemble members in this song, I sat with Chris and we watched Phillipa sing. After 'Burn’, dinner arrived at the theater and we all ate together, bringing out the picnic table used in 'My Shot’ and the chairs used in the cabniet battles.
“Oh yeah, that wink in 'What’d I Miss’ was for Y/N.” Daveed said and I looked at him, confused.
“Oh, you winked at me?” I asked him and he nodded.
“Yeah it was from Lin though.” He said and Lin whipped his head towards Daveed.
“If the shoe fits wear it.” Daveed smirked and Lin groaned.
“Yeah yeah, thanks Thomas Jefferson.”
“It’s no problem Lin- I am only flirting with Y/N for you since you aren’t.” He said and I nearly choked on my food and I started coughing loudly. I eventually stopped and glared at Daveed before taking another bite of my food.
“Wait- you are hitting on her for me?” Lin asked and I started coughing again and I glared at Lin and Daveed.
“Is it that obvious?” Lin groaned.
“That you like her? Yeah.” Daveed said and Lin smiled at me cautiously.
“So I have something to tell you.” He told me and I smiled widely.
You stirred and slowly opened your eyes. You were in a white room, in a white bed, with tubes and wires in your arms. Your body was sore and every breath made your chest hurt. You couldn’t move your arms or your legs. You looked around the room. Both tables on both sides of the bed were covered in flowers and cards, all having ‘Get Well Soon!’ printed on them. There were a few medical electronics and gadgets that were connected to you by tubes and wires. Other than that, the whole room was white and boring.
You had no idea where you were or how you got there. The last thing you remember was bright lights and the sound of screaming. But, you couldn’t remember anything before that. What was your name? How did you get here? Did you have a family? Who were you?
Just then, a woman in blue scrubs entered the room. She smiled when she saw you were awake.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Lafayette.” The nurse greeted you. “How are you feeling?”
You frowned. “Confused.” You said slowly. “Who are you? Where am I?”
The nurse’s smile faltered a bit. “I’m your nurse. My name is Sarah. You’re in the hospital. You got in a pretty nasty car accident. You’ve been asleep for a couple of days.”
Your eyes widened. Days? There was no way you were asleep for days. How could someone sleep for 48 hours straight? Maybe the car accident you were in probably knocked you out pretty hard.
“What happened?” You asked. “What’s wrong with me? I can’t remember anything besides the accident.”
Sarah looked at you with a sad expression. “I’m sorry Mrs. Lafayette, but you seemed to be suffering from amnesia. You have a minor concussion but it seemed to damage the part of your brain where memories are stored. It’ll take a while for those nerves to heal so we don’t know if your amnesia is short term or permanent.”
You looked down at your hands. “I see.” You murmured. You fiddled with your hands in thought. You were trying so hard to remember something. Anything besides the accident. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you try, you just can’t think of anything else. You know your last name is Lafayette, but what was your first name? Did you have a husband? Children? Where were your parents?
“Your husband is here to see you,” Sarah spoke up. “Would you like me to send him in?”
You looked up at the nurse with a soft smile, nodding slowly. She smiled back at you and left the room. You laid back in the bed and tried to calm down. You had a husband. Was he handsome? Was he tall? Short? Thin? Fat? Smart? Dumb? Rich? Your mind was swarming with ideas and questions about this man you supposedly married. Did you have any kids? Were you pregnant and the accident killed the baby? Were you not able to conceive children?
You opened your eyes and sat up, looking to the doorway. There stood a man, about six feet tall, with dark skin and curly black hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail. He had beautiful brown eyes and was dressed in a wrinkled shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He looked tired but was still extremely handsome. Kudos to past you for picking such a babe to marry.
Alex took your hand, squeezed it gently. “I missed hearing your voice.”
You nodded, smiling a little. He shot you a glare.
You raised your eyebrows in a curious expression. What? What’s wrong? Your face seemed to say. Your smile was coy and playful, but Alex wasn’t having it. Alex shoved you, almost knocking you off of the couch.
“Okay! Okay!” You giggled. “Here, I’m talking. I’m talking.”
“Don’t even joke like that.” Alex nuzzled his face against your neck. You wrapped your arms around him tightly as you cuddled on the couch. He had wiggled his way into your lap but you weren’t complaining. “You’re so good, you know.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” You frowned a little, resting your chin on his head.
“You could have given them hell.” Alex chuckled a little, looking up at you.
“Yeah,” You whispered, rubbing little circles into his back. “Maybe. I-It’s just -” You bit your lip and Alex sat up a little straighter, watching you carefully. “We’ve been together for years, Alex. And that bond…It would hurt so much to sever.” You looked down, nervously. Alex intertwined your hands, squeezed it gently.
“You know what it is? You’re just too impulsive.” You chuckled. “You would have had a bag already packed.”
“Probably.” He mumbled before he laughed a little. “It would have been a lot messier.”
It was quiet between the two of you. Alex was finished talking and you were lost in thought.
If you didn’t have such a tight bond, would you have severed it? Would you have really said goodbye to your alphas? Was the depth of your relationship the only thing stopping you?
The TV played in the background, but neither of you are watching it. You buried your face into Alex’s hair, playing with the ends of it. You closed your eyes, found comfort in his scent as you thought.
Alphas. Your alphas. Laf and Herc had been with you for years and even before you were their omega, they were nothing but kind to you. Was it naive for you to hope that they’d be good forever? Was it stupid for you to hold onto that part of them? Even if it wasn’t guaranteed? What if something like this happened again? What if all the promises they made to you were just to make you stay?
