#Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens x Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton

[kyleetryme]

Lams wedding day

[ask-chubby-hamilton]

Alexander: you know if you think about the science behind bees they shouldn't be able to fly because- *Blah blah blah, nerdy stuff*

John and Eliza: *infatuatedly listening to every word.*

[yr-obedt-cicero]

What do people close to AH call him? For example, does Eliza or friends call him Hamilton instead of Alexander? Thanks!

AH seems to have commonly gone by his last name, Hamilton. It is what you will usually see him being refered to by even in less than professional settings, or many of his repetitive nicknames were just variations of his last name, like Ham or Hammy. Commonly used around camp when he was Aide-de-camp to Washington. [x] Even Hamilton and Laurens - who were incredibly close - usually always refered to each other by last names (Likely due to the military setting). Similarly did Stevens, Hamilton's boyhood best friend, even when Hamilton nicknamed him “Neddy”, [x] Stevens usually only called him by his last name. Although, occasionally Hamilton signed off his letters as “Alex”, yet rarely did any of his close friends call him the same. [x] And it was more common of an occurrence when he was younger and still on the Islands.

There are implications Eliza followed suit and also mainly refered to her husband by his last name, for instance a guest recalled her once at the Grange; “There was a long silence, broken by the murmured words, ‘I am so tired. It is so long. I want to see Hamilton.’” [x] Oftentimes, she even commonly called him “My Hamilton”. We don't have any surviving letters from Eliza to Hamilton, but in other letters Eliza wrote to and from people it is a reoccurring phrase. In a letter to Richard Harison from Eliza, September 10th, 1804, she wrote the same phrase; “As to myself when I peruse your letter, so expressive, of those marks of tender remembrance, of my Hamilton, and friendship for his children,” [x] Their youngest daughter, Eliza Hamilton Holly, even quoted to her brother John Church Hamilton, where their mother said; “Justice shall be done to the memory of my Hamilton.” [x]

Hamilton even refered to himself as her Hamilton, in a letter dated the 17th of March 1780, he wrote;

It is now half an hour past our time of meeting. I must bid you adieu. Adieu my charmer; take care of your self and love your Hamilton as well as he does you. God bless you

“From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [17 March 1780],” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Hamilton/01-02-02-0622. [Original source: The Papers of Alexander Hamilton, vol. 2, 1779–1781, ed. Harold C. Syrett. New York: Columbia University Press, 1961, pp. 285–287.]

And again the same year on the 13th of October;

I tell you, my Betsey, you are negligent; you do not write me often enough. Take more care of my happiness, for there is nothing your Hamilton would not do to promote yours.

“From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [13 October 1780],” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Hamilton/01-02-02-0902. [Original source: The Papers of Alexander Hamilton, vol. 2, 1779–1781, ed. Harold C. Syrett. New York: Columbia University Press, 1961, pp. 473–475.]

You're welcome, and hope this helps!

[rivsneedstostfu]

Thomas Jefferson x Elizabeth Schuyler (idk what the ship name is or if it is even a thing but ok)

Because Alexander was never hers to lose. Even after the betrayal, the turns and the lies, Alexander belonged to many places, more than she could mention, but enough to know who she married.

He belonged to the war, to his work, to Washington's orders, to his writings, to his damned obsession with his legacy, to flattery, to revolution... And when it came to people, she knew how much her sister understood him, she heard the name John Laurens in his dreams on more than one occasion and, recently, Maria Reynolds was not the cause of the ruin of her marriage, she was just another piece in the mountain that Alexander liked to call his legacy.

So she couldn't blame her, not even hate her, because that would mean that she had to hate Alexander in the same way, and no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't succeed.

When Thomas Jefferson knocked on her door, she assumed he was there to remind her husband that he had ruined more than one life. Because she believed that was how he was, after all, the things she heard from that man were the things her husband and sister told her, and none of them were even remotely good enough to keep the door open.

He put his foot in the way, preventing her from leaving him behind. She sighed tiredly, feeling like that might be enough to break her once again.

"He is not at home" he murmured, opening just a little more, keeping his gaze downcast, "can you please go away?"

"Not looking for him."

"There is no one else, please leave."

At first, she thought she had become the object of the man's mockery, and she tried to close the door even harder. When the man shrieked "fuck Hamilton" and then had to clarify "except those with Schuyler blood," with a pained look on his face, she couldn't help but smile.

And she felt bad for having hurt his foot, so she cordially invited him in. And he had the most pleasant afternoon since "that event," in the company of a man who was supposed to be despicable.

And so they became good friends. Eliza taught him to "be less extreme and more sweet", Jefferson taught her to "be tougher if she needed to." Jefferson did not even feed the pain and resentment that Eliza must have felt towards Hamilton, and he hated Alexander, of course, but he didn't want Eliza to know what pure hatred was, so he took it upon himself to hate him for her.

That's it. This is how they fell in love.

[ao3-tag-statistics]

25% of Hamilton fics are modern AUs, and 5% are Hamilton x Washington.

I'm not saying y'all have daddy issues I'm just implying it a little.

13.1% of Doctor Who fanfics are tagged with Fluff, 11.3% with Angst, 5.3% with both Fluff and Angst, and 6.5% with Hurt/Comfort.

bonus round: top poly ships because i felt like it

Alexander Hamilton/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/John Laurens/Hercules Mulligan (235)

Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler (116)

19,710 Works in Hamilton - Miranda

Alexander Hamilton/George Washington (943)

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (4879)

[qatheauthoress74]

Misplaced Quotes: Hamilton Edition #1

John Laurens: Alexander, I love you.

Alexander Hamilton: *Hesitating* I...I-

Elizabeth Schuyler: But Alexander I also love you!

John Laurens *to Hamilton*: But now two of us love you. Who will you choose?

Hamilton: *Straightforwardly* Why don’t we all just f**k each other?

*John and Eliza stare at Hamilton in disbelief*

Hamilton: Yeah, this one big f**kpile?

Eliza: ....Eh, okay.

John: Sounds good to me.

Ben Franklin: *Cheerfully* And so, American Revolutionary War love triangles were solved forever! 

Inspired by this fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20153440

[im-still-writing-out-of-time]

‘I Want Her’

For my lovely @sinnamon-smols for always being there for me. I love you. ❤️ I hope you enjoy this. 

It’s all fluff people. No warnings, I think. (Lemme know)

The title is probably temporary. I don’t like it but it’s been in my docs as ‘How Lams Met E” so I mean…

Masterlist

“Her,” John said pointing to the woman. Eliza. She had dark brown hair and gorgeous eyes. She was perfect, beautiful. “Can it be her, Alex, please?”

“Lemme see.” Alexander took the folder from John’s hands and looked at all the information inside. She was perfect; her education, her background, her looks- she was the total package. “She looks perfect Jacky, but shouldn’t we look through the rest of the files?”

“You can, but I want her.”

Alexander laughed and kissed his husband’s cheek. “Alright baby. I’ll look through the rest, but she seems perfect.”

“If she seems perfect why are you still looking?” John whined.

Alexander laughed. “Maybe there’s someone more perfect than her.”

“Nope. She’s the one. She’s smart, and she’s pretty, and I want her.” John was adamant about Eliza.

