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ridiculousn3sswrites · 5 years ago

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Wednesday - Student Council Pt. 5

*Lafayette x Reader

*Summary: Burr decides to confront the Reader about her scheme.

*Warnings: Swearing. If I missed anything, let me know!

*A/N: I’m thinking about two more parts to close out the series, and I think this’ll actually be like the third series I actually finish.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

Outfit

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When you got to school the next day, you were immediately intercepted by Aaron. You immediately had a bad feeling, knowing he wouldn’t take your and Lafayette’s explanation without questioning things. “(Y/n), I’d like to discuss some things about the upcoming vote with you,” he said, not even telling you good morning or anything.

“Aaron, you know my rule. I don’t discuss ASB before we have class,” you told him, trying to avoid the conversation altogether. You needed time to figure out how to make the whole lie more believable, and you definitely didn’t need Aaron running to Jefferson and Madison with this information. “I’m still going to be in meetings the next couple days, but you have my email and number if you still want to reach out.”

“This is a conversation that’s better had in person,” Aaron insisted. He looked around before leaning in and lowering his voice. “I don’t suppose you’d want Thomas and Alexander to find out you’ve been manipulating them, now would you.”

Immediately you tensed, but you tried not to let Aaron see how his threat affected you. “I suppose I could fit you in for a lunch meeting, but I will have to leave early to meet some people I’m working on a group project with.”

“That will work just fine. It’ll be a quick conversation anyways.” Aaron began walking away then, apparently done with the conversation at hand. “I’ll see you at lunch, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, immediately getting annoyed with him despite the panic that was threatening to take over. You didn’t even have a plan for where to meet, and he’d already walked away. You began heading over to your first class, trying to figure out a game plan for all of this. Of course Aaron Burr would be the one to ruin your plans, he was always the snake of the class. You either had to convince him that he was wrong about your intentions (even though he wasn’t), he could benefit more from working with you, or it just completely wasn’t worth it to expose your plan to Jefferson and Alexander.

You had four periods to come up with a way to outsmart Aaron, and you were really having trouble with it. If you were being honest, you only truly had three periods to come up with a plan since your fourth period was filled with meetings. Damn your plan to avoid Thomas and Alexander. You didn’t want to ask Lafayette for help, knowing he was uncomfortable with lying when it wasn’t completely necessary and not wanting to rope him into your scheme any more than you already had. It was fine if Aaron dragged your name through the mud, but you would be damned if he did the same to Lafayette.

After a meeting with the head custodian, you received a text from Aaron.

From: Burr 10:45 am

Meet in the chemistry lab. Come alone.

Once again, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Of course Aaron would send something so ominous about a meeting concerning ASB matters. He always had an affinity for the dramatic, though his reputation would argue otherwise. You figured you could continue with the lie Lafayette had so gracefully started for you, and then say you truly weren’t sure about the budget vote because of the added stresses of planning something for your parents’ anniversary. Even if Burr had a reputation for only looking out for himself, truly he would be able to understand doing something nice for others, even if it added onto your workload.

Oh, who were you kidding? This was Aaron Burr you were talking about. You were sure he came out of the womb already planning how he could work this whole ‘life’ thing in his favor. As much as you wanted to believe there was a human side to Aaron, you knew everything he did was calculated. He wouldn’t approach you with this potential blackmail if he wasn’t sure the allegations were credible. You didn’t know how he’d figured it out just from the little snippet of conversation he’d overheard, but he did it. You were sure he’d do some big reveal where he explained how you’d gone wrong, and you were honestly kind of curious to see what he would come up with.

Once the bell for lunch rang, you quickly excused yourself from your conversation with Laf, saying you needed to go to your group project meeting. He was a little confused since you’d told him before your meeting was during the second half of lunch, but he let you go without much questioning. When you got to the chemistry lab, the door was locked. You looked around the hall, seeing if there was anyone around, before pounding on the door. Within seconds it was opened, a bored looking Aaron on the other side. “You know, a text would have done just as well.”

“Apologies, I do have another meeting in fifteen minutes,” you said, walking into the lab and taking a seat on one of the stools. “Now, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“I believe you know what I want-”

“Aaron, for once in your life can you cut the bullshit? Please, just get to the point,” you cut him off. Sure, it wasn’t the best option if he was planning on blackmailing you, but you really didn’t have the time for a long, drawn-out confrontation.

“I know you’ve already made your decision, and you’re claiming you haven’t in order to get something out of Thomas and Alexander,” Aaron accused. “Alexander’s obviously already fudged the budget a little to give you more funding for the pep rally, and you’re most likely waiting so you can get approvals from Thomas on everything.”

Damn, Aaron thought you were more devious than you actually were. You had to admit, if you’d come up with what Aaron thought you had, you’d be proud. You just wanted them to not argue and actually work with you instead of just working against each other. “I promise, Aaron, what Lafayette and I told you yesterday was the truth. I’ve been planning for my parents’ anniversary and I genuinely haven’t had the time to fully make my decision.”

“Then why did you get so defensive when John was talking about how you were voting for the budget?” he immediately countered.

“Because I didn’t want false information being spread about me? How would it look if John was saying I was voting for the budget when I actually ended up voting against it?” You questioned instead.

“So you’re planning on voting against the budget?” Aaron tried.

“No, Aaron. I haven’t made my decision yet. I just didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up when I still haven’t made up my mind. The vote is on Friday, I will have my decision made by Friday,” you replied. By the look on Aaron’s face, he still didn’t quite believe you. The thing was, he didn’t actually have any solid evidence on you. All he had was speculation, and you had to admit, that was a little disappointing coming from Aaron. You quickly checked your phone for the time before standing. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my other meeting to get to. Next time if you want to accuse someone of manipulating others, I suggest you have more solid evidence.”

With that, you left the lab. You don’t know why you threw in that last jab, but it felt good. You knew Aaron would double down on his efforts to find out your plan, but that was something you could worry about later. He only had two days to figure it out, and really only one day when it would really matter. What was the worst he could do?

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You pushed your meeting with Aaron to the back of your mind until after school. Lafayette was driving you home as he usually did, but he was uncharacteristically quiet. It was only a few minutes before you decided to break the silence. “Is everything okay?” You asked, turning down the music slightly.

“Kind of? Why didn’t you tell me you had a meeting with Aaron before your group project?” Laf asked, looking at you for a second before turning his attention back to the road.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” you said. Of all the people you lied to, you didn’t want to lie to Laf. “How did you find out?”

“I was walking with Herc and we saw you leave the lab, then Aaron left the lab about a minute later. What did Aaron want to talk to you about? Why would I worry?”

“Burr was trying to blackmail me. He thinks I’m withholding my decision to get things from Alexander and Thomas before the vote, even though I literally just want them to stop fighting for a week. He didn’t have any actual evidence though, so I just stuck with the whole anniversary story.”

“What did he want?” Lafayette asked, the worry evident. This was exactly what you wanted to avoid, but here he was, worrying about Aaron trying to blackmail you. You were kind of surprised Aaron was really pulling the blackmail card in high school, you figured that was a college thing at least.

“I don’t even know, he never got around to saying what he wanted from me,” you explained. “Once he basically admitted it was all just speculation, I just argued that I genuinely haven’t made up my mind yet. He didn’t say anything before I actually needed to go meet with my group.”

“Chérie, you need to tell them you’ve made your decision. You’re playing a dangerous game now, you don’t know what Aaron will do,” Lafayette warned you. Of course he was right. Though you didn’t know if Aaron has done something like this before, you knew he was sneaky enough to actually pose a problem. If he went through with his threat, he’d probably ruin any credibility you had within ASB.

“Yeah, it would be the right thing to do, wouldn’t it.”

“The right thing would’ve been saying you made your decision when you did. You never technically had to tell them what your decision was, they probably would have left you alone if you said your mind was made up,” Laf mused.

You paused, never having considered that. You were in too deep now, but you could still follow Laf’s advice. You didn’t have to say how you were voting, just that there was no chance of changing your vote. You just needed to tell only Alexander and Thomas that you’d made your decision. As far as they knew, you’d barely made your decision. You just needed to get to them before Aaron did.

“Do you think Burr would snitch over text or do you think he’d wait to tell them in person?”

“Aaron didn’t want to threaten you over text, it would leave a trail. He might tell them over text, but he’d probably want to tell them in person. Not at the same time, though, you know how they are,” Lafayette said. “What are you planning now?”

“I’m coming clean. I’m going to tell Alexander and Thomas, I just need to catch them before Aaron does. I’m just going to meet with them before school,” you said.

“Or you could just text them later today so Aaron doesn’t have the chance to tell them.” You hated how Lafayette was really simplifying things for you. He was apparently done with letting you try to figure your way out of this on your own. With the mess you’d managed to make, you weren’t surprised.

“Yeah, you’re right. Why didn’t I go to you for advice in the first place?”

“I have no clue, that’s something to ask yourself,” Lafayette said as he pulled into your driveway. You took a deep breath, looking at your phone. You were going to have to come clean and admit you’d made your decision before Aaron decided to tell everyone for you. You just hoped they’d accept you didn’t want to tell them your decision yet.

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schrijverr · 4 years ago

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I Wrote My Own Deliverance

Chapter 7 out of 10

Alexander Hamilton is reborn as Alex Hambleton. He is desperate not to make the same mistakes twice, but it seems he is stuck in the narrative, unable to get out. Familiar faces pop up all around him as he attempts to keep his previous life a secret and write himself out of the story.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: blackmail, bc Reynolds, though not for cheating bv I made Alex a decent person lmao. Tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!!!

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He was looking forward to the debate team. Arguing with his classmates was fun of course, but none of them could really match his wits and he hoped that the debate team would bring a challenge.

Luckily, or unluckily, he was not disappointed. There was another kid, tall Afro-American, introduce himself as Tom Jamesson that was on his team.

They shared opinions about the state of the economy, but their solutions were so different that it had soon turned into a screaming match to each other, while the others just witnessed their verbal tennis match with a horrified fascination.

It was only three meetings later that Alex realized he was looking at the reincarnation of Thomas Jefferson.

Tom, as he was known now, had quoted the Declaration of Independence at him like Jefferson had done in the past. Alex didn’t know if it was that or the cadence of the speaker that forced him to make the connection, but when he did, he had to force himself to not react.

He had not yet figured out if Jefferson had made the connection to him or if the other did not remember himself, but he didn’t really want to find out.

Somehow he had taken a liking to Tom. In this world they shared more opinions, though their approaches were still on the opposite sides of the spectrum, and he was a fun debating partner when the future of Alexs career and the country didn’t depend on the debates.

Tom was better than Jefferson and Alex wasn’t about the ruin the sort of friendship they had built up. So, he kept his mouth shut and tried to avoid using obvious Hamilton-esque phrasings as much as possible, even if it was difficult and he slipped up more often then not. It was hard not to fall back in old routines.

It was easier to keep suspicions of his back in his classes. Aaron was the only one going into law as well and he wasn’t about to create a stir between them, afraid of having Alex remember the duel that had gotten him killed.

As far as he knew the others had only taken the Revolution course last year for History credit, but Laurens was going to do medicine, while Herc was becoming a tailor again, though more fashion-y, and Laf was doing something with international relations. He had also gathered that Tom was doing architecture.

So, he was quite surprised to come face to face with Angie, or Angelica, in an economics class. She had sat down next to him and raised brow as she pointedly said: “You never showed up again after the party, not even with your friends.”

He looked at her like a deer in headlights as he answered: “Well, uh, we’re not really friends anymore, but are they doing alright?”

“I suppose, they are sad about you leaving, so care to explain why I have three heartbroken men that I have to listen to?” she asked.

“They were acting all weird about someone I don’t even know.” he told her the best lie he could come up with on the fly and a story she could confirm with Peggy, god was he glad for Peggy right now.

Angie wasn’t entirely convinced, so he added: “They all knew each other from another life and apparently also a guy named Alex, it was weird that they looked at me expecting someone else. I just needed to get away from it and then it was awkward. Besides, you punched me.”

That didn’t satisfy her completely, but enough for her to let it go and focus on the lecture. Leaving Alex a stressed mess as he prayed for himself to survive this course.

In hindsight it was a bit of an overreaction, but Alex was never known for being anything other then dramatic, so he let it slide.

It seemed Angie was still as sharp witted as always and she was a great study partner. It also seemed she had taken his words to heart, or maybe she just didn’t trust him to fuck over Eliza again, because she didn’t force him to socialize with anyone he’d known.

Instead they debated economic plans and compared notes. He would show up tired with two coffees and she’d force him to eat something in the morning classes.

They had a system that worked.

Not that it surprised Alex much, they had always been close. The musical had interpreted their friendship as romantic, but that had never been the case, they just clicked. And if there had been anything between them, that was now gone as she excitedly told him about her girlfriend.

It was good to have a friend like Angie.

She wasn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit and after the years apart with her in London, she also wasn’t the most likely to recognize him, especially with how he adjusted his behavior in econ classes.

Alex still had a lot of opinions and the whole class knew, but he would wither when Angie send him a look during his tirades and leave it be.

Though, if later a smash dunk on said wrong person showed up in the school paper that Alex wrote for, or an essay about that weeks topic under his name, well, then that was his own business.

Life was actually going well for a change, which was why it should not have come as a surprise when it fell apart again.

He was working in the library when a guy came up to him. Alex thought he was a year above him, though he did not know his name. At first he pretended he hadn’t seen the other coming and tried to focus on his reading.

“Hello, Alex Hambleton, right?” it didn’t work, “I’m James, James Richardson.”

Should the name have send alarm bells ringing? Probably. But Alex was tired and hungry, so blissfully unaware he replied: “Yes, that’s me. Can I help you with something?”

“That depends on how badly you want a secret to be kept.” James told him.

The blood seemed to freeze in Alexs veins as he tried to remember where he had met this James character before and how the other could know who he had been. He was almost certain he had never seen the other and, as far as he was aware, he hadn’t been careless.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Alex said, trying to play it cool, hoping his many years in politics had helped his poker face.

“Really?” James replied, as he nonchalantly leaned on the table, “I wonder what the board will think when they find out you’ve fucked yourself into the accelerated courses. Was Washburns dick as good as the girls theorize?”

“What?” Alex chocked out, this was not what he expected.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” James said, “Every Sunday you go out, you go to Washburns home and I’ve checked and apparently his wife is away on a case. He’s all alone and you just happen to visit each week.”

Mama M had been on a long case for her top client, who had sadly moved to the other side of the country, but none of them had thought to stop the Sunday Dinners, while she was away. And Alex was certain Washington had written that letter based off his skill, not his past.

He knew this, because he had asked him about thirty-two thousand times and read the letter himself about twice as many. And on top of that he had also gotten letters from his other professors, just in case.

James had nothing, just the fact that Alex had gone over to the Washingtons while Mama M was away, and that was pretty damning if you didn’t have the whole story.

“Not only that,” apparently James was taking his silence as guilt, “but I have also heard someone say that they’ve seen you with Washburn in his vacation home in Virginia over the break, while his wife was having tea. And before that, you got a hug, not very subtle, I have to say.”

He got out his phone and showed Alex two pictures. The first was of the hug by the car, the other of him leaning against Washington while he typed, Mama M cleverly cut out and the next one of them in the garden under the fig tree with lemonade laughing. They looked comfortable, and it was really up for debate how they related to each other based off the pictures alone.

“Those prove nothing and what you are saying isn’t true.” Alex argued.