What if they weren’t really sorry?
“I can hear you thinking.” Alex mumbled against you. “What’s wrong?” He pulled away a little, looked into your eyes.
You gave him a half truth. “Worried about reconnecting with the alphas,” You whispered. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Little steps.” He said. “You know what they need and you know what you need.”
You nodded, gave him a little smile. Alex always seemed to put things in perspective for you.
“And no matter what, me and John are here for you.” He kissed your cheek. When he pulled away, he took a good look at you. “You look tired.”
“Wow, thanks, Alex. You really know how to charm an omega.”
“That’s not what I meant! I mean -” He laughed a little, knowing whatever he said next would probably make things worse. “Why don’t you take a nap or something? Everyone else will be home by the time you wake up.”
You reluctantly do so. Alex got up from the couch and stretched a little. He got you a blanket and draped it over you before disappearing from your view. You sprawled out along the couch before falling asleep.
You woke up and opened your eyes groggily. You blinked up, feeling yourself being moved. You looked up to see that it was Herc. He was walking with you upstairs, holding you close to his chest.
It felt familiar. You could remember the nights where you’d collapse on the couch and Herc would be there to take you upstairs. The nights were he just held you to his chest making you feel like everything was right in the world. You missed that. You missed him. You missed your alpha.
“H-Herc?” You whispered, voice low and full of sleep.
“Hi, baby.” He said softly, giving you a comforting smile. “Figured you wanted to be in the bed.”
“Oh.” You blinked. You nuzzled your face into Herc’s chest, picking up the faint scent of his pheromones. “Thank you.” You said softly, closing your eyes.
He smiled at you. The victory was small but to see you snuggling up to him made him smile.
“It’s no problem.” Herc walked into the bedroom with you. He gently set you down on the bed, got you tucked under the sheets. He gave you a little smile and started to walk outside. Alex’s words echoed in your head.
He quickly turned, standing in the doorway. “Yes, honey?”
“Can you stay with me?” You spoke up a little. “I-If you’re not busy, that is.”
Herc felt his heart race a little, felt a smile creep onto his face. A surge of warmth filled him, making him feel relieved after the fight you had. Now, he was wanted. Now, he felt needed.
“Yeah.” He smiled and he crawled into bed with you. He too got under the covers, propped up his elbow as he looked down at you. “You’re going to be up late, aren’t you?”
“Probably, yeah.” You laughed a little, knowing he was right. “But, I’m awake now. Figured I could spend some time with you.” You looked up at him, biting your lip.
“I’d love to.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, came closer to you. “This okay?”
You nodded, feeling all your worries melt away. He kissed your head, pulled you closer to his chest.
“How was work?” You said softly, tracing little circles along his arm. He readjusted himself as you rested your head on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile. He missed holding you like this. He missed having you here.
He nosed at your neck, smiling when it smelled so familiar. You smelled like honey and hibiscus. He tried to control himself, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. He didn’t want to hurt you again.
“Work was good.” He said softly. “It’s nice being able to do what you love. Not everybody gets to say that.”
You smiled as he spoke, noticing how his expression lit up at the mention of what he was working on. His newest collection was almost ready for production.
“Got some new designs that I’m finalizing. Maybe you could model them for me?”
“Wait, really?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “I-I’d really like that. Your stuff is amazing, Herc. It’d be an honor.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. You nosed at his scent, burrowing yourself deeper into his hold. He smelled like sandalwood and vanilla and his pheromones comforted you.
“I’ll bring you in once they’re all finished. Even if I can’t get you fitted in one, you can see the stuff I’ve been working on.”
“You rarely ever bring stuff home anymore.” You pouted a little. “Everything’s a secret with you.”
“Not true.” He chuckled. “And I do it so I can spend time with you, Alex, and John.”
“Not a lot of alphas are at home as much as you and Laf.” You whispered. You thought about your friends. Their alphas were rarely ever home hence why they went out so much. You started to wonder if it was really how their relationship worked or perhaps it was their way of rebelling. Either way, you found yourself a little more grateful that your alphas made time for you.
You looked up at him. “We appreciate it. I appreciate it.”
“You’re my mate.” He said softly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Show me what you’re working on then.” You grinned, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“Alright, alright. You can come with me tomorrow.” Herc kissed your head. You smiled, his lips on your skin making you feel at ease.
You relaxed into his embrace. You closed your eyes, sunk back into his hold. You could do little steps.
You tapped Laf’s shoulder, clearing your throat softly.
“What do you need, love?” He looked at you, albeit it a little surprised. It wasn’t that you were ignoring him. It was just that moments with you were rare. You were warming up to Hercules. He figured it was only a matter of time until you warmed up to him.
He wondered if this is where you were starting.
“It’s just us two tonight.” You said softly. Herc had taken Alex out on a date; John was working late at his job. You were the only two in the house. It felt daunting at first, but you could do this. Laf didn’t have to be a stranger to you.
“Thought I could make you dinner or something.”
“How about I make you dinner?” He countered, a little glint in his eye.
“We can do it together.” You offered, leaning over the couch so you could look at him better. “Yeah?”
Laf’s smile told you that meant yes.
Little steps. You thought. Little steps.
You timidly leaned forward and kissed his temple. His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly relaxed. He closed his eyes, relished the feeling of your lips on his, and let out a little sigh.
“Might have to go to the store.” You mumbled and quickly headed into your kitchen. Laf heard you go, your footsteps padding along the floor of the house.
