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pub-lius · 1 year ago

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RAAHHH AMERICA (lafayette pt.3)

welcome back to this i guess. i can guarantee you the whole revolution will take several posts because this is by far the longest part of my notes (obviously) soooo there will still be quite a few more of these posts for @thereallvrb0y because i still have Hamilton to do after this! that will be fun im excited. so anyway, if you missed pt. 2, here you go, and lets get right into it

Arrival in America and Becoming a Major General

Lafayette and his posse landed on the shore of North Island off the coast of South Carolina, and they were... lost! They couldn't find anyone, so they rowed further inland to try to find any sign of civilization, and they found enslaved black men fishing for oysters, and they brought them back to the plantation house.

From there, they traveled to Philadelphia. There's a common theme throughout the Frenchmen's accounts: everyone fucking loved Lafayette. Like literally everyone was so happy to see him, but literally hated the other French guys with him, so everyone else was really uncomfortable but Lafayette saw nothing wrong with what was going on.

The reason why the Americans were so hostile to the other Frenchmen was because of Silas Deane. I mentioned in pt. 2 that Deane did not do any research into whether or not Lafayette had qualifications, and he did that with every other French officer he sent over. and he sent. a lot. There was one particular incident where he sent some French engineers that ended up being completely incompetent, and when the public (and Washington's staff) heard about that, they were like "okay, we're done with the French"

But Lafayette was different because, again, he was so fucking rich. Everyone saw him as a symbol of French alliance, and a sign of hope that maybe, with foreign assistance, they could win the war. Of course, they didn't know Lafayette was there illegally, but yk. it was something.

By the way, literally everything went wrong on every journey this group went on. From North Island to Charleston saw several of the party getting sick, losing horses, risk of being mugged, and having to walk BAREFOOT through the woods at one point.

Then, on the 650 mile trip from Charleston to Philadelphia, it got. worse. They started out with 12 officers and servants in open carriages. The carriages broke after four days, they had to leave behind their luggage, and continue on horseback. Over the next 10 days, their horses collapsed, they got sick again, and everything continued to go horribly wrong.

“I started out brilliantly by carriage… we are all on horseback, after having broken the carriage, in my usual laudable fashion, and I hope to write to you in a few days that we have arrived on foot.” -Lafayette to Adrienne

The trip began on June 26, 1777, and they arrived in Philadelphia on July 27. The principal driving force for them to not give up and turn back was how enthusiastic, optimistic, and determined Lafayette was. The entire time they were literally passing out from exhaustion and exposure, Lafayette was having a grand ole time. He wasn't immune to all the horrible shit they were experiencing, he just acted like he was. He was just. so happy to be there.

So, they arrived in Philadelphia, the current seat of the Continental Congress. And they thought "oh, okay, we'll just go to the president, show him our papers, and we'll be given a command! right?"

Wrong.

They arrived at John Hancock's house, but he was like "what the fuck are these homeless french dudes doing at my house dressed in rags, get them out and take them to Robert Morris" (bc they had to get rid of their luggage and it was the summer they were kinda wearing the least amount as possible and were covered in filth)

Also btw the reason Hancock referred them to Morris was bc Morris was a member of the Committee of Congress for Secret Correspondence, and so he handled Deane's illegal bullshit, one of which was Lafayette being there

So, the French Gang (tm) went to Independence Hall to meet Morris, but didn't even get inside (James Lovell was also there because he spoke French). Lovell explained what happened with the engineers, basically telling them "yeah sooo we don't really trust French people anymore whoops"

The French Gang was like "what ze fuck" and they were like "okay goodnight!" so they went back to their accommodations, but the next day Lovell and WILLIAM FUCKING DUER showed up and were like "uhhhh hey guys so we actually made a mistake, but if you're willing to negotiate, Mr. Marquis de Lafayette, you could be a major general!" And Lafayette didn't question the sudden change, and went into negotiations.

By the way, the reason they changed their minds overnight was PROBABLY because Benjamin Franklin's letter of recommendation had arrived telling them "that Lafayette guy is RICH. AS. FUCK. do whatever he wants that you realistically can because he is literally so rich, you want this guy to like you." They literally just wanted an in with Versailles.

Alsooo this really only benefitted Lafayette, like Congress didn't make any offers to Lafayette's comrades, so most of them went back to France. so. that kinda sucks.

George Washington and His Staff

General George Washington was um. in a rough spot. Stationed in Chester, Pennsylvania, near Philadelphia, he had a lot on his hand, namely worrying about whether or not the British were going to try to attack the seat of Congress. This is the pre-Laurens era for the aides de camp, so we got Alexander Hamilton, Tench Tilghman, Richard Kidder Meade, Robert Hanson Harrison, John Fitzgerald, Joseph Reed, Caleb Gibbs, and another guy that was so sick I can't even remember his name, for Washington's staff.

One big issue being faced by Washington's staff was the issue of French officers.

"We are already greatly embarrassed with the Frenchmen among us... It were to be wished that our agents in France, instead of courting them to come out, were instructed to give no encouragement but where they could not help it... Be assured, Sir, we shall never be able to satisfy them [The French]; and they can be of no use to us, at least for sometime. Their ignorance of our language, of the disposition of the people, the resources and difficiencies (sic) of the country, their own habits and tempers—all these are disqualifications that put it out of their power to be of any real use or service to us." -Alexander Hamilton to William Duer, May 6, 1777

These sentiments were shared by General Washington. I mean, Washington's staff had dealt with the French engineers problem, and so they definitely were under the impression that all the French guys being sent over from Deane's office were just underqualified noblemen who thought they were better than everyone else. They definitely thought this about Lafayette at first.

On the complete other extreme, Lafayette was amazed by Washington the first time they met at City Tavern in Philadelphia on July 31. He thought he was absolutely incredible and an amazing leader. Pretty soon, Lafayette integrated himself in Washington's office, which was actually on par with orders from Franklin who basically told Washington "this guy CANNOT die because he will be FINANCIALLY FUCKED if he does", so they put him in the safest possible place in the army.

And that lasted about a month, until the Battle of Brandywine in September 1777.

Active Military Service

Prior to Brandywine, British General Howe had somehow disappeared, until he arrived at the Head of Elk, Maryland in late July with 17,000 British and Hessian troops under his belt, making their way northeast towards Philadelphia.

Blocking the British troops from reaching Philadelphia, 10,500 Americans were positioned along Brandywine Creek, knowing the British would likely cross at Chadds Ford. For his protection, Lafayette was positioned at the rear with General Sullivan's division, which, they thought, would see the least amount of action.

The battle began by late morning, and it was very foggy out, which was always a recipe for disaster. Contrary to their expectations, they ended up facing only half the British troops at Chadds Ford, while Howe lead a second column further north, attacking the Americans at the rear, where Sullivan was stationed.

Everything quickly devolved into chaos as the Americans were taken by surprise, and couldn't really see clearly because of the fog. Lafayette was trying to rally the confused troops before he was shot in the left calf with a musketball. He attempted to continue fighting, but an unidentified aide forced him off the field.

This was literally the best possible thing for Lafayette's PR. Everyone was so pleasantly surprised by the fact that a French nobleman had taken a bullet for the American cause, and it would be key to Lafayette getting his own command (finally).

Lafayette was put in a small Philadelphia town called Bethlehem to recover from his wounds. He spent a lot of his time learning about the local religious sect, the Moravians. This is the first instance I can find of Lafayette's interest in anthropology. (btw they almost convinced him to join this religion and im like. not convinced that this isn't a cult. keep that in mind, lafayette almost joined a possible cult).

He also spent his time writing letters to French relatives and officials, advocating for the American cause. While he wasn't successful necessarily in the specific endeavors he was attempting, but this established himself as an intermediary between France and America! which is super cool!

Lafayette would rejoin Washington's troops on October 9, and would soon be named the commander of his own division on December 1, right before the Continental Army would go into winter encampment at Valley Forge *epic clifffhanger sound effect*

#history #amrev #marquis de lafayette #george washington #alexander hamilton #john laurens #lafayette #american history #washingtons aides #amrev history #frev #french history #french revolution #american revolution #battle of brandywine #do it for richie 💪

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oliwonders · 11 months ago

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Hamilton lyric changes (or just changes in general) (feat me n my brother's s/is :p)

adding Oliver and Max to the "We fought with him" part (Alexander Hamilton)

Lafayette urging Oliver to join their little idk freestyling?? session only for her to shake her head and just watch + she says "Who are YOU???" at the same time as John (Burr, Sir)

again, Oliver doesn't sing for this part, but John recognizes her in his part by looking over at her during the "You and I; do or die," verse (My Shot)

in the majority of the songs they're together in, John ALWAYS has an armed tossed around Oliver's shoulders. so as they're all out of breath in the beginning of this song, he's got her leaning against him as he makes the toast to freedom, and acknowledges her more than once (Story of Tonight)

Alexander acknowledging Oliver when Washington makes him his right hand man "Ollie, Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis De Lafayette; okay what else?" (Right Hand Man)

you know that part where Angelica and Alexander look at each other for a bit at the ball? imagine that but also with Oliver and Eliza (Winter's Ball)

despite how she feels, Oliver stays sober (along with Alexander and Aaron) so she can watch over the boys as they always do,, mostly John, but the other two are drunk, too, so. (Story of Tonight Reprise)

Oliver staying behind with John to write stuff with him and Hamilton, but leaves just in time for Charles Lee's epic appearance (Stay Alive)

near the end of this song, John turns and sees Oliver with a look he knows all too well on her face and goes after her after she walks off stage, as everyone else chants "Meet him inside" (Ten Duel Commandments + Meet Me Inside)

during the war and some moments prior to it, Oliver, as lieutenant, and Alexander, as second in command, work really well together, and get along well,, but for this song? this song is their spiral downhill, as John was Oliver's childhood best friend- and her first friend upon coming to America, and was,, like, Alexander's lover. big part of their lives. so the foreshadowing in "We fought with him," is like Oliver saying she fought alongside Alexander during the war, but, after this song, she still helps him out with his political shit, but they're always at one anothers throats. the only times they can get along is whenever they're hating Jefferson. other than that? not even Eliza can get them in a room together properly outside of work anymore. (Laurens' Interlude)

hmmmmm methinks this of a kinda duet with Burr and Oliver,, "Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon, that attitude may be your doom." "Why do you always say what you believe? Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies." (Non-Stop)

During the "I've been in Paris meetin' lots of different ladies" part, Max rolls his eyes as Jefferson says it, and when Jefferson winks at him afterwards, he shakes his head in exasperation and waves him off, prompting the other to laugh. and during "Sally, be a lamb, darling, won't you open it?" part, it's now Max instead of Sally, and he rolls his eyes but opens the letter and deadpans as Jefferson dances around him (What'd I Miss?)

(bonus: "Now who's waiting for us when we step in the place? Our friend, James Madison, red in the face!" as another change of lyrics for "What'd I Miss?" which acknowledges Max, too)

(my brother came up with this one) when Alexander says "Don't lecture us about the war, you didn't fight in it!" Max almost jumps in because he literally helped supply them the shit they needed while he was in France but Madison grabs his arm before he can push Jefferson to the side (Cabinet Battle #1)

When they're showing Phillip the pamphlet, Oliver gently gets Phillip away from all that, and while she's walking Phillip out she GLARES at Hamilton. because she gave up her hopes for having something with Elizabeth so that she could be happy with Alexander, only for him to have an affair. multiple times. in his own house. (The Reynolds Pamphlet)

(my brother came up with this one too :D) Oliver outlives everyone with Eliza, and helps to tell their stories,, im adding on that Max also outlives with them. Oliver mainly helps with speaking out against slavery, Max mainly helps with the orphanage, and all three of them interview the soldiers that fought at Alexander's side. Max dies first but it doesn't take Oliver long to follow, but as Max was to die at Oliver's side, Oliver dies at Eliza's side <3 (Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story)

#WOOOOO IM DONE #oli wonders; hamilton

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ihaveafandom-problem554 · 3 years ago

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Hamiltots 2

"Honey! you've met Alexander, right?" Washington shouts from the reading center. "Yes, he's adorable.. and troublesome. He made a lot of friends on his first day.." Martha says while cleaning the tables over at the crafting table. "He helps Lafayette a lot- What!" George glared at his wife from across the room. "I said one thing about him."

"And that will be it."

"Oh please... Why'd you mention him?"

"He....He almost started a fight with Jefferson. He also called Lafayette 'Laffy' "

" Reason one, of why I called him troublesome... We really have to keep an eye on him. I don't want any fights between the thre- two" Martha says quickly trying to cover her mistake by coughing. "Three?"

"I said two George, did you sleep well?" Martha questions while walking over to her husband, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I should be asking you that question. But yes your right, I don't want him to get hurt.."

A couple hours later...

Hercules and Madison were the first to enter, greeting the two adults. Madison went over to his little spot in the reading center as Hercules goes over to the play center where all the toys were.

A couple minutes passed before Mrs. Martha heard a small knock on the door.

"Oh Alex!" Says the startled woman. "Where's Mom?.."

"Work." Alex blankly stares at Mrs. Martha. "Ok... Um come in.." Alex rushes in hoping to see Jefferson, but had a rush of disappointment when he only saw a book hiding someone's face. Another rush of disappointment when the hair wasn't large and poofy.

"ALEX!" Alexander turns his head around to see Hercules inviting him to the play with him.

JAMES MADISON'S POV yaay!!!

I slowly look up from my book to see the new kid run off to Mulligan. I sigh in relief, I don't want to meet anyone I don't recognize without Angelica first. She's better at meeting people than me.. I just get really shaky, and I forget how to speak.

"You ok honey?" I jump in fear. " Oh dear, sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." I look to see Mrs. Martha putting her hand on my head to calm me. "Yeah, I'm ok... Thank you for asking."

She smiles in awe. "Of course honey." She goes back to replace a some of the books.

I'm really surprised she doesn't have any kids... She's so nice and gentle. Always looking after everyone, maybe that's why she owns the daycare.

I grabbed my blankie and put it over my head, letting the warmth hug around me. No matter how hot or cold it was, I will have my blankie with me. I don't know what I'll do without it.

40 minutes later

"Tu vas devoir lui dire les règles. S'il ne les suit pas, je le ferai-" I listen to the sound of a boy speaking french. "Ouais ouais peu importe. Je vais lui expliquer." Someone sassed back.

I'm taking the guess it was Lafayette, judging by Hercules and the new kid's reaction when he got closer to them.

Sugar.. If he's here, then...

I feel a shadow above me. I'm praying its Angelica, I'd do anything if it's her.

I take a peek. Poofy hair.. ok 50% chance..

It's not done.. 20% chance..

I look down.. It's not her favorite shoe's she said she'd wear today... -20% chance..

Fancy magenta shirt... -80%...

Hands are crossed and their foot is tapping... -99%- oh what's the point. Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, a pink loving, poofy hair southerner, troublemaker... please, you simply must meet Thomas, THOMAS-

He knocks on my book "Thomas Jefferson's home~ Now open up!" He takes the book out of my hands and places it on the floor, then looks back at me with a smug look, waiting for his 'good morning'.

"Good morning Jefferson...." I whisper, not wanting to be loud. "Louder" He demands. "Good morning Jefferson..." I say a little louder. " Come on louder than that.."

"Good morning Jefferson."

"If there was a scale on how loud people spoke, you would be at -10,000" he says removing my blankie out of my face as it falls. I look down, not knowing what to do, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?" He questions. "O-oh uhh, I-I... I don't know... I-I didn't know what to do.."

"Yeah, your pretty sad.." he says sitting next to me.

This is like a routine for us. If Angelica doesn't come first, I have to say Good morning to Jefferson, 'loudly' then read him a book 'loudly' until Angelica comes. When she does, we walk around the classroom and greet everyone, but if Angelica comes first, I have to recite the alphabet 2 times, loud enough for her to hear, then read on of the level two books out loud to her until Jefferson comes. When he comes we go around the classroom to help the adults, but I have to ask. Luckily he gets carried away and he does most of the talking.

They claim it's to help me out of my shyness, I don't think I'm shy... I just... don't like to talk to people a lot..or be around people a lot... or look them in the eyes... sometimes they look really scary...Sometimes I feel like crying.... I just want to hide under a blanket and read with my blankie. I like that. Ooo! with Ice cream too! Sometimes with Apple pie with a bit of whip cream on it!-

"I don't know why your smiling, but I wanna know!" Jefferson jumps. "Oh I-I was just thinking about reading under a blanket- et w-w-ith Ic-Ice cream"

He looks at me, with this huge smile. His eyes are also lighting up. "Oh I love to do that with Laffy! When it's the summer we hide in under the loft bed I told you about, and-and we take all the ice cream or-or Macaroni and cheese Right? and-and we play all types of games in there. It's so fun" He says throwing his hands in the air then falling back in the bean bag giggling loudly. I giggle too. I love to see him in a giggly fit or excited for the littlest things, it's so cute.

"Ooo what do you do?" He says sitting himself up. "Oh! well um- I- When I'm alone I g-go to the Kitchen-en t-to find-" I try my best to look him in the eye, but when I do, he.. looks so interested... I never really looked him in the eyes while I'm talking to him. Has he always looked like that? "I try to f-find the best t-type of Ic-Ice cream, then I rush over to the bedroom and hide under my blanket and start reading the book I-I was reading for a while now..."

"The book where the girl saves the pig and the pig becomes really famous for some reason." He says cocking his head to the side. " Oh I also started reading it yesterday."

I don't know what I'm feeling but I think I'm doing the thing Hercules does when he's happy.. "Wait really!" I spoke a little louder than usual. "D-Do you like it!? Cause I do! I really hope you like it!-"

Third POV

Mrs. Martha is star struck at how "Loud" James was speaking, she didn't even notice Maria tugging on the ends of her dress. "Oh! Maria deary, what's- James apologize to her now!" Her voice switching quickly from a kitten to a lion in a split second scared both Maria and James.

"H-huh?"

"Not you Madison, I'm talking to Reynolds"

"O-oh ok" ending with a harsh cough, he turns back to Jefferson to who was bouncing in the bean bag for some reason.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's just a baby." he says playing with scissors. Mrs. Martha leans down to Maria. "What did he do now, sweetheart.."

Maria was on the verge of tears " Whe-When I was picking up m-my paper he dropped, I turned around and saw him go-going to cut my Hair!"

"No. I. Wasn't." He protested from across the room.

"Yes-Yes he did. Yesterday he-he said m-my h-air w-was t-too-"

"Calm down honey.." Mrs. Martha picks up Maria who was now crying out of fear. "Reynolds go over to the corner." He makes this inhumanly noise before getting up to the corner. " And put those scissors down now!"

Maria tugs on Mrs. Martha's necklace trying to grab her attention. "yes sweetheart?"

Maria leans in her and whispers.. " d-don't t-tell him I-I said t-th-this b-b-ut" Maria looks up to see if James was looking. "h-he sai-d h-he would cut m-y li-lips i-if I-I t-attled o-on him a-again" Maria trying her best not to cry out loud covers her mouth immediately.

Mrs. Martha almost freaked out but quickly gained posture to calm down Maria. She gave her husband the 'we need to talk' look. Washington noded strenly, then turned around sharply to rethink his actions this morning wondering if he did something wrong.

A little later more kids came in

" Mr. Washington... you need help with anything?" George looked down at his desk to see Jefferson trying to peek at his work. "You didn't need help yesterday, so what about today?" Washington smiles and pats Jefferson on the head. " We have new books, I think I might need help putting the 'Level 1' stickers on them."