“I think the board would disagree.” James replied.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Alex said, “You’ve got nothing and I did nothing, now leave me alone.”

“I will.” the dramatic pause was unnecessary in Alex opinion, “For a price.”

“Do I look like I have money to pay you hush money for something I didn’t do?” Alex couldn't have stopped the eyeroll if he’d tried.

“Maybe you don’t, but Washburn does.” James said, “Heard his wife was rich. Wouldn’t that be something, your precious Washburn paying hush money for an affair with his wife’s money. You just had to get laid, didn’t you.”

“If you want him to pay, why are you threatening me?” Alex asked.

“Because his little boy-toy will be more convincing then me. Maybe you’ll get on your knees to beg him to pay me, keep you in the little program you love so much. Maybe you’ll even cry.” at this point it was just sadistic.

“Neither me nor Washburn is going to pay you, fuck off.” Alex was pretty done with this.

“Well, then I hope neither of you are interested in a future career.” James said, “Hope you have a great excuse ready, or my money. I want 20.000 dollars on this bank account by tomorrow, you have till 8 AM.”

He slid over a piece of paper to Alex with the number of his bank account, before sauntering off like he hadn’t just blackmailed Alex in public.

Alex pinched his nose and tried to think. At this point he regretted not expanding his friend circle, because he could really use the support right now. There was already an idea forming in Alex’s mind, but he couldn't do it without permission of Washington.

Cursing he packed his bags, it seemed Sunday Dinner would be early.

Mama M tried to convince him to threaten James back with a lawsuit after he had explained the whole thing, but Alex just sighed: “He’s not going to budge, if we do that he’ll just think he’s right and push even more.”

“And we can take legal action against him.” Mama M argued.

“But the damage will already be done and we’re too late.” Alex countered, looking guilty at their slumped shoulders, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

“And why would you say that, son?” Washington asked.

“I knew it was a bad idea to get acquainted with people I’d known in my past life, but I gave in and now I’m dragging you down with me.” Alex explained, “I saw it coming, but I still let the comfort blind me. So, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, dear.” Mama M said, gathering him up in a hug, “We’re just as guilty if you reason like that.”

“But-”

“No, no buts, Alexander.” Mama M told him, “We all made out own decisions and we have to face the music. We’ll make it through, don’t worry.”

“So, is that a yes?” Alex asked, unable to say anything else to that.

Mama M shared a look with Washington, who sighed, then nodded. She turned back to him and said: “Yes. We can still take legal action after that, if the issue doesn’t get resolved.”

They gave him some food and a lift back to campus, where Alex opened his laptop.

He had so much work to do and he needed to do it fast, he needed to be quicker than James, needed to save both himself and Washington, the only person he had ever willingly followed.

When he was done, the light was shining through the window and there was apprehension in his whole body.

He decided to text Angie, hoping she would understand. She’d always understood.

To Queen Angie [6:15]: Remember that punch?

To Queen Angie [6:15]: I might need a new one and I deserve it

To Queen Angie [6:16]: But pls be here for me this time

Alex clicked post and prayed for the best as he crawled under his covers to hide from the world, for once grateful for the quiet and glad Aaron wasn’t home. This was it, the moment of truth.

From Queen Angie [7:52]: Alex?

From Queen Angie [7:53]: Alex??

From Queen Angie [7:53]: Alexander?????

From Queen Angie [7:53]: God fucking dammit you asshole

That morning Columbia University woke up to a breaking news story.

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 6 years ago

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Only Human

Part 3 for the wizard!au

You sat in the back of class, trying to take your notes. Thomas sat on the other side of the room, doing the complete opposite. He tried everything he could to get your attention. Throwing paper balls, whispering your name out loud and in your head, and his last resort: getting a classmate to tap your shoulder.

“Tell him if he bothers me again, I’ll light him on fire”, you sneered

Your classmate was confused, yet she still obliged and Thomas blanched. There was definitely a spell for that and at this rate, it wouldn’t take you long to learn it.

As soon as class was over, you left as quick as you could, getting lost in the crowd of students. It honestly didn’t matter how much you didn’t want to be near Thomas. If he needed to keep an eye on his asset, he knew how to do it without you knowing.

At moments like this, you missed Angelica. She may have been a wizard, but she never treated you like you were weak. To her, you were just (Y/N). She wanted nothing more than to teach you as many spells as she knew, but she got into a school in France and you haven’t seen her for a nearly a year. You talked whenever you could. Recently, it’s been silent on her end.

“(Y/N)”, a familiar voice called

You turned to see Hercules sitting in a booth in the cafe by himself.

“You’re almost never in here”

“That’s not true”, you smiled, “I only come here for dinner. The lunches here aren’t that great”

“What brings you here then?”, he asks as he moves his backpack out the way

You sit down next to him, “I’m in need of company”

“So am I. Lafayette is still tutoring. John is trying to start a new organization and Alex just started the debate team, so you know that will take--”

“Hours”

Thomas is on the debate team too. You knew Thomas and Alex never saw eye to eye. Maybe Alex can provide a welcome distraction for a few hours.

You could always seek solace in Hercules. He was warm and inviting. You weren’t sure if he was a wizard or not. If he was, you would have begged your father to fire he who should not be named. Herc would probably never refer to you as an asset.

You talked for a couple hours, got some homework done, and had dinner. You barely noticed the sun was beginning to set.

“Ma moitié”, Lafayette grinned, “Did I take too long?”

“No, you’re right on time. (Y/N) was telling me about Thomas’s sudden interest in her well-being”

Herc smirked with a suggestive wink. Lafayette’s eyes widened at the name as he sat down in front of you two.

“Really”

“It’s my father’s fault. I’m not a fan of--”

That insufferable jackass.

“--Thomas. My father pays him to keep me safe”

Lafayette looked right into your eyes. You couldn’t figure out why he was giving you an intense stare.

“Keep you safe from what?”

“My family's line of business is...dangerous”

Or as my father would put it, “For humans”.

A part of you knew how helpful it would be to figure out who on campus was a wizard or human. There were times where you didn’t want to stress yourself out because the possibilities were endless. So far, there was Samuel, Thomas, and possibly Lafayette or Herc.

Lafayette begins to tell you all about his day and the students he helps with French. As entertaining as it sounds, it sounds like an absolute nightmare. You can’t help, but let your mind wander.

If only he picked someone else. There’s probably plenty of wizards on this damn campus. You send me to completely different state to keep me safe and I still end up in danger. Then, you leave me in the care of someone that assumes I can’t take care of myself. Calls me an asset. If Lafayette were a wizard, he probably wouldn’t even attempt to make me feel useless.

Now that I think about it, I might actually light Thomas on fire. Make it look like an accident.

You never noticed that Lafayette stopped speaking. He covered his mouth, trying to hold back a giggle.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm. Herc...was telling me a joke”

Hercules gave his boyfriend a knowing glance. He was back to his old habits.

“Well, I think I’m going back to my dorm”, you sighed as you stood up

You could see Thomas entering the cafe, looking as exhausted as ever. You would have to remember to buy Alex lunch. His eyes almost immediately landed on you. He seemed genuinely surprised to see you.

“(Y/N), can we talk?”, he asked, finally at your side

Before you could answer, Lafayette had his arm around your shoulder and Hercules finally stood up, glaring at Thomas.

“I don’t think she wants that, you insufferable jackass”

Thomas pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“It’s important. We really need to talk”

He reaches forward to grab your arm, only for Lafayette to slap it away. He was in Thomas’s face in a split second, ready to strike.

“I think I’m a lot safer with Lafayette. Wouldn’t you agree Herc?”

“Agreed”, he smirked

“Laf?”

“Agreed”

He stepped away from Thomas, who decided to back off. Thomas grabbed his backpack and left the cafe. You were putting him in a terrible position, yet he knew he had it coming.

Lafayette and Herc walked with you to the dorm because they lived there too.

“Soooooooo”, you grinned as you reached your room, “You read minds?”

“Que veux-tu dire, minette?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I’m human, not stupid”

“No, no you are not”, he gave you a soft smile, “In spite of what Thomas thinks, you are not stupid. You’re father was a fool to pick him, but I know why he did it”

“Oh, I’m all ears”, Herc said as he make himself comfortable on the window sill

“Thomas and I are wizards, but I have a higher rank than him. My family started training me before he even knew he was wizard”

“Is that why he left when you told him I was safe with you?”, you asked

“Well, that and it probably bruised his ego a bit. Serves him right”, he mumbled, “Thomas decided to take on the task of keeping you safe because he has something to prove to his father. He’s a man that lacks empathy. Especially when it comes to his children. According to him it, ‘Helps with their self esteem’ or something like that”

“So I’m like a test?”

“In a way, yes. Some wizards make a living off of being security detail. It’s a pretty low tier job, but if he can do this right, his father will probably stop being so hard on him”

“Why didn’t you take the job?”

“I wanted to”, he sighed, “There are men like you father and Thomas’s father that think that humans are weak. You need to stay in your place. One of the rules your father set, was that no matter the circumstance, you were not supposed to learn any type of magic. He has his ways of figuring this kind of stuff out. Knowing me, if you would have asked, I would have done it anyway. I think he may have known that too”

“Now I feel even worse about him picking Thomas”, you mumbled

“Thomas may be a little rough around the edges, but he wasn’t always like this. A lot of his beliefs were enforced by his father. Now that he’s away from him, I hope my friend will come back.”

“How long is that supposed to take?”, Herc chimed in

“Not a clue”

You hugged Lafayette and Herc before going to bed. In spite of what he told you, it did end on a high note. Lafayette would help you find a protection spell. In the mean time you would work on Thomas’s poor view on humans. Your father wouldn’t find out about you using magic and Thomas wouldn’t get punished for it. Sounds like a win-win.

You felt relieved as you finally fell in to a peaceful sleep until two in the morning. There was a loud knock at your door. Someone was mumbling your name on the other side.

“Thomas?”, you groaned as you opened the door

Thomas was leaning against the door hinge, bloodied, bruised, and a black eye. His shirt caught most of the blood. He pushed himself up, trying to muster as much energy as he could. He groaned as such a little task caused him so much pain.

Thomas managed to make eye contact with you, so many emotions crossed his face at once. The final being anger and fear.

“NOW can we talk”

It was all he could get out before he passed out and fell into your arms.

#wizard au #wizard!thomas #thomas x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #supernatural au #college au #thomas jefferson drabble #drabble

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anonfeather · 6 years ago

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Break Up

Pairing: Polysquad (Ham/Laf/Laurens/Herc)

Rating: Teen

Content: sexual dialog, break up

Author’s note: During the Nanowrimo, I took a break from my story to write this ficlet. Enjoy!

They had gone out to celebrate Alex’s success at passing the bar. Beer had been flowing freely for all four of them, and when they became handsy the group decided it was time to retire in home.

“Alright!” Alex said loudly once they entered the apartment. “I want Herc in my ass, Laf fucking my mouth and Jack riding my cock!”

Seeing as it was his night, he was the one calling the shots. He jumped on Lafayette, kissing him deeply, all the while tugging off Lauren’s belt.

Hercules looked on, a slight awkwardness on his face.

“Hey big guy,” Alex called. “Join in.”

Instead, Hercules took a step back and said. “Actually, I think I’m going to… head home.”

“Head home?” Alex asked. “Whaddya mean? Your room’s here.” The four of them lived together this large apartment. Each had their own room, thought it was common of them to share only one for sleep.

“Well.. Not quite. I got my own place a few weeks ago.”

“What?”

Laurens and Lafayette untangled themselves to follow the conversation. Alex’s voice was getting higher, clear sign of frustration.

Hercules realized he had said the wrong thing. The alcohol had loosened his tongue. “Hum, it’s just… that.. You know what, never mind.”

“No, no, no. Tell us what you mean.” Alex pushed. “You’ll been pulling away recently, ‘fess up on what your deal is.”

Alex had to be confrontational. Lafayette came between trying to placate the two of them. “There, there mes amours. Let’s calm down. Please, Hercules, what’s wrong?”

Hercules sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bring it up tonight. It’s your night Alex. I know you wanted to blow some steam after all your studies.”

“Damn right I wanted to! Now what’s your problem!”

“Alex, please chill,” Laurens said, offering a hug. Alex grumbled down, accepting the physical comfort.

“Look, I’ve been having doubts about us. All of us. All of us together.” Hercules said. They were in a polyamorous relationship for the past year. Before that, they have been a tight-knit group of friends.

“What kind of doubts?” Asked Lafayette, trying to keep the hurt away in his voice.

“The kind of doubts that make me think maybe I’m not made to be part of this arrangement… I want to break up.” After a very heavy sighed, he continued. “I actually broke up with you in my mind. I haven’t had to chance to… tell you.”

Lafayette looked heartbroken, Laurens shocked while Alex looked downright pissed.

“You’re leaving us?!”

Hercules steeled himself against the yell. “Yeah…”

“Alex calm down, you’re not helping,” Lafayette said. “Hercules, let’s talk about this.” He tried to invite him over to the couch, so they could have a decent conversation.

“I’m sorry Laf… I don’t think I want to talk about it. At least not now. This has been on my mind for so long…”

“So that’s it! You decided to abandon us, and we don’t have a chance to make things right?!” Alex accused. His anger was bringing Laurens into the fight.

“Yeah, you could have talked to us before making up your mind,” Laurens said, feeling the same hurt as Alex.

“Tough guy had to keep it all inside.”

“Had to take advantage until he got bored!”

“Well geez, sorry I didn’t want to add drama to your plates!” retorted Hercules, getting fed up with the teaming up against him. “You were stressed out of your mind with your studies. John. you had all the shit with your father. I wanted to wait for a better to bring this up.”

“So it’s because we weren’t giving you enough attention? You’re bailing out?”

“No, it’s more complicated than that!” Hercules didn’t feel like arguing anymore. “I gotta go.”

“Hercules,” Lafayette pleaded for him to stay, to which Hercules just shook his head.

“No, I can’t deal with this right now. I’m sorry,” he said.

“Yeah, well we can’t deal with you!” Yelled Alex. When Lafayette turned to reprimand his attitude, Hercules slipped out of the apartment.

“Good riddance,” Alex said petulantly.

“How can you say that?” Lafayette said, hurt by the tone Alex used against their boyfriend — well ex.

“How can I say that?! Weren’t you there! He just left us!”

“He’s got to have a good reason… Let’s give him some space…”

“Tch. He had space for the past month! He’s been giving us the cold shoulder,” Laurens added.

“Then something must be going on,” Lafayette said. He tried to cajole his lovers to be patient. It took at least an hour to calm their anger. After a few happy movies and ice cream, they managed to fall asleep.

#Fandom: Hamilton (Miranda)#fanfic #lafayette #John Laurens #alexander hamilton #Hercules Mulligan #poly hamilsquad

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hamilton-one-shots · 7 years ago

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Hamilton High School AU 62

After about half an hour, Thomas walked towards John and Alexander and tapped the latter's shoulder as they stood together against the wall. "May I?"

Alexander reluctantly nodded and gave John up. "I'll go find you later."

John kissed his cheek. "Alright." He went with Thomas to the dance floor and smiled as they danced together. "Are you having fun?"

"Now that I get to dance with you, I am." Thomas kissed John's hand and smiled, dancing away his time with him. "I'm so glad you still love me.."

"And I'm glad that you've become someone that I'm proud to still love."

Despite the implications of a negative past, John was still more than glad to be in love with Thomas and that thought alone made him smile. He spun John around before pulling him close again as the music began to slow down. He put his hands on his waist and relaxed under John's touch as he put his own hands on his shoulders. "I'm so lucky to have you.."