You took one look inside your almost empty fridge and burst into laughter. Laf peeked in just behind you, wondering what was so funny. When he joined you and saw what you were looking at, he too cracked a smile.
“I guess I’ll have to go to the store.” Laf chuckled, eyeing the few ingredients in the fridge. It certainly wasn’t enough to make a meal.
“I’ll come with you.”
“You’ll want to get a jacket,” Laf whispered as he shut the refrigerator door. “It’s cold out, ma chérie.”
“Okay, alpha.” You said nonchalantly, already rushing upstairs. Laf sort of smiled, felt his heart beat a little faster. Another little victory, another piece of you brought back to him. You were calling him alpha again.
After you had gotten a jacket from your closet, you rushed back down to meet him. You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your purse. Once you were ready to go, Laf and you headed to the store.
You naturally stayed close to Laf as you walked through the store. You felt something twitch inside you, found yourself staring at Laf for longer than you should have. If he noticed it, he didn’t mention it.
Eventually, you worked up the courage to reach for his hand. Very slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and leaned into his side as you stood in the middle of the produce section.
He looked down at you with a little smile. “Hi.” He said quietly.
“Hi.” You whispered back, eyes sparkling a little.
He gently kissed the back of your hand and walked with you up and down the aisles.
“Nothing fancy tonight,” You laughed a little, helping him check off things on the list. “I’m hungry.”
He grinned, holding a basket in his other hand. “Don’t worry. It won’t take too long.”
Your eyes flickered over to the section just ahead. You let go of Laf’s hand and quickly ran towards the end of the aisle. “Do you remember eating these?” You waved the packets of ramen to Laf’s view, a big smile on your face.
“How could I forget?” Laf chuckled, coming closer to you. “John and Alex would eat these all the time before they met you. Even after.” He took one, flipping it over with a fond little smile. “Despite them having very little nutritional value,” He stressed, making you laugh. “We can have some tonight. If you’d like.”
“But the rest of the stuff.” You looked down at the list.
“I’ll come back tomorrow. Let’s get some of these and get home.”
When you stepped back inside your place, you felt at ease. You didn’t feel like you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t feel like you were trapped in a home that wasn’t your own. You felt like you were at home.
Laf wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood at the stove. You stirred the noodles, watching as the block of noodles softened and filled the pot of warm water.
“Five star dining.” You laughed a little, adding in the seasoning.
“Something like that,” Laf kissed your cheek and rubbed your side. “I remember how Herc showed you how to use chopsticks last time we had this. Feels like it was forever ago.”
“We ate this after you and Herc marked me.” You whispered. “We were exhausted but it’s all you had time to make.”
The two of you laughed. Laf rubbed your lower back. “Herc and I, ah, did not plan that heat well.” He smiled and he watched you as you stirred the noodles. “Seems this meal is more special than we thought.”
You sat at the table together until it started to feel familiar. You sat beside Laf until you started to feel a little more like yourself, felt a little more like an omega just sitting with your alpha. Felt like you hadn’t fought. Felt like nothing was wrong.
You blinked up at him, eyes growing heavy. You pulled him down by his sleeve, until his forehead was resting against yours. Maybe it was the warmth of the ramen or maybe the wine Laf insisted on pulling out, but Laf smelled so good. You just wanted him close.
“Alpha,” You said softly, cupping his face.
“Yes, my love?” He looked down at you with a little smile. “Think you had too much wine.”
You shook your head fervently and he chuckled. For the third time that night, you surprised him. You crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulders.
Laf tensed for a moment. He took a deep breath, relaxed as he felt you nuzzle closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, stroked your hair.
John came home first and when he saw the two of you, just sitting in the dining room, holding onto each other, he can’t help but feel relieved. The entire time he’d been telling himself and you and Alex that everything would be alright. In that moment, he finally started to believe it.
Within a week or two, you were getting used to interacting with your alphas. It was hard, but you did learn how to love them again. You remembered how kind they were to you, how thoughtful they truly were, and how before you had your fight, how much they cherished you.
They took little steps too. They made you dinner, helped you wash your hair, put a blanket over you if you had fallen asleep in some random place, kept you company when you had to run errands. All these acts of kindness reminded you that these were the alphas you had loved. These were your alphas.
You would ask them for help more often than you pushed them away. You might trust them to make small decisions for you, but they’d let you make big ones on your own.
Alex was especially happy to see you rekindling your relationship with them. The tension slowly slipped out of the house and you started to feel like a pack again.
It was little things like holding Herc’s hand when you were out together in public or asking Laf to help you order something. They made him feel helpful and needed. As a result, you too felt cared for. That was enough for the three of you.
Despite Laf’s words occasionally echoing in your head, you didn’t stay stuck in that mindset. You felt yourself grow more at ease around him. You welcomed his hugs and kisses, weren’t afraid to cling to him when you were scared or unsure, weren’t afraid to share your heart with him. If anything, this situation brought you closer.
On one night in particular, the three of you sat in the guest bedroom to talk. You leaned against the bed frame, you in between your alphas as you spoke.
“I just need you to trust me,” You told them quietly. “Can you do that? And if not, can we agree to talk about certain things? Even if they’re awkward and uncomfortable?” You weakly laughed.
Both of your alphas nodded.
“Okay, well, I wanted to get dinner with Connor. I have for a while, but I kept pushing it back with everything that happened.” You said, looking up at the two of them. “Is that okay? My friend Adrian–oh, he’s a beta–will be there too.”
Your alphas shifted a little so you started to expect the worst. Instead, you felt Laf lean down and kiss your head.