Jefferson immediately lights up. " Yeah! I can do that! Where are they?"

"The back room.." Jefferson ran over to the back room in insinat. "Don't start any fights!" he hears Washington shout at him. What does he mean by that?.. I mean if jammy is in there I won't start a fight with him... Or Laffy.. Angie.. she's a different story..

As opens the door slowly opens the door, thoughts still going to his head....That is... until he looks up.....

Alexander and Laurens stare at the poofy haired kid for a bit until Alex breaks the silence. "Ew, Get out."

"No! you get out! your not supposed to be here!!" Jefferson points at them, Laurens hides behind Alex as he does the talking. "Nuh-uh your not supposed to be here, annoying babies aren't allowed-"

"Alex! we don't say that to friends." Mr. Washington walked in with a large handful of books and labled stickers. How did he open the door- no idea.

"He's not my friend.."

"Alexander!" Jefferson goes up to hug Mr. Washington's leg. "He-He called me a stupid, poofy idiot."

"DID NOT-"

"YEAH HE DIDN'T SAY THAT-" Laurens finally pitches in. Jefferson glares at both of them. "Yes he did Mr. Washington-n-n...." He whines with a very dramatic pouty expression with large puppy eyes. " I don't know if he actually said that, but you still need to apologize for calling him a-"

"But I don't want to..." Alex whines. "It not the matter if you want to or not, it's a must Alexander-"

"But why???" He complains once more.

"Alexander.." He says more sternly. Alex whimpers before turning Jefferson who had a fat smug smile on his face. "I'm sorry ...I guess"

"That's better, now I'm gonna leave you guys here for a bit, I will come back I just need to finish some paperwork." Washington says putting the books and stickers on the table. "All you have to do is to put the sticker on bottom right corner, right next to the opening." He shows them an example and tells them to do the same. "Good! Now Don't start any fights or you will stop helping me." He warns.

The three boys nod and smile until he leaves. "Why are you two here!" Jefferson spoke first. "I asked Mr. Washington if me, Laurens, Hercules, and Laffy can help him." ( A/N: I swear he's playing with fire...) "So Herc and-"

"Call him Laffy one more time, I will give you a paper cut" Jefferson threatens holding up a book.

Alexander mouth got closed by Laurens who shook his head and whispered. "He's done it before, it was big too. He once did it to Mr. Washington when he told him no." Alexander gave Laurens an annoyed look before staring back at Jefferson who sat down and grabbed a couple books and stickers.

...

"Where's Laffy?"

"What?" Laurens picks his head up from the book he was trying to read. "You said Laffy asked to help too, Where is he?" Jefferson says, sounding more like a demand than a question. Alexander rolls his eyes. " yeah he's with Herc and Mrs. Mar-"

"IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCHUYLAR!-"

"Don't have one." Jefferson smirked. Angelica playfully tackled Jefferson on to the floor. " OW! GELICA!" Angelica flipped her puffy hair and looked down at Jefferson with sass. " First, You didn't greet me today. Now your helping without me!"

"I thought you were with Jemmy!"

"We finish greeting people in about two to three minutes and you know that Mr." Jefferson sticks his tongue out at Angelica before laughing it off.

"Oh that's Angelica, Peggy's older sister. We like to call her Angie but Jefferson's different so he calls her Gelica." Laurens whispers. Alex nods, he remembers her from the reading center incident. She's pretty... and scary

Angelica looks up. "Oh! I didn't know you two where here. You boys had a nice morning?" she smiles.

"Yep! Are you helping us?" Laurens jumps. "Yeah! I was trying to convince Jammy to come but he said he wanted to stay in the Reading center with his blankie..." Angelica sits down in between Alexander and Jefferson.

Alexander thought it would be nice to start a conversation with her but Laurens wanted to talk to him.

"Lexi, HamHam, Hammy, Ham, Alex, exy-"

"Laurens, what are you doing?" Laurens smiles when he finally got his attention. He also has one of the stickers on his forehead-

"I just wanted to name all the nicknames I have for you." Alex smiles wide. "You forgot dunce." Ok Alex's smiles fades into a scowl.

"Jeffy! That's mean!" Angelica protested. "That's the point.." He boops Angelica's nose, making it difficult to keep her scowl.

"Well I think, one of his nicknames should be cutie~" She says booping Alex's nose. Causing the short boy to have a small hint of blush creep across his face.

"Ew, Gelica I thought you had a good nickname for him. Not a lie."

"Jeffy, what is wrong with you." Angelica's hair whipped Alex's face as she scolds Jefferson who only smiled brightly.

"He did nothing wrong, you mother-" "Call that again you bit-" "Oh you wanna fuc-"

"Jefferson hunny! Come here now!" They hear Mrs. Martha call. Jefferson got out of his seat to see what was wrong. The other three got nosey and followed.

As they walked out of the back room Jefferson fell backward due to someone running into him. "OW WH- Oh Jam-"

When Jefferson picked up James' head, he saw tears coming down his cheeks. Jefferson starts to worry. "Hey Jemmy." Jefferson hugs him hoping it'll slow his hard crying. "He started crying when I came back inside. I tried asking him what happened but he just started to cry harder." Mrs. Martha kneels down trying to help both the boys up.

"Jemmy..." Jefferson cups Madison's face and squishes it a little as he does a pouty face. He does this with Lafayette when he's sad. A small smile appears on his face but it doesn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wha happen?" He finally asks. Madison leans in for a hug as he cries harder.

"I-I can't find my Blankie!"

#alexander hamilton #hamiltots #hamilton #james madison #thomas jefferson #angelica schuyler #john laurens #george washington #martha washington #maria reynolds #james reynolds

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toujoursmiraculous · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on the New York Special!

I never thought I’d see such an episode but here we are. I think I screamed a dozen times or more, I’m not even sure. But I have a sore, scratchy throat to show for it and I’m okay with that. Most of it was at how many times Adrien kept being not-just-a-friend and both secondhand embarrassment and pity for Marinette’s attempt to see him only as a friend kicked in. But I’ll start from the beginning. No, the voice actors aren’t different, the audio’s been manipulated and is pitched down! **Except Nino. Nino’s voice actor resigned and has been replaced**

Ladynoir friendship + a glimpse of their Astro forms? Heck yes!

Ms. Bustier having a baby was something I had a feeling about but can’t actually believe it’s happening and I’m just so happy for her. Best teacher award should go to her and her student’s reactions just prove that.

“Adrien, you’re our Sock Washington!”

this is his version of Marinette’s

“You’re our everyday Ladybug.”

Sad Adrien and trying-too-hard-to-be-just-friends-Marinette interact and she’ll do what she has to do to get him to go along.

Honestly, I think Marinette trying not to reveal her feelings is better than this, this is just painful to watch her try so hard. Dx

Sad Adrien not being able to fence properly so Kagami who he possibly? likely? is dating, considering she kissed him, asks what’s wrong.

You know, instead of what a good girlfriend/love interest/friend would do and try to sympathize and attempt to make him feel better, she pushes aside his feelings and makes it about her... Oh Kagami, this won’t bode well. Poor Adrien deserves better than being told he and his feelings aren’t as important. He gets plenty of that at home.

Absolutely love the attention Gorilla gets in this, it’s so cute.

LUKA IS THE BEST FRIEND EVER UGH. How many girls have a guy in their life that has feelings for them, yes, but still would do anything that would make her happy, even be with someone else? Who would go to lengths to make sure things work out how she wants them?

Okay, the whole plane scene before everyone fell asleep was intense. I can feel Marinette’s anxiety and desperation so hard, I feel so bad.

I also feel bad that Adrien sounded disappointed by her not sitting by him (and probably doesn’t quite understand why she won’t, either) as well as Ms. Mendeleiev knowing her students think less of her than Ms. Bustier and doesn’t like that.

AND also that both Marinette and Adrien for having to feel guilty for making a trip out of the country. :/ Nobody deserves it more than them.

Wow, that’s a lot of things to feel bad about early on.

Marinette’s luck really sucks on this trip, doesn’t it? Turbulence in the bathroom. Yikes. But of all people to notice her walk by, it has to be Adrien while they watch the beautiful sunset together. Of course it does. It’s like he has some sensor that knows when Marinette is sad or something. x3

Adrien, looking sweetly and IN LOVE at her: “You’ve got something, Marinette...”

“So-something?”

“Yeah, there. In your hair.”

....

Alya: I can’t decide if they’re the cutest people I know, or the most embarrassing.

Nino: I love Adrien, but he’s like a baby chick that just started cracking out of his egg.

I- They’re just so done 😂

Then you see more of Alya/Nino and their Operation New York plan and it’s freaking adorable, but you think Adrien’s done talking but OH NO there’s more

“...Well, what I meant to say was...thanks for managing to convince my father. *gives her a hug*”

Okay, first off

OH MY GOSH I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS. THIS IS JUST SO SWEET AND CUTE AHHH THIS IS THE FIRST ADRIENETTE HUG EVER! I screamed so loud I just... my heart is so happy. ;~;

Second,

slyly grinning

IS THIS NERVOUS ADRIEN, I SEE? He tried to say it the first time but chickened out. 😉

Also, you cannot convince me that when they both went and sat back in their seats, anxious as the plane was getting attacked, that they would not be holding hands if Marinette had actually ended up sitting by him.

Aeon sees them together for ONE MINUTE. Just one. And she knows. To all the people that

still

somehow doubt that they’ll be together...what will it take for you to realize that they are?

Sabrina liking that boy makes me so happy, she actually gets some scenes that aren’t related to Chloe!

Alya: And you might make a friend. *elbows Mari*

Marinette: 😑

Hehehe the teasing’s not gonna stop, you set yourself up for this.

I’ve counted people referring to Marinette and Adrien as “friends” of some degree 21 times so far. Let’s see what it gets to at the end.

Class: We just got here but LET’S SNEAK OUT TO GO TO A PARTY....and almost get busted.

The sound effects in this are everything, I adore them. xDDD

The way Adrien smiled at Marinette when they had their backs to the door, and how his smile faded when he realized they weren’t alone. 😂

Jess: Ugh people in my room

Aeon: HAHA THEY’RE SO ADORABLE THIS IS THE BEST. I TOLD YOU THEY’RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Marinette: Is it a bird?

Adrien: Is it a plane?

Sabrina’s crush: No, it’s Hot Dog Dan!

Why do you have to get me with that xDD

Okay, but the girl saying “Go Sabrina!” made me happy too ugh. Just the fact that Sabrina came to America and people like her is just the best.

Highpitched!Nino: FINALLY, MY CHICKS WINGS ARE GROWING

Not that the show didn’t make me laugh before but dang, I keep laughing at this humor. It’s like a crack video mixed with the sweetest romance.

“OH! That’s the song we danced to at Chloe’s birthday party, remember?”

“Oh, yes, hahah”

looks at her sweetly, shyly

“Then...will you?”

ADRIEN, MY LOVE, I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING THROUGH THAT PRETTY HEAD OF YOURS. So... you remember. And it makes you happy. And you, again, nervously ask her. To dance with you. Again.

You’ve looked at her with the most soft of expressions more times in under an hour than I’ve seen anyone look at someone

ever

. Uggggh the way he’s falling for her is just so sweet.

And I’ve lost count of how many “friends” there have been due to the overwhelming cuteness. I think 25?

The fact that Adrien and Marinette can’t get through an automated door. I’m wondering what’s causing that? The fact both have a Kwami with them? Is Aeon messing with them? I don’t really think the latter is happening so I’m puzzled but it’s hilarious.

“I don’t mind being stuck somewhere with a friend like you” with the most adorable expression on his face ever.

ADRIEN PLEASE, ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY ME WITH THIS?

Jess: And in order to save him...

Aeon: Don’t kidnap him, I LOVE him!

😂 I wanted Jess’s plan to work out so badly though.

Maybe next time.

Miraculous out here teaching American history. 👍 Totally forgot Lafayette was only 19 when he arrived in America and asked to become a general, but he had just turned 20 when he fought his first battle. The white powdered wig always threw me off of everyone’s real ages.

I think this is the closest Marinette and Adrien have transformed out in the open like this.

Ooof @ pissed off and sarcastic Ladybug.

Chat Noir: I was afraid of losing your trust!

Ladybug: Well I can’t trust you anymore, can I?!

Ooohh that hurts. That really hurts. And that distraction like that really went bad. Good thing Aeon’s not human. x.x I really do feel like them finding out their identities would solve more problems than it’d cause at this point.

I get that the situation was bad, but excuse me, they have no right to demand their Miraculouses. Ladybug’s the

Guardian

Knight Owl: “Stop right there, that’s an order.”

LB & CN: WE DON’T ANSWER TO YOU

Lol love the way they ran off and got away without being seen.

Sad and in pain Ladynoir. Wow, this whole scene feels so mature.

And Marinette’s reaction to Chat Noir renouncing Plagg and crying as he ran away hurt so much. I was not expecting all the angst!

Poor Adrien’s traumatized now. He knows he’s lucky she wasn’t human and things worked out, but he also knows that he came this close to Cataclysming Ladybug, and he couldn’t deal with that.

Liiri is so cute I want to see more of her! Very grateful she doesn’t end up in the hands of Gabriel for long.

But really Gabriel, it would’ve been smarter to take it to Paris than give it to a villain in New York where it ends up with a superhero. xD

Depressed Plagg is another level of ouch. Depressed Marinette and Adrien looking at each other like they’re about to cry is yet another.

Marinette about Chat Noir: He made his choice. What were we supposed to do?

Adrien: I wouldn’t have minded being stuck here a little longer with a friend like you.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO why did you have to go there again?

And then she gasps and really looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and then he gets even

sadder. “My father’s right, I should’ve never come to New York.” Alya: “What is wrong with you, Marinette?! Couldn’t you see that he was just waiting for you to tell him to stay?” “He made his choice. What did you expect me to do?” “It doesn’t matter what I expected you to do! Who’s Adrien to you? A friend or more than a friend? There will never be a better time to be clear with yourself, Marinette! Do you want him to leave or do you want him to stay?”

Within minutes, Marinette said the same thing about both Chat Noir and Adrien. o.o

Also hold up. If what Alya’s saying is true, which very well could be considering how he went from looking sad but still smiling, to looking utterly crushed after saying that line to her and her reaction, and the fact he said it before... Along with every single thing he did the whole trip.... Are we missing something, here? At first I thought it’s just Adrien being Adrien but about to actually acknowledge his feelings, just not yet. Seeing just the trailer I thought it was gratitude maybe, but obviously this is much more than that. But is it possible at all that he already has and, considering how she’s told him she doesn’t have feelings for him more than once before, that he’s been hoping to drive her to say otherwise this entire time and find out if she actually really does have feelings for him? 🤔

Because dang that’d explain everything he’s been doing.

I know he’s hurting over what happened with Uncanny Valley and giving up his Miraculous and leaving Ladybug. But it

still

came down to him with Marinette, looking at her like that was his last bit of hope and happiness he wanted to hold onto and was dashed....

NOT OKAY.

Again, Marinette’s luck on this trip SUCKS so much what the heck, you can’t even let her phone have battery??

Her rushing after him in the pouring rain on a bike screaming for him to stay and then falling hard (oof mustn’t have felt good for Plagg and Tikki) to just lie there in the street whispering “Adrien I...love you,” broke me. It really did. It’s so beautiful and so sad and I just want them to be happy oh gosh. 😭

But please get out of the road sweetie, you’re going to get run over.

By the way, I think I’m at 29 times they referred to each other or others referred to them as friends. Not sure though, I lost count and my heart’s a mess.

So Majestia decided to just blow skyscrapers far through the city and into the water that would no doubt kill everyone inside... in New York City...where skyscrapers were literally destroyed in real life killing thousands? I really hope this isn’t supposed to be a kind of reference.

Also the President of the United States being a superheroine that’s in harms way interacting with supervillains that can do horrific things such as forcing her to spill national secrets or use her power from things such as mind control to control the nation, for example, probably isn’t the smartest thing to do. Cool for plot but dang that’s dangerous.

You know, like right now when he’s making her press the nuke button where a million missiles and bombs are getting ready to go.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I can’t imagine being Ladybug without...

him

.”

“I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in her eyes.”

I’m not crying. This isn’t twisting my heart all up at all. X.x

But yes the action and Astro Chat! He looks so cool flying through the sky like that omg. He’s BAT CHAT

But the way she just ran and hugged him, saying never to do that to her again.

And how he returned that hug and she hugged him tighter and then wiped her tears away.

This is everything. Absolutely everything. I could watch this a thousand times and not be sick of it.

He also after this better know how much he truly means to her.

Hawk Moth: Ladybug, Chat Noir, if you don’t do as I ask, I will launch a nuclear rocket that will undoubtedly start World War III. If you don’t do as I ask, it will be on you.TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

Geez, you think he can’t get any crazier and he just does. How would another World War help him live happily ever after? Unless he could use two wishes to undo it once he got their Miraculous. Hm.

Majestia is like Captain Marvel because she’s the only other superhero I’m familiar with that could launch a rocket to the sun with her hands.

The animation in this is so beautiful. I haven’t said it yet, but some of the scenes are so breathtaking.

I’m sad that Aeon won’t remember they’re Ladybug and Chat Noir, but surely she’ll remember Adrien, Marinette, Ladybug, and Chat Noir right? x.x

And appreciation to Nadja Chamack for letting Parisans know Ladybug and Chat Noir didn’t abandon them, but just had serious issues to attend to elsewhere.

Wow there’s an ice sculpture/statue of sorts in New York of Ladybug and Chat Noir (along with Uncanny Valley and Eagle) now? Sweet!

Okay, I believe it’s 30 times now that “friend” is used. I may be off, I got really into it the second time watching when I was counting and it’s too late to be serious about it.

Hmm, Marinette can ask herself

the question

on her way back to Paris the following day. I’m assuming about how she feels and if she should still try to let him know her feelings?

Also that Adrien smile, knowing full well Marinette was responsible for that clip for him. Awwww x33

Ohh that ending I’m so looking forward to seeing more of Eagle, Uncanny Valley, and possibly that new superhero team with the new Miraculous.

This special was as if they took the best from S1-S3, then threw in a bunch of amazing new things that I couldn’t have thought would happen, and gave us such an amazing special. Also that it opened up things for the next special and S4! I don’t think I could’ve asked for much better. I’ve missed this show terribly and love that it’s back in a way.

Also terribly sorry for such a long post but I mean the thing was 52 minutes long after all. xD

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The Worst Kind of Event (Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

The Worst Kind Of Event

(Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

Request:- @t0xcat

“” hey! could i possibly get a washington x platonic fem solider reader where he basically sees her as his daughter and has been fighting by his side for a long time and then she’s sent away to south carolina for the battle of yorktown and he receives news from one of the soldiers that she died and washington and the rest of the hamilsquad has a funeral for her n stuff,, sry if it’s confusing!! have fun writing!! 💖💖 “”

~ Warnings: angst, a couple swears, soldiers and war, death, lots of tears ~

{{I'm so sorry if it sucks I've never done angst before, hope it's okay!!☺️💗}}

Words: 3.1 k (so I may have got a little bit carried away?!)

You had worked with George for 3 years now. You'd come along way from the scrappy blood thirsty recruit he's met all that time ago. You'd joined the revolution after your parents had been killed in an attack from the British soldiers. You'd had enough of standing by and letting others fight for you.