Alexander rolled his eyes, a smile brightening up his face. “I’ll call her now. See if she’s still available, okay?” He pulled his phone from under the pile of files and scanned her information page for her phone number. “It’s ringing,” he said as he turned to John and pressed a chaste kiss to his nose.

John wiggled in his seat excitedly. “Hehehe yay,” he giggled.

Alexander smiled at his goofy antics; the ones that made him fall in love with John in the first place. “Hello! Is this Eliza Schuyler?” A slight pause. Alexander turned on speaker phone so John could hear. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. I’m calling for myself and my husband John. We got your file from the agency and we’re wondering if you were still available.”

“Uh, yeah I am. Would you guys like to set up a meeting?”

“Of course!” John said into the phone speaker.

Alexander laughed once more. “Sorry about that Eliza, that would be my very hopeful and excited husband John.”

Her laugh tingled through the phone. “That’s alright. When can we meet?”

“Any time is okay with us. Whatever’s good for you.”

“Well I’m free right now, if you have time.”

John got up and sprinted to the bedroom to change out of his sweatpants. “Where would you like to meet? I don’t think John would let me say no to a meeting as soon as possible.”

“There’s a pizza place just around the corner from my house,” she said, prompting Alexander to look at her info page. No address. “We could get something to eat while we talk if you want.”

“Yeah that’s perfect,” Alexander said. “We’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll text you the address and see you there, Alexander.”

John was a ball of energy. He couldn’t stop bouncing no matter what. “Do you think she’s just as pretty in real life, Alexander?”

“I bet she’s even more beautiful, John.” He pushed open the door to the pizza place and sat in a table directly next to the pizza. “Do you want anything, John?”

John was bouncing in his seat. “No. I’m too excited.”

He was still jittering when she walked through the door. “Hi,” she said, almost shyly, as she walked up to them. “John and Alexander?” John’s head bobbed excitedly. She laughed. “Hi, I’m Eliza. How are you guys today?”

“I’m good,” replied Alexander. “John is- John is overly hyper right now. He’s not usually like this.”

John stopped dancing in his seat and glared at Alexander. “I’m hopeful, okay, you butt?”

Alexander smiled before leaning over and kissing John on the cheek. “I know babe.” He turned back to Eliza. “John’s been wanting a baby for a long time and refused to look at any other files after he read yours.”

Eliza smiled. “Well I’m honored. Is there anything you guys would like to know about me?”

John looked thoughtful while Alexander nodded. “Why did you decide to be a surrogate? You’re young, beautiful, intelligent, and from a wealthy background. You could settle down and get married and keep your child. Why surrogacy?”

“You know, I don’t really have a solid answer for that. I mean, I guess I just wanted to help someone who couldn’t have a child have one. I’m not in it for the money or anything so don’t worry about outrageous fees; just doctor and hospital bills. I’m pretty self sufficient. As far as ‘giving the baby away,’” she said, using her fingers for air quotes. “The only things I request from you guys now is a look around the house you’ll be living in- I want to know it’s a safe home that a baby is being raised in- and a promise that I’ll be in the baby’s life somehow.” She looked down at her hands resting on the table. “That was one of my few reservations about surrogacy; would the baby be going to a safe home and would I ever get to see her? You know? You don’t have to tell the baby I’m their mother, but even just calling me a family friend would be okay with me.”

“Of course you can see the baby! We aren’t monsters,” cried John. “Only problem is that we need a baby for you to see,” he mumbled.

“Then it’s settled,” said Eliza. “I’m gonna be your surrogate.”

John launched his body into Alexander’s arms, his crying face hiding in the crook of Alexander’s neck. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he sobbed.

“Which one of you will be the father?” Eliza asked gently.

“John will be,” Alexander answered, his hand rubbing circles on John’s back. “He’s wanted a baby for so long.”

Eliza couldn’t help but smile at the couple. They seemed a little unorthodox, even for a gay couple, but they were perfect.

“Do you want to come see our place tonight? We can order a pizza to go and you can come have supper with us. It’s not that far of a walk.”

Eliza smiled. “I’d love to.”

Eliza fell into an odd routine with the boys. Every Wednesday was their ‘family dinner,’ as John called it. They had been trying to get pregnant for four months. The artificial insemination treatments were once every month, and both men always accompanied her. It was like they really were a family.

She stared at the box in front of her- pink and white, with yellow and blue accents. Three pregnancy tests, and her period was finally late enough for her to justify taking them. She sat in the bathroom at her apartment and peed in an old plastic medicine cup that had been laying around that she had cleaned. Taking all three tests, she set them in the cup, watching the blue run through the window of the test before pulling them out and capping them. Setting the timer, she set the tests on the counter and turned to the sink to wash her hands.

She danced around in the mirror, praying for six little lines. The time was dragging by until finally the timer beeped and she lunged to the tests.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

Three positives. Eliza screamed in excitement as she grabbed the tests in her hand. There was a new bounce in her step as she glided through the house, getting ready for family dinner night. She grabbed the tiny baby shoes she had sitting on her dresser. They were tiny, and pretty impractical as any type of legitimate clothing, but they were perfect for announcing the pregnancy to the boys.

She had taken up yarn work, specifically crocheting, and the booties were her first finished project. They weren’t the best, but she was proud of them. She walked to the street and hailed a cab to bring her to the nearest store. Scanning the shelves for tiny gift bags, she grabbed two, a glimmering silver, and some tissue paper.

The smile sparkled on her face all through the store, even as she got stuck behind a family with two carts of groceries in front of her. There were very few cash registers open, but the family directly in front of her scoffed and left the line in search of a shorter queue. The mother in front of her looked frazzled, twin boys strapped in car seats laying across the carts.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her hands flying to place different items on the register belt.

Eliza’s smile softened. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not in any rush, take you’re time.”

The woman sighed in relief. “Thank you,” she whispered, tearing up. Her husband was in front of her loading an empty cart with bagged groceries, moving one of the twins onto his new cart, hands trying to help load items onto the belt.

“Guys,” Eliza prompted. “You can slow down. I’m really not in any hurry.”

Their movements slowed after that. No longer were they moving at their fastest pace, but a comfortable one. They were able to smile at their own babies as they moved, and Eliza couldn’t help but wonder if John and Alexander would do things with their baby like that; simple things like grocery shopping together.

The couple in front of her moved their carts towards the door, the babies smiling at their parents. They both looked so much calmer now that someone had shown them the slightest bit of compassion. Eliza’s kind smile returned as she watched the cashier scan her items. The total came out around fifteen dollars and Eliza grabbed the cash from her bag, her hands pushing aside the small baby shoes. She was bubbling with excitement as the cashier handed her her receipt with a lifeless “have a good day.” Eliza hoped her day would get better as it went by.

She sat on a bench near the automatic doors, pulling the tags off her bags and tearing open the tissue paper. Each bag got a pregnancy test wrapped in tissue paper pressed into the bottom, more tissue paper being pushed into the bag. A little bootie was set carefully on top, covered by another two sheets of tissue paper in each bag.

Eliza smiled at the shimmering white tissue paper, knowing how John would react, but unsure of Alexander’s reaction. She stepped to the curb and hailed a cab, sitting in the back and giving the driver a smile as she said John and Alexander’s address.