“Ready to hear something you probably knew already?” He prompted, giving you a little smile.
“Laf and I felt threatened by Connor for a while.” Herc said, rubbing your side.
“Really?” You looked down at your feet, pulling your knees to your chest. “You don’t need to.” You mumbled. “I love you guys a lot more than I love him. I’ve just known Connor for a really long time. We’re good friends. That’s all.”
“That’s good to hear.” Laf whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Didn’t seem important.” Herc laughed, but his laughter was quiet. Almost nervous.
“Anything that bothers you is important to me.” You looked at him right away. “I wish you told me sooner.”
“It wasn’t a big deal.” Herc kissed your cheek. “Now we know that we have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m bonded to you.” You laughed a little. “There was never anything to worry about in the first place.”
“Well, you see, our instincts take over and we stop thinking logically.” Herc caressed your cheek, cracking a little smile. “All we see is potential threats and our first thought is how to get rid of them.
“Is that what happened on the night of his party?” You asked quietly. “Was that all instincts?”
Laf and Herc felt guilty as they looked down at you. They shared a look.
“Perhaps,” Laf cleared his throat a little. “But, it is still no excuse. We are still responsible for our actions.”
“So I can go to dinner with them? And you won’t get upset?” You bit your lip a little, looking up at the two of your alphas.
“We trust you.” Herc smiled and rubbed your shoulder. “And we love you. We want you to know that.” He pulled you into his side, kissed your head. Laf too gave you a kiss to your cheek, making your eyes water a little at their gestures.
Your scent changed slightly. Laf and Herc retreated, looking at you in concern.
“Are you alright?” Laf asked, taking your hand. “What is it?”
You bit your lip and shook your head. You closed your eyes, trying to keep the tears in, but you weren’t doing a very good job. It was too hard to try and withhold your scent.
“Honey,” Herc said softly. “Are you okay?”
You cleared your throat, took a deep breath. “I was talking with Alex and for a moment, I thought about severing our bond.” You bit your lip, looking down.
They didn’t know what to say. They couldn’t speak. Both of your alphas felt their hearts break at the fact that you even considered breaking your bond.
Their scents changed to a putrid scent. They were sad, heartbroken even. As a result, your head pounded and your heart ached. You felt sick to your stomach and it was enough to make you speak up again.
“I-I don’t feel the same way now, of course, but being here…with you two just makes me glad I didn’t.”
Laf quickly pulled you into his chest, startling you for a moment. You let out a little laugh and slowly wrapped your arms around him. You gently played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He let out a shaky sigh. For a moment, you were comforting him.
“M-My sweet omega,” Laf said softly, letting out a shaky breath. “I could not even imagine my life without you.”
“You don’t have to, alpha.” You reassured him.
You let him take in your scent, knowing that it would help him relax. You looked back at Herc and pulled him closer to you too. You could smell the anxiety on him. You lifted your neck a little so he could nose near your mark. You kissed his cheek, cupping the side of his face. You rested your forehead against his, feeling him slowly calm down.
“I’m here. I’m not going to break our bond.” You said softly. You felt Herc nod against you. “You’re my alpha.” You said shakily, your eyes filling with tears. You gave him a smile, both of your eyes a little glassy. “You’re both my alphas and I’m your omega.”
You timidly leaned forward and brought Herc into a kiss. You cupped his face, feeling the stubble along his jaw. It’s slow, tentative and sweet, like you’re taking your very first steps into the pool. You pulled away from Herc, hearing a soft growl rumble in his chest. You smiled a little, gave him one more peck to his lips to satisfy him.
You turned to kiss Laf. You’re not as scared. It feels like you’re picking up a dance that you had forgotten, relearning the steps, but once you begin to move, it all comes back to you. You held him close for a moment before you pulled away. The two boxed you in, held you close.
There was nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Have fun at dinner.” Laf said with a little hum. He kissed your cheek as you came downstairs in your heels and your dress. He wrapped you up into a hug and held you tight. “You look so beautiful, my darling.”
“All thanks to Herc.” You grinned, kissing him back.
“I always liked that dress on you.”
“Me too.” You rested your head against his chest, taking in his scent. He took the time to imprint his scent on you, letting his pheromones seep through the air. You didn’t mind one bit as you held him tighter.
“Sweetheart?” Herc said softly, coming down the stairs. “Don’t want you to forget this.”
He handed you your phone. You gave him a big kiss as thanks, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed your cheek and held you tight, rubbing your back.
“Thanks, Herc.” You let him imprint his scent onto you too. You nosed at his neck before pulling away from him. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.” You promised, giving your alphas a little smile. You quickly rushed back to kiss Alex and John who were on the couch before heading out the door. “Bye! I love you!”
Laf’s heart softened a little once it was clear. Herc’s did too as the door shut behind you.
“She loves us.” Laf said dreamily, whole body filling up with warmth.
“I missed hearing her say that.” Herc mused.
“Mm. I did too.”
Herc pulled Laf into a hug and they shared a tender kiss before Alex peeked into the kitchen.
“What is it, baby?” Herc turned right away, pulling away from Laf. Laf whined a little, leaned down to kiss Herc’s neck and his jaw while his attention was off of him. Herc gave Alex a sweet smile despite what Laf was doing to him. “What do you need?”
“John wants to watch a scary movie and I’m gonna need all the protection I can get.” He said in one breath.
“It’s not that scary, Lex!” John called from the living room, laughing a little.