"Don't say it like I'm some miracle. I'm just John."

"You're my John. I lost you once and I don't plan on losing you again." He kissed his forehead.

John smiled and let Thomas hold him close as they danced, as happy as can be when he wasn't too busy focusing on his steps. If there was something that John wasn't, it was a dancer. And Thomas was a romantic, dancing was in his blood. He didn't want to just be a second rate dance partner.

He wasn't the only one with those worries. Theodosia was staring in a school musical and she was a cheerleader. Aaron, on the other hand, hadn't been to any sort of dance in years and it was the first time that he was leading a partner dance. He couldn't help but glance down at his feet, trying to find some kind of sense of rhythm inside of him. He wanted his night with Theodosia to be perfect.

But she seemed to pick up on his anxieties. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just not much of a dancer... But you're incredible at it."

"I'm not all that.. For what it's worth, I think you're doing great. I know it's your first time at a dance as... As Aaron.. But you've been doing a great job so far."

Aaron smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Theodosia was as sweet as sugar and she had the looks of a true mermaid, especially since Lafayette had done her makeup exceptionally right after drama. All he wanted was to match up to that.

But, in Theodosia's eyes, he already was. "Aaron?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe I could lead the dance?.. I feel like you'd be more comfortable with that and it's not like it means anything bad if you don't lead."

"I really want to do this for you..."

"I know you do, but I don't want you to stress yourself out too bad because of it. You should be having fun."

He smiled a bit. Theodosia was so understanding. "Alright.. It's alright with me."

She smiled and led the dance, both of them visibly having more fun that way.

Theodosia was right, Aaron realized. Maybe he didn't have to be so perfect with everything or have to be the one to lead her in a dance just because he wanted to prove he could be a good boyfriend or that he was good at being a guy. He knew that he was completely a guy in Theodosia's eyes and that's what really mattered.

Martha's own experience was a bit more awkward. She and George were standing against the wall and she was denying his every attempt at getting her to dance with him.

"Please? It'll be fun."

"I only agreed to come with you because you made that big, fancy show of it in the cafeteria. I don't really like you and you don't have to pretend to like me."

He frowned. "Do you think I'd really make that big of a show out of it if I didn't like you at least a little bit? I knew you'd say no if I asked you any other way.. Just give me a chance to prove that I actually care. What could I do to prove to you that I do?"

Martha just shrugged.

George sighed. "Alright, then.. I'll let you have fun with your friends."

He walked off and Martha felt a pang of guilt. But she really shouldn't have! Because he was just messing with her, trying to embarrass her... Right?

"Martie! There you are! It's almost time for us to go on! Where's Theo?"

"Uh... I think I saw her somewhere over here.." She walked with Frances and found Theodosia, both girls stealing her from Aaron and taking her to the stage. They got ready and did a quick warm up before hopping onto the stage. A few people stopped and turned towards them, but not everyone until Martha started strumming her guitar to the light, familiar melody.

Theodosia took a deep breath. This was just like performing at drama. This was just like performing for her friends. She could do this. She opened her eyes and smiled as she began singing Kiss The Girl.

Lafayette smiled from where he and Herc watched. Theodosia truly did have the prettiest voice.

Hercules put his arm around Lafayette's waist and pulled him close. "Don't mind if I do." He smiled and kissed him softly.

Lafayette smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around his neck, not caring who looked.

Hercules smiled and pulled away slowly. "I love you so much.. Like so so much..."

"I love you too." He pecked his lips again and kept dancing with him, resting his head on his shoulder.

Thomas smiled as he leaned down and kissed John, just like Hercules had Lafayette. "I'll always accept an invitation to kiss you, sunshine."

"You don't need one every time."

"No, but I'll feel better with one." He pecked John's lips again.

John smiled at that. "You really are a different person. I love it. I love you."

"And I love you too." He leaned down to kiss him again, interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw Alexander looked at him expectantly, then tutted, giving him John's hand.

John kissed Thomas's cheek, then turned his attention to Alexander as the pair began dancing. "This has been an amazing night."

"And it's only going to get better for you."

"When am I getting this supposedly amazing surprise that I keep hearing about?"

Alexander smiled. "Soon, I promise." He leaned up and pecked John's lips. "God.. I feel so lucky to be here with you. You look like a princess, like you're my princess."

"I can be your princess whenever you want."

"I do want you to be. I just need to learn to treat you like one.."

John smiled. "Alexander, don't you get it? As long as you try to treat me like a princess, I'll feel like one. Or, rather, like a prince."

"But you deserve so much more.."

He shook his head. "I'm so happy with you as you are. You don't need to do anything more for me. Just because Thomas is extra doesn't mean that you have to be."

Alexander sighed. "If you say so.. I still say you deserve better. And I'm going to make things better starting right now."

"What are you talking about?"

He checked the time. Only a few more minutes. "You'll see in a little bit." He took John to the side and stood with him against the wall, eating snacks and drinking soda with him until the last song for the time being faded out.

Aaron stepped up to the microphone that time and smiled. "Hello. First of all, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight. I know that at least some of you are here to support the Political Debate Society and the freshman class in our newest joint project, but there is one person who hasn't heard about this yet."

Alexander smiled widely and grabbed John's hand, pulling him towards the stage.

"Where are we going?"

"Just follow me." He kissed his cheek and kept pulling him along. Once they got there, he helped John with his skirt as he reluctantly climbed onto the stage.

Aaron nodded and handed the microphone to Alexander, the crowd applauding.

"Hey, guys. As you probably know, I'm Alexander Hamilton. I'm the person who had the idea for this whole thing and, as some of you know, I did it as a surprise for my amazing boyfriend, John Laurens."

John couldn't stop his face from burning bright red as everyone applauded for him. Just what was Alexander up to this time?

"But I couldn't have done it alone.. John's polyamorous and has a second boyfriend that deserves some credit for this as well. Without Thomas Jefferson, we wouldn't have been able to get this amazing venue and a lot of you might not have heard of it."

Thomas smiled as everyone applauded for him as well. But this wasn't his big moment.

Alexander smiled and continued speaking, taking John's hand. "For those of you who don't know, John is an amazing artist and I learned that he's not just profiting off of natural talent. His intentions are incredibly pure. John does art because it's a form of release for stress, it keeps his mind straight. And it reminds him of his late mother, bless her soul... So, in his honor, all of the profits from this dance are going to supporting the creation of an art department in our school. And, from what I've heard, we're on a great start."

John felt his heart stop and felt tears streaming down his face as he heard that, hugging Alexander as tightly as he could as the crowd roared. This surprise was more than John could have ever imagined, more than he ever would have thought Alexander would do for him. To say he loved the surprise was the understatement of the century! He kissed him until he couldn't anymore, more than glad that the lipstick was smudge proof and the eyeliner was waterproof, though he didn't think that would be much help, as hard as he was crying.

Alexander couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that happy. He hugged John back just as tightly and gladly accepted every kiss, his smile being completely immovable from his face. Nothing could ruin the night and if anything tried, Alexander was going to be damned if he let it.

Once he finally regained a bit of composure, John stood up straight again and wiped his eyes, though it was rather pointless with him still crying and all. He didn't think he'd be able to stop bawling.

Alexander told everyone to keep enjoying the dance and the music came back on as he led John back down the stairs, careful not to let him fall. "I told you you'd love it."

"I more than love it! I can't believe you! This is amazing!"

Alexander hugged him again, pulling away as Thomas came up to them.

The second that Alexander let him go, John practically launched himself into Thomas's arms, giving him almost as much affection as he'd given Alexander.

And Thomas gladly accepted all of it. "You deserve this, sunshine. If anyone deserves the chance to make their dreams a reality and change some lives, it's you."

"I love you both so much. I could never ever repay something this huge!"

"You don't need to," Thomas assured. "You're paying us back everyday that you're just you."

John smiled and hugged him tightly again, stumbling a bit as he pulled away. Apparently, he'd been crying so hard that he'd gone dizzy. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was dating the two most amazing people he knew, two people who were making a whole art department in their school just because he mentioned it. "I have to go wash my face.." He hugged both of them before walking away and going back towards the bathrooms, people congratulating him as they passed. He smiled and thanked them, then kept walking. John Jay glared at him as he walked in his direction and John expected him to confront him, but no. He just bumped his side and kept walking. John winced a bit and raised a hand to his ribs for a split second before he just kept walking.

Alexander smiled at Thomas. "Thanks for your help. I know you did this for John, but thanks."

"No problem. As long as he's happy, I'm happy."

He nodded. If John was happy, they were happy.

Thomas smiled. "I'll be back in a bit." He walked away, leaving Alexander to just stand to the side alone.

Not that he minded. He was as happy as he could be.

John splashed water on his face and used makeup wipes to clean off what was left of his makeup, reapplying lipstick and doing his eyeliner as best as he could. When he got it decent enough, he smiled and went back out into the hallway, hearing the loud music blaring from the hall. Before he could reach the door, two arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled against a strong chest. He chuckled and put his hands over those arms. "Always ready to flirt, aren't you?"

"How can I help myself when you look so beautiful?"

John felt himself go pale. That wasn't Thomas's voice.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #john laurens #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #lafayette #hercules mulligan #aaron burr #theodosia alston #francis kinloch #martha wayles #lams #thaurens #jamilams #mullette #burrdosia #king george III #62 #chapter 62

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resistbitch · 8 years ago

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Love Doesn’t Discriminate (Part 1)

A/N: OKAY HERE WE GO IN TO THE START OF CLUSTER FUCK OF FEELS AND SHIT!!!

Warnings: Assault? Questioning Love? Yandere Thomas, First Person btw…

Tags: @glorlfy @cupofkauffie @spilledkauffie

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“Why?” He spoken shaky tone, his dark eyes border to mine, “Why did you choose him?” His dark hand snatched up my small one “I-I could give you everything!” He begin to raise his voice, his already fluffy hair seem to get more frizzy the more he stressed. I didn’t respond, the New York snow floated around us, the light breeze made the trees gently sway, the moon was like a spotlight shining on the two of us, his eyes glossed over with tears, deep friend was present on his lips, it broke my heart to see him like this. “Why?” He when paired, he hung his head giving my hand a squeeze, “Why not me?” I sighed before pulling my hand away, his eyes widen at my action “Thomas.” I began “We can never be together.” his breath seem to have gotten caught in his throat, “We hate each other and-”. “I don’t hate you.” he cut me off, which shouldn’t surprise me since we are in the debate team together but still Thomas Jefferson, the man who always teased and taunted me just said he didn’t hate me? He stepped closer to my small frame. “I could never hate you.” I stepped back, my eyebrows scrunched in confusion “Why? All we do is fight with one another.” “AND I LOVE IT!” I jumped at his Outburst, his eyes were widened, now with shock or hurt, but with pure excitement and the pinch of insanity. He grabbed me by my hoodie and lifted me up to his grinning face “I love it when you fight with me! you’re so beautiful when you talk about you believe in, come on (Y/N) fight with me!” With a frightful expression I slipped out of my hoodie, and when my feet hit the ground I turned on my heels and booked it back to my dorm forgetting about my hoodie and ignoring the man calling out my name.

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I let out of shaky sigh before turning my key to the dorm and stepping inside, “(Y/N)?” My roommate called out “Yeah?” I begin to take off my shoes when a blur of yellow and brown tackled me to the ground, I allowed out a “SHIT!” as my but collided with the wooden floor “Damn it Peg!” And growled as the curly haired girl buried her face into my neck “Where we’re you?” She muttered pulling away showing her face, her dark brown curly hair was down, her Bright Eyes skinned over me before her worried look they came a serious one “Where’s your jacket?” Her glare was intense, burning deep into my soul, she really is related to Angelica, “(Y/N)!” she snapped her fingers in front of my face “What happened to your jacket?” I shook my head shoving her off my lap, standing up “I’ll tell you when I get you of the shower.” slowly but surely I made my way to the bathroom, peeling off my clothes as I went.

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I stepped out of the tub on to the towel that I had laid down on the tile floor, I sighed wiping the towel over my legs, “ if only Mama and Dad were here, they take care of this.” I mumbled to myself rapping the towel on my head slipping on one of Hercules shirts, stepping out of the bathroom I walked into Peggy’s and I shared room pushing open the door to see that she was putting on a DVD for her and I to watch, “ what movie is it?” I asked falling onto my twin bed “Beauty and the Beast.” She said grabbing the DVD remote to skip over the ads, a soft laugh passed my lips “Of course.” She throws a pillow at me before clicking play and crawling up next to me, snuggling into my side. “So what happened?” Shit “What?” She tilted her head up “To your hoodie.” Fuck “Um… I left it in class?…” she propped herself on her elbow and glared at me, her eyes burned into my skin as Bella began to sing in the background, my eyes darted around the room avoiding her venomous stare “(Y/N).” She said sternly “UGH!” I groaned slapping a hand of my eyes “Fine I’ll tell you!” and I did, I told her about Jefferson’s confession and his mental breakdown and how he picked me up by my hoodie, scared the shit out of me and proceeded to get my hoodie “And thats why I don’t have hoodie.” she was now sitting on my lap with her eyes wide as saucers “We need to go to the dean (Y/N)!” She slid off my lap and shuffled across the room looking for a pair of pants. I shook my head “Nah, I’ll just bring Herc to get it back.” She stared at me in disbelief, “You’re kidding? (Y/N) this is serious!” “No it’s not.” I waved her off as I continued to watch the movie “(Y/N), This guy just assaulted you!” she stuck one leg into her pants leg, I looked at her, her face held concern, worry and anger “Look.” I sighed “ come back to bed and you can come with me and Herc to get my hoodie in the morning.” I said patting the spot next to me, “(Y/N), please I-” “Peg, please come on, I rarely see you anymore, let’s just relax and hang out.” I cut her off, given her pleading look, there’s a moment of silence. “Fine.” She pulled down her pants and curled up next to me and lay down, we watch the movie up until where Bell was crying over the Beast when Peggy spoke “Do you love him?” I cocked an eyebrow “Who?” “John.” She mumbled “Do you love him?” I thought for a minute “Love? I wouldn’t say ‘love’ but what I feel for him is stronger than just 'like’.” I explained “So in a way… maybe? I don’t know.” I Shrugged, love is an iffy thing with me, just like my mom, she was in love Like… Twice? One when she met a girl when she was like 12 then when she met my dad she was 19 he was a Dropout working that has a mechanic then when she met my dad she was 19 he was a Dropout working that has a mechanic while she was a broke college student, Jesus the story of how they met was a giant shitstorm but still somehow those crazy motherfukers stay together and fell in love. “Maybe? Hm. Well he’s hopelessly in love with you.” She said watching the Beast turning to Human, I laughed “We’ve be together for a few months.” She shrugs “Hey, Love doesn’t discriminate.” I scoffed rolling my eyes “You’ve been talking to Burr again.” “Yeah.” She nudged me “But he’s right.” I pushed her lightly “I’m sure he is, but right now sleep doesn’t discriminate.” Shroud of giggle before getting up “Alright night (Y/N).” I pulled the covers over me. “Night Peg.”

END OF CHAPTER ONE

#hamilton x reader #john laurens #peggy schuyler #thomas jefferson #x reader #Yandere Thomas #peggy x reader #thomas x reader

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aye-fucking-aye · 8 years ago

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A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 3: Karaoke Time

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda. I don’t own any songs mentioned in this part. Also I obviously don’t live in New York so I don’t know how Karaoke One 7 actually looks like, I just thought of it as a karaoke booth rental kind of thing. sorry if that’s wrong.