The house was dark when Eliza walked in. The only light was coming from sets of candles set around the kitchen, so she knew the boys were home. “Alexander,” she called. “John?”

A shuffling noise came from behind her and she tenses slightly, wondering which one of them it was. A gentle kiss pressed against her cheek. John.

“Hello John.”

“Hello,” he said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Good!” She said. “Happy and hungry.”

Alexander moved towards her, she could finally see him in the glow of the candlelight. “Eliza, we have something we want to ask you. We’ve though about it for some time- be sure of that- and we want your opinion. It’s completely in your hands, but don’t feel pressured, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, setting the gifts on the counter. “What’s up?”

“What’s in those?” John asked.

“Presents,” Eliza said simply, slapping John’s hand as he reached for it. “You first, then you get the presents.”

Alexander sank to his knee, pulling John beside him. “Before you say no, this is not a marriage proposal, promise,” Alexander started. “But we’ve been talking to you for a while now, Eliza. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, and practically perfect in every way. John and I have been thinking, and hoping….”

“Would you like to join our little relationship?” Each of the boys held one of Eliza’s hands in their own. “It would be all three of us doing relationship things. You’d be an equal partner with us, and get all the benefits and detriments that come along with that.” John pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand. “So what do you say?”

Eliza blushed. Apparently the boys felt the same as she did. “Of course I will,” she whispered. Tears were welling in her eyes, despite the smile on her face. She breathed in deeply, laughing a little from the embarrassment of crying as the boys rushed her into their arms. They had hugged her before, of course, but this one felt so much better, so much more natural. “Present time,” she said, taking another deep breath and trying to keep the happy tears at bay. “But you have to open them slowly and at the same time, and I have to record your reactions.” She grabbed the gift bags and walked to the living room, pulling her phone from her bag and opening the camera. “Sit side by side,” she ordered, and the boys listened, holding each other’s hands as they sat.

Eliza handed the boys their gifts and they settled in their seats as she walked to the wall to run on the lights. She nodded as she pressed record and Alexander dove into his gift bag, tearing the paper out.

“Alexander!” John exclaimed, backhanding his arm. “She said slowly and at the same time, you dumbass.” John pulled his tissue paper out to match Alexander’s and they reached into their respective bags together, each pulling out a soft shoe.

“It’s a baby bootie,” stated Alex.

“Wow,” drawled John. “You’re so observant.”

Eliza laughed. “I made them for when the baby comes,” she explained. “Keep going.”

The boys pulled the rest of the tissue paper out, tossing it to the floor in front of them as they reached their little rectangles at the bottom. They had managed to synchronize their movements up until Alexander ripped open the paper while John unwrapped it gently. Each boy sat on the couch staring at the little test window, Alexander squinting without his glasses.

“You’re pregnant,” breathed John, barely loud enough to hear. “You’re pregnant?” Eliza nodded gently, the smile shining on her face as Alexander’s hands stuttered, dropping his test. John launched himself at Alex, his arms wrapping themselves around her. “Alexander, she’s pregnant! We’re having a baby!”

John released Alexander, whose face was shining almost as bright as John’s, as John threw himself toward Eliza.

“Oh my god, we did it,” he cried as Eliza dropped her phone on the floor laughing. “We did it!” He let go of Eliza, who reached to grab her phone as he ran to the window and threw it open. “We’re having a baby!” He cried out to the world, bragging to anyone who would listen. He slammed the window shut after pulling his head in. “Oh my god we’re having a baby,” he deadpanned, the realization finally hitting him. “Oh, god. An actual baby.”

There will be more, I promise (mostly because this fulfills part of one of my self indulgent fics).

[ziggstheenby-2]

[atombombbibunny]

The Shop

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 5215

Warnings: Some cussin’

Summary: Y/N’s uncle had offered her, her first job knowing she was saving up in advance for college. It just so happened that The Thomas Jefferson is working there and will be training her.

A/N: Omfg, this is my first time writing in third person, its probably shit. It took so much strength not to write in first person. Anyways, this is a story I wrote forever ago with a different fandom (Harry Styles.) I thought this would work, does this work? I hope this worked.....I had no idea how to end this..........................

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It was the first day of Y/N’s first job and she could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she entered the small grocery store. Living in a small town proved to have some perks like everyone knowing everyone, and the fact that her uncle owned the store itself. He knew she was attempting to save some money for school as she would be graduating in two years.

She had no reason to be freaking out, her uncle like her and she liked him.

Everything would be fine.

Oh god, what if she started a fire? The whole town would know it was her.

As a hand fell down on her shoulder she practically leapt out of her own skin.

“There’s my favorite niece!” She spun a full 180 degrees to be eye to eye with her uncle, she shook her head before shooting him a look. “I’m your only niece uncle Jack.” He flashed her a goofy smile before patting her shoulder. “Come, I’ll show you around.” Before the two of them could move an inch, the door rang out as someone entered, her uncles face went straight as he stared down the entering being. “Little late there Thomas.” Y/N glanced behind her at the person getting scolded by her usually easy-going uncle.

To her surprise it was Thomas Jefferson, the so-called god of her high school. The man looked exhausted. “Sorry, mom needed me.” He muttered, his eyes on his shoes. Jack raised an eyebrow. “She okay?” He questioned as his face was now filled with genuine concern. “She’s fine, I guess.” He finally raised his head, his eyes flashed at Y/N before looking directly at her uncle.  After a nod from Jack he rushed past the two of them barely grazing her shoulder but still enough to earn a mumbled. “Sorry.” From him.

“That was Thomas.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, she glanced to the door Thomas was now closing and locking behind him. “Really, I would have never guessed.” She felt like he forgot she was hear and didn’t just hear their whole conversation. “His moms been sick.” She quickly lifted her head and dropped her shoulders; her heart sank in her chest. Now she felt like shit. “He uh, goes to my school. Hes a senior.” Jack smiled lightly while leaning against the cashier counter. “So good you know each other, he’ll be training you.” His smile spread to a full grin.

Y/N didn’t actually know Thomas, she knew of him. But the two had never held an actual conversation. He was basically (as cliché as it sound) the school heart breaker, and an apparently amazing kisser. (Said information passed onto her from her friend Katie who had one to many wine coolers and got a taste.)

Thomas soon exited the room now in a bright blue polo with the stores name stitched into it, he made his way back towards Y/N’s uncle who looked rather short next to him. Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the boy’s body, his arms looked practically stuffed into the shirt’s tight sleeves, his curls bounced with every small movement. It was only when Thomas’ arm moved forward did she realize her uncle was introducing the two of them.

A tight grip: was met with Y/N’s small hand as they shook hands for a second. “Hi.” She murmured as the burning sensation on her neck grew. After Thomas moved to behind the counter Jack smirked. “Well, I have to run, I’m sure you’ll do great today.” The last of his sentence was a mere whisper of encouragement to Y/N.

Just as Y/N began to turn to Thomas to say something a shirt was thrown at her head and covered her face. “Get changed.” He ordered while stifling a chuckle. Y/N tore the suffocating shirt from her head and stormed to the door she had originally seen Thomas enter.