“Don’t lie to me, Jack!” Alex snapped back before looking back up at his alphas.
Laf smiled, lifted his head from Herc’s neck. He looked down at Alex and beckoned him closer. Alex eagerly came forward, slipped in between the two alphas. He hugged Hercules, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s torso.
“You can sit with me then.” Laf kissed the top of his head and ran a comforting hand through his hair. Alex smiled up at Laf. He quickly took both of their hands and dragged them over to the couch.
You made sure to text your alphas when you were on your way back home. You were coming back later than planned.
When you finally arrived, John and Alex were asleep on the couch, curled up to one another as they were squished in between Laf and Herc. Your alphas were awake still, eyes on the TV. Reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air play in the background, but they looked up when they hear you come in.
“Hey, princess.” Herc smiled.
“Hi.” You lowered your voice as you kicked off your heels. You set your keys and your purse on the dining room table before you headed towards the living room. Your alphas’ scents hit you and you felt your body begin to relax. You sighed happily. “I really missed you.”
“Mm, what was that?” Laf teased, as you crawled over to sit in Herc’s lap. Laf smirked. He couldn’t move much with Alex leaning on him, but him wiggling his eyebrows was enough to make you laugh.
“I missed you, okay?” You ducked your head down a little, but smiled against Herc’s skin. You nosed at his neck, taking in his earthy scent. You hummed, kissing his cheek repeatedly.
“Mhmm.” Herc chuckled at how affectionate you were being. “Just glad you got home safe.”
“Me too.” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around Herc’s neck, letting out a gentle purr.
It’s enough for Alex to stir from where he leans on Laf. He weakly opened his eyes, but they grew heavy after a moment. He’s awake enough to realize the significance of this.
They hadn’t heard you purr in weeks. It sounded like music to his ears and to your alphas’. He couldn’t help, but smile in his sleep because you were finally happy. He snuggled back closer to Laf, feeling the alpha rub little circles onto his back
“I brought home some cheesecake.” You whispered, suddenly remembering.
“We can eat it tomorrow.” Herc rubbed your side. “Gotta get these two upstairs.” He nodded in the direction of John and Alex.
“Don’t go.” You pouted a little. “Need you for a minute.” You leaned into Herc, tightening your hold on him.
He smiled, brushing a loose curl out of your eyes. “You don’t need to ask, love.”
“You too.” You wanted to pull Laf closer, but with Alex and John between the two of you, you realized this wouldn’t work.
“Nest, please?” You blinked up at them.
They have you go wash up while they get Alex and John. They put them in the bed and John grinned when Laf told him the bed was theirs for the night. The first thing John does is pin Alex gently to the bed and catch him in a kiss. The two of them are practically inseparable.
You’re in somebody else’s shirt. Maybe John’s, maybe Alex’s–you’re too tired to tell. You sat up with Herc, talking to him quietly before laying down next to him. Laf slipped in beside you in the nest, cuddled you from your other side.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your head as Herc draped an arm around your middle as well. You nosed at both of your alphas necks until you were sure you had their scents memorized. You relaxed, intertwining your fingers with Herc’s and managed to fall asleep.
When John woke up, he dragged Alex out of the bed with him. The two of them peeked into the guest bedroom to see you, Laf, and Herc in the nest, curled up and entangled within one another. You look so small compared to them, but most of all you look happy.
James Madison couldn’t focus in his economics class the next day. His thoughts were occupied with the events from the night before. The party. (Y/N). And how he was going to face his roommate. There wasn’t anyone in the world Thomas hated more than Alexander Hamilton, but John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) all came pretty close. How could he tell him that he had slept with (and was potentially developing feelings for) a close friend of his sworn enemy?
As he made his way into his next class, James spotted the back of his best friend’s head; Thomas’ curly hair was hard to miss. The moment he sat down, Thomas turned to him with a sly grin. James felt his face growing hot, but tried to keep things casual. “Hey.”
“That’s it? Hey?” Thomas laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, last night was the first time I have ever come back to find a sock on the door knob.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So… Who was she?“
“Just some girl I met at the frat house.” James shrugged and pulled out his notebook, avoiding Thomas’ eye.
“What was her name?” He inquired.
“Didn’t get her name,” James lied, sniffing.
“Dude.” Thomas looked at him in a manner of disbelief. “Why aren’t you more excited about this? Was the sex bad?”
James let out a loud cough causing his classmates to look in his direction. Leaning in, he cleared his throat and whispered. “No, the sex was fine. Better than fine, actually,” he added, without thinking. Thomas’ wide grin returned and James felt incredibly embarrassed.
“C'mon,” He pushed. “Her name.“
James hesitated, before nonchalantly saying, ”(Y/N).“
Thomas stared at him skeptically. “Not (Y/N), friends-with-Hamilton (Y/N)?”
Their Professor walked into the room and shut the door behind him. “Sorry I’m late,” he spoke loudly, gaining the attention of the class. “We’ll be picking up where we left off last week so take out your text books and turn to page one-seventy-nine.”
“There’s more than one (Y/N) in the world,” James murmured, pulling out his text book
Thomas ignored the instructor and neglected to take out his book. “You didn’t answered the question, Jem.” James glanced at him before returning his gaze to their Professor. He said nothing, but nonetheless, Thomas understood and his eyes stretched wide. James wiggled his nose before sneezing. Thomas reached into his backpack and pulled out of a travel pack of Kleenex, which he handed to him. “We’re not done talking about this."