Author’s note: Okay, I wanted this up a little earlier today, but alas, real life duties called. But it’s here now, so I hope you like it. I highly suggest listening to at least a little bit of the songs mentioned here to get more of an experience. Also, I’m working on a special chapter that you guys are gonna love. As usual, please don’t repost. Anyway here it is, chapter 3, hope you enjoy!! Edit: This has a cluster of foul language so, beware. I don’t really know ratings So I’m just gonna say Rated T, okay I’m done.

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You stood in your room for a minute thinking over the situation at hand. You didn’t want to cause a drama and confront them about this right now, they wanted to have fun and relax today. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the presence of this dilemma. Did you really have to choose?

‘Fuck, why is this happening now?’ You thought in frustration.

You pushed these thoughts to the back of your mind. You had a stressful week at work; you and the boys needed to relax. So with that you showered and changed into a nice pair of black jeans, a gray shirt, an oversized pink hoodie, an oversized jean jacket over, and finally slipped on some gray booties. You decided on light makeup today and blow dried your hair.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door and turned to see Alex poke his head in.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re ready to go. Are you ready?” Alex asked you, opening the door wider.

You nodded and grabbed your bag with all the things you needed. “Yeah let’s go,” You said as you left your room. You meet the guys at the door and headed out.

Your mind was still a bit dazed and you had a weird feeling in your stomach, but you tried to shake it off as best as you could.

“So, which karaoke place are we going to again?” You asked.

“We’re going to the one on 17th St,” John answered. He put his hand on your lower back, leaning into you slightly.

You visibly tensed at his touch. John took notice and he looked at you in confusion and mild hurt. You mentally cursed yourself for overthinking his gesture. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Karaoke One 7, right? That’s my favorite one! Let’s go so we can get a booth,” you cheered.

John smiled again and let you lead him in front of the group. He looked behind him at the rest of the guys and wiggled his eyebrows. The other three gentlemen only scoffed and glared at the cocky, curly dipshit.

You didn’t noticed the interaction, too concentrated on scolding yourself for reacting so negatively. It was a normal gesture, somethings all the guys have done, it didn’t mean anything.

You loosened up a bit and started joking with the boys, talking and laughing all the way till you reached the karaoke place. It was a bit crowded, but not by much, since it was still a bit early.

You and Laf went up to the register and asked for a booth. After you ordered drinks and paid for two hours in the karaoke booth, you went inside and instantly started looking up songs to sing.

“I’m first! I already know which song I want to sing!” Alex yelled at the group.

Herc rolled his eyes playfully at him.”Fine, go ahead,” he said.

Alex grinned and looked up the song, he punched the number in and waited for it to pop up.

When the first beat rang out, everybody but Alexander groaned. He had put on Danza Kuduro by Don Omar. Alex had a strange obsession with this song, mostly because it was sung by a Puerto Rican. Also, it was a classic song to dance too.

Alex started dancing to the beat; a stupid grin on his face. You laughed and began to clap along to the beat. All the other boys watched in amusement at Alex’s ridiculous dancing.

Then he started singing, the words falling naturally out of his mouth. You laughed and saw the other boys cheering him on.

“Yeah, Alex! Sing it, baby!” Laurens shouted, tears in his eyes from laughing to much.

Alex winked and started moving his hips in a sensual way, looking at you the whole time. You blushed and snorted at his actions.

When it came to the rapping part, he went and pulled you out of your seat. Before you can protest, he was already twirling you and making you dance with him. You gave up and decided to dance.

You twirled and shook your hips, letting Alex lead you around. You’ll admit, you were a decent dancer and you weren’t afraid to shake what your mama gave you.

The song ended with Alex twirling you into his arms. You smiled up at him, before detaching yourself and giving a bow. You turned to Alex and he took a bow too.

The boys, although a bit peeved, smiled at the performance because you looked liked you had fun. You and Alex both sat down on the leather couch, a bit out of breathe.

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked, still slightly panting.

Lafayette stood up quickly and winked at the group. “Prepare to be amazed, mon amis.” He said with confidence.

Everyone waited in anticipation, wondering what Laf was gonna sing, however, no one was prepared to hear Rihanna’s Disturbia come on.

“What the fuck?” Alex exclaimed, surprise evident on his face.

Laf simply shushed him and started reciting the words on the screen. To be honest, it was a good match. Laf’s romantic accent complimented the seductive tone of the song. A wink in your direction proved that he knew it too, cheeky bastard.

Throughout the song, Lafayette danced suggestively and even unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. Multiple times he leaned really close to your face, holding your chin, and singing as if you were the only one in the room.

‘This cheeky bastard is trying to seduce me/her,’ everyone thought as they watched Lafayette.

He sang his last note, still forcing you to look at him. You stayed in that position until Hercules moved Laf’s face away from yours.

“Okay, you had your fun, fuckboi, now let me show you how it’s really done,” Herc teased.

Lafayette sat down a bit annoyed, but still satisfied.

Herc typed in the numbers to his song and waited patiently. “This one goes out to a very special someone in this room,” Herc yelled out excitedly.

“Aw, that’s sweet Herc, thank you. But you’re not my type,” John teased, smirking.

Hercules flipped him off. “Not you, you asshat, Y/N.”

‘Aww, how sweet.’ You thought.

You almost screamed when you heard the opening of Beyonce’s Drunk in Love, then started cheering.

“Yess! Queen! Sing it, Herc!” You yelled out, clapping like a damn seal.

Hercules absolutely killed this song. He sang Beyonce’s part perfectly, his gruff and soft voice made it seem like this song was made for him. He even did the fucking giggle. Herc was already a great rapper, so when Jay Z’s part came on, it was no surprise that he killed that part too.

At one point, Hercules even pulled you up and you both did ridiculous dance moves, trying to imitate Beyonce’s dance moves, but failing miserably. When the song ended, you both decided to end in a dabbing pose. Because, why not?

Everyone clapped and laughed at you two. You sat down, Hercules sitting next to you.

“Johnny boy, you’re up.” Alex said to John.

John grinned and stood up. “Alright, for this song can I have a lovely assistant up here with me, please?” John asked, looking pointedly at you.

Lafayette stood up before you could even think. Everyone laughed, including John.

“Nice try, baguette, sit your ass down. Y/N?” John looked at you questionably.

You nodded and sat on the chair he put out in front of the room. You had a feeling you knew what he was gonna do, but you also knew it was gonna be hilarious.

John put his song on and the opening of Bruno Mars’ That’s What I Like started. John soon began to sing and dance. There was no doubt that John was the best dancer, his athletic background helping him be able to move his godlike body any way he likes. So there was also no doubt that John was gonna use his dancing as a way to seduce you. More specifically, he was give you a lap dance. Lucky girl.

He started off slow, not on your lap yet, just simply shaking his ass and thrusting the air a few times. On the words,”Jump in the cadillac”, he literally jumped on you and slowly started grinding against you. You blushed and squealed a bit, but you were laughing, trying not to think much about it.

He stayed on your lap the whole song, making your hands touch his body and tug his hair. John’s singing was phenomenal, but he purposely made his voice a bit huskier than normal, just to get more of a reaction out of you. He was tempted to take his shirt off, but didn’t want to get his ass kicked by his other friends, so he kept it on. You were a blushing mess when the song ended and he got off you.

John, noticing your red face, smiled in triumph and turned to see the rest of the guys. Their faces held forced smiles and threatening glares, but refrained from saying anything. Although it was obvious they did not enjoy the little show. John only stuck his tongue out at them.

‘Two points for me,’ John thought confidently.

“Babygirl, it’s your turn to pick a song.” John said, sitting back down next to Alexander.

You looked through the book of songs, unsure of which one you wanted. After a couple minutes, you still didn’t have a clue to what song you wanted to sing, until you found one of your favorite songs. It was a surprise they had it on here, since it wasn’t a very popular song, but you picked it nonetheless.

“I got it, let’s go!” You stood up confidently. Since you were in the music business, you did sing a lot. You weren’t the best singer, but you could belt out a couple good notes when you wanted too. You weren’t afraid to sing in front of the boys either, since they always hear you singing.

The vocals of Pentatonix came on and you started to sing their song Can’t Sleep Love ft. Tink. It was weird choice for karaoke, but you loved the song and wanted to sing your heart out.

As you sang, your voice came out soft and sweet, putting the boys in a trance. You poured your heart out into this one, singing and yearning for that love that won’t let you sleep. You did little dances as you sang, nothing too extravagant, just small moves that felt right.

The boys couldn’t keep their eyes off you, you looked like an angel in their eyes. You had a smile so bright on, your hair falling gently, your hips swinging in a subtle, sexy way, and you just looked like you didn’t have a care in the world. The song you were singing made their hearts go boom.

You got to the rapping part and, although you didn’t rap often, you felt too confident to back down now. Your voice smooth and flirtatious. Then you hit that high note perfectly.

The boys were hanging on to every word you sang, getting more dazed. As you finished singing that little “yeah” at the end, you opened your eyes and saw all the boys standing up and clapping like crazy.

You blushed and bowed several times, laughing at their silly antics. Then you sat down on your seat, waiting for the next person to go sing.

You were unaware of what the boys were all thinking after you finished singing. They were all thinking the same thing, ‘I want to be her can’t sleep love.’

*Time Skip brought to you by Anthony’s InstaStory (seriously go check it out)*

After two hours, you were all absolutely giddy and a bit buzzed, laughing at the funniest moments you shared there. Especially when all four of the boys decided to sing LMFAO's I’m Sexy and I Know It. You could not get over how into it all the boys were. It will forever be one of your favorite memories.

“Hey friends, let’s go get a quick bite at my cafe and then head to my place to change for the club later.” Lafayette suggested. You all nodded in agreement.

You all had some emergency clothes stashed somewhere in each other's apartments, since whenever you guys hanged out together, most likely you’ll all sleep over at one person’s space. Just like they did at your house yesterday.

You all started walking towards Lafayette’s cafe. Everything normal and fun. Your mind had completely forgotten the boy’s affections for you, letting you be in blissful denial. Soon enough, however, it’ll come back in full force.

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Something There - Part Five

Pairing: Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: some naughty words and one suggestive situation

Word Count: 8164

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Much to your delight and slight worry two weeks had passed without John and Lafayette bringing up your blunder outside the coffee shop. John was ever cheerful and with everyone having a full course load it seemed that he didn’t have time to worry about the fact that you were obviously flying by the seat of your pants with this “internship” or so you were inclined to believe. Lafayette was the one who made you worry. He hadn’t brought up the subject up, but you could tell by the odd looks suspicion that were always followed with a glint of amusement in reaction to how uncomfortable you looked that he was biding his time. Lafayette always knew when you were lying and you were on edge waiting for the moment he finally decided to pounce.

Last week Thomas had told you there was a new collection of books arriving from his parent’s home in Virginia that he would be adding to the library’s vintage and rare book section. You were set to meet him Wednesday evening to help look through the titles and organize them, on top of that he had promised to play you a song on his violin. He had finally admitted to you that he played when you had accidentally knocked over a stack of handwritten sheet music off a shelf in his study. Curiously he had never once played you that song you had walked in on him playing that day at school.

Economics was as eventful as ever, your professor had assigned a project for students to pair up and come up with a solution to help lessen the budget deficit within the government. Alexander had automatically claimed you as his partner that would help him take down his “enemies” in the class. You wanted to roll your eyes but the idea of the debate the professor was putting on was bringing out your competitive side. Thomas might be your friend, but there was no way you were going to let your emotions get in the way of the last big project of the semester.

“I think our ideas will blow everyone out of the water,” Alex said triumphantly.

“Don’t forget Jefferson is well versed in foreign government. He will most likely pull ideas from what other countries are doing at the moment. We have to stay on top of that so he doesn’t surprise us,” you commented without looking up from the laptop.

Alex shared a desk with you and set off researching topics from France because he assumed that would be Thomas’s country of choice to pull ideas from. He wasn’t wrong, you agreed one hundred percent. You glanced up and gazed across the room. Thomas and James were both engrossed in their notebooks. Thomas looked up to grab a book and made eye contact with you. His lips turned up into that arrogant smirk and you returned one back in return. You quickly grab your phone from your back before opening a new text. You could tell by the look in his eye that he was confident in what he was working on.

(Y/N) 1:40pm - You’re looking pretty confident over there. -

The Asshole 1:42 - You don’t think you’re going to win this debate do you? I’m not going to take it easy on you because I care about you. -

Because I care about you. You stared at your phone for a moment letting those words sink in. Don’t overthink that, you are just friends (Y/N).

(Y/N) 1:48 - I wouldn’t expect anything less. We still good for Wednesday? -

The Asshole 1:49 - Of course.

“Who are you texting?” Alexander teased and attempted to look at your phone.

“Just a friend,” you laugh. Keep telling yourself that.

Lafayette hummed along with the music flowing through his earbuds as he walked into the library Wednesday evening. He was on the hunt for a book to reference for cake decorating for his pastry class. Browsing quietly he found a few books that seemed promising before settling in at a table. Almost thirty minutes had passed when he heard a familiar voice approaching and he looked up from the books.

(Y/N) was walking towards the rare book section happily talking to Thomas Jefferson of all people. He was carrying a box and was laughing at what (Y/N) had said. Lafayette couldn’t help but stare in shock as he leaned forward to watch them disappear around the corner.

“Mon Dieu!”

He quickly jumped up, shoved all of the books into his bag, and scurried around the corner. Stopping quickly when he spotted them a few aisles away, he ducked behind one of the bookcases. The box Thomas had been carrying was now sitting on a table and they were both pulling small stacks of books out and were cataloging the titles onto a spreadsheet.

“These are going to be great additions to the collection Thomas,” (Y/N) said with a wide smile.

“I figured you would be excited about them.”

They continued to catalog all of the books and started making organized piles so they could quickly put them onto the shelves. As Thomas moved to the shelf closest to them and started placing the books while Lafayette backed off slightly to stay out of sight. This was better than anything he could of expected. He knew (Y/N) was lying about an internship but he never considered that she was spending time with Jefferson. I can’t wait to talk to her about this.

“So about dinner last weekend, I was thinking I should return the favor and cook for you,” Thomas mused.

“Is that so? I guess that’s fair since I refused the first time I was at your place. I’ve been curious about if that fancy ass kitchen is just for show or not,” she teased.

Well, well they have been in each other’s houses. She has cooked him dinner even.

“I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. If you don’t believe me ask Gil.”

“Looks like you will have to prove it to me sometime then. I’m going to be working on the economics project with Alex on Friday, but I should be done around 7 if you wanted to still watch a movie at my place,” (Y/N) commented.

“That works for me. James and I are working on ours as well….”

Lafayette slowly made his way toward the exit of the library. No wonder (Y/N) had been so worried about what had happened at the coffee shop. If Alexander or Hercules found out about this they would lose their minds. They still were plotting off and on how they wanted to get back at Jefferson for that insult a few months ago. He could only imagine how they would react if they knew about this secret relationship.

“I’m going to have to talk to her as soon as possible,” he said to himself as he walked down the street.

“God damn him!” Alexander slammed his bag on the the table causing both Eliza and you to jump.

“What happened now?” You shot him an annoyed look.

“Was it Jefferson?” Eliza asked with a concerned look.