Once she exited the back room and was now in the rather itchy blue polo, Y/N noticed that Thomas was now nowhere to be found. She soon found him stocking shelves, a rather pain in the ass smile resting on his face. “Get lost?” He teased, his eyes never leaving the inventory he was placing on the shelves.

“No.” Y/N grumbled, her glare unnoticed or unfazing towards Jefferson. She pushed on as she watched his every movement. “So, what are we doing, stocking shelves?”

“No.” Thomas began as he placed his last can on the top shelf, Y/N raised a curious eyebrow as there were plenty of boxes still placed on the floor. “You’re stocking the shelves.” He said leaning against the shelving behind him. “You’re really going to just sit there and watch me?” She asked before slumping down on her knees and pulling open the closest box. “Yep.” A smug smirk broke across his face as she let out a light groan. Y/N rolled her eyes while facing the shelf, she was regretting taking this offer already. “Like this?” She asked coldly while setting down can after can of peas down.

Thomas just nodded and continued to watch.

They were stuck in and awkward silence, the speakers only playing quiet music around the storm, and fading in and out of static from the rain now pouring outside.

“We go to the same school don’t we.” Thomas finally said, causing a slight jump from Y/N, he chuckled softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Y/N attempted to hide the heat creeping up her cheeks and continued to work, refusing to look back at the lazy body behind her.

 “Yeah, we do.” She answered quietly. The ambiance of the store felt like a library, and Y/N felt like she needed to be just as quiet. “I knew it, I’ve seen you around.” Y/N smiled gently at the acknowledgement.

Another moment of silence broke between the two.

“You- You hang out with that John kid, right?” Y/N shrugged. “Little bit, why?” Thomas cleared his throat before moving positions, he crossed his arms and leaned back once more. “Are you two like, datin? Cause I don’t need anyone coming in here to distract you” Y/N could hear his embarrassment.

“Uh.” She began, goosebumps growing on her arms. “No, I mean we’ve been on a few dates, but no, we aren’t dating.” She quickly cleared her throat as she moved to unbox the rest of the cans. “He’s… not really my type.” She fought internally at shooting a look at him but stayed focused on her work.

After their awkward one-off conversation, the two stayed pretty quiet. Thomas made his way to the front counter to help the few people in the store, some there to shop, some to congratulate Y/N on her first day.

After a few hours of almost pure silence the doorbell rang out as one of Thomas’ friends entered the store. Though Thomas greeted him like usual he practically b-lined over to Y/N who was stood in almost pure fear.

“Hey, you just started today right?” He asked flashing a bright smile almost causing Y/N legs to give in at the sight. She could barely remember his name; she would always see him and the rest of Thomas’ group smoking at the front of school before classes started.

“Uhm, yeah.” Y/N said her voice coming out like a squeak, another smile broke across his face, his teeth were almost blinding. “I’m Alex, I’ve seen you around school before.” All Y/N could functionally do was nod. “Right, I’m Y/N” she mustered enough to get her voice clear to him. He let out a light chuckled, Yeah, I know.” Cursing herself internally she shook her head. “Right, duh.” She giggled.

Just as Alex opened his mouth to speak once more Thomas’ voice rung out from behind them. “Alex.” His voice was low and close to sounding angry. “Can I help you with something?” Alex glanced back at Thomas’ stature and shrugged. “I’m just… looking.” He said winking towards Y/N who gave a small smile.

Thomas looked between the two. “Well, Y/N can you go make sure the milk isn’t spoiled.” Y/N wanted to protest, she knew there wouldn’t be anything wrong, but didn’t want to piss off the wrong person on her first day.

Alex gave a quick confused look at Thomas whose eyes were now hardening. “Y-yeah, of course.” Y/N began, she took a few steps forward before glancing back at the two boys. “See you later Alex.”

Once done the mundane task the store was completely empty. She walked to the front to see Thomas leaning against the counter reading. “Are you going to teach me the register?” She questioned; her boredom was almost consuming her.

Thomas shrugged, his eyes never leaving his book. “Not much to know, scan here.” He said pointing to the glass with the scanning mechanism in it. “We take cash or credit, if its cash press this.” He moved his hand to a blue button on the register. “If its credit, push this. Don’t forget their change or receipt.” Y/N stood patiently, only to realize he was done talking.

“Oh, okay.”

Though it was getting late the store didn’t close till 9:30, it was one of the only places that stayed open past 8:30 in their small town.

“What are you reading?” Y/N questioned, unmoving still, Thomas lifted his book to reveal the title The Glass Castle. “Oh, I’ve read that before.” Thomas hummed in response, his eyes scanning each word. “Do you like it?” He nodded, Y/N felt an annoyance grow in her as he was unresponsive and shooed off the one person that was talking to her.

She sighed, resigning to leaning on the shelf closest to her.

Luckily, the door rang out, her head snapped towards it to see John entering wearing his normal happy smile. “Y/N, hey!” She quickly made her way over to him, grateful for the new company. Thomas was still reading, basically ignoring any other goings on.

She grabbed at Johns arm and began to lead him down an aisle. “How’s the job?” He asked, shrugging Y/N glanced back at Thomas who was now eyeing the two of them, a shiver ran down her spine. “Its okay, just been really quiet.” Johns eyes followed Y/N’s to Thomas who looked back down at his book again. “Am I going to get you in trouble? I can go.” Y/N’s grip tightened on Johns arm. “No, please don’t. Plus, Thomas is harmless.”

“Okay, well I was wondering if you wanted to go-.” “Y/N” A deep voice came from behind them once more, and once more causing Y/N to jump, her arm pulling away from John’s. She spun on her heel, trying not to glare at him.

“Its gettin’ late, we should start cleanin’ up.” Thomas looked down at her like a child getting talked to by a parent. She nodded then looked at John who looked like he was damn close to shitting himself. “I’ll, uh text you.” She said watching as John scurried out of the store, as did Thomas.

“I thought you said you two weren’t goin’ out?” Y/N finally glared at him, who was still watching the long since closed door. “Eavesdropper.” She accused as he looked back at her. “No distractions.” He warned and turned to go back to the front.

Y/N flipped him off once his back was turned and stormed over to the small closet in the back, she assumed held cleaning supplies, she was correct. “No distractions.” She mocked in her worst Virginian accent.

Its not fair, she thought. He gets to just sit up there with his stupid hair and muscles. He’s the distraction.

She began to sweep a little to aggressively at the floor.

“Easy there cowgirl.” Thomas uttered, she spun. “How are you so quiet?” She asked in a harsh tone. “How are you so easily scared?” He mocked.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she continued to sweep at nothing. “You know we’re closed right?” Y/N’s eyes shot around the store till it fell on the clock now showing 9:35. He could have told her sooner. A slight blush grew on her cheeks as she placed the broom away.

Once changed into their street wear, they met outside, she watched as he locked up the shop, he turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, Y/N nodded before turning to go down the street. “Night.” She shouted over her shoulder. “Night!” Thomas yelled back.

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Y/N jogged into the store, closing her umbrella, the floor gave way from under her and she quickly grasped onto the door handle before hitting the ground. She stood once more and slammed the door shut, fed up with the rain.