You sat around a table in the common room with your friends. They talked and joked loudly, but you were unable to stay engaged in the conversation, your thoughts occupied by the last person you ever thought would be distracting you. James Madison. James Madison. You had never thought about him much in the past. Sure, he was always around when you had the misfortune of running into Thomas Jefferson but, you two had no classes together and you rarely saw him around campus without his roommate, in which case you were too distracted by Jefferson to notice him. Last night had been the first time you had really noticed him.
You recalled the night spent in the cool air on the porch swing and you smiled softly to yourself. You had enjoyed the conversation and, to your surprise, Madison was much more tolerable than his best friend. You pushed away the thought of what had followed, too embarrassed to even think about it, for now. Madison was still Jefferson’s best friend and Jefferson was a total dick. Last night had to be a one time thing; It could never happen again.
”(Y/N)?“ Alexander waved his hand in front of your face.
"Yeah? Sorry.” You shook your head and returned your attention to your friends, all of whom were looking at you.
“You okay?” Hercules asked. “You seem a little–”
“Tired, is all,” you finished for him. “Didn’t really sleep well last night."
John leaned in, wiggling his eyebrows. "I’m not surprised. We all saw you leaving the party with that guy.”
Your cheeks flushed and panic washed through you. “What guy?” You asked, quickly.
They all laughed and John said, “The tall guy. You can’t pretend you don’t know what we’re talking about because we saw you. Who was he?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. They don’t know. You recalled how dark the night had been and you realized that they must not have been able to make out who it was that you had left with. “Just some guy."
Hercules grinned at you and nudged your shoulder. "Awww, we’ve embarrassed her,” he cooed.
“Shut up!” You buried your face in your hands and your friends laughter rang out once again.
Lafayette cut in. “Leave her alone, mes amies. (Y/N)’s been really high strung lately, we should be happy that she’s getting some stress relief.”
“Lafayette!” You shrieked, reaching across the table to smack his arm. He dodged your blow and chuckled at you, shrugging his shoulders.“You’re all too much,” you grumbled. “I’m outta here.” You faked anger as you stood from the table.
“Awww c'mon, (Y/N/N),” Alex called. “Don’t take it so personally.”
“Just going to get some lunch,” you laughed, dropping the act. “I’ll see you guys later.”
They said their goodbyes and you made your way downstairs, out the front door, and towards the campus cafeteria.
It was a cool day and you tugged at the ends of your shorts, wishing you’d worn jeans. Luckily, you had a lightweight hoodie on, and you wrapped the ends of the sleeves around your fists.Once inside, you were happy to see that the dining area was pretty empty so once you had gotten your food, you had plenty of seats to choose from.
You picked an empty table in the back, next to a window. You picked at your french fries as you scrolled through your phone.
“You slept with(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Thomas said for the third time. “Hundreds of girls on campus and you slept with her?”
James groaned loudly. “Don’t make me regret telling you,” he said as the two of them got in the burger line.
“Pfft. You tell me everything.” Thomas paused when James didn’t reply. “You tell me everything, right?”
“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Thomas dramatically place his hand on his chest.
James took his plate and headed out into the dining area, his roommate at his heels. “Well, seeing how you reacted when I told you…. you know, what happened last night, I don’t exactly know if I want to tell you this.”
“James, I’m just giving you shit, okay? You slept with (Y/N). So what? No big deal.” Thomas picked a table near the front of the dining area and slid into an empty char. “You’re my best friend. Of course you can tell me anything.”
James sat down across from him. He sighed and rubbed his temples. “I think, that maybe… I dunno, Thomas–”
“Fine,” Thomas leaned back and sighed, feigning offense. “Don’t tell me. Your roommate. Your best friend. It’s fine.”
“Alright,” James grumbled. Thomas perked up and leaned forward attentively. “I think I have feelings for her, man.”
His jaw dropped. “For (Y/N)?” James nodded, feeling his face grow hot. Thomas pursed his lips before his eyes settled on something behind James. “Then why don’t you go talk to her?”
James whipped around and saw (Y/N) sitting at a table in the back. Sunlight poured in through the window next to her, making it look as though her hair was glowing in a halo of light. She absentmindedly scrolled on her phone as she made her way through a side of french fries. She was unconsciously swinging one foot gently, her sneaker bumping against the leg of the table.
“So…” James tore his eyes from her. “You’re not mad?”
His best friend shrugged. “I mean, I definitely would’ve picked someone else for you, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”
“Like what?” James questioned.
“Dude, you can’t even say her name without blushing.” Cue James going red in the face. “Besides, it’s not like you’re in love with Hamilton. I guess, maybe, she might not be so bad. I dunno. I don’t really know her.”
James shook his head. “There’s no way she’s going to be interested in me. It was just a one night stand.”
“And that’s all it will ever be, unless you go talk to her,” He urged.
James slowly stood up from the table. “If you’re sure about this…”
“I’m always sure. Go.” Thomas encouraged.
Taking a deep breath, James Madison turned around and made his was across the room to talk to (Y/N).
a/n: it’s three am, i have a bad headache, i have to wake up in four or three hours, i didn’t edit this at all so rest in fuckig peace me
You knocked on the door and Usnavi opened, looking at you excitedly.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He smiled and he brought you in to a hug. “I mean I know that Sonny isn’t your cousin but you’re practically family and I thought that maybe you would want to meet his boyfriend.”
“Of course.” You smiled and you walked into the apartment, seeing that Pete and Sonny were cooking the dinner together. “You’re the host. You should be cooking.” You pointed out and Usnavi frowned.
“I’m sure that Sonny and that punk-”
You glared at him.