“No! I’m so tired of Burr! He never will take a side on anything! He had the nerve to tell me people don’t like me. Can you believe that?”

“Well to be fair Alex you are one of the mouthiest people on campus so that’s not an outrageous claim,” you retort.

Alexander tried his best to look outraged, “That is besides the fucking point. If there is one other person on this earth I can’t stand besides Jefferson… it’s Burr. You should see him in our politics class! He skims by without really telling anyone anything on his stances. It’s shady, he is shady.”

Well at least Thomas and Alexander had one thing in common, they both can’t stand Aaron Burr. Thomas had told you all about how Burr had tried to upstage him in the class elections, but he was able to come out on top. Alexander didn’t like him because he never seemed to have an opinion about anything and then had the nerve to insult him for always having to much to say. He didn’t take kindly to being told to talk less, even though you were inclined to believe that was actually some sound advice because Alexander was always getting himself into situations because of his quick tongue.

A chorus of hellos brought you back to the present and you realized John, Herc, Laf, Angelica, and Peggy were all gathering around the table. They were all happily chatting about how the semester was almost over and that means a small amount of stress lifted for the time being.

“So (Y/N) your birthday is this weekend! We all know what that means,” Eliza said with a smile.

“PARTY!!” They all chorused.

“I don’t know guys…” you begin.

“Oh hell no. It’s your birthday and it’s been months since we have all gone out and had fun. You have been blowing us off long enough, we are going out for your birthday,” John complained.

It was true. It had been a long time since you had gone out and hit the bars or went dancing. You had been neglecting your friends lately and getting dolled up and hitting the town did sound like a fun.

“Oh all right. Let’s do it!”

“Saturday. You put on that cute sparkly dress that you’ve been saving for a special occasion and we are going to treat you to the best night out ever. We are going to that new club that just opened!” Angelica practically squealed with excitement.

“You will be able to get away from that job without an issue right?” John questioned.

“It won’t be a problem at all,” you say nonchalantly waving your hand.

As you walked away after aggressively planning the party out and arguing with them all about whether there needed to be cake, everyone had compromised on cupcakes. You were so deep in thought about how you hoped the night would go that you didn’t hear the footsteps quickly coming up behind you.

“(Y/N)! J'ai besoin de te parler,” Lafayette was saying as he ran to catch up with you.

“Hey French Dip, what’s up?”

He gestured for you to follow him and grabbed you hand as he lead you down a hallway away from everyone and sat down on a bench.

“Okay… What the hell is going on Laf?” You bite out, “You said you needed to talk to me, not drag me down the damn halls.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me about?” He gave you a stern look.

“Uhhh. Could you be more specific?”

Anxiety was running high at this point when you saw the look in his eyes that said “you can’t be serious”. Oh God, this is it. He is confronting me about the coffeeshop.

“There is no internship.” It wasn’t a question it was a full blown statement as he looked you in the eye daring you to try to lie to him again.

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to form a response that would sound convincing.

“What? That’s silly Laf. The internship is at…”

“I saw you (Y/N), in the library on Wednesday last week. You walked right past me with Thomas as I was studying,” he accused you with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“I… I um… oh that,” you stutter quietly trying to regain your composure.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit. Laf was watching you expectantly. He looked so incredibly smug as he rested his chin on his hand. You knew he had been waiting to strike about catching you in a lie but the fact that he had actually seen you with Thomas had you sweating nervously. He’s the one that said I should give him a chance in the first place!

“Oui that.” He had a wide smile now.

“I’ve been seeing him and Angelica was covering for me by coming up with the internship,” you confess.

“Quelle!? Pourquoi ne m'as-tu pas dit? Je savais que Thomas pouvait vous montrer combien il se soucie de vous! Je ne peux pas croire que tu rencontres!” Lafayette practically shouted wide eyed. (What?! Why didn’t you tell me? I knew Thomas could show you how much he cares about you! I can’t believe you are dating!)

“Whoa! No! We aren’t dating. What the fuck Laf? We are just friends! We have been hanging out, nothing more,” you pressed. Why does calling him a friend seem harder to believe?

The wide excited smile on Lafayette’s face quickly turned to a look of disappointment and confusion. You couldn’t help but feel as disappointed as he looked, but telling him the truth about what you had been doing lifted a weight from your shoulders. In truth the only reason you hadn’t confided in Laf like you normally would was because of stubbornness. He was the one that told you Thomas was a good person and you told him you would never be his friend. Yet here we are..

“Oh… you aren’t dating? I must have misunderstood, you said you were how you say, "seeing each other”. I just assumed, forgive me. You are friends then? How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?“

Laf seemed sad that you had been keeping this secret from him as he asked you more questions about what had been going on. You answered all of his questions and filled him in on what had been going on. He was surprised that Thomas had taken the bold move to invite you his house. As you detailed your interactions a knowing look had settled onto his features.

"As I have heard Angelica say before… ‘you have it bad’,” Laf said with a smile.

“Oh shut it Laf! Okay I’ll admit he is attractive and you were right there is a lot more to him than he lets people see. You aren’t mad at me for lying to you?” You felt awful that you hadn’t told Lafayette about this situation sooner.

“Non. I understand completely. I will help you.”

“Help me? What do you mean?” You gave him a confused look.

“I’m going to help you keep this from Alexander, John, and Hercules. I understand why you did this. I will talk to Angelica and we will try to keep them from finding out about what’s going on with Thomas,” Laf smiled warmly and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you so much Laf. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Thomas was stretched out casually on the floor of your apartment leaning against the couch. You were lounging on the couch, Beauty and the Beast was half over on your television. You absentmindedly twirled your fingers through the ends of a small portion of Thomas’s tight curls as you watched Belle twirl around the ballroom in her signature yellow dress. You let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Thomas said looking up at you.

"Huh? Oh nothing Thomas. I just love this part of the movie, always have,” you comment without looking away from the screen.

“Something is bothering you, you’ve been distracted a lot these last few days,” Thomas pointed out.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow… everyone insisted on going out and dancing.”

“That should be fun. You are going to have a great time,” he said his voice seemed more hollow than normal.

“It will be… I just wish you were going to be there. I wish we could all just go out and be together without it causing world war three,” you lament quietly.

“How about I cook you a nice birthday dinner at my place? Let’s just turn off the movie and go now.”

The movie was quickly switched off and you quickly grabbed your bag and coat.

Thomas swept into the large kitchen in his home. You slowly followed him into the open room. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button up to above the elbow showing off his toned forearms. He also undid the top few buttons on his shirt because of the heat that was going to be generated from cooking dinner. You tried not to stare, but you weren’t going to complain. This was for your birthday after all.

“So what are you going to cook? Can I help?”

“I’m going to cook my specialty. No you may not help! This is your birthday dinner,” he shooed you away from the stove.

You sat down at the island and watched him rustle through the pantry. There was an odd looking antique metal contraption sitting in the corner that caught your attention. Thomas turned around with his arms full of clear containers of assorted noodles.

“Penne, rotini, farfalle, shells, or traditional elbow?” Thomas asked as he sat the containers down in front of you.

You stared at the containers and then raised an eyebrow at Thomas. You looked over the types of noodles and weighed your options.

“Um… rotini? I guess. Hey Thomas what is that contraption in the pantry?”

“Oh that? It’s an antique noodle press. I use it to make all the noodles,” he said matter-of-factually with his back turned to you as he put the water on the stove.

“You made all those noodles? From scratch?”

“What kind of cheese do you like?”

“Parmesan and cheddar I suppose…” you say slowly, “Thomas are you making macaroni and cheese?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, it’s delicious. It’s the best when it’s baked and made from scratch,” he said proudly.

The noodles boiled and you laugh to yourself as you watched Thomas meticulously grate cheese. You had no idea that his most absolute favorite food was macaroni and cheese. The idea of someone has sophisticated as Thomas being in love with such a simple food was hilarious at the very least. Of course he was making it in the most complicated and classiest way possible. He pulled a baking pan out and started layering the noodles and cheese before putting bread crumbs on the top and he put it into the oven.

“Well it needs to bake for a little while and then dinner will be served M'Lady.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It had been almost 45 minutes and Thomas hadn’t let you help with anything.

“You know macaroni is the least sophisticated of all pastas right? I can’t believe it’s your favorite food. I could’ve made that in three minutes in a microwave,” you teased.

Thomas turned around and looked horrified, “How dare you!? That instant microwave joke of a meal is vile. The handmade molten goodness that is in the oven right now is pure heaven! You’ll change your mind when you taste it!”

You hadn’t expected the passionate reaction from Thomas and an idea floated through your mind. You smirked as you opened your phone and went to Thomas’s contact. You hit the edit button and quickly deleted ‘The Asshole’ as his name and typed in 'EZ Mac’. You giggled to yourself.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you continue to tease.

Thomas pulled out dishes and silverware and went to set the table.

“You aren’t even going to let me help set the table?” You pout.

“Nope, I told you I’m treating you tonight,” he said as he breezed past you with some wine glasses.

When the buzzer sounded and he pulled the dish out you had to admit it did look delicious. Thomas smiled when he caught you staring hungrily. He led you into the dining room and you both sat down.

Thomas sat down slowly and watched (Y/N) as she took the first bite of her food. She closed her eyes as she savored what she had just tasted and he felt satisfied.

“Okay, I admit it Thomas this is amazing,” she admitted with a smile.

“Anything for you, happy birthday (Y/N),” Thomas said sincerely as he raised his glass.

Her eyes snapped up and met his and a blush worked it’s way across her cheeks. He loved it when she blushed when he said things like that. He smiled back at her and continued to eat. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep this up.

Two helpings macaroni and two glasses of wine later (Y/N) was laughing and trying to pull information from him about the debate coming up next week.

“You know you want to tell me. Come on Thomas it’s my birthday,” (Y/N) crooned.

Thomas swirled his wine slowly in the glass and smirked, “Pulling the birthday card on me? I haven’t drank nearly enough wine to fall for that routine.”

“Damn… are you absolutely sure you won’t tell me anything?” She pouted slightly before taking another drink.

“I’m absolutely sure you are beautiful.”

The words had fallen from his lips before he could stop himself. My God… I’ve apparently had enough wine to make a fool out of myself. He stared at (Y/N) nervously, she slowly put her wine glass down and looked him in the eye.

“I… um… so we should get these dishes taken care of,” she stuttered as she got up and started picking up her plate.

“Hey! No, no I’ll take care of those! I told you it’s your birthday dinner and you shouldn’t have to do a thing,” he exclaimed.

“Oh no you don’t Thomas Jefferson! You cooked me dinner and let me drink your wine. I’m going to help you clean up!”

Thomas watched as she snatched the plate from his spot and retreated into the kitchen quickly. He slowly went to pick up the wine glasses.

“Why did I say that? I called her beautiful and she basically ran off. Damn it,” he quietly berated himself.

You quickly put the plates in the sink and grabbed the pot from the stove. You weren’t sure what to think of what Thomas had said at the table. He had looked so sincere and you could tell it was something he wasn’t planning on saying. You didn’t have much time to think on it before Thomas made his way into the kitchen carrying the bottle of wine and the glasses.

“Here let me wash them, you can dry them and put them away,” he tried to compromise.

“Sounds good,” you say trying to reel in your feelings. Just play it cool…

“So are you excited about going out tomorrow? You never said where you were going,” Thomas mentioned as he washed the plates.

“Oh! It’s some new dance club that just opened. Yeah I’m excited, it’s been a long time since we all went out,” you say before letting out a sign.

“What’s bothering you? Seriously (Y/N) you can tell me,” he pressed.

Everything, but right now your handsome face is high on the list of things that is bothering me.

“It’s nothing Thomas. I was just hoping that I look good enough tomorrow. Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy always look so good and I just feel like I’m inadequate when I’m around them when we go out,” you confess as you put down the glass you were drying.

Thomas dried his hands quickly on the towel sitting by the sink and turned to face you. He was so close that you could almost feel the heat that was blazing in his brown eyes. Your eyes widened and your heart was hammering out of control

“Listen to me, you are going to look amazing,” Thomas whispered drawing closer to you, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You felt his hands cautiously touch your hips as he pulled you closer to him. Holy shit… holy shit.

“So beautiful…” was all he whispered before he pressed his lips to yours.

As he slowly pulled away you felt like you were in a daze. The kiss was quick but he had poured every bit of emotion and longing into it. As he went to take a step back you grabbed the front of his shirt and kiss him again. His fingers tightened on your hips and you wrapped an arm around his neck as he backed you into the edge of the counter.

As you deepened the kiss you could feel his hands working up your sides. His hips had you pinned against the side of the counter. God yes. You grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand to steady yourself and barely registered the feeling of your elbow grazing something. He had just begun to trail kisses along your jaw when you heard glass shatter.

The sound snapped you out of your daze and you practically leap apart. You were both breathing heavily and you turned to see one of the wine glasses that had been sitting on the counter was now lying broken in the sink.

“I…I’m sorry. I should go, it’s um… getting really late,” you fumble as you rush out of the kitchen.

Stupid! What the fuck was that?! Oh my god how could I do that?!

You ran into the living room trying to find your coat and purse so you could leave. This could not be happening. Sure you had thought about what it would be like to kiss Thomas and that had felt better than anything your imagination had concocted, but now what? You had to get out of there, you knew the feelings you had been trying to ignore were running rampant and you were not ready to have the conversation that the kiss would start. God, God, God…

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Thomas came rushing into the living room behind you. Shit.

“Sorry I have to go,” you stamper not trusting yourself to look him in the eye.

Hurrying towards the door you were stopped when Thomas grabbed your hand.

“Please wait, I’m sorry,” he begged, “If you’re going to leave at least take your birthday present.”

Thomas picked up a carefully wrapped rectangular package off the small table in the entryway and held it out to you. You steal a glance at his face and he looked defeated. You mumbled a thanks and slip the gift into your purse before retreating out of his house.

Thomas stared at the spot (Y/N) had been standing for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t know what to do or what to say about what had just occurred. He hadn’t planned on kissing her like he had, but she was there and so close, he just couldn’t stop himself. He slowly turned on his heels and trudged to the kitchen. He paused letting his brown eyes scan the counter where you had just been and looked in the sink at the broken wine glass.

“What the fuck was I thinking?”

He turned and leaned against the counter and his thoughts wandered to a conversation he had with Lafayette a few days prior.

“Shut up Gil, we are friends.”

“Oui that’s what (Y/N) told me but we both know that isn’t what you want,” Laf said with a sly smile.

“Well it really doesn’t matter what I want now does it. She made it pretty clear to you that we are just friends,” Thomas snapped.

“I think we both know that there is something between you. It’s totally obvious, even Angelica says so.”

“I don’t know what to do, OKAY! Happy now?! I thought becoming her friend would make it easier, but it’s made it a thousand times worse,” he said with an exasperated sign.

Lafayette rolled his eye and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just tell her how you feel! Make her dinner. Seriously do you have no skill at all?”

Thomas ran his hands through his curls and sighed. He had told Lafayette he was going to try his best to tell (Y/N) how he felt. He had planned on dropping a few hints and gauging her reaction to them.

“I just wanted to tell her she was beautiful not attempt to seduce her on my counter. Damn it…”

Thomas left the kitchen without cleaning the broken glass. That could wait until the morning. He made his way upstairs and stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto his bed. His mind was consumed with thoughts of how he should proceed. He wanted to call her, apologize, and beg for forgiveness but decided to wait and see if she would talk to him tomorrow. All he could do was hope he hadn’t make the biggest mistake of his life and ruin everything as sleep overtook him.