She peeled off her soaked jacket before turning to see a smiling Thomas. “Quiet the entrance there.” He said biting back laughter as Y/N bowed. “You’re five minutes late though” He warned raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, the wind pulled my umbrella back and I got soaked.”  She pushed back her hoodie to show a head full of dripping hair.

Thomas released his laughter. “D’you need a towel?” She nodded and one was tossed quickly in her direction.

After she went back to change and scrub some rain out of her hair, she made her way back to the front not one customer in sight. “Any customers yet?” She questioned. “Gunna be a slow night.” Thomas said whilst shaking his head. Y/N let out a long groan. Dead nights were the worst.

She had now been working there for a month, she knew of everything she needed to do and was already bored of it. On slow days she’d clean while Thomas read.

Once the store was basically spotless and everything was faced, she made her way back to the front to see Thomas squinting at a turned around cereal box. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the same shelf. “What, no book tonight?” She asked as he stayed still, he reached under the counter and pulled up a ruined rain-soaked book. “Fell out on my way here. Rain ruins everythin’ I love.” He muttered. “So, you’re reading… a box?” She asked as she looked at it, there was nothing of actual interest on it other than the history of said cereal and nutritional facts. “Nothin else to do.” A sly smile broke across her face as she lifted one finger and slowly pushed the box off the edge, sending it slamming to the floor. “Oh, you are the worst kind of person.” Thomas groaned, he turned to face the empty wall crossing his arms like a child throwing a fit.

“Y/N I’m bored, tell me something.” He whined, still facing the wall, Y/N sighed at his grumpy demeanor. “What do you want to know Thomas?” She asked leaning against the shelf once more.

“Just tell me about you, did you go on a date with that John guy?” Y/N let out a laugh, she knew he wasn’t just asking due to boredom. “No, I didn’t. He’s not my type, remember?” She blushed lightly at the thought of him being genuinely curious about her love life.

“Alex asked me out though.” Thomas’ back straightened and tensed before he turned back around. “Oh.” He mumbled. “What?” Y/N asked as she crossed her arms in curiosity, an eyebrow raised up as she watched him closely. “Nothing.” He said, his eyes on the counter as he picked at the chipping paint. “Bullshit, what?” She demanded; Thomas scrunched his face. “Well, are you going to go out with him?” She quickly shrugged as she looked out the front door, the rain still pouring. “I don’t think so, he always ends up going back to Eliza, or Maria… or John.” She laughed lightly at the now realization on how such a player Alexander truly was.

Thomas broke out into a smile. “I knew you were a smart one.” Y/N picked up the box from the floor. “Gee thanks.” She shot back sarcastically.

They talked for the rest of the shift.

Not one customer.

But Y/N got to learn all about Thomas.

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Alex leaned in to press a quick kiss to Y/N, something she still wasn’t used to. “I’ll see you after work.” He mumbled against her lips. “Of course.” She said pulling back and hopping out of his car.

As she walked into the store, she saw no body presence at the front. “Thomas?” She called out into the empty store. She walked towards the back room pulling her work shirt out of her bag, she opened the door to see a shirtless Thomas there. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry!” She announced before slamming the door shut behind her.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest. It wasn’t fair that her boyfriend’s friends, (well sort of friend she had now learned.) were so good looking. Not that she didn’t think Alexanders body wasn’t hot, just, damn Thomas.

Thomas exited the back room a smiled glued to his face. “Smooth.” He said as he passed her to get to the front counter. “Oh, shut up.” She warned hitting him on the arm. “It was an accident.” Thomas chuckled. “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t tell your boyfriend.” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before entering the back room. “Get to work, you ass.”

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 Y/N walked in practically pushing past Thomas. “You’re late.” He mumbled, she ignored him. “I said you’re late.” Thomas said standing straight. “Y/N!” Thomas shouted, stopping her in her tracks. “What, I’m here now so just leave it!” She marched into the back room and changed before making her way to the back of the store.

Y/N kept pulling her phone out, sighing when it came up blank, no new messages, no phone calls, nothing.

Alexander and she had gotten into a fight and it felt like their relationship was near its end, something that was bringing her to her breaking point at the thought. The shift had flown past her before she even knew.

“No phones on the floor.” Thomas’ warning voice came from over her shoulder, she knew he was ticked off with her. She quickly wiped the tears threatening to spill over and turned to him. “Sorry.” She mumbled.

“Oh, um, no I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes watching her small trembling body. She shrugged before falling into his chest, a sob broke through her. It was 9 and Thomas knew no one else would be coming at this time. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shirt. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked resting his head against her head which shook and buried deeper into him.

He just squeezed her before sitting the two of them down.

Once it was 9:30 Y/N had calmed down a bit, her body was tired and aching but she sat and explained that she feared Alex was cheating on her, they were barely seeing each other and every time she brought up her fears to him he would kiss her or fight with her on it. This last time they were basically screaming at one another, she knew she was late for work, so she pushed herself past him he had attempted to grab her, but she shook his grip and stormed to the shop.

Thomas Hugged her into his arms. “ ‘M sorry I shouted at ya when you came in, I didn’t know.” Y/N shrugged content in his embrace. “You didn’t know. But, thank you for listening.” Thomas gave her a gentle smile, just as the butterflies rose in her chest, she felt her phone ring against her hip.

Thomas quickly let go and she jumped from his arms.

“Hello?”

It was Alex.

Y/N changed and left on her phone, leaving Thomas behind to close the store.

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Thomas was late, his mom wasn’t doing well. But she told him to go to work.

They didn’t talk all shift.

His eyes held a sadness as he watched Y/N work.

Everyone knew about his mom and knew better to leave him alone.

Y/N didn’t know what to say to him.

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“Thomas?” Y/N asked as the two restocked a shelf. “Yeah?”

“Do you think Alex and I are a mistake?”

Thomas tensed and stared straight for a moment.

“Don’t bring me into this.” He muttered putting his last can of soup on the shelf and began to walk away.

“Bring you into what?” Y/N asked bitterly.

“Don’t bring me into your relationship bullshit.” He grumbled.

“I’m not, I’m just asking.” Y/N said, shooting him a glare.

Thomas shook his head and turned back to face her; her heart leapt into her throat at his hardened look. “No, you’re not. ‘just askin’ me;” He raised his hands for the quotations. “You want me to comfort you like last time, then just fuckin’ walk away from me again.”

She had never heard Thomas swear like this before, it gave her a cold chill.

“I didn’t just walk away, you let go of me.”

“Sorry for making sure you were okay.” He scoffed.

Y/N kicked her empty box down the aisle towards him.

“I didn’t ask you to Thomas!” She shouted back, her blood coming to a boil.

“Well I did, and you just left.”

“Why did you even do it!?”

“Because I care about you!”

“Then why are you so upset now!?”

“Because he doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He shouted, he huffed out his next couple of breaths like he had just run a marathon. He rolled his eyes at Y/N’s frozen stature, as he turned to storm off Y/N finally shook off her fear of his anger and march towards him.

“Thomas don’t just walk away.” She demanded, before she could graze his shoulder, he was spun to face her, his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his lips, taking her breath with him.