When you first approached him he didn't take you seriously, something he would quickly learn to regret, you attacked his name and ended up in a duel on your second day on camp. It didn't go anywhere because George had stepped in, he had sent you to his tent while he dealt with your opponent, a one Alexander Hamilton. He wouldn't hear slander against his mentors name, no matter who it came from.

Three years later Alex was the closest thing you had to a brother, you loved him dearly. He was always by your side, you'd saved eachother lives many times over. Be it from enemy fire or from eating food John Laurens had prepared, he said he could cook but Washington had warned you never to accept food off him unless you wanted to spend a few days with the nurses throwing your guts up. He was also one of your best friends, the three of you were practically inseparable, you'd fight, eat and sleep together. The three of you were Washington's aids so you'd all room together. You didn't mind, you'd much rather have them with you and know where they were rather than worry about their whereabouts; as you often did when you couldn't find them about camp.

You'd also made friends with a tailor who'd frequent the campsite, you recognised him as the boy who worked with the tailor your father had gone to. When he'd first seen you he did a double take. Where was the sweet young girl he'd often played with when their fathers had been busy. You quickly grew inseparable, he'd seen first hand what this war had done to you. He adopted an older brother role, watching out for you on the campsite.

There had been a group of soldiers who'd decided you'd be an easy target and grabbed you on your second week, they had planned to rough you up a bit and steal your rations, making its a regular occurrence. Unfortunately for them Lafayette had been watching and followed you out. He'd had trouble with those particular men before and had a horrible gut feeling that they were going to do something bad. They didn't get the chance because he'd followed, grabbing the leader and shoved him against the wall, his friends looked on mouths agape as Lafayette was explicitly clear about what he would do to them if they ever bothered you again. You'd been thankful for him ever since. The five of you grew to be a close knit group of friends.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Alex grins as you sit down next to him with your tray "they're giving out assignments at 7, they said some of us will be going as far as South Carolina.." he says nervously, John was from South Carolina which meant it was likely he'd get selected, he knew the terrain which would prove useful to the troops. The last they'd heard south Carolina had been secured but a LOT of blood had been shed to get there. It was likely that just as much would be to keep it that way.

"He better make it back' you say, trying to sound strong, your voice betraying you with a slight wobble.

"Who better what?' John asks and he slides info the seat across from you

"Nothing" Alex says quickly, too quickly. John just gives him a strange look before he starts to eat his own dinner. Hes barely half way when Washington comes up to the table

"Laurens, Y/L/N, with me," he says gruffly. You have just enough time to shoot a look to Alex, who looks worried, before you're following George to his office. You and John half speed walking, half running to keep up with the general. He wasn't happy, not one bit, you could feel it in the air. "sit down, both of you" he says shutting the door to his office. You share a worried look with John and take a seat.

"Sir?" John asks after a few seconds of silence, there was something wrong, George was stalling.

"You're both shipping out to South Carolina tomorrow" he says finally "first thing in the morning, I'm not sure how long for but you'll both be back before you know it" he says confidently, well, like he was trying to be. If only he could have guaranteed that..

You and John left the next morning, Alex and George had both gotten up hours earlier than they should've to see you off. Hercules and Lafayette had said their good byes the might before, the five of you shared dinner together. You'd be lying if you'd said there wasn't a tearful goodbye. Alex took it really hard. As soon as he'd heard south Carolina he knew John would be going. You, however, were a complete shock and it shook him to his very core. You both were excellent soldiers, he knew you could handle yourselves but he couldn't help but worry.

George hugged you both and saluted which you gladly returned, he wasn't big on goodbyes so he said "until we see eachother again" and smiled, you could feel the love through those few words and you wiped away tears and hug him again, Alex and John quickly joining, he was the closest all three of you had to a father which made you your own little family.

"We got this' John says squeezing your shoulder as you join the other troops in the carriage.

As it turns out, you in fact, did not have this, far from it. Upon arrival it seemed as all was okay, you'd been thinking the worse but once you got there it didn't seem so bad. You had a part of your family with you and that was all you needed. The conditions were rougher than you were used to but it wasn't so bad, you shared a tent with John so you attest had someone familiar to talk to.

One the second day you were sent out into the field, there was enemy fire and you were sent as back up. John was by your side laying against a rock when it happened. A loud crack and a searing pain erupted across your side.

You'd been shot.

The medics did everything they could, they allowed John to travel back to base with you but there was nothing more to be done. He sat by your side while you lay in the bed. He did his best to cheer you up, even with tears in his eyes he told you it was going to be okay and you'd be fine. You knew better.

"John" you said quietly and he stopped mid sentence, he could see the light behind your eyes was dimming

"Yes?' he whispers back, knowing his voice would betray him if he raised it any higher

"I want you to write this down, f-for when you go back" you choke out as he scrambled to get a pad and pencil. He scribed down your final words, a letter for each of your family. You used the last of your energy to sign each one.

Alex had been looking forward to your return for weeks. He'd received a letter from you and John the first week, you'd sent it the first day. He'd received letters from John since but he didn't think much of it, field work was tiring and he knew you put 100% into your work and probably fell into bed as soon as you'd had the chance. John's letters were short, but that was to be expected, hed never been half the writer you or alex were.

"You're going to wear out the deck" Lafayette chuckles from beside him

"I can't wait to see them" Alex says happily as Hercules grins up at his friend. He's sat on the desk with a notebook as he sketches some new designs for a dress, he'd already made you one since you left, he was so excited to see you and show you the three others he'd designed.

Alex stood on his tippy toes as the ship came into view. He could see soldiers peering over the edge of the ship, there were less than those who'd left three weeks earlier but that was to be expected. He couldn't see you or John. He looks to Washington who'd joined them as the ship docked. Soldiers flooded off the ship, happy to be home on dry land after the travel at sea.

They waited patiently as soldier after soldier disembarked, as the crowd on the ship dwindled they began to grow worried. Finally John emerged, he looked ill.. no not ill, heartbroken, he looked heartbroken. Hercules felt his stomach drop as they ran to the deck, the crowd of soldiers clearing as Washington marched up to the ship

"John?" He asks as Lafayette helps the grief stricken man off the boat and back onto dry land. "What's happened?" He asks carefully, not daring to utter your name. John just shakes his head as tears filled his eyes for what felt like the 100th time since it happened. Alex felt his knees give out as he collapsed, laf catches him just in time, practically having to hold him up. No.. no this couldn't be happening. Everyone had told him you'd both be coming back, where were you?!

George's face had hardened a thousand years, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He turned away as they threatened to spill over. He gently lay a hand on John's shoulder and squeezed it, it was all he could do before he marched away to his office. This wasn't supposed to happen, you and John were supposed to come home okay, he'd warned the general to keep an eye on the both of you, to keep you safe. He needed you to be safe. You were the closest thing he'd ever come to having a daughter. You'd saved his life more times than he could remember, you'd also kept Alexander out of trouble more than enough times which he was, of course, grateful for. When he'd heard your story about your parents he'd been moved, most people would've crumpled at that hardship but you only took it in your stride to power yourself. That's what he loved about you, that you took everything like gave you and used it to your advantage. You were also incredibly kind and would do anything for your family.

He thought back to his last birthday, he hadn't wanted anyone to know it was his birthday but you'd decorated his room with balloons and a handpainted banner and had your whole little family there to celebrate, you'd even found a cake for him to make a wish on. He'd promised you he'd return the favour for your next birthday- god your birthday was in less than a week.. he had so many plans but now none of them could happen.. you couldnt be gone, you just couldn't.. he knew better but it was easier to kid himself at least for a few short moments.

The boys were a mess, they'd help John off the boat and to the room he'd shared with you and Alex. They were silent on the trip, Alex and John settled on his mattress while Hercules and Lafayette took Alex's. Your bed was left empty, no one could bear to look at it, they all snuck glances and felt an intense pang of pain at the sight of your made bed, complete empty.

"H-how?" Hercules asks quietly, he didn't want to know the answer but he had too

"Shot" John replies, equally as quiet, he hadn't spoken more than a few words to anyone since it had happened "second day.."

"You- you didn't mention it in your letters" Alex mentions as John turns to look at him "it wasn't something you could mention in your letters" he corrects quickly

"Three weeks ago?" Laf asks quietly as tears fill his eyes. John not only had to go through it alone but he had to keep it to himself for three weeks? My god "Mon ami' he sighs softly as he goes over to hug his friend, Hercules following quickly. They stayed there, all crammed into John's bed for what seemed like hours, just existing, they didn't say much except to comfort eachother, there was nothing else they could do.

Your funeral was held 3 days later, on your birthday of all days. Instead of George distracting you for most of the day while the others ran around preparing your surprise party they were preparing another event, the worst kind of event. George had sent Alex to the meadow with John to pick wild flowers to decorate your coffin with. He didn't want either boys around when you body arrived, he knew it would be too much for alex and John had already gone through so much. Hercules had travelled into town to purchase some food and drink for them, your favourites of course. Lafayette stayed with George, they'd both needed to be on duty so they worked through out the day, dreading as the evening drew closer.

There was a memorial scheduled to start at 8 but Washington had arranged to have a small private ceremony just before so at 7 he gathered the boys up and they went to say their goodbyes. Alex and John had done a beautiful job, there was flowers tucked into every crevice possible, a beautiful array of flowers taped to the top, George smiled, they'd practically emptied half the meadow for you.

"I'm going to keep this short" George starts after clearing his throat

"Like Alex" Alexander says with a teary smile, as you'd always responded when George said that

"Of course" George says as the other boys smile "(Y/N) was an incredible person, I'd always thought of her as a daughter and I'm going to miss her, a lot" he sighs softly as he places a hand on the coffin "I wish I'd told her in person.." he trails off gesturing for someone else to speak.

"I've known (y/n) since before I even started tailoring, we'd play together while her father was fitted for his suits. Her dad was a kind man who always brought extras of whatever lunch her mum had packed, for her to share with me. it's easy to see where she got her kindness from, and she was so kind, she didn't care what kind of person someone was, if she could help them she was going too" hercules smiles softly "she'd helped me on too many occasions to count, whether it be needing a model for a dress or shooting someone who'd come up behind me.. see told you she'd help in anyway" he chuckled as his eyes laid sight on the coffin "I'm going to miss your pretty face (y/n).. although I'm sure I'll see you in my dreams soon enough" he smiles

Laf was next, he approached the coffin and placed a hand on it tentatively, as I'd he was scared it would open suddenly "I am thankful everyday that I was brave the day we met ma Cherie.." he says quietly "since that day I've been thankful for you, your laugh your energy and your love. You've been an absolute light in our lives" he says softly as the other smile and nod "j'adore tu' he whispers quietly as he steps back so that Alex could step up

"W-we fought the first day we met.. Nearly ended up shooting eachother, I'm so glad we didn't because the last three years have been the best, a-all you guys have made me so happy, I truly feel like there's somewhere I belong" alex says wiping away tears furiously, he WOULDNT cry, not again "(Y/N) came to share the room John and I had and from the very first night I could tell we'd be the best of friends, she didn't mind John and I staying up talking for hours, she was the one who started card games that ended in a pillow fight" he giggles as Washington sighs

"You know how much trouble I got into because you woke up the general across the hall?" He chuckles

"Yeah enough that we were on washing up duty for a week" John laughs "still worth it though"

"Definitely" Alex smiles softly as he looks between the coffin and his friends "love you (y/n)" he whispers quietly as he steps back

John sighs softly "Is it wrong that I wish I'd been here?" He asks no one in particular "don't get me wrong, I'm glad I was there for her but I see it every time I close my eyes.."

"Were here for you son" George says gently as he pats John's shoulder reassuringly

"Like everyone's already said, she's incredible and it fucking sucks she's gone" John continues, he wasn't the best at public speaking, especially when he was upset "at first I was happy I wasn't going alone but now I wish it was me instead.." he says as the tears start to fall "it's so fucking unfair! Why do-"

"Hey" Alex says gently and hugs him tightly, the other three joining quickly, there was nothing they could do about you but they could be there for John and eachother and they'd get through it, they had to, for you. John pulls away after a few seconds and pulls something out of his coat

"B-before she.. I wrote these letters for h-her, there's one for each of us, she signed then end of them" he explains and he hands out the letters for the others to read. They stood in silence as they read their letters. John had already heard them and knew his own inside out, he'd read it many times but that didn't stop the sting of tears in his eyes. He looked at the others, Alex and laf had both sat down to read theirs, knowing they wouldn't be able to stand. Hercules stood frozen as he got to the end of his letter, his fingers hovered over where your name was signed, he sighs softly, a small smile spread across his face as he read the stupid joke you'd made John add as a ps.

Washington read his letter slowly, he was already trying to keep in together, he couldn't break down in front of them. The others had never seem him cry before. Unfortunately his eyes had other plans, the tears freely flowing from his eyes as he finished.

He was going to miss you terribly.

#hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader #hamilsquad x reader #washington x reader #hamilton #hamilton musical

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sunshinesteves · 4 years ago

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my favorite hamilfilm moments:

groff doing the intro as kg3..."enjoy my show" klasfjskfd

everyone except burr is wearing all white in alexander hamilton...probably some metaphor in there (alex gets his brown coat at the end of the song tho)

the lil punching motion lin does at "i may have punched him"

"you punched the bursur?" *snappy finger gun* "YES"

I LOVE THE REVOLUTIONARY SET THAT IS ALL

oak's beanie

the fact that my shot is just hamilton yelling about the revolution in a bar and everyone's like "what the fuck is happening"

at "i think your pants look hot" when oak puts his leg on the bench and swooshes his cape back and anthony and daveed start CACKLING...idk if it wasn't scripted or if they just laugh at it every time. either way it's incredible

the lil woah woah woaaaahhhh encore between my shot and story of tonight

lafayette's "let's have another round tonight" is. so funny

peggy is PISSED OFF. mood

EVERYTHING about burr and angelica in schuyler sisters. renee's facial expressions. her shoving the paper at him and then pushing him away. SO GOOD

literally everything about farmer refuted. lin's smile like "w-what the fuck-" seabury moving the box to try to be in front of hamilton. them trying to push each other off the box. burr RUSHING in to stop hamilton sfjslfksf

"why so sad?" *sad face*

that one shot from the back of the stage of chris right before he turns arond and enters in right hand man

LADIES!!!

the lil grapevine "hey, hey" dance at the end of winter's ball...and also anthony's smile when he's doing it

during helpless jazzy and anthony are just chilling talking on the staircase in the back...BEST COUPLE

HAHAHA PEGGY'S DANCE AT "ONE WEEK LATER" WITH THE LETTERS

eliza saying HA right to the audience

HAMILTON'S DANCE AFTER GETTING ENGAGED AND ELIZA KINDA GETS INTO IT TOO

eliza’s face at “angelica tried to take a bite of me” alkfjaslfaj

FLOWER GIRL HERCULES MULLIGAN

all right all right that's what i'm tawwwwwkin aboutttt

alskfjaa alex is just standing facing the audience and the whole male ensemble comes up and turns him to face eliza

DEBBY RYAN FACE

PEGGY DOES THE DANCE AGAIN. ICONIC

the take a break outro plays right in between satisfied and story of tonight (reprise) for a seconds...UM

oak’s headband

this fuckin thing (best moment of the whole show no cap)

and when laurens stops, lafeyette and mulligan keep dancing and they’re like. flossing?? idk but it’s so good

anthony’s face at “on the siiiiide buuurrr” DLSKAFJ

and oak starts grinding on him while making kissy faces. incredible

leslie odom jr....god damn

idk why but lin’s face at “but every day he dismisses out of hand” is so fucking funny

THE WAY LESLIE SAYS “OK SO WE’RE DOING THIS” ALDKFJASDF HE’S SO DONE

there are so many moments where lin just smiles when like. he probably isn’t supposed to?? it’s v pure tbh...i think he was just happy to be there which. mood.

burr just JUMPS on the ledge during guns and ships lmaoooo

DAVEED DIGGS WAS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS FUCKING LIFE

the dance daveed does at “sir he knows what to do in the trench”

when oak blows the audience a kiss and sticks his tongue out at them after his part in yorktown

“i’m so blue” *stomps* *lights change to blue*

lafayette and mulligan reading their letters from mr laurens in the back while eliza reads alex’s...haha i’m in pain

“i practiced the law, i practically perfected it” SWOOSH

the way alex introduces the constitution like it’s the next big tv show or something asjfklasf

jefferson waving to the audience and sauntering down the staircase

oak as madison is so funny to me just because the clothes just...look small on him. like i get that they technically do fit him he’s just a huge dude so they don’t. look like they do

AKSLFASF there’s one part where jefferson just runs over to madison and tries to put his leg up on his shoulder or something? and madison just pushes it down like “thomas. no” alsjfas iconic

hamilton sticking his hand IN BETWEEN jefferson and washington to introduce himself

daveed is just. prancing. like a pony

in cabinet battle 1 jefferson drops the mic into madison’s hand

whatever the fuck lin is doing at “whatever the hell it is you do in monticello”

how does anthony pull off playing a 9 year old boy so well akldfjasd

ELIZA BEATBOXING GO OFF PIPPA

philip finishes his rap, hugs alex aggressively, throws his hands up, then RUNS off stage. mood

angelica and eliza in take a break..........pure

JASMINE CEPHAS JONES. GOD DAMN

love how alex just has a whole ass woman in his lap

the “talk less, smile more” in room where it happened...ily lin

“i’ve no where else to turn!” LEAVES

THE TABLECLOTH THING

saklfdf jefferson literally prances (PRANCES) over to madison and puts the mic to his mouth and he just goes “...france” SO QUIETLY

hamilton holding up king louis’s head

burr walking up behind jefferson for washington on your side and jefferson’s like ????? where the fuck did you come from what

WHICH I WROTE

whatever the fuck they’re doing at “southern motherfucking democratic republicans” askfjasdkf

CHRISTOPHER JACKSON. SIR.

washington and kg3 just. lookin at each other for a sec.

“country”

ariana debose telling kg3 about adams...she starts laughing and the look he gives her....queen ily

kg3′s dancing in adams administration. why is he even there lol

maria on the side of the stage during we know

jefferson’s “whaaAAAAAA”

and also jefferson’s "my god”. daveed ily

ariana debose being the only ensemble member in an act 1 revolution coat during hurricane...there’s a metaphor there. i think

maria handing hamilton the quill for the reynolds pamphlet

jefferson’s lil dance when he’s sitting on the table klsfjasld

jefferson making it rain. king george is. there. what is happening

PHILIPPA SOO. MY QUEEN

anthony’s hands at “the ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stop” SIR

philip’s just yelling up at the ledge from the stage which is. so funny to me.

EVERYTHING IS LEGAL IN NEW JERSEY

philip goes flying...but in slow motion....fuck

props to anthony for being able to sing like that while lying on his back

THE SCREAM NO

poor madison is so choked up over philip awwwww

at “to get hamilton on your side” jefferson is just shaking his head aggressively. i mean mood

how excited burr looks when hamilton makes his decision because he assumes he’ll choose him...and then the look of shock + disappointment

“as your vice president! “MMBLAAAAA” daveed WHAT was that noise

the ensemble handing burr like 7 letters from hamilton in a row

anthony playing both laurens and philip in the world was wide enough...he just kinda turns around to switch characters alsdfja

EVERYONE IN ALL WHITE AGAIN EXCEPT ELIZA, ANGELICA, BURR AND HAMILTON LIN

ik people have different opinions on the end with lin taking her hand and everything, but i heard someone say that it’s lin as himself (not hamilton) showing eliza that he’s telling her story...tears.