It was officially your birthday, which meant tonight was the night that you were hitting the club. The party however was the furthest thing from your mind after what had happened with Thomas. With your phone constantly going off with endless notifications from Facebook and various text messages from friends wishing you a happy birthday you were on edge. Every time your phone went off you were nervous that it was Thomas. The thought of what he might say and what you could say had been a constant worry since you had gotten up this morning. You had retreated like a coward the night before, running away from the feelings you had been trying so hard to repress. What if he wanted to forget it happened? That would be impossible. What if he confessed that he wanted to date? Best case scenario with a lot of variables. The what ifs was killing you and even though you dreaded what he might say his silence was also making you nervous.

You stared at your phone as it read 7:00pm. Angelica had just went live on Instagram with Peggy and Eliza showing that they were getting ready for the evening ahead. You had spotted Alexander in the background with his nose in his notebook as usual. Angelica had stared into the camera after seeing that you had started watching and told you that you had better get your ass off the couch and start getting ready. You chuckled to yourself as you got off the couch, she knew you all to well.

Wandering into your closet you pushed all the clothes to the front to reveal a teal dress that still had its tags. Snatching it off the rung you held it up and smiled before laying it carefully across your bed. You quickly strip out of your clothes and put on your robe before making your way to the bathroom. You had just begun priming your face when you got a text from Angelica harassing you about getting ready, your only reply was a quick selfie to show you were indeed in the process.

You had managed to successfully finish your foundation and slight contouring and then you stopped and stared at your own reflection. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Thomas’s voice floated through your head. You felt your face heat up as the memory was brought back.

“Nope, don’t you do this to yourself. Don’t think about him or his mouth. He hasn’t even said a word to you all day so tonight you not going to think about Thomas fucking Jefferson,” you command your own reflection.

“You did what now?” James asked looking up from his essay.

“I invited her here for dinner because of her birthday, I told her I thought she was beautiful, I kissed her… rather aggressively against my counter, and then she ran out of the house as fast as she could,” Thomas repeated as he sat another book on his dining room table.

“This is great! I was starting to think you were never going to make your move,” James said cheerfully.

“Were you not paying attention? She literally ran out of my house; like picked up her things and ran out the door and wouldn’t look me in the face! How exactly is that 'great’?”

“I was paying attention and didn’t you say she was the one that pulled you in for the second kiss? That shows she is interested, therefore that’s great and you can finally stop tip toeing around and moping about how you hate being in the friendzone,” James replied matter of factly.

“I haven’t even said anything to her today. The way she ran out of here I figured she could use some space.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse you?” Thomas said angrily.

“You haven’t said anything to her at all? She ran out of your house because she probably was to flustered to be able to handle the emotions she was feeling and then you go radio silent? It’s her birthday, the least you could do is say happy birthday. You need to make your move.”

Thomas picked up his phone and stared at a blank text message while he tried to figure out what he should say.

“Come on Thomas, make your move. Don’t freeze,” James pressed.

“Shut up! I’m trying!”

Thomas: 8:00pm - Hey I hope you have a great time tonight. Happy birthday.

You were working on blending your eyeshadow when your phone buzzed across your counter. You huffed and put your make up brush down.

“Damn it Angelica… I swear to god if you’re hounding me about getting ready…”

Fully expecting to see a text from the eldest sister you eyes widened when you saw the message was from Thomas. Hey I hope you have a great time tonight. Happy birthday. A scowl formed as you read the text. Your first instinct was to thank him, but you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t think about him tonight. Tonight was about you.

“He waited all day to say something… I think I’ll return the favor. I will just text him when I get up tomorrow,” you smirk.

When you had finished up your makeup you decided to leave your hair loose. Sliding on the teal dress and putting on your matching strappy heels. Standing in front of the mirror you examined your full reflection. The dress fit you perfectly. It had a fitted top with a flowing skirt that had an ombre that ended in a midnight blue right above your knees. There was a scattering of sparkling small crystals on the skirt fabric. The fabric flowed nicely when you swayed back and forth and the crystals glittered in the light. You nodded in approval, you looked damn good.

The club was incredibly crowded and the music was loud. You smiled as you felt the bass pump through you. John stood up on a chair and waved animatedly to get your attention and you laugh as Peggy pulled him down and started scolding him. Everyone cheered and wished you a happy birthday. Laf pulled out a square parcel and handed it to you. When you opened it you saw a delicious looking cupcake.

“Oh Laf you didn’t have to bake for me,” you shout over the music.

Lafayette waved you off and they all broke out into song before you ate the dessert. Red velvet. It was your favorite kind of cake.

“Laf holy shit this is so good,” you gush and he gave a cocky shrug in return.

A few drinks later and you were on the dance floor surrounded by your friends. Eliza and Alexander were dancing with each other and Peggy had wrangled John into dancing with her. There were plenty of attractive men here, but none of them were able to keep your attention. None of them are Thomas. Angelica didn’t miss how you were turning down invitations to dance from a few of these men and the slight frown that appeared when you saw the couples dancing.

“Damn it,” you hiss.

“What’s wrong? Are you missing a certain someone?” Angelica teased.

“I don’t want to talk about it Angie,” you lamented.

Angelica stopped dancing and grabbed your arm and started pulling you away from the dance floor.

“Where are you goin’ Ang,” asked Herc.

“Bathroom! We will be right back,” Angelica replied quickly.

You both hurried down the back hallway and stumbled into the bathroom. You crossed your arms immediately with irritation.

“Okay, what is going on? Did something happen with Jefferson?”

“Nothing happened,” you lied.

“Bullshit girl, you are lying. You play with the hem of your clothes when you are lying,” she challenged.

You swore to yourself as you slowly let go of the hem of your dress. You didn’t want anyone to know about what happened with Thomas. If Angelica found out about the kiss she would lose it and try to meddle in what you did next.

“It’s nothing,” you argue.

“If you don’t tell me I’ll go get Laf.”

“Jesus what the hell. I promised myself I wouldn’t think about him tonight, but that’s next to impossible. We kissed okay?! He invited me over last night for dinner and we kissed,” you snap.

“You WHAT?! Tell me everything!!”

“He kissed me. Oh my god Angie it was amazing, but then I broke one of his wine glasses, panicked, and then ran out of his house like an idiot.”

“You two are unbelievable. You are going to call him tomorrow and you are going to fix this. This is getting out of control. You like him, he likes you. Do something about it,” Angelica said flabbergasted.

“What about the guys? They want to destroy Thomas. It will be world war three every day,” you counter.

“Who gives a shit! They want you to be happy and if he makes you happy they will deal with it. Now let’s get back out there and have fun. You can worry about Thomas in the morning!”

When Thomas woke up in the morning the first thing he did was check his phone. The text shown as read, but still there was no reply. He rubbed his eyes slowly and sighed. Instagram was the next place he checked and there was a flood of pictures of (Y/N) dancing with her friends, drinking various types of drinks, eating a large fancy looking cupcake, she was smiling brightly and looked like she was having the time of her life. He took a long shower, taking extra time with his hair and then meticulously groomed his facial hair. It was almost 9AM by the time he sauntered out of the bathroom and got dressed. He looked up from buttoning his shirt when his phone lit up.

(Y/N) 8:50am: -Hey. Wanna meet me for coffee? We need to talk.-

We need to talk. That was a phrase that gave him both hope and anxiety. This could go very wrong or very right.

Thomas 8:53am: -Sounds good. Normal spot?-

(Y/N) 8:54am: - Yup -

After making the plan to meet up with Thomas you took a deep breathe. When you grabbed your larger purse so you could put your wallet in it, the bag was heavier than usual.

“What the hell…”

Looking into your bag you spot a magenta package. Pulling it out you realized it was the birthday present from Thomas that he had given you before you ran out of his house. It had gone forgotten when you arrived home and you used a small purse when you had gone out to the club. Carefully turning it over in your hands and sitting down on the couch you open it slowly. He had taken every bit of care in wrapping this gift. Once the piece of magenta paper was loose and had fallen to the ground you stared at the back cover of an extremely old looking book. Turning it over and carefully opened the cover to see the title page. You gasped as you read the title The Count of Monte Cristo. This was from his private collection, he had shown you this book one of the first times you had gone to his house. It was his favorite book in his collection if you recalled. You felt tears sting your eyes slightly, this was a perfect gift.

Taking extra care you placed the book on your nightstand in your room. You ran out of your apartment with a large smile on your face. You hailed a cab and told him the address of the very same coffee shop that you had chased Alexander out of. All you could do is hope for the very best when you met up with Thomas.

Alexander walking down the crowded city street, weaving back and forth between bodies. He had spent the last hour speaking with George Washington about what his plans were after graduation. He was already irritated, George wanted him to work for him, that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. He had no idea why he hadn’t spent the night with Eliza and opted to go home. As he walked he looked across the street at the familiar coffee shop that he almost lived in. He could use the strongest coffee he could after the heated conversation he had this morning.

The familiar form of (Y/N) getting out of a cab quickly caught his attention. He smiled and sped up to catch her. She walked into the door before he was able to cross the street. Curiously he could see through the windows (Y/N) hadn’t gotten in line to get coffee, she had gone and immediately sat down at a table across from a very familiar mess a black curls. Alex stopped in his tracks.

“What the fuck is she doing here with Jefferson?” Alexander hissed.

He crept close enough to be able to see most of what was going on at the table, but since he was outside he couldn’t hear anything they were saying. They were smiling and she reached over and grabbed onto his hand. Rage bubbled to the surface as he watched Jefferson raise her hand to his lips and kiss the top of it. It took every ounce of his self control to not run into the coffee shop and make a scene. He winced when he thought of what Eliza would do if she found out he had done something like that. He was going to get to the bottom of this as fast as possible. He quickly shot off a text to squad saying their plans were cancelled. He had new plans: to confront (Y/N) as quickly as possible. They looked way too friendly in there and all the guys had grown suspicious of this internship. John had been joking that she probably had a secret boyfriend and with what he had just witnessed he was inclined to think John might be right. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. There was something that was nagging at the back of his mind. Something that he had heard in passing at school. He stopped walking when he recalled something Aaron Burr had said to him about a week ago. Alex had been so angry about Burr saying people don’t like him that he had only half listened to the other things he had said to him.

“I’d watch your back if I was you Hamilton,” Aaron Burr said quietly.

“What the fuck are you talking about Burr?”

“Well I’ve heard through the grapevine around here that Jefferson has it out for you and your little friends,” Burr said with a smile, “He’s a charmer and is incredibly sly, he will pounce on the first weakness that he finds and exploit it.”

“Fuck off Burr, Jefferson isn’t going to exploit anything,” Alexander growled and shoved his way past Aaron.

Charmer. Pounce on the first weakness. Alexander was seething. Was Thomas low enough to try to seduce (Y/N) for the means of exploiting her feelings? He would like to believe he wouldn’t do such a thing, but his track record for being an arrogant self centered prick wasn’t doing him any favors.

“I’m going to put a stop to this right fucking now,” Alexander said.

You walked down the street after meeting Thomas at the coffee shop. You were buzzing with excitement. He didn’t regret the kiss, though he had apologized for how it had escalated. He had even invited you to the charity gala that the university’s wealthy families and students put together once a year. The Schuyler sisters went every year, as did Lafayette. They were from wealthy families that always donated to the charity event. Thomas of course was also one of the guests who attended every year. You had never had to worry about going to such a fancy event, until now.

Hambone 10:23am: - Hey we need to talk about something important are you free?-

(Y/N) 10:25am: - Um ok. Yeah I’m free, where are you? -

You looked at your phone with a raised eyebrow. Alex seemed upset for some reason. He never wanted to do anything on Sundays especially this early in the morning.

“I wonder if something had happened with the debate project,” you whispered to yourself.

Hambone 10:26am: - Little park a few blocks from the coffee shop -

He was only a few blocks away. Something about this seemed strange to you, but you shrugged and headed to the small park. After walking for a few minutes you turned to the left and went down the path into the park. Alexander was sitting at a bench a few yards away. You waved with a smile.

“Hey Alex. What’s going on?” You said cheerfully.

“So I’m going to cut right to the chase here…” he said angrily.

“Whoa Alex… calm down,” you reasoned.

“Uh no. You and Jefferson looked really friendly back there in the coffee shop.”

You felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. He had seen you and he was angry. You knew they wouldn’t be happy about this, you knew Alex would act like this, but you were hoping to have more time to plan out how you were going to talk to them about the situation with Thomas.

“I can explain.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind!? That’s Thomas Jefferson that you were making heart eyes at! He is a piece of shit (Y/N)! I can’t even believe this. Did you forget how he treats people? How about the things he has said to you?! He’s…” Alexander was in a full blown rage fueled rant.

“Stop it…” you were trembling.

“…always trying to screw us over! How long has this been going on? Is the internship real? I bet it isn’t. I seriously can’t believe you! Angelica and Laf are always standing up for you in this little internship story too… my god they fucking already knew about this didn’t they?! Did it ever occur to you that Jefferson is trying to screw with your feelings?”

“Stop it Alex,” you said a little louder.

“He is a self centered and arrogant. Not only that Burr told me that Jefferson had it out for us and that he is a 'charmer’ and 'that he will try to exploit weakness’! He is probably just trying to seduce you so that when he gets what he wants he can throw it back in our faces! He only cares about himself (Y/N)…

"STOP IT ALEXANDER HAMILTON!”

He stopped mid sentence and saw that you were shaking with angry tears streaming down your face.

“Oh (Y/N)… I..”

“NO! You shut your fucking mouth for once,” you roared, “You know what, I knew you were going to be mad when you found out about this, but I at least thought you would be respectful! Thomas had been nothing but kind to me since I gave him a chance! Laf is his friend too… I don’t see why you can’t just attempt to get along!”

“Oh of course he is being kind to you! He knows he can win you over so he can rub it in my face…”

“Not everything is about you Alexander! Is it so insane that he might not be some monster? I’m going to be his date to the gala. You aren’t going to ruin this for me Alex,” you conclude.

“But why?! He is awful. He is going to take advantage of you (Y/N)! I’m trying to help you before he does something awful,” he reasoned, “He doesn’t care about you, why would you want to date him?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!” You yelled.

Alex stared at you slack jawed. You were breathing heavily and the realization of what you had just shouted was creeping into your head. You stared at Alexander wide eyed. The silence between you was heavy and it was obvious that he had no idea what to say to your declaration.

“So you better just get over it Alex. I will see you in class tomorrow,” you said curtly before turning on your heels and storming away.

#thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #jefferson x reader #hamilton the musical #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fan fiction #reader insert #tjeff x reader #x reader

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my-dearest-angie · 8 years ago

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A Ship of Dreams

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson

Genre: Romance, Angst

Rating: Teen

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: (Titanic AU) Thomas was the son of a floundering lawyer. Alexander was an orphan with a sharp tongue and a knack for making enemies. They met at the bow of a ship...

1995

John Laurens squeezed his eyes shut as the salty sea breeze whipped through his hair. He grinned as the sea craft crested a wave, dipping slightly and causing his stomach to jolt gleefully.

“John, mon ami, we will be launching soon!”

“Yeah Jack, get your ass down here!”

John grinned, bounding down a short flight of stairs into the lower deck of the small vessel. Grabbing the wall on his way down, he whipped around the corner with a smile.

“Today’s the day boys. I can feel it.”