Her heart skipped a beat from the feeling of his soft lips against hers, something felt like it had exploded in her heart, lungs and brain. Before she could process a thought, before she could truly kiss him back. He pulled away. “Yes, is the answer to your question.” His voice was low and rumbled against her body.

He released her and walked back to the front

She stood there

She stood there till they closed.

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After the kiss Thomas had their shifts changed, she worked with her uncle most of the time.

Graduation season had come and past, Y/N was now a senior and knew she would never be seeing or running into Thomas at school again.

Alexander and her eventually broke things off, it wasn’t more than a few days till he was with someone else. Thomas was attending college in town, still caring for his mother full time.

He was barely working anymore.

One night in autumn it was pouring rain. Y/N had to close alone, the air hung with something, it was almost like Y/N could feel something bad was going to happen. Her uncle had left his shift muttering something about Thomas’ mom.

Since it was so quiet Y/N was just sat at the front counter running the register, her mind drifted to the memories of Thomas always up there, reading, or helping customers, or just simply talking to her.

After a customer had come in and brought their items to the front Y/N regained focus and began ringing in the items. Once they had finished paying Y/N was just about to hand them their receipt when Thomas came crashing through the door.

He collapsed onto his knees, his hair wet falling onto his face. The customer shot her a look of worry before she ran towards him. “Thomas are you okay?” He shook his head as Y/N began to lift him from his spot on the floor. As she led them to the back room, she heard the ring of the door. She sat Thomas on a chair before running out to lock the door behind the customer.

She quickly made her way back; Thomas had not moved an inch since she set him there. She began to look for a towel, as she turned to check a certain shelf, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. “My mom died.” He sobbed out, shattering her heart and confirming her worst fear. “She’s gone, Y/N.” Y/N watched for a second as the tears slid down his already wet face. She dropped down to the ground before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Thomas. God, I’m so, so sorry.” She held him tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t see her like that. I just ran, I came here, you’re the only person I could face.” He cried out as he gripped her harder. “Its okay.” She whispered against his wet hair. “I’m not ready for this. I’ll never be ready for this.”

She held him there till he calmed down as best he could. She took him back to the hospital.

She held his hand at the funeral.

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Y/N had graduated, she was ready to leave her small town, she had gotten into her dream college and was just months away from getting out of there, she hadn’t worked much due to her studies for exams and applying for all types of colleges.

As she began to pass the shop something in her told her to go in, plus she was a bit peckish.

The door rang out as she entered, her eyes instantly snapped to the front counter, but she was left with disappointment as it was empty.

She absentmindedly made her way through the aisle trying to find something she was in the mood for. Once her eyes landed on a pack of mac and cheese, she picked it up. She glanced up to see Thomas walk behind the counter. The sight of him caused her to fumble with the box and it went crashing to the floor.

Thomas’ eyes flashed up to see Y/N blush and go to pick up the box. Once picked up Y/N looked back to the counter to see it empty once more. She shook her head wondering if she had imagined him. “What are you doing here?” She jumped, once more sending the box tumbling to the ground.

Thomas chuckled behind her, she spun back around and smiled. “Very funny” She glared.

“Its been a while, huh?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I graduated, so I haven’t really been working .”

Thomas broke out into a bright smile. “Well congratulations. When do ya work next?”

She shrugged attempting to hid any creeping feeling of red on her face. “Its staggered for the next few months, then I’m off to college.” Thomas’ eyes dimmed. “Oh, well I’m glad you got in, I’m assuming its not in town?” She almost felt guilty as she shook her head no.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to get our schedules fixed so we can work together again.” Y/N couldn’t stop the smile the broke across her face. “I’d like that.”

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They laughed.

They goofed around.

They shared food nearing its expiration dates.

They bumped hands and blushed.

And they just had quiet days.

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 It was her last day. She had her bags packed for the airport and had told her family she’d meet them there.

She had said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone but him.

As she pulled up to the shop and entered, she couldn’t help as a knot grew in her throat.

Once the bell rang out Thomas had jumped up from behind the counter, his eyes landed on her and saw the hurt resting in them, his soon matching hers.

“Well…let the goodbye begin I guess.” He began as he walked towards her, he reached past her and locked the door, placing a sign on it stating he’d be back in an hour.

“Go to the back, I’ll be there in a second.” He practically ordered as he made his way down some aisles. Y/N watched him as she moved to wards the back door, she closed it behind her and sat in an empty seat. Her eyes wandered over the stuffy old room. A towel hung on the edge of a shelf, stiff from not being touched in a while. The copy of Thomas’ Glass Castle book sat opened to dry. But it was never picked up again.

The door soon open and Thomas came in with an arm full of chips and soda, a smile broke through Y/N’s face as she watched him struggle to put the items down. “I’m not lettin’ you leave till you absolutely have to.” She let out a light laugh as she opened a bag of chips. “Okay, but I do have a flight to catch.” Thomas smirked. “They won’t leave without ya.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she popped in a few chips. “Sure.” She said mouth half full.

They sat in a silence for a minute, almost causing Y/N to sink back into her heartbreak of today.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Thomas suddenly said, his eyes gazing  into hers. She fiddled with the tab of her pop before setting it down. “Are you gunna visit?” He asked hopefully, her heart rose as she watched him. “Of course.”

Another wave of silence engulfed the both of them, this time it left the feeling of words unsaid, their eyes never leaving each other. “Y/N.” Thomas began gently. “Can I try something?” He moved forward, she nodded and watched his every movement. His hand slid against her now burning cheek, he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers for a moment before pressing into her.

Y/N could feel that same feeling she had the last time she kissed, but this time it left her wanting more and this time she could kiss him back, his lips molded against her as she gripped at his shoulder.

He moved back and looked away from her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/N wasted no time to grab at the blue collar of his work shirt and pull him back into their kiss. She slowly stood from her chair and moved to straddle him, their lips almost never breaking from one another.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He mumbled against her mouth and his hands rested on her hips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and now you’re leaving.” Y/N could care less about her flight, about her college, about anything. “You have me now.” She sighed out against him.

Thomas groaned lightly, his fingers gripping into her hips harder, his lips smashed into her, his tongue nudging against her which she quickly let into wrestle with hers. His lips then left to trail down her neck, his teeth grazed against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Thomas moaned at her body movement into her skin.

She could feel him growing against her thigh. “Thomas.” She whispered in a breathy voice. “I have to go soon.” As much as she wanted to stay in this world of it just being him and her, she had to face reality. “God no.” He growled.

[hamilburger]

I asked my mom if she wanted to see Alexander’s last letter to Eliza, and she said, “What’s it gonna say? ‘I not only cheated on you with Maria but I slept with John Laurens too’?”

[sillyteecup]

Right in the centre of my mind: 06.1. In my head I did everything right

Thomas Jefferson X Black!O.C

Ch.6.1

Warnings:

Mentions of sex

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of alcohol use

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5 years.

That's how long Iman doesn't speak to Thomas for. Her reasoning? She didn't need that kind of emotional scarring at such a young age. It's easy for her to distance herself because she stops taking the bus. Her mother is suprised by this decision but Iman seems sure about it. It doesn't take much effort to pretend he doesn't exist at school because after all, he's a year older. She changes her number and always makes sure she's never home on weekends.