THE GASP OH MY GOD

that is...a lot. it was so good. FUCK–

#i wrote these as i rewatched it but i definitely still missed stuff lol #anyways. pls enjoy #hamilton #hamilfilm

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fiction-fun · 4 years ago

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Aid in the Dark, Love in the Light

@braidedchallah @alexanderdamnhethin @rthoney @andpeggy21 @2pintsofjohnlaurens @creedtheconquer @hamiltimes @haha-gunsgoburrr

Fandom: Hamilton

Pairing: Lafayette/OC

Words: 4545

Lafayette walked through the edge of the forest surrounding his camp. His hand rested on his sword, just in case any enemies had made it this close. He heard a rustle a little away from and turned moving quickly in that direction.

“If it is an animal, we will eat good tonight. If it is not, then I will have to be quick.” He muttered to himself as he moved closer.

He broke through a small thicket and paused seeing a basket and a letter, he looked around, seeing a glint of something disappearing into the forest. He focused back on the basket.

“Let’s see what this is.” He whispered approaching the basket slowly.

He slowly nudged the basket with his toe, in case it contained a trap of some sort. He looked around the area, not seeing anything he crouched down and picked up the letter. Opening it he unfolded the simple letter inside.

'Dear sir, you’ll have to forgive me. My English isn’t very good yet. I overheard some of the merchants talking about how they had refused you and your men supplies and food. That is improper where I am from and I hope soon it will be here as well. Inside the basket is medical supplies and food. It’s not a lot I apologize, but I only had enough for so much. I know it’s not enough. But, there will be a new basket here at least once a week. So keep fighting for freedom. Most assuredly yours, a gentle aid.’

Lafayette’s eyes scanned the letter a few more times before he pulled the small cloth off the basket. His eyes going wide as he saw the food and supplies as promised and let a soft smile grace his face, looking up in the direction the mystery person had disappeared. He grabbed the basket up quickly and took it back to camp, distributing the food and supplies as needed. Everyone sighed in relief at the small bit of aid, it would be enough to keep them going for a little bit. Lafayette stole away to his tent and grabbed his ink well and quill and quickly wrote a return letter.

‘Dear mystery aid, I don’t think we can thank you enough for the help you have given us. My English is still improving as well, perhaps we share the same first language, perhaps not. We are thankful to anything you are willing to do for us. We thank you, Major-General Lafayette.’

He held the letter above the flame on his lantern for a few minutes, to dry the ink before try folding it and slipping it into an envelope. He stood quickly and moved from his tent, and from the camp entirely. The walk to the place he found the basket was shorter then he remembered but he carefully kneeled down and placed the empty basket down placing his letter inside and covering it with the towel provided. He stood looked around and went back to camp.

*1 week later*

Lafayette found himself in the forest again, this time he knew where he was going. He was headed for the small clearing, hope in his head and his heart that the mystery person had indeed returned. He gave a sigh of relief seeing the basket with another letter perched on top. He heard a rustle and saw a shadow disappearing.

'They must remain in the area, until I am here so no one else gets it.’ He thought as he kneeled opening the letter.

‘Dear Major-General Lafayette, Bonjour, I believe we do share a language. At least if you are indeed the Marquis I heard so much about before leaving. This week is heavier in food then medical supplies, my garden came up and I was able to make more substantial food bars for you. I hope they do the job. I did include some necessities for the medical supplies. I hope it helps, let me know if you need it more often, I will do my best. It’s more a time constraint then anything, something I’m certain you are very familiar with. I wish you the best, Mystery Aid.’

Lafayette looked up to see if the person had remained and smiled gently.

“Merci.” He whispered letting it travel on the wind.

He opened the basket and saw the much needed food and supplies. Returning to camp he repeated the same process as last time, happy to say that this time they had more food then they would need in the week. He moved into the tent, basket held in hand. He sat down at his desk and picked up his quill.

'Dear Mystery aid, Bonjour, yes you figured me out. Although I suppose it wasn’t overly hard now was it? Your food is greatly appreciated as is your medical supplies, we don’t lack for much with your baskets. I thank you for that, I have lost men because of the merchants refusing us. I am indeed very familiar with time restraints, but the fact you use what must be little personal time to make a basket of supplies for us, it is very sweet. Once a week is fine, as I said previously, anything you are willing to do is greatly appreciated. We thank you, I thank you and you can just call me Lafayette. Yours, Lafayette’

He held the letter over the lantern for a few minutes before folding it and placing it inside the basket, quickly leaving his tent and the camp to reach the clearing. He kneeled down and carefully straightened out the blanket on top of the basket before standing back up, casting a gaze around the small clearing before leaving it.

*3 months later*

The next few weeks, and months went by quickly with the assistance from the mysterious person they were making out better than other camps, at least for a while. Lafayette, smiled softly as he read over the letter, he had received three weeks prior.

'Monsieur Lafayette, That is terrible! Leave it to me. The others will find baskets near them as well, I have wide spreading reaches. Just make sure they know to look for them! The English have gone too far, hopefully the baskets there help the others.’

The letter had continued to respond to a few other comments he had made and she had spoken a little about herself, letting it slip that she was indeed a girl. He spoke of the things she had included before concluding the letter as always. Lafayette had taken the letter to heart and had quickly sent messages to Washington and to where Laurens was stationed hoping that they could also get news out. They must have because the very next letter he had received was how she was happy she could so quickly help them. He was due to go get the basket today, but he wasn’t feeling up to it. He sighed as he finally stood slowly from the chair and rubbed at his face before sighing softly and leaving his tent. He waved off the concern of his men and headed into the forest. He made it to the clearing and paused for a second, waiting for the rustle. It was the sign between them. He heard it and stepped inside the cleaning, pausing briefly at what he saw before he walked over and kneeled down. With the normal letter and basket, was a box. He picked up the letter and opened it slowly.

'Monsieur Lafayette, I hope you are doing alright. Who am I to kid? I overheard a few of the people within the small town near your camp speaking of your upset. I don’t want to bring up any bad memories for you, I just wanted to let you know, I’m here if only in letter for you. Now! You must be confused with the box, I’ll get to that in a moment, the basket contains the assorted foods and some extra medical supplies, that’s why the blanket is higher today. As for the box, well I had a bad feeling it was love lost that had you react the way you did. So, I prepared the mourning cloths and a nice blanket for you. I hope I have not over stepped. Let me know how you fare, and let me know if you need anything more. Professional or personal. Your mysterious aid.’

He blinked and looked up quickly before turning back reading the letter again. He wiped at his face quickly before reaching over and lifting the blanket, seeing everything as promised. He picked up the basket and the box, leaving that closed until he returned to camp. He quickly passed out the food and supplies, collecting the basket back when it was empty before moving to his tent. He sat the basket on his desk before continuing to his bed. He settled down on it, and carefully cut open the closure on the top of the box. He pulled it open and looked inside. On top as promised were the mourning cloths. He smiled faintly as he reached, down letting his fingers gently trace over them.

'A small piece of home.’ He thought as he carefully lifted the cloths from the box, he set them on the bed.

He looked into the box and smiled softly again, carefully pulling the thick blanket from the bottom of the box. He spread it out and traced the twisting pattern. He sighed softly as he stood, quickly spreading the blanket over his bed before moving to hand the cloths. He moved to his desk to write his return letter, hoping he hadn’t missed her.

'Dear Mystery aid, I had hoped my unbecoming actions hadn’t reached the town. But I suppose it couldn’t be helped. I am…as well as can be expected. You didn’t over step, in fact I thank you for what you did. I had no access to them myself, and the blanket added a nice touch, it sits on my bed currently awaiting my return this evening. I appreciate your concern; it does mean a lot. Once again, your food and medical supplies were accepted readily as always. As for my loss, you are once again correct. It was love loss, a great crushing love loss, both my wife and my young daughter. I thank you for everything you have done, Lafayette.’

He dried the ink and folded it pressing it into the basket and pausing for a second, he leaned down and pulled a small box from the drawer on his desk. He carefully pulled a small pin from the inside, he carefully attached it to the basket before placing the cover back over it. He quickly strode from his tent and to the clearing, kneeling down he straightened out the basket and nodded before standing up. He looked around before returning to camp. He returned to his tent for the night, as he had done regularly since what had happened, the difference tonight was that he felt a sense of peace, seeing the cloths hanging around his tent. He kicked off his boots and slid under the thick blanket that had been gifted to him. He let off a soft sigh as the weight and warmth wrapped around him lulled him into a deep sleep.

*6 months later*

Lafayette walked to the clearing and paused waiting, after a few seconds he heard a rustle and stepped out only to quickly freeze his eyes widening.

“Oh Mon Dieu.” The women said softly as she attempted to unhook the hem of her dress from the thicket.

With barely a second, he moved across the clearing and kneeled down unhooking her dress quickly.

“You should be more careful as we get closer to winter. This may happen more.” He said softly.

The woman looked down at him, surprise on her face, before it melted away into a gentle smile.

“I had hoped I would have a few more minutes. Then again, I usually do bring the basket earlier. I thank you for your help.” She said softly.

Lafayette stood up and looked at the young woman who he realized likely wasn’t much older or younger than himself. He bowed lightly and took her hand in his, unable to resist the manners taught to him. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles and looked up at her.

“The thanks belongs all to you, my fair lady.” He said softly before rising back to his full height.

She smiled softly at him and tilted her head.

“You look…. better.” She finally decided after a moment.

He smiled at her and nodded.

“I am doing well, all things as they are.” He said quietly.

She nodded and waved to the basket, sitting in the same spot as always.

“Everything’s there, as always.” She said smiling softly.

Lafayette nodded and watched as she made to leave.

“Wait!” he called at the last second.

She paused and turned back to him.

“Oui?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

He stepped closer carefully.

“May I perhaps finally know the name of the person who has helped me and my men so very much?” he asked softly.

She bit her lip and glanced away.

“My name…it’s Kaleyanna. I really must be going. I’m sorry, I wish you the best!” she called as she turned and ran back through the forest.

Lafayette’s eyes watched until he couldn’t see her anymore, before he turned to the basket and opened the letter, reading it quickly he smiled softly. Before rising to his feet and returning to camp. He passed out the food with a small smile present on his face, handing over the medical supplies he took the basket and headed to his tent. He wrote the letter back before going back to the clearing a smile playing on his lips the whole time.

*4 months later*

Lafayette hadn’t run into Kaleyanna again after that day, she had made sure to be gone before he got there and didn’t come out until he had left. He walked into the forest expecting to find only the basket and a letter. He paused as he saw Kaleyanna standing there, basket in hand a small smile on her face. He walked into the clearing watching her.

“Do not look so surprised.” She said softly in greeting.

Lafayette walked over to her and stopped in front of her.

“I wasn’t excepting you to come.” He said just softly.

She smiled gently and nodded.

“You asked if I would, why would I not?” she asked her voice gentle.

He nodded and just looked at her for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry it took so long, there were a few things that happened.” She said after he hadn’t spoken for a little while.

He shook his head a smile crossing his face.

“No, it’s alright, I’m just happy you came, but I’m here if you want to talk.” He said gently.

Kaleyanna smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and let out a soft sigh, turning slightly to face the edge of the wood.

“Oh, I’m alright. My husband died about five months or so ago, and then sickness crawled through the town. But I’m ok, now anyways.” She said tone soft.

He watched her, eyes widening slightly before softening.

“I’m sorry, believe me I know the pain.” Lafayette said softly.

She turned her head and smiled gently, shaking her head.

“You held true love for your wife. There was no love between me and my husband, I was promised to him when I was younger. As payment for a debt my father owed. We were friends, yes but I knew he wouldn’t survive the war for long. To be honest I’m surprised he survived as long as he did. I do appreciate your concern though.” She said softly.

They stood silently for a few minutes.

“Still, you cared for him. And I thank you for actually staying.” He said softly, unable to figure out what else to say.

She laughed softly at his loss of words, holding the basket out to him.

“All you have to do is ask, it might take me a week or so but I will always try.” She said just as softly.

He took the basket his fingers brushing hers and he smiled softly before lowering his hands.

“I may have to ask more often.” He admitted quietly.

Her face lit up slightly and she smiled faintly at him, nodding.

“I'd like that.” She said softly.

With that they parted ways each heading back into reality, neither wanting to. Lafayette returned to camp, the usual routine happening until he sat on his bed pulling the blanket around him and smiling softly.

'Perhaps one day, my fair lady. He thought before laying down and going to sleep.

*5 months later*

The next few months were long and full of fights, Lafayette lost many men.

‘The only bright side these last few months have been my fair lady…. but I’m losing even her now.’ Lafayette thought walking through the forest.

Lafayette stepped into the clearing a small smile over taking his face at seeing Kaleyanna already there waiting.

“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” He said gently as he stopped in front of her.

She shook her head a ghost of a smile on her lips, although he saw it waiver slightly.

“It’s alright, I understand. You’re very busy lately.” Kaleyanna said voice soft.

He smiled softly and nodded.

“We all are, we are reaching the end of this…we all feel it coming.” He said voice carefully calm.

She nodded.

“I know, everyone in town is talking about how your camp is packing up to leave.” She said confirming his thoughts.

They stood in silence for a few seconds both wondering if the other would say more.

“I don’t want to leave.” Lafayette’s soft voice broke the silence minutes later.

Kaleyanna tilted her head a bit to look up into his eyes, as he looked down. She couldn’t hide the gasp as the raw emotions shown in the way he looked at her. Soft, kind, sweet and open…vulnerable. She smiled faintly and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him, feeling his arms wrap around her and his head press into the top of hers.

“I will be here, when you win.” She said softly.

He smiled softly and nodded, enjoying this moment.

“I know you will be. Unfortunately, this is our last week here. We’re leaving in three days for our new location.” He turned his head just enough so his words would be clear.

Kaleyanna tilted her head up slightly, and he froze as he saw the care and worry in her expression, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears only added to her beauty.

“Well you’ll just have to come find me when you win, won’t you?” she whispered softly.

Without a word, Lafayette leaned down and sealed their lips together. A million things passed between them in those moments. They pulled back and rested their foreheads together Lafayette’s hand coming up to rest on the side of her face gently, his thumb moving over her cheek soothingly.

“I will come back.” He said softly, promise in his tone.

Kaleyanna nodded and nuzzled her nose to his.

“I know you will, because you are strong and determined and beyond that you are brilliant. Just…survive.” She whispered the last bit a soft tone over taking her.

They both knew their time was coming to a close and both hated it.

“I will. I’ll come back, to this spot, and find you. I swear it.” Lafayette said voice firm.

She nodded and swallowed the emotions clogging her throat.

“I know you will, and I’ll be here waiting. That’s a promise.” Kaleyanna said softly tone firm.

They stood there quietly for a while, just holding each other. After a while when the air had chilled, they pulled apart slowly.

“I will be back.” He said softly, reassuringly.

Neither one could tell if he was trying to reassure her or himself.

“I know you will be. I’ll be waiting.” She said just as softly.

He smiled gently and leaned down, she leaned up and sealed their lips together, sealing their words with a promise. Before either one could change their minds, Lafayette took the basket and both turned disappearing into the forest. Lafayette returned to camp and quickly passed out the supplies before returning to his tent. A new determination filling his entire being.

‘I will be back.’ He thought as he readied for bed to wake early the next morning.

Three days later and they were on the road to their next destination. Getting settled in quickly and happy to be nearer to a supply area they quickly settled in to camp, preparing for the upcoming battle.

*3 months later*

Three months, that’s how long it took. Between the fighting, surrender talks and burying the dead. Lafayette ran from the building as soon as he could politely leave and grabbed his horse’s reigns pulling himself up quickly.

“You’re not leaving, already are you?” He heard and turned slightly seeing Alexander walking up to him.

The young man, had been changed by the war, gone was the fun free spirit and in his place stood a solider who had fought and won. Lafayette’s smile could barely be contained.

“I am not going back home yet, Mon Ami. I have to go find someone first. You will know when I am to return.” He said reaching down as Alex raised his hand.

They clasped hands and shook quickly, Alexander sending him a small smile, and Lafayette could see where his thoughts had gone. He didn’t blame the other man; his mind had vanished away to the forest and his fair lady often enough.

“Go get her, just write me once in a while.” Alex said letting his hand drop.

Lafayette nodded, smile wide across his face, still healing cuts stretching to make allowances.

“Oui Mon Ami, I will write to you, all three of you. Write and let me know when John returns, we should all get a drink together before I leave. And Alexander?” Lafayette said his voice changing at the end.

Alexander’s head whipped up and he locked eyes with Lafayette.

“Yes?” he asked softly.

Lafayette’s smile faded a bit.

“Cherish them, don’t do anything to lose them.” Lafayette’s words came softly but firmly.

Alexander was one of the ones he had written shortly after his own loss. Alexander nodded, knowing his friend was speaking from a caring spot.

“I will, they’re my world.” Alex said firmly.

Lafayette’s smile grew again as he nodded and spurred his horse on. It took three days to get to the former campsite where he tied his horse off, his letter should have made it to her and she should be there. He ran through the forest his heart lighter than it had been in a while. He paused just before the clearing and looked into it, seeing her waiting there a soft smile gracing her face. Lafayette’s legs carried him into the clearing before he even registered, he was moving and he had her wrapped in his arms quickly.

“Lafayette!” She gasped her arms instantly sliding around his neck so she was looking up at him.

He smiled down at her and rested his forehead against hers.

“Kaleyanna.” He whispered her name.

That’s all either said before lips were pressed together like a drowning victim gasps for air. All thought left both minds as they relished in being together again. Kaleyanna let her fingers weave into his hair and tightened her grip. Lafayette’s arms likewise tightened around her waist and pulled her closer leaning her back a bit. With less than a thought he straightened up, and spun around, lifting her off the ground in a spin. The kiss broke and she giggled as they spun, his smile bright enough to light up the entire forest as her dress twisted around them. After a minute Lafayette stopped spinning and stood still holding her close and just breathing for a few minutes. He looked down at her and brushed a few locks of hair behind her ear.

“I missed you.” He whispered softly to her.

Kaleyanna giggled softly and nodded leaning up and nuzzling their noses together.

“I missed you too.” She said softly.

They sat down not caring about getting their clothes dirty. Sitting close to each other, she laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her holding her close. They sat there peacefully for a long time, before Lafayette let out a soft sigh, knowing what he’d have to say.

“I have to return to France soon.” He said softly, even though he didn’t want to.

She looked up at him and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“How long do we have?” She asked softly.

He smiled gently down at her and fiddled with her fingers gently.

“Forever if you want.” Lafayette’s voice came softly after a minute.

Kaleyanna’s head whipped to face him, and he looked down at her. She could read the honesty in his eyes and his face. She smiled widely and turned wrapping her arms around his neck pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Oui!” she exclaimed after pulling back.

He let his laugh fill the area around him as he pressed small kisses all over her face. The next two weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Lafayette’s eyes trailed to his two friends, where there should be three.

“He’ll hate to have missed this.” Alexander said leaning back in his chair, trying to hold in the negative emotions they all felt.

Hercules nodded beside him, a small ghost of a smile on his face.

“Nah, he wouldn’t let being killed make him miss this. I’m sure he’s here, probably haunting the beer or something.” He said trying to lighten the mood.

Lafayette smiled softly wishing they were all there but, realizing loss even after peace is normal.