“I’m sure that Sonny and Pete wouldn’t appreciate if I burnt the building down.”
The dinner went fine overall, Usnavi trying to interrogate Pete the entire time while you and Sonny did your best to keep him at bay.
Pete left the apartment and Sonny glared at Usnavi, who was pretending to be completely innocent by watching television on the couch.
He looked as though he was about to say something to him but he stopped for a second and he just walked away, heading to his bedroom and calling it a night.
You sat next to Usnavi and he looked at you.
“They love each other.” You told him and he rubbed his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want Sonny to get hurt.”
“Whoever hurts Sonny has hell coming towards them. But you’re hurting him by protecting him. Pete makes him happy.” You pointed out and he nodded.
“I’m gonna talk to Sonny, you can change into a shirt of mine and crawl into bed.” He smiled and he kissed you slowly before standing up and knocking on Sonny’s door.
You took your clothes off and you grabbed one of Usnavi’s shirts and you got into bed, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
You woke up to the sound of cabs honking and you weren’t pleased in the least, considering it was still the middle of the night.
You tried to sit up and you resulted in hitting your head on the wall and you sighed, defeated by the day although it had barely even started.
You laid down again, careful not to hit your head and you turned to see that Usnavi was somehow asleep still and he was snoring even.
How he stayed asleep perplexed you and you made a mental note to remind yourself to ask him how that was even possible.
You were shook out of your thoughts by Usnavi snoring louder than usual and he took in a deep breath of air, hitting his head hard as he sat up.
You raised an eyebrow, looking at him concerned.
“Did you wake up yourself up by snoring?” You asked him and he mumbled something incomprehensible, put an arm around you and he fell back asleep.
You stared at him for a couple of moments, wondering how his snoring managed to wake himself up while he slept like a baby through the cabs.
You moved yourself closer to him and you kissed him gently before wrapping an arm around him, somehow managing to fall asleep between your boyfriend’s snoring and the cabs.
The next time you woke up to sunshine coming in from the blinds and Usnavi, who had somehow entangled himself with you while he was asleep.
His head was tucked into the crook of your neck and his legs were wrapped around yours.
You kissed his forehead and he groaned slightly.
“Waking up to you kissing me is my new favorite activity.”
“I can think of a couple others that you might like better.” You winked and his face turned red.
“You’re right.” He mumbled and he buried his face in the pillow as his face got redder.
“I know. Like didn’t you say that you loved making coffee with me last week?”
“Love you too. And I found out something new about you this morning.”
“You’re cuddly.” You smirked and he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
“Do we get to stay here longer if I admit that I am?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“I mean I wouldn’t say that I am cuddly but more so that I just like cuddling in general.” He told you and you smiled.
(Wait… You liked that it ended on a platonic note, but you’re excited for more? What? Hahaha. Anyway that’s nice to hear! I like to think Lampblack is a lot about “gray areas”. And toons often have more complex emotions than they think they do. -HG)
Phillipa blinked in surprise. “I-I’m sorry… What?” She asked in shock.
“I’m pregnant, Pippa.” You repeated, your voice a little louder.
Your sister/best friend sat there in utter shock, grasping her mug of coffee tightly. She stared intently at your stomach (since you were standing in front of her). You became concerned when she didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. You waved a hand over her eyes but she didn’t move. You snapped your fingers. Nothing.
“Pip?” You called her by her childhood nickname. “Are you okay?”
Phillipa snapped out of her state of shock and stood up abruptly, almost making you fall backward. She almost slammed her mug onto the coffee table as she sped walked to her phone, which was on the kitchen counter. You raced to her side in confusion as you watched her tap furiously on the phone’s screen.
“Pippa? What are you doing?” You asked.
“I’m gonna kill Lin.” Phillipa hissed.
Lin was your boyfriend of four years. You met back in 2010 when Lin was still in In The Heights. You saw the Broadway premiere of the show and was introduced to Lin by Chris, a mutual friend who was also in the show. You and Lin became fast friends and then started dating six months later. You two have been together ever since and still very much in love. Lin was caring, funny, smart, talented, laid-back, and very very handsome. Sometimes he was an ass, always knowing what buttons to push to annoy you or get in your pants (depending on the day). Your family simply adored Lin and encouraged the relationship, especially your big sister Phillipa since she played the leading lady in Lin’s current Broadway hit.
You were also in Lin’s musical. You were an ensemble member, dancing in the background and singing backup vocals throughout the almost-three-hour long show. The only costume changes you got were a jacket, a skirt, a pair of gloves, and a pair of shoes. Not that you were complaining, since it allowed you to spend more time with Lin in his dressing room in between songs and during the intermission. Being an ensemble member also enhance your flexibility and focus because you’d have to remember a lot of choreography and you do a lot of sharp turns and quick moves that would cause whiplash to non-dancers. Good thing you went to the gym weekly and did dance class throughout high school and college.
You didn’t understand Phillipa’s answer until she placed her phone on the counter and your boyfriend’s voice came from the phone’s speakers.
“This is Lin.” You heard Lin’s voice say his usual greeting to any phone call.
“Hey, Lin,” Phillipa said in a fake sweet tone. “It’s Phillipa.”
“Ah, my dearest Eliza,” Lin said with a laugh. “How’s it going, Pippa? Is (Y/N) there with you?”
Phillipa glanced at you with tempted look. “Oh, she’s here, alright.”
“Really? Can you tell her to call me? I haven’t heard from her since yesterday’s last show. And I didn’t get my ‘good morning’ text, either.”