After his senior year, she thinks she's made it out alive after she hears that he'll be moving to France. But he doesn't. Instead Lafayette does and Thomas goes to Yale. Coming around the neighborhood every second weekend. Even becoming friends with her friends and hanging out at the shack more often.

She can barely breathe anymore. His presence intoxicates her every time, so immediately when he shows up, she goes home. It doesn't stop her heart from falling though. Doesn't matter who she dates or goes to senior prom with. He's right in the centre of her mind.

So she goes to Oxford after high school. Doesn't tell anyone about it either.

She dates twice. Both girls.

The first one is Henrietta Fox-Strangeways. Otherwise known as Harriet. Comes from a Christian home which suprises Iman. Absolute rebel with a cause, activist for LGBTQ+ rights, social studies major, vegan and all around nice girl. They only last 3 months. They don't talk after the breakup.

The second one is Amelia Osborne. Skater girl, dance major, music minor, lives to break the rules, tattoo artist by night (they met when Iman was getting the words "Emotional sexual bender" in Japanese under her boob with Harriet), party animal, but generally also a nice girl. They last 1 year. They remain close friends (with benefits) after the breakup.

Harriet and Iman broke up because of her lack of commitment and sudden closeness with Amelia. While Amelia and Iman break up due conflicts of interest.

That's what both girls believed.

Iman knew they both somewhat ended because she couldn't stop thinking about Thomas.

So she doesn't return home after Freshman year. Instead she spends her summer in an apartment she's sharing with Angelica Schuyler, getting wasted with the British.

Sophomore year rolls around pretty quickly and she re-establishes communication with her friends in New York. She'd have to go back eventually so why not reconnect with them.

She explains herself and they accept her bullshit excuse with open arms. Which is why it's not awkward when she spends the next summer in New York. She thankfully never encounters Thomas at the shack. She does however encounter Lafayette. Who, if Iman was being honest looked far better than he did in high school.

They reconnect, but it's mostly physical. Coincidentally, they've both sworn off relationships for a while. But it doesn't stop them from having casual sex.

For a second, she forgets about Thomas.

For the first time in 5 years, her heart, mind and soul are at peace.

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[the10dollarfoundingfather]

John, getting down on one knee:

Alexander: oh my god its finally happening

John, tying his shoelaces:

Alexander, through tears: he finally stopped wearing fucking crocs

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Laurens's papers

Recently @46ten's posts got me hooked on the question surrounding what happened to Laurens's papers after his death, and who took hold of them. And you should check them out because they mention things I won't here, I've reblogged a few before posting this for reference. Anna (@my-deer-history) also made a valid point here, if you're interested. But here I will be diving into different subjects;

Additionally, JCH mentions that the Oct 1780 letter and the Apr 1779 letter are “the only one which has met our inquiries.” [x] Then are there are mentions of Elizabeth handing out the copies of the Oct 1780 to her biographers that she hired;

I see a common false assumption that Hamilton's family had them, but there only seems to have been two in their hold (Or at least that they published and didn't destroy). We know John C. “partly” published the April 1779 letter in Volume 1 of Life of Alexander Hamilton—I say partly because he cut out a large amount of paragraphs, he included everything from “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships...” to “There is a total stagnation of news here...” but swiftly cuts out all the other paragraphs until “Fleury shall be taken care of. All the family send their love.”, but published the postscript. And does the same in The Works of Alexander Hamilton. He also had the physical original letter since there is a note and some censors on the letter presumably in one of the Hamilton boys handwriting.

But other than that, the only other Hamilton+Laurens letter that appears in John's work is the 11 October 1780 letter about Arnold and Andre. And many copies of the letter were made; “This letter was sent as an enclosure by H to Elizabeth Schuyler on October 11, 1780. The original letter sent to Laurens was probably intercepted, for there is a copy with three minor notations by Sir Henry Clinton in the William L. Clements Library of the University of Michigan. This letter, with relatively unimportant deletions, was printed in the New York Evening Post, July 23, 1802.” [x]

But [Elizabeth Hamilton] determined not to be outdone in this respect, and has submitted to me various manuscripts in the handwriting of her husband. The first is a letter addressed by him to Col. Laurens, then in France, giving a very particular account of the treason of Arnold, the capture, trial and execution of André, and of various personal interviews with him prior to his execution.

Source — Letters of George W. Strong, by George Washington Strong · 1922

With a little bit of digging, I found an interesting story about William Gilmore Simms. He was an American writer and politician from the South who was a “staunch defender” of slavery (Ironic considering who he wrote about). And also a poet, novelist, and historian. He also wrote The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens. As ardent a southerner as he was, Simms's engagement with history was never cynical or narrowly utilitarian. He thought of his historical scholarship as a genuine effort to understand the past and to propagate that understanding to others. His passion for history was obviously linked to his identity as a South Carolinian. He certainly believed that to be of value, history should be written to inform and instruct the present, but all who seriously study the past believe so.

Apparently it is unknown just when and how Simms acquired the Laurens papers, but on the 11th February, 1845, Simms expressed an interest in producing; “a series of papers made up of brief biographies of distinguished men of the Revolution in the South, interspersed with their original Letters” [x] Simms planned to write about both Henry Laurens and John Laurens, but also other influential figures like, John Rutledge, Horatio Gates, William Heath, Arthur Lee, and Patrick Henry. To which he then proposed a series.

Moving on, Simms began his research for a volume on John Laurens soon after the exchange of these letters, and that research continued into 1846. On the 21st of December, he wrote to editor and critic, Rufus W. Griswold, asking about an article touching upon John Laurens which had appeared in the 2nd of December, 1784, issue of the Independent Chronicle of Boston. But after this, there was no more mentions of the papers or series, and it appears Simms began to work on other projects. Nonetheless, Simms never abandoned the idea of writing about Laurens or the other figures with his manuscript collection.

Which actually leads to an interesting story of where Laurens's papers could have been completely lost to history due to a fire;

The Civil War and its aftermath would do much to determine the fate of Simms's collection of John Laurens papers. In his 31 May 1862 letter to William J. Rivers, Simms expressed his anxiety that the war would threaten his plantation with its large library and manuscript collection. “I wish to save my library,” he told Rivers, “but my first regard is for these valuable old documents,” a collection of “very rich” material. Simms had good reason to be anxious. In October of the previous year Union forces began their conquest of the South Carolina coast, and Simms feared that if Charleston should fall, his property, a mere 70 miles inland, would soon afterward be exposed. He therefore implored Rivers, a professor of Greek literature at South Carolina College in Columbia, to receive his Revolutionary War manuscripts and be “the custodian of these treasures.” Simms told Rivers that, “I had proposed Lives of Henry and John Laurens,” with “selections from their correspondence & a running commentary.” Noting further that he had “made notes of them, & examined them carefully” but had nonetheless, “made few draughts upon their contents,” Simms suggested Rivers could assist him in preparing them for publication.