“Tonight, we will smile and raise a glass. Tomorrow we can be sad and pour one out.” He said softly, his friends nodding with him.

He quickly finished getting ready and moved to the end of the aisle to wait. He didn’t have to wait too long before the music started and he watched his friends come down the aisle, before seeing his beautiful lady being lead down the aisle. His eyes watered as watched her, seeing her sparkling smile even beneath her veil. They reached the front and Washington, who lead her down lifted her veil carefully, before passing her hand to Lafayette. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was heartwarming, he definitely felt the spirits of those who couldn’t be there. He smiled at his new wife, when he felt her eyes on him.

“I love you.” He whispered softly.

She smiled and flushed lightly.

“I love you, too.” She said just as softly.

They smiled at each other and looked over their friends and family. They knew the next few years would be stressful, with France on the verge of its own revelation, but they knew together they would be alright.

#fanfiction #hamilton #marquis de lafayette #oc #alexander hamilton #hercules mulligan #john laurens

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46ten · 4 years ago

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AH: marriage and military service should not mix

The summary of this post: A lot of historians have noted how important AH’s marriage to EH was to his future, a true before and after marker in his life. But the strangeness of it has gotten less attention - AH married while the war was going on, and even wrote of not hanging around the army at all in order to setup for his life with his new wife. Once one sees the oddity of that, a lot of other things fall into place in his 1780/81 letters.

For the past few years, I’ve wanted to work more on the theory that although marriage was generally expected of the 18th century Anglo-American colonial man (see prior posts here and here), the elite in AH’s circle did not marry until their military obligations and other duties were complete. From their examples and a few phrases here and there, getting married seemed to have been frowned upon, perhaps because of the uncomfortable examples of general’s wives and this idea that romantic love with a woman was a weakness that interfered with duty and hindered one’s commitment to military glory. (I am familiar with the challenges faced by Martha Washington, Catharine Greene, and Lucy Knox; Philip Schuyler refused a return to military assignment and presidency of the Continental Congress after the death of a newborn, among other things, in 1778). AH is an exception among his circle, with Meade, in getting married during the war itself - nearly everyone else who is unmarried waits until after their military service is complete (and sometimes well after) to marry. Not enough is made of the oddity of his courtship and marriage, within his circle, while the war is ongoing.

Now to modern thought, the title of this post makes a lot of sense - relationships are often strained when one partner is in military service, and the hows and whys are very familiar to us. But for the 18th century, when adult manhood was tied to matrimony, avoiding matrimony seems odd, as does the length of some of the courtships of AH’s friends: two years for William Jackson, about the same for Tilghman, four years of flirtation for McHenry. At a time when engagements lasted a matter of weeks (and AH notes that his own is unusually long - it’s lasting “an age” in one of his letters to ES), the delay in taking the next step is notable. Even in the prior generation, although Philip Schuyler was sexually intimate with Catharine Van Rensselaer, he continued his military service and did not marry her until it became unavoidable by decency standards (CVR was 4 months pregnant).

So what’s with AH and ES wanting to get married in such a hurry, comparatively, besides the obvious emotional ones? Maybe he really was 26-27 years old and time was running out! Another obvious possibility, noted then and noted by biographers since, was the benefits of their marriage on a personal and political dynastic level. @aswithasunbeam has noted a contemporary article (sourced from Mitchell) about what Philip Schuyler had to gain through the new attachment between himself and Washington’s aide-de-camp. (And look how quickly P. Schuyler had AH working to get GW to visit them.) The advantages for AH were obvious to, as the Marquis de Fleury stated outright to AH: “ I congratulate you heartyly on that conquest; for many Reasons: the first that you will get all that familly’s interest, & that a man of your abilities wants a Little influence to do good to his country. The second that you, will be in a very easy situation, & happin’s is not to be found without a Large estate.”

I also suspect part of AH’s decision to hurriedly marry was tied to getting a command and spending the rest of his time studying the law.* I agree with most biographers that he never takes the steps of leaving Washington’s family and asking for (Nov 1780) and then demanding (June 1781) a command without being Philip Schuyler’s son-in-law. (I also think the break with GW doesn’t happen without AH feeling VERY confident in his relationship with his new wife. EH should have been a better patriot - as in other times - and seemed less happy in her marriage, or at least not let AH read her letter to her sister.) I think that’s what Laurens knew while on parole in Phil. and causes the minor flurry of letters in late August/September 1780, when P. Schuyler was briefly at HQ and then sending lots of letters about Congress to GW, AH was going on about his planned six month leave, McHenry was writing a love poem about AH and ES and trying to get AH to get P. Schuyler’s help in getting him a command, etc . AH and ES likely intended to marry in October/early November, but both Meade and Harrison took leave instead, and AH had to stay, though he would leave in late November before their return (in fact, Harrison and Meade never returned.)

Take Laurens (left wife and daughter he’d never see in England) and Lafayette (absent from France from March 1777 to Feb 1779 and March 1780 to early 1782). Both of them left wife and child(ren) behind, and here AH was planning a long absence from military service and telling his fiancee that he’ll leave it entirely if that’s her wish. AND Meade is discussing doing exactly that! [So Laurens presumably wrote to AH - we don’t have that letter - that he hopes AH will get over this quickly, and AH wrote back that he won’t, but I’m getting ahead of myself.]

I offered to make a comparison of AH’s letters to Laurens vs Elizabeth Schuyler - while revealing of personal feelings, in content and expression they are more different than they are similar - but I think I first need to set up that major transition that’s occurring in AH’s life in 1780/81. To the extent Laurens may have objected to AH’s excitement about ES and their impending nuptials (and there’s only one phrase in one letter, and that from AH to Laurens, from which it can be interpreted that those were Laurens’ feelings), and AH felt embarrassed about conveying the news of his engagement, it was because it interfered with a (believed to be mutual) sense of military obligation and public duty and dismissal of marriage and its attendant obligations. I touch on it in a response here; I’ll try to elaborate on it in upcoming posts. [I will get into why this makes the most sense, and why claims of AH trying to spare any romantic feelings JL may have felt, quite frankly, do not make sense in a later post. Spoiler: AH wrote absurdly callous stuff re ES and his relationship with her in his letters to JL if he was hoping to spare JL’s feelings.]

I already put some of my thoughts on this in old posts that may have some helpful content and may spare me having to repeat myself too much, and then I’ll also provide some quotes from letters to get started, limited to 1777-1782 and then probably the most famous quote from 1799.

Hamilton on marriage part 1 (overview)

Hamilton on marriage part 2 (feelings on marriage 1777-early 1780)

Hamilton-Schuyler engagement (early 1780-mid 1780)

Hamilton on marriage part 3 (my breakdown of the July-Oct 1780 letters to ES)

Hamilton on marriage part 4

Reynolds Pamphlet, part 2

And a post (not my own) about how much AH’s military involvement as Inspector General was affecting his family financially.

Letter quotes [my emphases]:

You and I, as well as our neighbours, are deeply interested to pray for victory, and its necessary attendant peace; as, among other good effects, they would remove those obstacles, which now lie in the way of that most delectable thing, called matrimony;—a state, which, with a kind of magnetic force, attracts every breast to it, in which sensibility has a place, in spite of the resistance it encounters in the dull admonitions of prudence, which is so prudish and perverse a dame, as to be at perpetual variance with it. AH to Catharine “Kitty” Livingston 11Apr1777

Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. AH to John Laurens 1779 [likely from mid-April up to July - this letter is actually undated, and the April date is based on other mentions in the letter; both JCH and Lodge dated it December 1779]

The most determined adversaries of Hymen can find in [ES] no pretext for their hostility, and there are several of my friends, philosophers who railed at love as a weakness, men of the world who laughed at it as a phantasie, whom she has presumptuously and daringly compelled to acknowlege its power and surrender at discretion. I can the better assert the truth of this, as I am myself of the number. She has had the address to overset all the wise resolutions I had been framing for more than four years past, and from a rational sort of being and a professed contemner of Cupid has in a trice metamorphosed me into the veriest inamorato you perhaps ever saw. AH to Margarita Schuyler, Feb1780

I would add to this by way of consolation, or rather of countinance, that the family since your departure have given hourly proofs of a growing weakness. Example I verily believe is infectious. For such a predominancy is beauty establishing over their hearts, that should things continue to wear as sweet an aspect as they are now beheld in, I shall be the only person left, of the whole household, to support the dignity of human nature. But in good earnest, God bless both you, and your weakness, and preserve me your sincere friend James McHenry to AH, 18March1780 [this was during the time of AH’s courtship of ES]

Here we are my love in a house of great hospitality—in a country of plenty—a buxom girl under the same roof—pleasing ⟨expect⟩ations of a successful campaign—and every thing to make a soldier happy, who is not in love and absent from his mistress. ... Assure yourself my love that you are seldom a moment absent from my mind, that I think of you constantly and talk of you frequently, I am never happier than when I can engage Meade in some solitary walk to join me in reciprocating the praises of his widow and my betsey. AH to ES, 6July1780

I hope for a decisive campaign. No one will desire it more than me; for a military life is now grown insupportable to me because it keeps me from all my soul holds dear. Adieu My love. Write to me often I entreat you, and do not suffer any part of my treasure, your sweet love, to be lost or stolen from me. AH to ES, 20Jul1780

Impatiently My Dearest have I been expecting the return of your father to bring me a letter from my charmer with the answers you have been good enough to promise me to the little questions asked in mine by him. ... Meade2 just comes in and interrupts me by sending his love to you. He tells you he has written a long letter to his widow asking her opinion of the propriety of quitting the service; and that if she does not disapprove it, he will certainly take his final leave after the campaign. You see what a fine opportunity she has to be enrolled in the catalogue of heroines, and I dare say she will set you an example of fortitude and patriotism. I know too you have so much of the Portia in you, that you will not be out done in this line by any of your sex, and that if you saw me inclined to quit the service of your country, you would dissuade me from it. I have promised you, you recollect, to conform to your wishes, and I persist in this intention. It remains with you to show whether you are a Roman or an American wife. AH to ES, Aug1780

But now my love to speak of the practicability of complying with both our wishes in this article—There is none, I am obliged to sacrifice my inclination to ⟨my public⟩ ch⟨aracter.⟩ Even though my presence shou⟨ld n⟩ot be essential here, yet my love I could not with decency or honor leave the army during the campaign. This is a military prejudice which while I am in a military station I must comply with. No person has been more severe than I have been in condemning other officers for deviating from it. I have admitted no excuse as sufficient, and I must not now evince to the army, that the moment my circumstances have changed, my maxims have changed also. This would be an inconsistency, and my Betsey would not have me guilty of an inconsistency. Besides this my Betsey, The General is peculiarly averse to the practice in question. If this campaign is to end my military services, ’tis an additional reason for a constant and punctual attendance, if it is not my leaving the army during the campaign would make it less proper to be away all the winter ’till late in the spring. In one case, my honor bids me stay, in the other my love. AH to ES, 31Aug1780

Pardon me my love for talking politics to you. What have we to do with any thing but love? Go the world as it will, in each others arms we cannot but be happy. ...I was once determined to let my existence and American liberty end together. My Betsey has given me a motive to outlive my pride, I had almost said my honor; but America must not be witness to my disgrace. AH to ES, 6Sept1780

I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you—and from a statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover. I believe in my soul you are an inchantress; but I have tried in vain, if not to break, at least, to weaken the charm—you maintain your empire in spite of all my efforts—and after every new one, I make to withdraw myself from my allegiance my partial heart still returns and clings to you with increased attachment. To drop figure my lovely girl you become dearer to me every moment. I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance. AH to ES, 5Oct1780

I would not have you imagine Miss that I write to you so often either to gratify your wishes or to please your vanity; but merely to indulge myself and to comply with that restless propensity of my mind, which will not allow me to be happy when I am not doing something in which you are concerned. This may seem a very idle disposition in a philosopher and a soldier; but I can plead illustrious examples in my justification. Achilles had liked to have sacrificed Greece and his glory to his passion for a female captive; and Anthony lost the world for a woman. I am sorry the times are so changed as to oblige me to summon antiquity for my apology, but I confess, to the disgrace of the present age, that I have not been able to find many who are as far gone as myself in such laudable zeal for the fair sex. AH to ES, 13Oct1780

How often have I with Eloisa exclaimed against those forms which I now revere as calculated to knit our union together by new and stronger bands...Meade already begins to recant. I have received a letter from him on the Journey2 in which he tells me he finds he must return to the army. This will be a new proof to you that I cannot leave it, as we both so ardently desire. AH to ES, 27Oct1780

You possess a heart that can feel for me; you have a female too that you love. I was reduced at one period to entreat, threat, kiss, but all to no purpose; her fears were for my safety, mine for hers. You must imagine to make out the tragedy all that I am incapable for want of words to express. After placing her with at least Twenty other females & children at a safe distance I immediately returned, & joined the Baron about the time the Enemy left Richmond in order to render him all the aid I could being intimately acquainted with the Country for many miles in the vicinity of the Enemy & on their return down the river I left him to go in pursuit of a residence for a favorite Brother who was driven from his home & obliged to attend to his Wife & a family of little children. Was it not cruel my dear fellow that my matrimonial enjoyments should have been interrupted thus soon; not more than one month had passed when the damned invasion seperated us, & we have yet to meet again, for 60 miles divides us. You know I am a Philosoper my dr fd & prepared to meet much more serious disappointments. This gives me an opening to speak of my return to the army. I have been long wishing your advice in full on the occasion; you are acquainted with the arguments I have used in favor of my stay here. I have now but one to add to them, the experience of that happiness I ever expected to enjoy with the best of Women. She loves not less than your Betsy, & I fear could not bear a seperation. I have not however as yet thrown off the uniform, but I am inclined to believe that it must be the case. Meade to AH, 13Jan1781

I was cherishing the melancholy pleasure of thinking of the sweets I had left behind and was so long to be deprived of, when a servant from Head Quarters presented me with your letters. I feasted for some time on the sweet effusions of tenderness they contained, and my heart returned every sensation of yours. Alas my Betsey you have divested it of every other pretender and placed your image there as the sole proprietor. I struggle with an excess which I cannot but deem a weakness and endeavour to bring myself back to reason and duty. I remonstrate with my heart on the impropriety of suffering itself to be engrossed by an individual of the human race when so many millions ought to participate in its affections and in its cares. But it constantly presents you under such amiable forms as seem too well to justify its meditated desertion of the cause of country humanity, and of glory I would say, if there were not something in the sound insipid and ridiculous when compared with the sacrifices by which it is to be attained.

Indeed Betsey, I am intirely changed—changed for the worse I confess—lost to all the public and splendid passions and absorbed in you. Amiable woman! nature has given you a right to be esteemed to be cherished, to be beloved; but she has given you no right to monopolize a man, whom, to you I may say, she has endowed with qualities to be extensively useful to society. Yes my Betsey, I will encourage my reason to dispute your empire and restrain it within proper bounds, to restore me to myself and to the community. Assist me in this; reproach me for an unmanly surrender of that to love and teach me that your esteem will be the price of my acting well my part as a member of society. AH to EH, 13Jul1781

Don’t think me unkind for not talking of your making a journey to the Southward. It would put us to a thousand inconveniences and would in fact be of no avail; for while there I must be engrossed in my military duties. Heaven knows how much it costs me to make the sacrifice I do. It is too much to be torn away from the wife of my bosom from a woman I love to weakness, and who feels the same ardent passion for me. I relinquish a heaven in your arms; but let me have the happiness to reflect that they ever impatiently wait my return sacred to love and me. Give your Mama, your sisters and the whole family every assurance of the warmest affection on my part. Indeed I love them all.

Yrs. with unalterable tenderness and fidelity AH to EH, 25Aug1781

Early in November, as I promised you, we shall certainly meet. Cheer yourself with this idea, and with the assurance of never more being separated. Every day confirms me in the intention of renouncing public life, and devoting myself wholly to you. AH to EH, 6Sept1781

My heart disposed to gayety is at once melted into tenderness. The idea of a smiling infant in my Betseys arms calls up all the father in it. In imagination I embrace the mother and embrace the child a thousand times. I can scarce refrain from shedding tears of joy. But I must not indulge these sensations; they are unfit for the boisterous scenes of war and whenever they intrude themselves make me but half a soldier. AH to EH, 12Oct1781

You cannot imagine how entirely domestic I am growing. I lose all taste for the pursuits of ambition, I sigh for nothing but the company of my wife and my baby. The ties of duty alone or imagined duty keep me from renouncing public life altogether. It is however probable I may not be any longer actively engaged in it.

I have explained to you the difficulties which I met with in obtaining a command last campaign. I thought it incompatible with the delicacy due to myself to make any application this campaign. I have expressed this Sentiment in a letter to the General and retaining my rank only, have relinquished the emoluments of my commission, declaring myself notwithstanding ready at all times to obey the calls of the Public.4 I do not expect to hear any of these unless the State of our Affairs, should change for the worse and lest by any unforeseen accident that should happen, I choose to keep myself in a situation again to contribute my aid. This prevents a total resignation.

You were right in supposing I neglected to prepare what I promised you at Philadelphia. The truth is, I was in such a hurry to get home that I could think of nothing else. AH to Meade, March 1782 (from a JCH transcription)

You were right, My dear General, in saying that a Soldier should have no Other wife than the service...William North to AH, 12Nov1799

AND just for amusement:

I thank you My Dear Sir for the military figures you have sent me. Tactics you know are literally or figuratively of very comprehensive signification. As people grow old they decline in some arts though they may improve in others. I will try to get Mrs. Hamilton to accompany in games of Tactics new to her. Perhaps she may get a taste for them & become better reconciled to my connection with the Trade-Militant. AH to McHenry, 21June1799

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*I broke this down in a prior post too, but I’ll repeat it here again: I think the clearest statement of his plan left to us is from the draft of the letter he sent to Philip Schuyler explaining why he wants to break with GW (18Feb1781):

As I cannot think of quitting the army during the war, I have a project of re-entering into the artillery, by taking Lieutenant-Colonel Forrest’s10 place, who is⟩ desirous of retiring on half pay. I have not however made up my mind upon this , Start insertion,head, End,, as I should be obliged to come in the youngest Lt Col instead of the eldest, which I , Start deletion,should, End, , Start insertion,ought to, End, have been by natural succession had I remained in the corps; and , Start insertion,at the same time, End, to resume studies relative to the profession which, to avoid inferiority, must be laborious.

If a handsome command for the campaign in the , Start insertion,light, End, infantry should offer itself, I shall ballance between this and the artillery. My situation ⟨in the latter⟩ would be more , Start deletion,substantial, End, , Start insertion,solid, End, ⟨and permanent;⟩ but as I hope ⟨the war will not last long enough to make it progressive, this consideration has the less force. A command for the campaign would leave me the winter to prosecute studies relative to my future career in life. With⟩ respect to the former, I have been materially the worse for going into his family.11

I have written to you on this subject with all the freedom and confidence to which you have a right and with an assurance of the interest you take in , Start deletion,what, End, , Start insertion,all that, End, concerns me.

This letter implies 1) he had a plan post-military; 2) he had discussed with PS what that plan was, and possibly that six month leave (that never happened because of illness and unavailability) was tied to undertaking some of those studies to be a lawyer, to put himself in better shape to support a family. Being able to do so was important to AH - Philip Hamilton was born Jan 1782, and Angelica would not be born until Sept 1784.