Hercules Mulligan rolled his eyes, disbelieving, but grinning none the less as he made final adjustments to the smaller craft that would take them below the surface. John always had a horribly infectious good mood.

Behind him, Gilbert Lafayette mumbled a joyful little song in French, as he navigated their current vessel and absently glanced at the small screen displaying a readout from the ship’s forward-scan sonar of the ocean floor, over two miles below them.

“Oui John, how you say, ninth time’s the charm?”

“That it is Laf, that it is!”

Ping

Lafayette’s eyes snapped back to the screen and he clapped his hands together.

“We are here.”

Mulligan let out a little whimper. John turned to face him, concerned.

“What’s wrong, Herc?”

“I just…I’m going to be stuck in this little pod for at least ten hours.”

Laf swiveled in his seat. “I did not know you were claustrophobic, mon ami?”

Herc pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not. I’m going to be stuck in a pod for ten hours…with you two. God help me.”

Laf sat back with a laugh, spinning his swivel chair. “Ah, but Hercule, your life would be so boring without us.”

Mulligan’s lips twitched. “It’d be more peaceful that's for sure.”

“You hate peace.”

“I’ve never had it, how would I know?”

The two continued their banter as they climbed into the small sub, a smiling Laurens shaking his head behind them.

—

“Take the camera, Herc.”

“Why?”

“For posterity! History will look back on this day, I promise you that, so we must capture this moment.”

“John, you’re wearing sweatpants.”

“I-I don’t care.”

“Are you sure you wish to be immortalized in sweatpants?”

“Laf, stay out of this. Herc, just run the camera.”

Hercules smirked as he lifted the small camcorder and John struck a dramatic pose near the small window, shielded in thick glass.

“It still gets me every time…”

“What, the water pressure?”

John scowled and made a grab for the camera. Hercules held it above his head and John chuckled, mumbling, “asshole.” John jumped, catching the camera in his hand, and sticking his tongue out at Mulligan, before returning to his window.

“It still gets m—Laf stop laughing! It still gets me every time. Seeing the sad ruin of the great ship, a ghost of her former self, entombed in a watery grave where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912 after her long fall from the world above.”

Laurens turned away from the camera, theatrically. He heard a sniffle off to the side. He turned to see his friends clutching their hearts and fanning their faces.

“That was beautiful, Jack.”

“Why do I put up with you two?”

The pair grinned impishly as they set to work preparing the ROV for launch. John turned back to the camera.

“In just a few moments, we’ll be taking the ROV out for a spin on the B deck, where most of the first class rooms once were. Hopefully, we’ll have more success here.”

“Alright, good to go.” Mulligan finished inputing the last bit of new navigation programming, something they had sorely needed, apparently, especially after the bathtub incident of last Thursday.

Lafayette sat at the complex looking controls, the tip of his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth, as he carefully maneuvered the ROV, that Laf had insisted they name Spot, into the wreckage, watching the live video feed.

“Easy, easy.”

“Hercule, stop backseat driving!”

“You’re gonna hit the doorframe. Shit! Like that!”

“Barely a scratch.”

“The ship’s really old Laf and ROV’s don’t exactly grow on trees, you know.”

“Do not worry. I will not throw away our Spot.”

Mulligan winced as a chunk of rusted metal was ripped away and floated through the small room. John smiled at their bickering as he gazed at the screen before his eyes narrowed.

“Laf, wait! Go back.”

As the camera spun, his eyes landed on a door resting on the floor, leaning slightly ajar.

“Lift the door.”

Spot’s robotic arm extended and flipped the ancient piece of polished wood. Herc winced, but the door was soon forgotten as he saw what lay underneath. As the cloud of silt cleared, a dark object came into view. A safe.

Hercules felt his jaw drop open. Lafayette cried out with glee. John clapped his hands on his friends’ shoulders.

“It’s payday boys!”

—

Hauling the safe back to the surface was no easy task, but so worth it to see what lay within. At least in John’s mind.

As the metal box, red with rusted grime was pulled from the sea, Lafayette popped open a bottle of champagne. Some may have said it was premature, but he had a right to be excited. This was the fruit of their effort. Their mutual goal these past three years. So, damn right they were excited! Even Hercules let out giddy laughs every now and then.

As the hinges of the safe were drilled, the three toasted their glasses. As the metal door fell away, Laurens hopped forward excitedly. He sifted through the contents for a moment, before his shoulders slumped.

Hercules stepped forward. “John?”

Laurens only shook his head.

Herc sighed. “Shit.”

John pulled out some old, sodden papers. Some money. A few letters. Old bonds that weren’t worth a thing. He sighed. Back to square one.

—

The news crew had arrived by the time the restorers from several museums had set up by the dock, trying to save the documents. John moped a few feet away from them. Whenever a reporter came up to him, he tried to be accommodating and not lose his temper, but it was so damn frustrating. They had nothing. Nothing!

Behind him, he could hear Laf scuffling around the restorers, trying to see what they had found.

He grunted, annoyed, as yet another news van came into view and a bleach blond reporter scurried towards him.

“Mister Laurens, may I have a word?!”

“No.”

“If the pin wasn’t in the safe, do you think it’s out there at all?”

“I—“

“John!”

Laurens turned on his heel at Lafayette’s excited shout. It was filled with…hope. He quickly jogged over.

“Look at this.”

John looked. A letter, still spotted with grime floated underneath a clear solution. The writing was small, cramped, and elegant. At the top left corner was a detailed sketch of a delicate, silvery brooch inlaid with a dark stone on a man’s lapel. The words, though smeared and blurred, were still eligible in parts. John could make out the words “Heart of the Ocean” and “beautiful” without much difficulty. He let out a gasping laugh.

“I’ll be God damned.”

—

“I’ll be God damned.”

“Grandpa?”

“Annie, could you come in here for a moment.”

Annie entered the room to see her grandfather had dropped his copy of the Odyssey, in the original Latin of course, in favor of staring wide eyed at their small television. Annie’s brow creased. Her grandfather hated television. ’The death of intelligence’ he called it. ‘And the harbinger of migraines.’

Seeing the ailing old man staring at the screen so was…odd.

“Annie.” He breathed her name in a whisper.

“I’m here grandpa, what’s wrong?”

He pointed a shaking finger towards the screen. A news broadcast was showing some documents recovered from the wreckage of the Titanic. Annie’s eyes widened. Her grandfather had been a survivor of the wreck. This had to be terribly stressful for him. She moved to turn off the offending machine before a wrinkled hand closed around her wrist with a hushed, “no.” She glanced back, startled. He released her after a moment, wringing his hands.

“Could you get me the phone sweetheart.”

Annie nodded mutely, slightly stunned, and passed him the landline.

—

“Oh, this is fantastic!”

“John, phone for you.”

“Not now, Herc.”

“I really think you’ll want to talk to this guy.”

John tore his gaze away from the letter and drawing reluctantly, as he was handed the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Mr. Laurens, is it?”

“Yes sir, but I really don’t have time to answer any—“

“I was wondering if you had found ‘the Heart of the Ocean’ yet, Mr. Laurens.”

John felt his fingers go slack around the receiver and fumbled for a moment so as not to drop it. Mulligan nodded knowingly.

“Alright sir, you have my attention. Can you tell me anything about the letter?”

“Of course. I was there when it was written.”

—

“Are we really sure about this guy?”

“Herc, you’re the one who told me to hear him out.”

“I know, but—“

“So, let’s hear him out.”

Mulligan growled sourly behind him as the helicopter landed. A woman in her mid-thirties hopped out and reached back to retrieve a wheelchair. Setting it down, she offered her arm to a positively ancient man as he struggled down the steps. He smiled at her, deep lines etched in his face. Long curls of white and silver hair were tied back in a small ponytail that floated like smoke in the slight breeze as the girl wheeled him forward.

John met them halfway, Hercules trailing behind. He extended a hand and a warm smile towards the man who shook it with surprising force.

“Hello, Mr. Jefferson.”   “Mr. Laurens. This is my granddaughter, Annie.”

The woman shook his hand in kind. There was a dark look in her eyes that said she did not wish for her grandfather to be here.

“Would you care to get some rest after your long flight. It is a ways from Virginia.” He hoped to appease the scary woman. The man looked up at him.

“I would prefer to see the letters.”

—

John stood back as the old man stared down at the letters, a wistful smile crossing his face. Herc and Laf stood off to the side, pretending to adjust equipment as they watched him. The granddaughter scowled in the corner.

At last, the man sighed and turned to face the trio.

“I suppose you have questions then?”

John walked forward, stuttering slightly. “Uh, y-yes. You see, this letter is dated April 14, 1912, meaning it was written the day the ship was lost. If you were there when this letter was written, you’re our best shot at knowing what happened to the diamond.”

“Dreadfully heavy thing. I pinned it on and my whole jacket drooped.”

The room became deadly silent as the three treasure hunters stared, mouths agape.

“Y-you?”

“Yes, yes Mr. Laurens I wore it once. A long time ago. It’s not really of much consequence. Now, if you would care to show me more of your operation here, I’d be much obliged.”

The three treasure hunters and Annie nodded mutely, trailing after the old man as he wheeled himself inside.

On a small table rested a few other artifacts recovered from the ship. John watched as the man stood on unsteady legs, shuffling towards the objects. He picked up a tarnished piece of silver about the size of his hand; the head of an elegant cane. His fingers trembled and the handle fell back on the table as his hands covered his face and he let out a small sob. Annie rushed forward, settling him back in the wheelchair.

“Grandpa, maybe you should go rest.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No! I’ve been resting too long Annette. Resting for what seems my whole life. I will not rest now.”

John stepped forward. “Really, Mr. Jefferson, you don’t have to.”

“No, Mr. Laurens, I don’t. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. I want this.” The old man raised his chin defiantly. “Now, I’d be most interested to see what you have to say on this subject Mr. Mulligan.”

“I, uh…”

“You are the resident expert, are you not?”

Poor Hercules nodded quickly, gesturing vaguely towards a computer on the far wall, a simulation displayed on it. Jefferson nodded graciously, wheeling his way over.

Hercules spent the next ten minutes giving a thorough and clinical account of the sinking of the ship, becoming more comfortable as time went on.

“The stern bobs for a few minutes, before going under around 2:20 AM on the morning of the 15th, two hours and forty minutes after the collision.

Jefferson raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, Mr. Mulligan for that very scientific assessment. I must say, however, the experience of it was…quite different.”

John leaned forward. “Could you tell us?”

The old man closed his eyes. “It’s been eighty-three years.”

“That’s alright, anything you can remember—”

His eyes snapped open. “Do you want to hear this story or not, Mr. Laurens?”

John clamped his jaw shut.

“It’s been eighty-three years, but I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in.

Titanic was called the ship of dreams.

And oh, what a dream it was.”

#hamilton #jamilton #titanic au #fanfic #wip #multi chapter

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potter-imagines · 8 years ago

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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)

Your boys would be the sweetest in the world

Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French

“Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”

Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.

Here's how your multiple turtle purchases would go down...

Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart. “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head. “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”

Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses

Cuddle sessions

You’d probably have a chores chart

John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four

They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved

Random surprises at work

It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out

Movie nights galore!!

Giving the boys massages after long hard days

Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson

“He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-” “Alexander!”

Doodling with John in your free time

Braiding the boy’s hair

“My love, are those flowers that you’re-” “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”

Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him

Thousands of group selfies

You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared

The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other

“That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.” “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”

They’d love to baby you despite your protests

After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you

Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented

Shoulder kisses

The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting

You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing

But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode

He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf

But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down

“Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”

This would be Alex’s snapping point

Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight

The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them

Morning showers together

The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills

After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods

Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.

“Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”

Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation

“He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”

He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often

Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys

John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands

Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.

Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.

Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters

I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times

Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression

“Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?” “Herc now is not the time-” “A pork chop.”

John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out

Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them

“Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself. “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you, “Right you are, John.”

Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.

Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side

Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys

But let's be real, the sex would be outstanding

Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways

Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He's also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.

Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words

Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He's to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.

But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up

Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast

Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.

Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker

In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough

Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions

He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in

You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.

So many kisses

Exploring the city together

Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things

It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed

And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John

Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need

Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want

But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)

It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’

Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.

Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.

The boys all had different drunk types

Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.

“Y/n… can you please cuddle me?” “Jack gimme kisses.” “Hercules can you make me pizza?” “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!” “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”

John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.

Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.

Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.

Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.

The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.

Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.

John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.

There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.

Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.

You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.

You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV

Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.

Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.

You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight, “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.” “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after. “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present. Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man's hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk, “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!” “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”

But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it!

- Daizy xx

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jeggy M? (when it rains/storms/snows)

Peggy sighed as she stared out the window. “So I guess parkour isn’t happening today, huh?”

John leaned against the back of her sofa, his nose almost touching the glass. “I mean, we could do it. We just couldn’t film it.”

“So parkour isn’t happening today?”

“No.” John turned around and started taking off his Jordans. “So what do you want to do instead?”

Peggy sighed again, her breath fogging up the window. A trash bin had gotten knocked over, and damp, bright garbage was being strewn across the street. A kid holding his jacket over his head stepped in the remnants of some rice as he hurried to cover. “I don’t want to go outside.”

John looked around her apartment. “Ok so uh. Netflix?”

“Sure.” She pushed herself off the couch and headed into her room. She grabbed her laptop off her bed, and the half eaten bag of corn nuts off her bedside table. She started back to the living room and opened her mouth to ask John what he wanted to watch, then stopped when she saw the needle and yarn in his hands.

“What’s that?”

“I started knitting.” He said it quickly, like he was looking to get the exchange over with. “Is it okay if I do that while we watch?”

“Yeah, of course.” Peggy set the laptop on the coffee table in front of them. “When did you start doing it?”

“Last week,” he said. After a pause, he added, “my therapist thought it’d help with stuff.”

“Oh yeah?” She looked over at him. He was focused on the yarn, brow furrowed in concentration, frowning slightly. “Is it? Helping?”

“Sort of. I don’t know.” John’s hands stopped, he made a noise of frustration, and then tried to undo his last stitch. “I’m not very good.”

“I don’t think you need to be good for it to help with stress.” Peggy watched him stare down the pattern, then tear away more of his work. “Or anger. Whatever. I think it’s just supposed to be relaxing.”

“It’d be more relaxing if I was good at it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” She clicked on her Netflix bookmark, and scrolled aimlessly through the homepage. She looked back over at John. He was still looking at his work. “Uh. You still want to do this?”

John looked up quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Dr. Le said I could do it when I’m watching TV or whatever. I’m good.” He looked back down. “You pick what we watch.”

Peggy leaned back from her computer. His knitting was circular, and in some green and white pattern. “What’re you making?”

He glanced up at the laptop, still on the homepage, sighed, and shifted to face her. “It’s for Alex,” he said after a minute. “He always complains about the cold, and the only hat he has is that ratty Columbia beanie… I figured I could make him something when I’m doing this, at least.”

“Dawww.”

John glared at her. “Shut up.”

“Dat’s doh dweet.”

He jostled her. “Shut UP.”

“I’m just saying.” She jostled him back. “But like… I don’t think making something for your boyfriend counts as stress relief.”

He looked back down at his work and sighed again. “I know. I’m just… I’m not good at it. And that stresses me out even more.”

“I mean, I don’t think your therapist recommended it so you could replace Herc as the most useful friend or whatever. I think they just thought it’d lower your blood pressure.” Peggy nudged him. “And besides, you’re bad at plenty of stuff, and that’s never stopped you before.”

John grinned at her. “Like parkour.”