You felt guilty. Since you found out you were pregnant earlier this morning, you didn’t talk to anyone or post anything on social media. A lot of fans and friends got worried but you brushed them off, saying you were sick or busy.
“I know why she didn’t text you today,” Phillipa said in a slightly irritated tone, holding the phone in her hand. “She is standing right next to me, as a matter of fact.”
“Really? Can I talk to her?” Lin asked.
“Sure,” Phillipa said sourly before holding the phone up to your face with a glare on her normally soft features. “Go ahead, (Y/N). Talk to him.”
You stood there, motionless, unsure if to take the phone or to start speaking.
“H-Hey, Lin.” You stammered out as a pitiful greeting.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day.” Lin sounded genuinely concerned, which broke your heart more.
“I-I’m okay, Lin.” You said, trying to keep calm. “J-Just busy.”
“Are you sure?” Lin asked. “You sound anxious. Is there something you’re not telling me-”
“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, slapping your hands over your mouth after the words left your lips.
Phillipa looked at you with an approving and satisfied smile. You didn’t hear anything from the phone as you took the phone from Phillipa. You called Lin’s name a couple of times. You were tempted to hang up-
“YYEEEEAAAAHHH!” You heard Lin scream out of the blue, almost making you drop the phone.
“L-Lin?!” You exclaimed. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better, babe!” He cried in what you could tell was pure joy. “I’m gonna be a dad! You’re gonna be a mom! This is amazing!”
You let out a breath of relief as you jumped up and down like a schoolgirl who got asked to Homecoming. Phillipa giggled and pecked you on the cheek before walking towards the landline phone that was hooked onto the wall.
“Did you tell mom and dad?” She asked.
“How about the cast?”
You shook your head.
You nodded, which made her smile as she dialed a number and held the receiver to her ear. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. You turned off speakerphone and held the phone to your ear.
“You still there, Lin?” You asked.
“I’m still here, (Y/N),” Lin answered breathlessly. “I’m just… so happy. We’re gonna be parents. How do you feel?”
“The shock wore off a couple of hours ago. I found out about six o’clock this morning.”
“Well, I just cheered out of the blue and scared the shit out of Lac and Kail. I’ll see you at my place tonight for dinner, okay? Six o’clock, like normal?”
You smiled. “You got it. Tell Lac and Kail I said ‘hi’. See you soon.”
“Definitely. I love you.”
“Love you too, Lin.”
You hung up the phone just was you heard Phillipa scream “I’m gonna be an aunt!” joyfully to the person she was on the phone with. You chuckled.
You stretched when you came downstairs. You were wearing a simple night gown with a robe on since mornings here were a little chilly. You were wearing your fuzzy slippers and you hopped down the rest of the stairs. The boys looked up when they heard your feet padding against the smooth floors. They knew that sleepy little shuffle.
A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!
flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your
eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to
your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you
and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel?
You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.
“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was
crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.
“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked
tired, like she had stayed up for days.
“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my
skull. “Some asshole tried to mug
us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me
a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought
you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently
the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the
fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the
handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight
days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you
“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t
make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you
had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes
burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.
“I missed you too, smarty pants!”
to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a
chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and
you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was
odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four
years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt
like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for
you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were
forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second
death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you.
However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at
you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it
couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning
and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before
breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t
read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed,
even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed
yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something
The days felt longer and all you
had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of
getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only
reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt
as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset
itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None
of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your
hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid
feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup.
They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror,
Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that
side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the
broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you
looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now
we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath,
it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost
taunting to you.
“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock
at your door.
“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.
“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!”
You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why,
that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.
“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self
as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.
“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and
handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined.
You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you
pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets!
Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway! How
much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.
“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?”
“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting
them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t
need them anymore.”
“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint
“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive
shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.
“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown
on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this
fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this
point. She rolled her eyes.
“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a
few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it
all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and
hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.
“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a
lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed
to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”
“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The
teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my
capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you,
she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.
“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you
manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was
Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.
to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It
got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind
going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you
were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was
going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the
whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to
wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the
bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You
questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be
over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million
years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back
to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your
hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.
“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You
stated, she shook her head mischievously.
“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more
surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked
your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them
because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little
bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater
and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.
“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on
something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the
theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are
the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats,
which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.
“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen
to me!” You said giddily.
“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The
lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment.
I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar
melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on
Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”
Wow…he looks just
like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.
Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”
Philip? This time,
you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…
Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”
I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR
YOU JEFFERSON, I’M HAVING A CRISIS RIGHT NOW!
Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”
I haven’t seen you in
a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your
curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you
knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some
reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach
when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you
adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song
was going to end soon.
Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”
Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”
Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”
Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”
Lost? I thought that
line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you
finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away
by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your
time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass
Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T.
Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing
Philip. He really was my poet… When
Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD
TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle
#2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On
Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of
following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty
knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her
arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different.
She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other
and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the
top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?
James Madison sat alone in the library, a stack of books next to him. He only had one class today, which was in the evening, so he liked to use the mornings to catch up on his work. He sniffled several times, before pulling out a handkerchief and blowing his nose as quietly as he could (even though he was the only one in the library, minus the desk clerk).
He typed away on his keyboard, his eyes flickering from the screen and his notes, which he had laid out on the other side of his laptop. He had a highlighter sitting between his teeth, which he occasionally took out, uncapped, and used on a particular note that he wanted to come back to, before returning it to his mouth.