#Alexander Hamilton #Elizabeth Schuyler #Elizabeth S. Hamilton #18th century masculinity #Philip Schuyler #John Laurens #I've always found it interesting that he references Achilles to state his willingness to #throw everything away for a woman (Briseis)

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Helpless {Lams} Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Alex, a mute high school student, finishes his senior year at Lin-Manuel Miranda High School. He ends up meeting John Laurens, a sweet boy who manages to make Alex feel safe. But love doesn't always come easily. It becomes clear to them very soon that Helpless has more than one definition.

Warning: Suicide

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Alex's POV

Alex has always liked the idea of snow. He's also always liked the idea of living in 'the big city'. However, now that he's actually walking through the snow covered streets of New York, he decided that snow is evil, and the 'big city' looks threatening after sunset.

He kicked a rock out of his path on his way to his cousins. I can take care of myself, he thought angrily. By the time he got inside the house, it was dark out.

"Where were you?!" Peter yelled. Alex was startled. He just went for a walk, and he really wasn't gone for long at all. Why was he so upset?

Peter ushered him inside, checking him over for injuries of any sort. "I go to use the restroom for five minutes and you're nowhere to be seen! I was about to call the cops!" he ranted.

I'm sorry, Alex signed, shaking slightly. I just went for a walk.

Peter deflated, seeing that he was scaring the boy. "Well," he said, walking into the kitchen, "the next time you decide to go on a walk, please, please, please, tell me first. You almost gave me a heart attack."

I will, he signed, taking a seat at the table.

"Here," said Peter, "dinners ready." He served Alex and himself a plate then took a seat.

Thanks, signed Alex.

"I know that this isn't an ideal situation for you, and that you would much rather be back in Nevis right now, but I want you to feel comfortable here. Maybe even say a few words every now and then?"

Alex shoved some food in his mouth and avoided eye contact. He hasn't spoken in years, and he definitely wasn't about to start speaking now.

Peter sighed and pushed his food around his plate with his fork. "I remember when I would go to visit y'all each summer when you were little. You were so happy and energetic. You would sing non-stop for hours on end. Why'd you stop, Alex?" He said.

Alex shrugged and looked down at his plate. Peter wouldn't understand. He wasn't there. Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He stood up and put their dirty plates in the sink, before heading to his room with a simple 'goodnight'.

Alex stood up and went to his own room and lied down to go to sleep.

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He was lying in bed with his mom, deathly sick. You could smell their vomit on the sheets. His brother James was taking care of them, nursing them back to health.

Alex's mother was singing to him weakly, trying to comfort him. 'U-un, deux, t-trois, quatre, cinq, s-six, sept, huit, n-neuf,' she sang. Her voice was getting quieter and quieter. She was losing strength quickly.

'U-un, d-deux, t-trois, quatre, c-cinq, s-six, s—' she couldn't even make it to ten. She was gone. Alex held onto his mom, sobbing harshly. Why do they always have to leave?

Alex shot up in bed, breathing heavily. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shook away the memory of that night.

7:30 am. That leaves him with thirty minutes to get ready for his first day of school. He threw on some fresh clothes and brushed his teeth before going to the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. Once he was done, he grabbed his backpack and walked out the front door.

Crap. Peters car was still in the driveway. He was late for work. Alex dropped left backpack on the driveway, and ran inside.

He knocked hurriedly on his cousins bedroom door. No answer. He knocked harder. Still no answer. If this is some kind of 'master plan' to get me to speak, Alex thought, It's not going to work. He turned the knob, and opened the door.

********TRIGGER WARNING*******

There was Peter, hanging from a rope with a chair slightly off to his side. Alex froze at the sight, not believing his eyes. Memories overwhelmed him and he fell to the floor in tears.

A man shoving him against the wall and punching him in the gut. His mother stood powerless off to the side while he cried.

Watching his mom slowly get weaker and weaker while he healed. While he lived.

Being trapped underneath a fallen roof, while his brother was drowned by the rising waters.

Alex stood up and ran out of the house and to the neighbors. He pounded on their door until a man came out looking startled. Alex tried to say something. Anything. But he couldn't even get out a simple 'help'. He was too choked up.

He grabbed the man by the wrist and rushed him into the house and to Peter's room, gesturing wildly. The man gasped in shock before pulling out his phone and calling for help.

Alex watched as they covered Peter's body in a white sheet. They said that he was gone before Alex had even woken up.

Alex spent that night at a nearby boys home. His last thought before falling asleep was, 'Why do they always leave?'

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That next morning, a social worker found Alex some foster parents. Their names were Martha and George Washington, and they were the closest available foster parents who knew sign language.

The ride to their house was silent. When they got inside, Mr. Washington showed Alex to his room so that he could unpack. He put all of his clothes in the drawers and placed his stuffed lion, Lin, neatly on the bed. Eventually, he was called down to eat lunch.

While they ate, Mr. Washington told Alex about the new school he would be going to. "There are these boys in your grade called John, Hercules, and Lafayette," he explained, "They're very friendly with everyone, and will probably try to befriend you immediately. They can be a bit overwhelming, but they mean well."

Alex nodded, not really listening. He continued to push his food around his plate. "Son, you need to eat," said Mr. Washington.

Don't call me son, Alex signed. He grudgingly took a bite of his food before pushing his plate to the center of the table.

"I know that you've been through a lot these past few days," the man said tiredly, "but we need you to cooperate with us so that we can help you. Son—"

I'm not your son, Alex signed, tears already forming in his eyes as he got worked up.

"I understand that your hurt and upset," Washington said. No he doesn't, Alex thought, he wouldn't understand unless all of it happened to him.

"And you have every right to be," he continued, "I just want you to know, son—"

CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!, Alex signed aggressively, standing up from his seat. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the shocked faces of Mr. & Mrs. Washington. He ran his hand through his hair before signing weakly, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.

He ran upstairs while holding in tears, only letting them out once the door was closed. Everything's moving too fast, he thought, I just need everything to slow down. He laid on the bed and held Lin, the only thing of his that survived the hurricane, to his chest while he sobbed.

A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts. "Alex?" A female voice said. Mrs. Washington. "We just want you to know that if you ever need to talk, we're here, okay? Sleep well."

Alex only relaxed when he heard her footsteps fade away. He didn't trust these people. They're practically strangers. His only comfort that night was the hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be better.

#lams #fanfic #angst #hamilton #high school #mute

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Apologia

No...I didn’t forget to make the tumblr post again...

Anyway, this one is rated E on AO3 but it’s only because of one scene. For tumblr, I will be cutting that out and just picking up where we left off. It might be a little awkward but it’s not like you’re really missing stuff necessary for the plot. (Also it��s a little western au! because why not!) Oh! so for reference, without the smut it’s rated T:) annd for your benefit, this one has major character death, guns, and (I can’t think of how to word this) someone in a position of power having sex with someone underneath them (But it is cut out!! So just implied!!) keep yourself happy and safe! :)

Apologia: A defense of one’s opinions or actions

Charles Lee was murdered in his mansion on June 2nd, 1873. One eyewitness claims Gilbert de Lafayette was the one who exited the room after the murder. Fooled by the pretty face, Sheriff Washington believes Lafayette when he claims he is innocent.

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Charles Lee was killed in his mansion on June 2, 1873. The gunshot wound was dead center in his skull, so they looking for either a marksman or a lucky shot. There were scratches on the floor, and bruises to Lee’s neck and arm. Eyewitnesses say they heard shouting and fighting before a gunshot was fired. Only one person actually saw who left the room.

Washington hated to make an arrest based off of one witness, but if he didn’t arrest someone there would be fear and commotion in town. People liked their justice whether it was right or wrong, they always wanted a guilty party to point their fingers at.

Lafayette had looked terrified when he woke him up, showing him his sheriff badge and said he was arresting him for the murder of Charles Lee. His eyes had grown wide, his hands started shaking as he cried that it was not him, he was framed! Washington told him it wasn’t an official arrest, they needed to hold him in custody until a more thorough investigation could be done.

Murder was nothing new to Washington, out in the West there were always gunfights and crime, the people never seemed to know how to settle their disputes like adults. But Lafayette was different.

He wasn’t the first man to cry that he was framed, but he was one of the first people George felt inclined to believe. Maybe it was the way he quietly sobbed as Washington walked him back to the station, how he didn't even put up a fight as he locked him in the lone cell in his office.

As he continued his work throughout the day, he was always aware of Lafayette sulking and crying. He had never seen a man accused be so despondent. He hoped the evidence worked in his favor.

“Sir?” His unsteady voice spoke up. Washington looked up from his desk, surprised to hear the voice at all. “Will I be allowed to eat anything?” His heart ached at the quiet question, so innocent and sweet. He was confident someone like this could never kill another.

“You will.” He nodded, getting up to walk to Lafayette’s lone cell. “You will tomorrow morning.”

“How long will I be here?” He sniffled, standing up to meet Washington.

As he edged out of the shadows Washington could make out the redness and puffiness of his eyes, his beautiful face covered in red splotches from all the crying he’d done. Lafayette rested his hand on the bars.

He swallowed, wanting to cheer him up but not wanting to lie to him. “It’s a high profile case, so you won’t be here long.”

“But it wasn’t me, sir! I swear!” Washington watched the desperation strain his face, saw how shiny his eyes became before fresh tears started slipping down.

“It’s alright, Gilbert.” George pushed his hand through the bars to nuzzle and brush away his tears. A content sound escaped Lafayette as he leaned into the touch, his face warm. Washington stayed there a moment longer, admiring his long lashes, his cute nose, his big eyes.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and removed his hand from Lafayette when warmth began to bubble low in his stomach at the sight of him tenderly pressing his cheek to his hand. His eyelids fluttered open and he stared at George, eyes dark and hungry.

“Are you sure there is nothing I can do to convince you, sir?” He bit his lower lip. He shuddered at the way the words came out, low and quiet, in that gorgeous accent that only made the heat grow.

He couldn’t hardly remember the last time he allowed himself such pleasantries. What consequence could there be? He wouldn’t open the cell door, no one was going to come knocking on his door that night. Everyone was gone. They were completely alone.

Lafayette’s heavy gaze looked him up and down, settling on his trousers before slowly meeting his eyes again. It should have bothered George that this man knew all too well what he was doing, but he pushed those feelings aside, allowed his wants to overtake his minds. Such a sweet face offering him such a sweet gift. What man could refuse?

~(some smut later, laf asks him to open his cell door for reasons)~

He was supposed to be smarter than this, he was supposed to weigh all his choices before he made a decision. It was his job to not be a fool who did whatever pretty boys said.

He fumbled for the keys and unlocked the cell, hands still shaking from the heat this man made him feel.

The air was pushed out of his lungs as the man’s elbow blew him back and then there was his gun pointed right at his forehead.

Lafayette cocked it with a click.

Shit.

“Gilbert, put the gun down.” Washington warned.

Lafayette narrowed his eyes at him.

“I do not want to do this, George.”

He was frozen where he stood, heart hammering so loud it made his chest ache. “There is a better way to do this, we can come to an agreement-”

“It is nothing personal, but I cannot stay here.”

“You don’t have to kill me.”

He shook his head, “I do. You know too much now.”

“Lafayette they will know it was you, what do you accomplish by killing me?”

He laughed, shrill and dangerous. “What I accomplish is buying myself some time.”

“For what?” He gasped.

“That’s not something you get to know.” He growled. “I’m not going to apologize for doing this, I don’t regret doing this at all, in fact.” He titled his head to the side, his little smile not so cute now. “I am going to get my revenge no matter who stands in my way.”

“Lafayette, wait-!”

He fired the gun, shot so loud it sounded as if it cracked the air. The last thing Washington saw was Lafayette’s face, looming over him and frowning in disgust before he blacked out, never to wake up again.

***

And that concludes this fun week!:) Thank you so much for joining me and you can read the full fic here https://archiveofourown.org/works/28536639 !

#my word of the day challenge #washette

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malarkis · 6 years ago

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TURN drunk/drinking headcanons

had a lil drinky dranks with friends and got thinking about this afterwards. im pretty sure someone else did this though. i think i got everyone, so it’s a bit long and honestly just for shits and giggles. i am very sorry ------------------------ Ben Tallmadge - boy finally lETS LOOSE, but not in a wild way. he’s just overly friendly and will laugh at about anything. greets random people at the party. red as a tomato. first to hit that “oh god why did i do this” stage of sobering up Abraham Woodhull - the absolute madman. there is no dare he doth not do. ends up standing on a table at some point. ends most sentences in “ man” at a certain level of half drunk-half sober. falls off most surfaces. terrible balance Mary Woodhull - cheering on Abe at the start of the night. can probably down more than anyone else there. queen of the shots. drunkenly worrying about Abe by the end of the night. tipsy walks back to the car, but knows exactly where they parked Anna Strong - she and Mary are a force to be reckoned with in any drunken competition, simply abort all hopes of winning. stupidly good at aiming when drunk. probably makes a game out of it and has a few others cheering her on. drunkenly teaches you something. sobers up the fastest and check on everyone. probably one of the last ones and helps clean up and chats with you during Caleb Brewster - no idea why but i see him as the first to start, but also the one who can hold is alcohol the best?? the conscious mother hen drunk. never truly out of control. saving ben from something. mixes random drinks that sound awful but taste gr8. doesn’t know how to use the shaker, but looks cool with it anyway. unofficial guidance counsellor of the night

Washington - doesn’t actually get heavily drunk, but hits that borderline tipsy sometime during the night. actually knows how to use the shaker and looks cool with it anyway. will sit you down for a lecture on different whiskies or something. will call someone son by the end of the night. strong and affirming back pats Peggy Shippen - that one girl crying in the bathroom. but also that one girl you befriend in the bathroom and plan a drunken brunch with. came with andré but lost him somehow. 50+ pictures of you two together looking gr8 and remembers to tag you later on John André - started off strong, but got a lil bit weepy. perked right back up though - what a champ. came with peggy but lost her somehow. the sloppy fancy drunk who everyone had a nice time with. brought some imported alcohol. brings out the flute at the end of the night when about five of you are left. bad relationship advice Alexander Hamilton - one man drunken debate team. would probably win said debate anyhow. see saws between happy drunk to angry drunk in a few minutes. probably brings up conspiracy theories at some point. that one guy who you’ll chill with at the end of the party, probably on a lawn chair or something, just talking as you sober up Abigail - drunk or sober, she’s your Best friend at the party. would try not to get drunk, but let herself have a little fun because she works HARD. will hold up your hair while you vom. drunken witty comebacks and jokes for days Akinbode - can and will outdrink you. probably will compete with Mary at some point. intense drunk. he came to have a good time and he’s having it, but he’s also tired and spacing out. starts out strong, but also the one you need to check on later on and tap on the shoulder to see if they’re alive. dancey dancey Edmund Hewlett - nervously agrees to get turnt, but has a gd ball afterwards. you lose him mid party and find him with some sort of pet. laughing at his own jokes, but its endearing. got drunk on like sherry or something. does ONE dumb thing, quiet regret. Feels It(TM) when Coldplay’s “Yellow” plays at some point. brings out a board game. ends up in the pool but not by choice. John Simcoe - is the one who got Hewlett into the pool by some strange reason. not the first to get drunk, but definitely not the last. bit of a close talker. somehow ends up in a bit of a tussle during the party. wanders aimlessly around the house. forgot what he was looking for. you find him in the basement or den looking through music or something. originally came because Anna did. taking André’s bad advice Lafayette - voted most fun at the party. the endearing and a little clingy drunk. makes like 10 new friends even if they cannot understand one another. random yelling/singing in french. gets his new friends to sing in french with him, albeit poorly. nonetheless he is impressed. “i love you guys so much” x20. last to sober up. doesn’t realize how loud he is. losses all consciousness on the way home. probably sent you a novel of drunk texts Robert Townsend - “I’m so tired of being here”. watching over Abe and the gang, but also getting quietly turnt. actually has really good music and secretly gets to the aux/speakers. designated driver. makes coffee for everyone at some point. it’s probably his house and he puts up the “leave by nine” banner Robert Rogers and Sackett and Papa Townsend - who invited their horribly Bad Influence uncles to the party?? ratchet mixology crash course in the kitchen. pitching ideas to the young’uns. bad jokes. hijacks the music at some point - their choices range from absolute bangers to why do you even have this???? Ensign Baker - still a Good Boy. took the longest to get drunk, but got there somehow. probably took one of the drinks made by Sackett or Rogers and passed out somewhere on the couch. helps Anna with the cleaning afterwards, still drunk yet aware enough to tell you to text him when you get home safely. also insists on walking people out when they leave and saying bye, it’s not his house though Benedict Arnold - the worst drinking companion. everything is a competition and he will hijack several conversations during the night. please dont give him the speakers/aux chord. the spotify DJ feat. unwanted ads. bets galore. news flash, he lost all of them. just as bad as when he’s sober. please go home

#turn washington's spies #turn amc #john graves simcoe #ben tallmadge #caleb brewster #edmund hewlett #alexander hamilton #abe woodhull #mary woodhull #anna strong #john andre #peggy shippen #marquis de lafayette #ensign baker #god there are so many haLP #turn crackpost #robert townsend

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runningonmarvel · 6 years ago

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little things in Hamilton

I was extremely, extremely lucky to be able to see Hamilton again tonight, so I made a list of some of the little things in the show that I just love, especially from the specific show I saw.

Act 1

Burr in a red-blood-wine coat when everyone else is in white, even from the beginning

desperate™ Hamilton trying to talk to Burr

Hamilton already touching/hugging Laurens as soon as they meet

Hamilton and Laurens walking off with their arms around each other after the story of tonight

Hamilton and Laurens doing two handshake hugs in less than two minutes

just so much unnecessary touching between Hamilton and Laurens

in my shot, at first Hamilton is just by himself and kind of standing still but the ensemble gradually joins in until everyone’s dancing bc they’re caught up in his ideas

Eliza bopping Peggy’s nose in the Schuyler sisters

the entirety of farmer refuted honestly. what a genius song

Hamilton literally jumping up on the box with samuel seabury

King George stomping his foot and the lighting turns blue above him

also rowing his staff like an oar

the staging and the lighting in right hand man my god it’s amazing

throughout the whole show: Burr serving as the only one “out of time” who can sing with perspective and see the entire scenario to the end play out

Peggy’s celebratory dancing with Eliza’s letters from Alexander in both helpless and satisfied

Hamilton celebrating by dancing after Philip Schuyler gives him his blessing and then quickly going back to standing maturely when Philip looks over at him with the death stare

Washington fixing Hamilton’s collar before the wedding

Hercules Mullligan as the flower girl; I’ll never be over that

Angelica’s frozen toast as the ensemble and characters spin backwards and the lighting on her

Hamilton and Angelica standing so close in satisfied and he kisses her hand

Hamilton and Eliza stepping away and Eliza facing away while Angelica sings her internal monologue in satisfied

Hamilton and Burr actually sounding like friends in story of tonight reprise: smiling and bantering

Laurens getting offended when Hamilton starts talking to Burr and then drunkenly asking about Theodosia

Charles Lee looking genuinely offended when Hamilton calls him inexperienced and ruinous

Hamilton’s hand on Eliza’s stomach in that would be enough

Burr literally climbing on the rail and jumping up and down to convey how excited he is about Lafayette. relatable

passing the letter around in guns and ships until it gets to Hamilton

Eliza kissing Hamilton before he goes off to fight

the harmonies in right hand man and history has its eyes on you

Washington taking off his hat when he’s vulnerable

Hamilton repeating “history has its eyes on me” to himself softly while Washington says it the second time

Hamilton sheathing the sword Washington gave him in time with the music

waving the coats around before Hercules Mulligan jumps out in Yorktown

Hamilton’s boots

Laurens’s high note when he dies

Hamilton continuing to talk to the jury while Burr roasts him

in non-stop, the turntable taking Angelica away from Hamilton while he watches her and the turntable brings Eliza to him

Washington being physically above Hamilton but Hamilton is still so confident and sure

Hamilton letting go of Angelica’s and then Eliza’s hands so he can go to the top of the stairs

Act 2

Jefferson pointing out into the crowd in what’d I miss

Madison giving Jefferson a nod like “this is what we’re dealing with” after Alexander cuts in to introduce himself

that mic drop in cabinet battle 1

Madison’s love for his handkerchief

Philip smiling so big after he counts to nine and kicking his feet

then throwing his hands up and running up when he finishes his poem

the callbacks to helpless in say no to this

pink light on Angelica while she narrates her letter to Hamilton

Maria turning away while James Reynolds reads off his letter

Angelica and Eliza being missing for so long around say no to this

all the subtle ensemble consume changes just…. wow

Burr watching from the walkway above for the first cabinet battle

Burr sitting in the chair in the second cabinet battle because he’s a senator

and nodding along with everything jefferson says

the mirror table in the room where it happens

Maria standing in the back for all of act 2 until hurricane and the reynolds pamphlet

Burr awkwardly going up to Jefferson after cabinet battle 2 and starting to sing about washington

the silence in the audience after “southern motherfucking democratic republicans!”