Source — Reading William Gilmore Simms; Essays of Introduction to the Author's Canon, 2017

Simms had reason to be nervous about losing his library and manuscripts at this time because on the 29th of March, 1862, only two months before writing to Rivers, his house had caught fire. Although fortunately, it was put out successfully and there weren't endangering damages. Simms had only recently added a separate wing to the house to serve as his library. Probably completed no more than a month before the fire, which may have very well saved the manuscripts found in The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens from destruction. Simms did confirm when writing to close friend William P. Miles afterwards that; “I have saved all my MS.S and nearly all my library. The wing was saved.” [x]

Later in 1864, at Woodlands, Simms was preparing to evacuate, packing up his manuscript collection and other selected items for shipment to Columbia, as threats of the Union Army coming had reached. While he had hoped to save his entire library, the manuscripts were his highest priority. Because the Union army appeared in Barnwell District, Simms was unable to return to Woodlands. In Columbia, he and his family were not present at Woodlands when it was burned down from Sherman's army. The library was entirely destroyed but at least the manuscripts had been saved.

After the war, Simms resumed his efforts to publish the Laurens papers. He spent the summer of 1866 in New York City trying to establish new and reestablish old connections with publishers and friends, disrupted as they had been by the Civil War. This included seeking a publisher for the Laurens papers as well as other pieces he had written or planned to write. With the help of Duyckinck, an agreement was reached with The Bradford Club (Founded in 1859 by John B. Moreau in New York City, The Bradford Club, named after William Bradford the first printer in the colony of New York, met periodically and published volumes on topics related to American history) to publish a portion of Laurens's papers.

These volumes were printed in a limited quantity and distributed to the club's members and subscribers. It published seven volumes from 1859-1867, before the club dissolved. Although there was a non-numbered volume by Duyckinck titled Memorial for John Allen and was published by the club in 1864. It was probably his previous connection that accounts for Duyckinck's apparent ease in arranging for The Bradford Club to publish Simms's The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens which was the seventh and last volume published. Furthermore it was, in Simms's words, a “plan proposed by” Duyckinck which determined the form the volume would take.

In New York with the Laurens papers at hand, Simms began work immediately after the agreement had been reached. He asked Duyckinck for materials which would assist him in preparing a memoir of Laurens, that he planned to publish before the selection of letters to were included in the volume. Specifically, he requested a copy of the volume of D. Appleton and Company's The New American Cyclopedia, which Duyckinck had co-edited and also contained biographical sketches of Henry and John Laurens, both authored previously by Simms. Other references to other sources can be found in the “Memoir” included in The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens.

On 28 September 1866 Simms wrote to Duyckinck; “I have prepared in a rough penciled draft, the memoir of Laurens,” and would begin revising and copying the next day. [x]

The contents he outlined in this letter would be the final contents of the volume. In addition to the Memoir is an 1824 letter from John Church Hamilton, an historian and the fourth son of Alexander Hamilton, which described Laurens's military and diplomatic career. Simms then also placed a poem, Lines on the Death of Colonel Laurens by Philip Freneau, whom Simms described as; “the poet par excellence of the American Revolution.”

Although the Memoir does not offer the same as a comprehensive biography of Laurens would, it does provide sufficient context for the letters which follow it. Those letters, what Simms called “Laurens' camp letters,” span the period from 13 August 1777 to 18 October 1778, and are all addressed to his father. While Simms did possess other of Laurens's letters - some of which he does quote in the Memoir - he never directly addressed his decision to set these particular letters apart in the finished volume. It is speculated that perhaps he thought that because these letters were addressed to Laurens's father during the period he served as president of the Continental Congress, and they were written by the son from roughly the time he began his service with Washington to before he transferred to South Carolina; Simms believed they comprised a set with a loose but coherent narrative. This was, after all, the period during which Laurens first experienced the war and began to demonstrate those qualities which would merit his posthumous fame.

Following the Civil War, Simms had realized that his personal finances were in a dire condition—With a house to rebuild, and a family to care for he was eager to establish sources of income wherever they could be found. While still in New York during the summer of 1866, Simms sold some of his Washington papers for $250 to an unknown buyer. Then in May of 1867 - after having finished editing The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens, but not yet seeing the printed volume - he became desperate, and was beginning to consider selling the Laurens papers. With assistance coming again from Duyckinck, as well as John Jacob Bockee, the papers were sold - probably sometime before July of 1867 - for $1,500 to the Long Island Historical Society. Which in 1985, changed its name to the Brooklyn Historical Society. Those papers were transcribed and microfilmed and sold some time in the 1960s, and today Simms's collection of Laurens papers is located at The South Caroliniana Library of the University of South Carolina in Columbia.

Something I came across when digging through the manuscripts of Hamilton's and Laurens's letters was that on the back of Hamilton's letter to Laurens, 30 June 1780, there is a note on the back that reads; "Letters from diverse persons to J.L. antecedent & subsequent to his appointment as Special Minister, &c."

Source Library of Congress, Digital Collections. Image 35 of Alexander Hamilton Papers: General Correspondence, 1734-1804; 1780

Meaning someone was filtering through Laurens's letters, but I'm not sure who. As all previously presented, Laurens's papers were placed in many hands. It looks nothing like Simms's, as seen below with the first inage—nor, Evert A. Duyckinck's the second image.

But George L. Duyckinck's is seemingly of closer resemblance;

I also don't think Simms had any of the Hamilton+Laurens letters, as the Memoir only really contains letters from Laurens to his father. But that's not to say Simms never had these letters, rather he just focused on them. It could have been part of his collection but he didn't publish them, although I'm more inclined to believe these were part of the Coffin's sale. Moving on, according to Founders and other websites, Laurens's papers are scattered between several societies and libraries throughout the country, most in South Carolina, some in Massachusetts, etc.

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Babies

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[At the formal feast]

Alexander: I don't flirt that much

Peggy: Oh no? [stands up] Please raise your hand if you think you are dating Alexander Hamilton.

Eliza: [raise hands]

John: [raise hands]

Angelica: [raise hands]

Jefferson: [raise hands]

Lafayette: [raise hands]

Peggy: Exactly. That's what I fucking thought.

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Stress Relief (Burr X Angelica)

*Burr grinding his teeth together. Due to stress of the AP exams. Also being annoys by Alexander and his group. Just wanting to be alone for the time. Especially after the kiss from last night*

Aaron: *touches his lips* Damn it!! Damn it!! Damn it!!

Angelica: *concern* Aaron? Are you alright?

Aaron: *blushing* Ooooh...hey Angie. What's up? How's you do on the AP exams?

Angelica: ...Alright...but are you ok?

Burr: Yeah, I'm fine. Just dandy

Angelica: You're lying. You grind your teeth when you're stress.

Burr: Yeah, and you kissing me last night didn't helped me either *slap his mouth close*

Angelica: *turning red* Right ..the kiss...

Burr: I'm sorry, I shouldn't brought it up

Angelica: *look around and sit on Aaron lap* I don't mind. I really enjoy the kiss

Burr: *blushing* An...Angie...we can't. We're still in the school library

Angelica: No one is here. The librarian is on her lunch break

Burr: *gulp a little* I...I...I guess...

*Angelica and Aaron slowly began kissing each others. Taking the advantage of being alone together for the time being. Aaron slowly feeling the stress leaving his entire body. Just wanting to hold Angelica closer and closer. Continue to kiss her nonstop*