“follow the money and see where it leads” foreshadowing we know

Washington stepping forward as he takes over singing the address in one last time and hamilton steps back

the entire ensemble getting together in coats to appreciated George Washington

Maria subtly standing behind the Hamilton family in one last time

king george making his assistant move the stool over so he can sit

the red flash in the Adams Administration

Jefferson grabbing the letter in we know and squinting at it with the most incredulous look on his face

Philip standing on the walkway in the shadows during we know

“alexander, rumors only grow. and we both know what we know” followed by the blue lighting and piano

THE WHOLE STAGING DURING HURRICANE: PASSING THE LETTER AROUND AND MARIA HANDS HIM THE PEN AND SLOW MOTION AND EVERYTHING

the incredible amount of paper thrown around the stage in the reynolds pamphlet

Washington giving Hamilton the most disappointed look of anyone ever when he reads the Reynolds pamphlet

the actual fake play with a play happening during blow us all away

Philip pointing his gun up before they even start counting

Eliza’s scream in stay alive reprise and moving her hand away

Hamilton actually sobbing so much in it’s quiet uptown that it’s hard for him to say his lines

Madison crying in his handkerchief, desperate to get back to politics

Burr smiling so big because he’s so sure Hamilton will support him

Jefferson’s reaction of surprise and happiness and a little dance and Burr’s smile slowly fading from shock to anger

Hamilton sending like twenty letters to Burr while he leans on the staircase in shock

the ensemble doing Burr’s weird dances in slow motion while he rages at Hamilton

the finality of the world was wide enough

“near the same spot my son died is that why”

the ensemble member playing the bullet

Hamilton trying to go stand on the box during his monologue like he did in my shot but the bullet is already too close so he has to get down

the sadness in “Burr, my first friend, my enemy”

the philip/laurens actor spinning around to play both of them in two seconds

Eliza just missing Hamilton when he mentions her in his monologue

the stage clearing so quickly and suddenly it’s just him and burr and the dark

Angelica gets to say: “every other founding father story gets told. every other founding father gets to grow old”

the actress for eliza singing “will they tell our story?” instead of “will they tell your story?”

Hamilton and Eliza walking around each other as the ensemble sings and then him guiding her forward at the end

the gasp

#hamilton #lams #hamliza #hamgelica

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coffeeflavoredtearsold · 6 years ago

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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Pt. 2

Read it on AO3 HERE

PART 1 // NEXT PART

“What are you talking about?” Was all John got to say before Lafayette begun to shout at him in rapid French. He barely understood the language as it is, only catching short phrases and words, such as Que diable, Pourquoi voudrais-tu, and Vous ne méritez pas quelqu'un comme Alexander. After a few moments, Hercules walked up from behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Laf, you’re speaking in French. You know John doesn’t speak it too well.” Hercules’ voice was calm, but from the bits of what he understood of Lafayette’s rant, he knew his calm was more than not knowing why. He understood that they knew he had dumped Alexander.

“It’s probably best I don’t understand it all to well, from the bits and pieces I did understand.” John said with a scoff. He felt bad, after what James had told him, but he also knew it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“Oh, so it doesn't matter to you? It doesn’t matter that Alex is falling apart, and can barely hold himself together? Does he mean nothing to you? Did you not care about him as much as you claimed? He just cried for ages, at the slight mention of your name. John you may have just broken Alexander.” Lafayette had worked John into a corner, looking as if he could hit him at any moment.

“Laf, I’m sorry. I started a new medication-” He was cut off again by Lafayette’s persistent yelling.

“No! Don’t try to blame this on anything other than yourself. I’ve never seen him this upset. Not even when he and Eliza had broken up, and you know how bad that one had hurt him.” And he did. Alexander had barely been able to get out of bed for days, and when he did he wouldn’t eat. “The poor man hasn’t had anything other than coffee and a granola bar since you broke his heart. Ad you did more than end the relationship, John. By leaving him like that you just ended your friendship. So congratulations.”

John watched as Lafayette raised a hand to hit him, and he flinched back. John shut his eyes, waiting for it to come. He knew he deserved it. If he was as bad as Lafayette said, he knew he had messed up. He waited for a few moments before opening his eyes, only to see Hercules holding Lafayette’s hand back. “Come on, Laf. Let’s go before you do something you’ll regret.” Lafayette nodded and allowed himself to be lead out by his boyfriend, leaving John there, sitting in the corner. Before the two left, he heard Hercules saying, “You need to find a way to fix this. Alex is a disaster right now.” before leaving. From the tone in Hercules’ voice, however, he knew he was the one who needed to leave.

»»————- ————-««

Later that night, Alexander eventually fell asleep. It was restless. He opened his eyes, only to see he was standing in a corner, Lafayette and Hercules standing in front of him with devious smiles playing on their lips.

“Why am I in a corner…?” He asked tentatively.

“Well because you need to know, just how weak you truly are. John was right. You are the weakling of the group.” Lafayette’s accent was thick as he spoke, something that Alexander knew only occured when he was truly annoyed. “Worthless” He spit the word at him.

“W-wait, Laf?” His voice began to shake as he held in tears. They knew he hated being called weak. Hated people using his size to make fun of him.

“Aww. Look, Laffy. He’s gonna cry. Like the tiny little thing he is.” Hercules wrapped an arm around Lafayette lovingly, smiling at the small chuckle his comment got from him. “He’s so useless.”

Alexander felt the tears begin to run down his face, shutting his eyes tightly as if it would make them disappear. He listened to them laughing at him, before opening his eyes and shooting up in his bed, his face wet with tears. After a moment he begun to cry again, pulling his knees closer to his chest. He shoved his face in his knees as he let out a sob, shaking like crazy. He continued to cry like that for however long, it felt like hours to him, before feeling a hand on his shoulder and hearing a voice with a thick, sleepy southern accent speak to him.

“Shh… You alright Alex?” He felt Thomas sit on his bed next to him, giving him no warning when he latched on to him as if his life depended on it.

“I-I…”

“Shh~” He felt a hand begin to gently rub his back while he cried.

Despite him being mid breakdown, he was happy that Thomas was there. He didn’t know why, but his presence soothed him. He closed his eyes, gently nuzzling Thomas’ chest.

“I-I’m sorry f-for-” He was cut off before he got a chance to continue to apologise.

“Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Alexander nodded, loosening his grip on Thomas.

Alexander continued to cry, his sobs slowly becoming fewer and farther between. When Thomas finally dared to talk, he pulled away a little so he could see the immigrant’s face. “Would you mind telling me what your nightmare was about?” This brought on some more tears, and Thomas pulled him close again, deciding to let him tell him in his own time.

After a while, Alexander finally spoke. “Laf and Herc were mailing fun of me… calling me worthless, telling me… telling me J-John,” He said the name with a mix of longing and anger. “John was right for leaving me the way he did.” He felt tears falling down his face again, but continued on, feeling Thomas’ grip on him tighten. “Telling me I was weak, and small, and useless… They just laughed and watched me cry… they were enjoying my pain.” By the end of what he was saying, he was bawling again.

“Shh… You know neither of them would ever act like that, right?” Thomas paused, continuing when he felt Alexander nod against his chest. “They’d never hurt you, okay? And if they did I’ll always be here for you.”

It took a while for Alexander to calm down enough to try to go back to sleep, but when Thomas moved to geet up, Alexander grabbed his hand.

“Hm?” Thomas looked back to Alexander, who was looking at him nervously.

“Stay?” Alexander asked quietly, glad his blush was hidden by the darkness in their room.

Sensing that Alexander truly needed someone with him, he nodded, laying down next to him on the small bed. Thomas wrapped his arms around Alexander, pulling him close into his chest, closing his eyes. Thomas did his best to stay awake until he heard Alexander’s breath even out, finally allowing himself to give into the sleepiness creeping behind his eyelids.

»»————- ————-««

The next morning, Lafayette and Hercules got coffee and donuts for everyone from the local coffee shop. Lafayette made sure he had Alexander’s favorite, and a giant cup of black coffee for him. When they got to the dorm, they knocked, and upon hearing no response, decided to use Lafayette’s spare key to get inside. When they walked in, the first thing Lafayette noticed was that Thomas’ bed was empty. The second thing he noticed was that Thomas was in Alexander’s bed, snuggled up with him.

Lafayette let out a loud gasp, smiling and giggling at the sight. He had always said the two would be a cute couple. They were so different, yet so similar. It was one of the many things he had noticed, with growing up with Jefferson, and living with Alexander when they had been taken in by the Washingtons.

Hercules smiled at him, setting the food and coffees down to take a few photos, before watching Lafayette walk beside the bed, letting out a loud scream, which woke both of them up quickly. Alexander and Thomas both shot up, their faces turning a shade of red when they noticed Lafayette and Hercules.

The aforementioned men broke out in laughter, Thomas awkwardly moving over to his bed, glad he had worn sweatpants to bed the night before. It would have looked so much worse had he been in nothing but his boxers.

When Lafayette and Hercules finally calmed down, Alexander decided to speak. “I-It wasn’t what it looked like, Laf, I-” He was cut off by Lafayette shushing him.

“Doesn’t matter, mon petit lion, Just don’t get hurt.” Alexander nodded, looking over to Thomas and smiling a bit. “Oh! And we brought food!” Lafayette added quickly, walking over to the cus and grabbing Alexander’s handing it to him.

Alexander took the cup gratefully, taking a few quick chugs of the drink before setting it down on the nightstand.

They ate the donuts in peace, the only time things got riled up being when Alexander stole half of Herc’s coffee, downing it in a couple of gulps. After a while of talking, James came in, giving them a disapproving look when he noticed the empty cups and box of donuts. Despite this, he walked over and sat down next to Thomas, joining in on the conversation.

The five of them hung out casually throughout the day, deciding to order food instead of sending someone to get it. By the time night rolled around, they had decided to play Cards Against Humanity. They sat n a circle on the ground, Alexander to the left of Thomas, James on Thomas’ right, and Lafayette in Hercules’ lap, next to Alexander and James.

After a while of playing normally, they decided to have whoever wins each round take a shot. It only took a little bit for Alexander and Lafayette, bless their fucked up humor, to be wasted, Thomas was borderline drunk by this point and Hercules and James’ innocent lil minds were both fine.

Alexander looked up at Thomas with a smile before scooting closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder. Lafayette watched them for a moment before breaking out in giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Hercules asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, you see, for years. Like it's been a while. I’ve always told them they'd be cute together.” Alexander and Thomas turned red, knowing full well of the frenchman’s failed attempts to get them together over the years. “They’re so different, yet they’re literally the same person.”

“Oh shut up Laf. I’m just tired, and he’s the closest person.” Alexander looked pointedly at Lafayette while he spoke.

Lafayette noticed a glimpse of something flashover Thomas’ face when Alexander spoke, not catching what it was, and deciding to figure it out later. He was too drunk to deal with it then. “Okay okay. Fine.”

They continued to play their game, Thomas at one point wrapping his free arm around Alexander, he couldn’t remember when.

“We should get going. It’s getting late.” James finally said. Thomas nodded in agreement, noticing Alexander slowly falling asleep against him.

“Alright. See you guys later.” Thomas waited for the others to leave before carefully picking up Alexander and setting him in his bed. He turned to head to his bed, only to be stopped by Alexander loosely grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t leave…” Alexander slurred.

“You sure?” All Thomas got in response was a nod and Alexander scooting over to make room. With a sigh, Thomas laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around the small immigrant.

“Am I not allowed to sleep in my bed anymore?” He asked jokingly, only then noticing Alexander was already asleep. Thomas smiled, enjoying how peaceful he looked, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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anatraart · 6 years ago

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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Part 13

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No matter what they tell you

Alexander opened his eyes to a blinding light. He fist assumed it was a hospital, but they he noticed he was standing, and only feet in front of him stood John only, he looked much healthier. Without hesitation he ran over and wrapped his arms around him, letting himself cry a little bit. John wrapped his arms around him, and Alexander noticed he was freezing cold.

“Alexander, you have to listen. Thomas still needs you.” John kissed the top of his head and Alexander looked up at him.

“But, I miss you. I miss you so much John.”

“I know, Alex. But you’re still so young. You can’t join me just yet.” John seemed so calm, and it was only angering Alexander. He pulled away and looked him over.

“John please. Please. I can't take it anymore. I want to be with you again please. Please let me die already.”

“I can’t, Alexander. It’s not time for you to come with me yet. I need you to go back, and stay with Thomas. He can take care of you.”

“Please…”

“No. Do whatever you need to do to get over me, but please. You’ve been so happy. What about Laf and Herc? Or the Washingtons. What about Thomas, and his sisters? Are you really ready to leave them all?” Alexander shook his head at John’s words. He was right. There was so much. It was too easy to let go though… To come join John wherever he was and wait patiently for the others to join them. But if he let go, what would it do to the others?

“Okay.”

John smiled. “I love you Alexander. Stay strong for me.”

The next thing Alexander knew there was darkness, then nothing.

»»————- ————-««

Raise a glass to all of us.

The amount of relief that flooded through everyone when a nurse came out to tell them he was stable again was unbelievable. “But for now, he can no longer have visitors until we know he is completely stable. I suggest going home and getting some rest, we’ll call when we know for sure.” Thomas saw everyone nod, and he knew he should agree, but he didn’t want to leave Alexander. Not after what had just happened.

Before Thomas got a chance to argue, Lafayette grabbed his wrist and started dragging him away. Deciding it wasn't worth it to argue, he let himself be dragged into a car, driven back to the college, and dragged to Lafayette and Hercules’ dorm. “I should go get some of my things Laf-”

Thomas had tried to slip away, but Lafayette was insistent. “Nonsense. I will go get your things, as I don’t think I can trust you to be in there alone right now.” Before he got another work in Lafayette left, leaving Thomas alone with Hercules.

“I’d just give it up. Besides, I’d bet you almost anything he’s going to steal one of Alexander’s sweaters. He did the same thing after John…” Hercules trailed off and Thomas understood why. It had become almost a mutual agreement that they didn’t directly say it, but everyone knew.

“Alright…” He sat on the couch and pulled his knees to his chest, closing his eyes. “This whole thing just sucks. Like it’s one thing after another and we never seem to get a break.”

Hercules snorted, and when Thomas opened his eyes he noticed for the first time that Hercules had been crying. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and it looked like he hadn’t slept much. “You can say that again. Alexander and John were like the glue to our little group. Without John, I never would have met Laf, and had Alexander not come along John would have been gone much sooner.”

It took a moment for him to understand, but as soon as he realised what Hercules was implying he felt even worse for the way he had treated John. But right now he wasn’t the one in a coma. His fate was sealed and decided. Everything was still so uncertain with Alexander, and Thomas didn’t want to think about what he’d do if he lost him. He already felt like he was losing James.

Wait. “You have a few classes with James, right?”

“Yeah, although he hasn’t been in any of them in almost a week. I actually expected him to show up at the hospital to help calm you down.”

“Something had to have happened though. It’s unlike him to just disappear like that. Last time we talked everything seemed to be fine.”

“I don’t know man. We can file a missing persons report in the morning if you want, but for now let’s get some rest.” Thomas nodded, taking his things when Lafayette came back and changing into one of the sweaters Alexander had stolen from him a while back that still smelled like him and a pair if sweats.

When he re-emerged from the bathroom, he ended up passing out on the couch, not having it in him to care.

»»————- ————-««

Tomorrow there’ll be more of us

It was weird waking up alone after so long of having someone there. When Thomas woke up the next morning, he groaned as memories of the past two days came flooding back. The accident, Alexander lying motionless in a bed, Alexander’s heart monitor flatlining.

He sat up and looked around, noticing Lafayette’s dorm room was empty. Thomas checked his phone to see a text from Lafayette.

BaguetteMom:

Herc and I went to go get some coffee and breakfast. We’ll be back soon.

Thomas hated every moment of just laying about, and ended up pacing the room until Lafayette and Hercules returned. They both had concerned looks on their faces, but both ignored Thomas’ obvious distress. The trio sat down on the couch and loveseat and passed out the food, eating in silence for a bit.

“So, Laf. Have you heard anything from James in the past week? I haven’t been able to get ahold of him and I don’t know what happened to him.”

“I haven’t heard anything from him. Hasn’t shown up to any of the classes I have with him either.”

Later that day they would go to the police station to file a missing persons report. Little did they know it would be the beginning of the end.

»»————- ————-««

Telling the story of tonight.

They got the call at three pm, and the speed in which they all were out the door must have been record time. Arriving at the hospital, they rushed into the front desk, who told him the room Alexander was in. Thomas didn’t give a flying fuck that Hercules and Lafayette were standing there, when the door was open, he rushed to Alexander’s side, taking his hand. He was relieved it was still warm, and despite how much he wished Alexander was awake, was relieved at the steady beat of his heart monitor.

Thomas let out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding. After a few moments Lafayette sat on the bed by Alexander’s feet and Hercules took a chair. They had about thirty minutes of tranquility before his sisters were barging into the room, Lucy with a Krispy Kreme box in hand and Mary holding a trays of coffee.

“We come bearing gifts!” Lucy said with a smile that seemed to lighten up the room. They passed out the donuts and coffee, Thomas unable to touch his. For some reason he didn’t want to drink it. Seeing Alexander laying there, he couldn’t help but think if he was up he would have stolen it by now and complained about the fact there was milk and sugar in there. He smiled at the thought and took a bit of his donut.

“So, how are you all holding up? Any information we should know about?” Mary set down her cup, eyes flitting around the room.

“Nothing about Alexander, but…” Lafayette started, trailing off.

“James is missing.” Thomas finished for him.

Lucy and Mary both gasped. “Wait, like, James-I-used-to-always-carry-a-pocketknife?”

“Yes. What other James would we be talking about?”

“Oh.” The girls said in unison.

“So, what did the police say?” Mary asked.

“Said they’d look into it, try and find him. For some reason they can’t track his phone, and the last place they could was in the dorms.”

“So they have nothing? Not even an idea as to where he is?”

“Exactly.” Thomas felt his stomach fill with dread. Something was definitely going to happen to him.

»»————- ————-««

Let’s have another round tonight.

BaguetteMom created the group “Get Thomas some damned help”

BaguetteMom added HorseFucker, PegLeg, OkayMom, and SpecialChild to “Get Thomas some damned help”

SpecialChild:

Hey! Why is my name “Special Child”?

OkayMom:

Shush. You’ve always been the special one.

PegLeg:

I thought I was special!

BaguetteMom:

You are, just not in the way Lucy is.

SpecialChild:

Rude! Also, who the hell is Horse Fucker?

HorseFucker:

It was ONE TIME god damnit!

BaguetteMom:

xD Okay love. Whatever you say.

But down to business.

Plan get Thomas to calm the fuck down and actually take care of himself.

Ideas?

OkayMom:

For starters we need to make sure the guy eats. Maybe make a schedule that rotates every few days, and make sure he’s being fed three meals a day.

HorseFucker:

I doubt we’re gonna tear him away from Alexander long enough to sleep on a normal bed so I guess just hope he’s sleeping while there.

PegLeg:

Maybe convince him someone will be there with Alexander so the guy can bathe.

SpecialChild:

Have you seen how the guy is with his hair? I highly doubt he’d let it get too messed up.

OkayMom:

Lucy. Not the time for your jokes.

BaguetteMom:

I agree. So does everyone agree with everything so far?

HorseFucker:

Yep!

PegLeg:

Yee

OkayMom:

Yeah.

SpecialChild:

Yessss

BaguetteMom:

Good.

»»————- ————-««

Raise a glass to freedom.

Lucy hated seeing her brother like this. She hadn’t seen Thomas look so broken since… ever really. He had always been strong for her and Mary, despite his own personal struggles. It was off setting to say the least. He walked into the room, holding a bag of pastries and two coffees. It was her morning to make sure he ate.

He didn’t seem to notice her until she set the food down on the bed. “Breakfast is served!”

“I told Laf I don’t need you all bringing me food, I’m fine.”

“Thomas, we all know if nobody was bringing you food you’d never sleep. You’re too concerned about Alex, and we get that. Do you know how worried everyone has been? Fuck, man. Everyone is worrying about Alexander, yes, but with the way you’re going everyone thinks you’re going to do something stupid if he doesn’t make it! And not like dropout of school stupid, Thomas. End your own damn life stupid.” She felt tears pricking at the edges of her eyes, blurring her vision. Lucy couldn’t find it in herself to care. “Fuck, I’m terrified. I can’t lose my brother again! Lafayette doesn't have many options with his right now, and here you are, too busy just sitting here to even take care of yourself!”

That was the wrong thing to say, but it was too late. “You think I like seeing him like this Lucy? I fucking walked away from everything. Had you and Mary not agreed with me, had you both chosen your trust funds over your own opinions, I’d fucking be alone right now! Sure, Lafayette might lose his brother. I might lose my entire fucking world! The one fucking person I was willing to do anything, literally anything for. I wish I was the one in that fucking bed because his death would be so much worse on everyone than mine would! You and Mary would be able to get back into your perfect worlds. I have nothing without him. Especially with James missing!

No James, no Alex, no real reason for me to do anything. It would all be so much easier to bear if we at least knew where James was! But no. My best friend is missing and my boyfriend is fucking comatose. Nothing is okay right now!” She didn’t know when they had started crying, but they both were. It fucking sucked. Thomas was helpless and unable to do anything for Alexander, and Lucy was helpless and unable to help her older brother. It fucking hurt like a bitch.

“Thomas, If he doesn’t make it you know you can’t dwell on it. You really should prepare for the worst. It’d hurt so much less if he doesn’t make it.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I can’t just let him go. I can’t do it. Lucy he’s so fucking young and brilliant. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to do that.”

“I know.”

»»————- ————-««

Something they can never take away.

The first thing Alexander could remember was shouting. Shouting? He couldn’t recognise the voices, or any words. Just loud voices screaming back and forth. He then realised he couldn’t see anything, or feel his own body. That was weird. He had no clue how long it was before the voices became understandable, and even then he could only make out bits of what they were saying.

“... James Missing!.... Fucking comatose…” Wait what? “Prepare for the worst.” What did that mean? “Can’t let him go.” It was confusing. Nothing was making sense at the moment. He continued to lay there, but the voices had gone silent. He tried to pick apart at least who they were. They both had a heavy southern drawl, one feminine and one masculine. Okay. That was good. With a little more thinking he determined the guy to be either Thomas Jefferson or John Laurens. He felt like he was missing something, but they were the only two guys he knew who sounded remotely close to his voice.

The female could be anyone. He couldn’t think of anyone who sounded like that, so he brushed it off as either one of John’s sisters or one of Thomas’ sisters. What did they mean by the bits he got? Alexander didn’t get much more time to think, as his consciousness was once again consumed into unconsciousness.

#jamilron #jam ilton fanfic #jamilton fanfiction #fanfis #fanfiction #hamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson

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Howdy kiddos! Well, it’s sure been a while since I posted a lil fic here, but the time has finally come again! This one goes out to @schuylergirls! Happy, happy birthday, kiddo! I hope it’s been fantastic :)

The prompt was what happens to Martha in Heathers with the note from Ram, but with Eliza. This is inspired by that, but I changed a few things... Even the Angst Queen can’t be as dark as Heathers. “Read more” after the first few paragraphs just because this is so long.

Enjoy, and happy birthday, kiddo!!! <333

Eliza Schuyler was on cloud nine. She could not believe that Alexander Hamilton–– the Alexander Hamilton–– had actually written her a love note.

It was weird how it’d all happened, really. Kitty Livingston, Eliza’s cousin, had tracked her down in the hallway between second and third period to thrust the note in her hands. At first, Eliza thought something was wrong because Kitty looked distraught, but Kitty raced off before Eliza could question it. Eliza didn’t have time to race after her cousin, and, besides, her cousin had been spending more and more time around the popular girls lately. Eliza was surprised Kitty had risked being in her presence long enough to give her the note.

Without questioning it further, Eliza dashed off to class, sliding into her seat, practically letting her backpack slam against the floor so she could open the note before the teacher walked in. She unfolded the loose leaf page to reveal a spidery script written in black gel pen:

Dear Eliza,

I've been thinking about you. I miss the simpler times when we were still friends. I'd like you to come to my homecoming party this weekend.

Love, Ham

Eliza had to reread the letter two more times before it hit her: Alexander Hamilton, the boy who had kissed her in kindergarten, still had feelings for her. Alexander Hamilton, the boy she’d had a crush on for the past eleven years, had a crush on her.

Eliza could not believe it. She could not believe it.

She could barely focus for the rest of her classes. All she could think about was lunch period, when she would see Alexander sitting with his friends. Normally, she sat with her sisters and their friends, far away from Alexander, but today–– today things would change.

The morning slowly passed. Eliza swore she could feel each tick of the second hand in the pit of her stomach. When lunch time finally came, she waltzed into the cafeteria with more confidence than she had possessed in the past two and a half years of high school. Angelica noticed the change in her sister right away.

“Someone’s happy today! You do well on that math test?”

Eliza shook her head. “No–– I mean, yeah, I did, but that’s not why I’m so…” she giggled.

“Giddy?” Angelica supplied, an amused eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah,” Eliza said with another laugh. She held the note out to Angelica.

Angelica read it, her brow furrowing in what looked like concern. “Where’d this come from?” she asked, her voice unusually strained.

“Kitty gave it to me!” Eliza said, beaming.

“Um, Eliza, you know Kitty’s been––”

“She’s our cousin, Angelica.” Eliza wasn’t sure what Angelica was going to say, and she didn’t want to know. She dismissed her older sister’s concern with the wave of her hand. “I’m going to go talk to him now.”

Just as Eliza was about to leave, Peggy joined the table.

“What’s up?” Peggy asked. She studied Eliza, her face breaking out into a grin. “Why do you look so––”

“Giddy,” Angelica said flatly.

Eliza passed Peggy the note. Peggy started jumping up and down as she read.

“Oh my gosh! ELIZA! Alexander Hamilton likes you!”

“I know!” Eliza said, jumping up and down with her sister. She glared at Angelica. “I’m glad at least you’re happy for me.”

Peggy smirked as she took in Angelica’s look of disapproval. “She’s just jealous.”

“Am not!” Angelica said.

“Okay, I’m really going now,” Eliza said. She pushed her shoulders back and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. She wanted to appear confident. She felt like Alexander would like a girl with confidence.

Across the cafeteria sat Alexander with his friends, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette. They were laughing over something Alexander had said. John was laughing so hard that milk spurted from his nose, which only made the group laugh even harder.

Eliza would normally be far too intimidated to walk within a ten foot radius of their table, but the note had emboldened her. Alexander wanted her to talk to him.

She was almost there, she was so close––

Someone grabbed her arm. She spun around to see Kitty.

“Oh, hey, Kitty,” she said. “Did you know what the note was about? It turns out that Alex––”

“I didn’t read it, nope,” Kitty said, a nervous tinge to her voice. “Uh, but, uh, I need your advice on something. It’s important.”

Eliza studied her cousin for a moment. Even before Kitty had fallen in with the popular crowd, she’d never exactly asked Eliza for advice. Angelica was typically the advice-giver.

“Oh, uh, sure. What’s up?” Eliza asked.

Kitty led her away from Alexander, back toward the table the Schuyler sisters normally occupied. She sat Eliza down and began talking about how her mom was all up in her business lately and she just didn’t know what to do and…

Eliza sighed. She had really wanted to talk to Alexander, but she didn’t want to be a bad cousin. So she sat there and listened to Kitty babble on and gave some half-hearted advice. She would just have to wait until later that night.

She would just have to wait until Alexander’s homecoming party.

***

“Eliza, are you sure about this?” Angelica asked, anxiety obvious in her voice.

Eliza rolled her eyes as she held up different necklaces in the mirror. “Yes, mom.” She selected the gold necklace with a blue pendant on it. It went perfectly with her navy blue dress. “Stop worrying so much. I don’t know what there is to worry about!”

Angelica was silent for a beat too long. Their eyes met in the mirror.

“What if Kitty… Is tricking you?”

Eliza gasped. “Angie! How could you even think Kitty would do something like that?”

Angie looked down and shrugged. “She’s just been… She’s been hanging out with the wrong crowd. I’m worried they’ve influenced her.”

“She hung out with us for all of lunch today,” Eliza pointed out. “She rarely even did that before, so maybe she’s seeing through them and knows where the true friendship is at?”

Angelica shrugged again. “Yeah, maybe,” she said with a sigh.

Eliza could tell her sister still wasn’t convinced, but she tried not to let it bother her. Maybe Peggy was right, and Angelica was jealous. The thought of Angelica being jealous of her was new to Eliza. All her life, she’d admired and envied Angelica. Was this what it felt like to be the person someone else envied?

Eliza wasn’t sure she liked the feeling. She would much rather Angelica just be happy for her, like Peggy was.

Peggy popped out of the closet, where she’d been going through the girls’ collection of purses. Between the three of them, they had at least twenty.

“I think I found the perfect one!” She held out a gold clutch to Eliza. It matched her necklace perfectly. Peggy was good at making small details come together like that.

“I love it!” Eliza exclaimed. She stared at herself in the mirror.

Behind her, off to one side, Peggy’s face came into view. She beamed at Eliza. Angelica rested her chin on Eliza’s other shoulder. She looked skeptical, but her scowl lightened up a bit when she took in Eliza’s outfit and the smile on her face.

“You look beautiful, Eliza,” Angelica said. “Are you sure you don’t want me or Pegs to go with you?”

“Nah, I’m good! But thanks.” She hugged both her sisters. “Kitty will be there, but I bet once I get to Alexander we’ll have a lot to catch up on…”

Eliza and Alexander had been such good friends when they were five. Of course, everything is easier when you’re five. All they had to have in common back then was the fact that they both liked to play with Hot Wheels and enjoyed building sand castles in the sandbox on the playground.

Eliza knew Alexander liked to write, and that he was a talented debtor, but everyone knew this. He was a journalist for the school newspaper and he had won awards for his debating skills. He probably knew nothing about her. She mostly kept to herself and her sisters.

All the more to talk about, she thought with a smile.

Eliza waltzed down the stairs and into the living room where her parents sat, the younger kids playing with Legos on the floor.

“Well, look at you!” her father declared.

“You look beautiful, sweetie.”

“You ready to go?” Her father stood up.

Eliza wished she didn’t have to rely on her parents to drive her, but she hadn’t exactly wanted to ask Angelica, who she knew disapproved of her going to the party in the first place––

“Actually, I’ll take her.” Angelica stood in the doorway, car keys twirling around her pointer finger.

Eliza wanted to squeal and hug Angelica. Being driven by your cool older sister was infinitely better than being driven by your loving but awkward father.

Philip sank back down into his armchair. “Perfect. You girls have fun!”

“Thanks, Angie,” Eliza whispered as they headed out the door.

“Don’t mention it,” she said. She was clearly trying to be light, but she was failing. Angelica seemed like she was on the lookout for a predator. Like she was just waiting for something catastrophic to happen.

The drive to Alexander’s house was silent, save for the rock music playing on the radio. When they pulled up in front of the house, Eliza couldn’t help but gasp. It wasn’t like Eliza’s family didn’t have money–– they were very wealthy. But Alexander was a level above her.

Alexander was the adoptive son of George and Martha Washington. George was a US senator, and Martha also held some important position in a government agency. What, exactly, she did, Eliza wasn’t sure. Either way, the Washingtons were loaded, and it showed. Their house was huge. They owned land as far as the eye could see. It would be intimidating if there wasn’t bad pop music blasting from somewhere in the dark, and a bunch of high school students gathered on the porch.

“You sure you’re good?” Angelica asked. “I’ll come in if you want…”

Eliza did want her sister to come with her now that she saw how big the party was. But she didn’t want to appear weak. It was weird, she’d never worried about that with her sisters before. But she felt like she had something to prove, and she was going to prove it.

“I’m good,” she said with as much confidence as she could muster up.

“Okay, well, give a call when you’re ready to be picked up.”

Eliza nodded and hopped out of the car. She waved to Angie as she slowly pulled away, exiting the Washingtons’ circular driveway.

Eliza turned to face the Washingtons’ home. She squared her soldiers and marched forward, her flats crunching against the gravel of the driveway. As she approached the porch, she realized it was Kitty who was out there with her popular friends.

A look of horror passed over Kitty’s face when their eyes met. Eliza couldn’t help but feel offended–– how could Kitty spend all of lunch with them, then be disgusted by Eliza’s face just a few hours later?

“Wow, she came,” one of Kitty’s friends snickered.

Before Eliza could comprehend what that meant, Kitty stepped forward.

“Eliza, wow, you came.” Kitty looked paler than usual, which was saying a lot, since Kitty came from the white side of the family and normally looked quite pale.

“Yeah!” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “I’m here to see Alexander. He invited me.”

“Oh… Did he?” Kitty said, her voice quivering.

“Are you looking for our lovely host?” one of Kitty’s friends asked. “He’s in there.” She pointed to the front door.

“Okay, thanks,” Eliza said. “See you in a bit, Kitty!”

“See you, Eliza…”

Eliza pushed the heavy red door open and the music became louder. It didn’t seem to be in English, but in French. The Washingtons’ other adoptive son, Lafayette, was French, so Eliza figured that he was the deejay currently.

She looked around the dimly lit hallway. Girls laughed too loudly at boys’ jokes. One couple was making out against the wall, nearly knocking a portrait that hung there off the wall. Then she heard his laugh. She heard Alexander Hamilton’s laugh.

She turned, and there he was, talking to John Laurens, who was clutching a can of soda and laughing too hard at Alexander’s jokes.

I’ll just say hello…

Eliza crossed the floor until she was standing in front of the two boys.

Alexander looked surprised to see her. “Eliza,” he said.

Her name had never sounded so beautiful.

“I wasn’t going to come, but then I got your sweet note, and I just had to.” She smiled at Alexander.

“What? I didn’t write you a note…”

“What?” Eliza felt something shatter inside of her. She wanted to run, but she was cemented in place.

“Why would he write you a note?” One of the popular girls Kitty was friends with said from behind Eliza. “You’re a nobody!”

Eliza wanted to melt into a puddle. She wanted to seep through the floorboards. She wanted to be anywhere but there.

“Eliza––” Alexander said, reaching out to grab her arm, but Eliza flinched away.

Before she knew what was happening, she’d raced out of the house and down the Washingtons’ driveway. She’d also pulled out her phone and speed dialed Angie on the way.

“Hello?”

“Come get me. Please.”

“Eliza? You just got there––”

“Angie, please,” she said with a sob. “You were right. You were right.”

“Oh, Eliza. I’m coming right now. Stay where you are.” Angie hung up.

Eliza wrapped her arms around her torso, suddenly so cold. She prayed the darkness of night obscured her from the view of anyone still on the porch.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone running across the gravel. The sound stopped behind her.

“Eliza?”

Alexander.

“Eliza, I’m so sorry.”

Alexander appeared in front of her. He looked distraught, and quite disheveled. She loved his disheveled brown hair. He usually wore it in a ponytail or bun, but tonight it was down and messed up from running. It was adorable.

“I didn’t know,” he said quickly. “I had no idea those girls had… Been so cruel.”

Eliza looked down at her flats and pushed around a piece of gravel with the toe of her shoe. “It’s fine. It was stupid, anyway. I don’t know why I believed it.”

“Kitty told me what it said. She said the other girls had put her up to it.”

Kitty did it. She really betrayed me like this.

“Let’s just forget it.” Eliza waved a hand dismissively and went to turn away from Alexander, but his hand landed on her shoulder, freezing her in place.

“I may not have written it, but the sentiment is true.”

Eliza was really frozen now.

“I do miss us being friends. And I’m really happy you came tonight. I don’t want you to go.”

Eliza had no idea what to say, so the first thing she thought of just tumbled out of her mouth. “I already called my sister.”

“Angelica?”

Eliza turned to face Alexander again, his hand falling away from her shoulder in the process. She missed the contact already.

“Yeah.”

“Well, tell her she can stay. I’d love to hang out with you both.” The smile on his face seemed genuine…

Before Eliza could respond, a car pulled up beside her. Angie rolled down the window.

“Leave my sister alone, Hamilton,” she practically growled.

The back window rolled down and Peggy’s face appeared. “Yeah, or you’ll face our wrath!”

“It’s all be a huge misunderstanding,” Alexander said, holding his hands up. “I was just telling Eliza I really want her to stay, and that I would love it if both of you could stay, as well.”

Angie and Peggy turned to Eliza. They were going to let her make the decision.

Eliza shrugged. “Why not?”

Alexander pumped his fist in the air. “Sweet! Come on in, I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

Eliza smiled. “Okay,” she said softly.

Angie parked the car. She and Peggy walked on either side of Eliza as they headed back toward the house. Eliza felt like she had her own security detail.

“Oh, and Kitty and those girls are gone,” Alexander said. “I kicked ‘em out.”

“But they’re popular!” Peggy said, her eyes wide.

Alexander shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, but they messed with one of my friends.” He looked directly at Eliza. “Nobody does that.”

Eliza couldn’t help the smile that overtook her face. Maybe the night wasn’t ruined, after all…

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #peggy schuyler #schuylergirls

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