“Exactly. And why doesn’t sucking at parkour stress you out?”

“Because it’s fun.” He flopped his head on her shoulder. “And I get to do it with you.”

“Dawww-“

“Shut up, Peggy.”

“Alright, alright.” She grinned and grabbed her laptop from the coffee table, and clicked into the comedy section. “And you know. If you really want to make that damn hat, I’ll knit with you.”

John smiled at her. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said. “It sounds like the kind of shit my therapist would be into, too. And I’m sure having someone worse than you will help.” She stopped scrolling. “Parks and Rec sound good?”

He nodded and nestled into her shoulder further. “You’re great, Peggy.”

She leaned against him. “Yeah, yeah. You too.”

#this is only tangentially related to rain but i don't like precipitation so you just get the cozy indoor shit #count the references to stuff sibylle's into!#hamilton #hamilton fic #john laurens #peggy schuyler #brotp peggy #fic #asks #gamblingdementor

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my-dear-anonym · 8 years ago

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Basking in Firelight-Jamilton Sequel-Part Forty Five

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Part Forty-Five: Presidents

I honestly am just making this up as I go along.

Except the ending....And all the really sad bits.

So, I had this done, but then half of it got deleted and now I'm really upset.

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Warnings below

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"I came believe you both came out on national television," Burr shook his head in disbelief. "You two had enough enemies as it is and now you've added more. Why can't you just keep your mouths shut for once?"

"Smile more?" Hamilton grinned.

"You lost the homophobic vote," Burr stated.

"I couldn't care less," Hamilton said.

"I have a bone to pick with you two," Mulligan barged in through the door and threw himself into Lafayette's couch. The group tended to hang out there, it felt like a neutral zone. "How come you didn't tell us before you told the whole world?!" Everyone looked at their hands. "Oh don't tell me. Don't tell me everyone knew except me?! What the fuck? Laf?"

"I, ah, figured it out on my own," Lafayette scratched his head nervously, smiling.

"Laurens?"

"Umm, yeah, Lafayette accidentally said a little bit too much at a bar one night."

"Madison?"

"I pretty much blackmailed Hamilton into telling me."

"Burr?"

"It's kinda obvious, isn't it?"

"What the fuck you guys? You all knew all this time and didn't tell me?"

"Sorry, Herc," Hamilton mumbled, "I didn't exactly plan for that to happen, it just kinda did."

Mulligan seemed to shrug it off and looked at the group. "So is everyone here gay?" Burr choked into his drink, Lafayette laughed, Laurens just turned dark red, Jefferson was cackling in the corner. After a moment of looking at the group, Mulligan grinned. "You know what?" he said to Hamilton, "You and Jefferson would make an adorable couple."

Jefferson broke into a fit of coughs, his face turning bright red. Hamilton could feel his own face heat up. "Ahh, come on Herc, leave them alone," Lafayette laughed, diffusing the situation before anything could happen. Jefferson and Hamilton were extremely grateful.

"You know Burr," Laurens began, "even though they don't have the homophobic vote, their polls are still high. Right up there with Adams and Washington. The homophobes are almost extinct anyway. If there was one good thing that came out of the King's rule, it was almost total accepted of the lgbtq+ community."

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When the news arrived, Jefferson's chest contracted almost painfully. He never thought it would actually happen. Not so soon. Not like this. He needed more time. But he didn't have it. Jefferson's stomach felt queasy. He wasn't ready for this responsibility. He had it before and he didn't want it again. Not when he still had so much of his own stuff to sort through.

He was President.

When Hamilton heard the news, he didn't know what to think. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. History obviously showed that Washington was the first president. He felt elated and nervous all at once. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to pop open a bottle of champagne and dance around.

Then he found out Jefferson was President too.

Fuck.

It made sense. They were the icons of freedom and resistance. They were opposite parties. They've worked together in the war and we're super successful. The people felt as thought they could trust them.

But Jefferson? Jefferson was the last person he wanted as president after Burr. Hamilton pulled up the poll percentages online. He and Jefferson were at the top, then Washington, and a few votes beneath was Burr. Why couldn't it have been Washington instead of Jefferson? Hamilton could've done so much with Washington by his side. But now at every turn, Jefferson would be standing in his way.

But despite how much Hamilton hated knowing he was going to have to serve next to Jefferson, president was still a huge deal. Celebration was in order. Lafayette and Laurens would no doubt be busting down his door any moment to drag him away to the nearest bar. Hamilton didn't feel like getting shit faced drunk with them. He felt like a quiet celebration with a couple of glasses of champagne.

Only, Hamilton didn't keep champagne. If anyone kept champagne, it'd be Jefferson. That was his type of alcohol. Hamilton made his way to the hotel lobby where he'd hail a cab. The entire way over he kept telling himself that there was no helping it. He didn't have any champagne, but Jefferson would. And it was only proper to celebrate with other guy who got elected, who just so happened to be Jefferson too. Deep down, Hamilton knew they were all excuses and that he just wanted to see him. But he would never admit it.

By the time he was standing on Jefferson's doorstep, he was nervously running his hand through his hair, tapping his foot and drumming his fingers against his leg.

Jefferson opened the door and immediately stepped aside when he saw it was Hamilton, letting him enter without hesitation. "What're you doing here?" he asked.

"Celebrating," Hamilton said, making his way to the kitchen.

"And you had to do that here?" Jefferson asked, closing the door.

"I didn't have any champagne," he answered easily, pulling a bottle from Jefferson's cupboard.

"Hotel room service couldn't provide?"

"And I figured I should celebrate with the other elected party, that just happens to be you."

Jefferson reached into a high cupboard over Hamilton's head, grabbed a couple of champagne glasses with his long fingers and stole the bottle from Hamilton's hands in one fluid motion. Setting the glasses down of the counter he looked at Hamilton, "Let's celebrate then." He popped the cork and sloshed the liquid into the glasses expertly, handing one off to Hamilton. "To the elections, Mr. President," Jefferson held out his glass in a toast.

"May we serve through easy times." Hamilton touched his glass to Jefferson before lifting the glass to his lips. "How's it feel to be president again?" Hamilton asked as Jefferson led them into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

"I can feel the stress already," he sighed, looking up at Hamilton as he stood there.

"It can't be that bad," Hamilton said, sinking into the sofa next to Jefferson, "It's not like we're on the verge of war with France and England this time."

"Say that again when you're actually behind the desk instead of critiquing from the sidelines. The stress builds up in your chest and locks up your back."

"I know. I used to run out all your knots when you came home from the office."

"You did? I can't recall."

"I know. It's okay, don't worry about it," Hamilton said, sipping at his champagne, leaning back comfortably into the couch, eyes closed, enjoying the peace for once.

Jefferson studied Hamilton as he relaxed. It was odd. Not long ago, Hamilton was always tense around Jefferson, ready to leap up and run out the door at moment's notice. Watching Jefferson with hopeful eyes whenever he said something that might spark his memory and the disappointment when nothing did. Now he just seemed so comfortable. Jefferson could remember the hate between them from arguing over the new government and where it would go. He could still feel that burning hatred in his chest.

No. Not hatred, but still burning. Hot and heavy and intense. He suddenly felt Hamilton's hands tugging at his hair, clawing down his bare back. The heat radiating from where their bodies were pressed together, Hamilton pinned beneath him. The heavy breathing, the gasps, the moans.

Jefferson blinked. Hamilton hadn't moved, was still sipping his champagne, not a care in the world. Jefferson tried not to look at his soft lips or imagine how Hamilton's silky hair would feel in his hands. It would be so easy. So so easy, for Jefferson to lean down, to pin Hamilton beneath him, reenact what he just felt. His body was on fire.

No. He couldn't. Never. It wasn't right. The two presidents could have and affair with each other. It was impossible. Scandalous. There was no way Jefferson could ever do such a thing. He'd be out of office in the blink of an eye.

Hamilton opened his eyes to find Jefferson staring at him. It was obvious that he was deep in thought be the way his eyes were unfocused and glazed over. He was probably thinking about the responsibility of being president again. Hamilton was anxious too.

"What're you thinking about?" Hamilton asked.

Jefferson jolted from out of his head, his face flushing deeply. "The presidency," he stammered.

Jefferson never stammered. Ever. He was always cool, collected, and every word had eloquence to it. But Hamilton didn't imagine it. "Anything in particular?" he questioned.

"Not really," Jefferson tried to say smoothly but failed, his face somehow managing to turn redder.

Hamilton suppressed a smile. There was only one line of thought that could have that effect on Jefferson. But he couldn't be sure. Hamilton sat up and leaned forward, Jefferson shifted nervously in response. Yep, Hamilton was right. He shifted slightly and settled back down into the couch as if his intention was always just to reposition.

Jefferson slowly relaxed and they both went back to quietly sipping their champagne. Hamilton wasn't going to do a damn thing. Nope. He fucked up once before when he was drunk, he had no intention of doing it again. Jefferson had built up the courage to make the first move in a time when it was illegal, he could build up the gall again and move when he was ready.

They were enjoying their quiet celebration, that is, until Lafayette, Laurens, and Mulligan busted down Jefferson's door. Literally. The hinges tore from the wall and the door fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Hamilton and Jefferson were on their feet in an instant, both aiming pistols at the intruders. Hamilton pulled his from his holster, but he had no idea where Jefferson's gleaming silver gun appeared from. It was like magic. When they both realized who the others were, they put their weapons away.

"What did you do to my door?!"

"I'm sorry Jefferson, but your door looked lonely so we gave it a hug," Laurens answered.

"And what were you two doing on the couch? Leaping up so suddenly?" Lafayette asked knowingly.

Hamilton stalked over and poured his champagne over Lafayette's head, "Drinking champagne and celebrating," Hamilton said, "That's all," he hissed quietly.

"Celebrating?! You call this celebrating?" Mulligan asked. "Nuh uh, this isn't even close. This is not the proper way to celebrate becoming presidents."

Jefferson rolled his eyes, draining the last of his champagne. Hamilton and Jefferson were then dragged from the house, taken prisoners by their own friends so they could be shown how to celebrate properly.

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Warnings: alcohol, sexual thoughts

#alexander hamilton #hamilton #jefferson x hamilton #hamilton x jefferson #thomas jefferson x alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton x thomas jefferson #hamilton x thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x hamilton #jamilton #jamilton fanfiction #jamilton fanfic #basking in firelight

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imagine--buddies · 8 years ago

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Valentine’s Special: Happy Valentine’s Day-- Phillip Hamilton

Request!: N/a

Paring: Phillip Hamilton X Reader

TW: cursing, contest, lady and the tramp, idk what else WC: 1472

A/N- We’re so sorry this was late but we finished it last night and here it is!!

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“NO PEEKING.” Phillip screamed through the door.

“C'mon Phillip please???” You said back.

“No, Y/n! It’s called a surprise for a reason, you’ll find out on valentine’s day!” “Ugh!” You groaned and stomped into the kitchen. Your boyfriend Phillip has locked you out of your shared room until Valentine’’s Day. Which was tomorrow. “I want my damn bed, not the couch! What are you planning that it keeps me from my comfort?!”

“We have a pullout couch for a reason!” He hollered. “Just come out of the room, Phillip! We live in an apartment! We’re going to get a noise complaint!” You yelled back. “Again!” “Babe, as much as I’d love that, I’d prefer to stay here.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. The smug bastard. “Well if you won’t let me in, I’m going out with Theo!” You announced. “I’ll be back by 10!” You slammed the door behind you and headed to the elevator.

——————— You walked up to the cafe and sat across from your best friend, Theodosia. “Bastard’s trying to prove he can out-romance me by giving me the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You said and you plopped down into the seat with your drink.

“Hello to you too!” She chuckled, but when she saw the seriousness on your face she sighed. “Why is everything always a competition with you two?”

“Competition implies he gets to win!“ You laughed. You thought for a second, "Can you help me pick out a wedding ring?” Theodosia nearly spit out her drink. "God you’re crazy.” “Thank you.” You both laughed, and ordered drinks. For the next half hour you talked about which stores you should go to. When you finished your drinks you both left. “I’m thinking a huge diamond… Or maybe Sapphire?” “Hmm… I don’t know. I don’t think you’re the sapphire kind of gal.” “Theo…” you dragged on. “It’s not for me! Remember?” “Oh, true.” “Oh, this is going to be so fun!” Over the next two hours you and Theo looked over every ring. Sapphire or Pearl. Big or small. Round or square. You were exhausted and low on hope. And then you spotted it. Well, technically Theo did, but hey Phillip doesn’t need to know that. “It’s perfect.” You might’ve made the sales clerk deaf from all the squealing. “I suppose you want that one?” The clerk said while massaging his temple. “Yes.” You looked up at him, “Yes, I do.” ————————-

Meanwhile in the apartment…

“Are you sure she won’t be home?” His mother inquired.

“Yeah, she went out with Theo.”

“Great., because i brought back up.” Eliza opened the door to reveal her husband and his friends.

“Oh dear god.”

“Oui?” A collective groan ensued.

“Lafayette for the last time, you are not god.”

“This is going to be a long day.”

“Then we should get started.”

It was going to be a long evening. Alexander had been ‘lovingly’ slapped upside the head by his wife, not to mention the others had received a few also. Phillip nervously ran around the shared bedroom trying to fix everything to look perfect. ——– You snuck into your apartment, shopping bag in hand. You quickly hid it in the one place Phillip would never go. The dishwasher. Phillip has never touched it, and probably never will for as long as he lived. “Y/n? Is that you?” You slammed the dishwasher shut right as Phillip waltz into the kitchen looked frazzled. “You look more stressed than when I left, Phillip, are you okay?” “I’m just glad you’re home.” He paused, “so are you gonna explain the slamming of the dishwasher?” “It was nothing… I was just checking how many were in there.” Phillip raised his eyebrow. “Yep, none. Maybe we should start using this, or we could replace it! How does a wine cooler sound?” You improvised, silently thanking yourself for wearing anti-perspirant. “…Okay…” Phillip said, more nervous than curious. He cleared his throat, “What do you want to eat? Italian?!” You shrugged and dropped your purse on the counter, “Yeah, su-” “I said: ITALIAN?!” You jumped at the sudden raise of volume in his voice, “Phillip why are you screaming? You’re scaring me…” “ITALIAN! ITALIAN!” Phillip repeated. “What, oh. OH!” You heard some voices exclaim.

Within 39 seconds, Phillip’s father and his friends burst out of your room dressed as waiters. Hercules whisked you from your spot and lead you to the linen clad table. Laurens set the table, complete with candles and roses, while Lafayette stood by with a fancy serving platter. You smiled, “Phillip what is this?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Phillip said as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles. He then sat in the chair across from you. Lafayette stood at the side of the table. He turned towards the two of you, and said, “Bonjour. Je m'appelle Lafayette, I will be your chef tonight. For your entertainment we have this classical motion picture by the name of Lady and the Tramp.” (read this in his accent) You looked over at Phillip. He knew that Lady and The Tramp was your favorite movie. You had watched it so many times at that he loved it just as much too. “Now, enjoy.” He bowed and exited the room. Eliza took the DVD out of the case and put it into your laptop, which was connected to a projector. The projector whirred and started up, that’s when you noticed a sheet hanging on the wall. Phillip had turned your room into a little movie theatre.

You smiled and proceeded to watch the movie. At some point, you and Phillip had scooter your chairs closer together, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

Soon the scene ‘Bella Notte’ was coming and you hummed along with Tony, and the chorus. At the beginning of the song, the door to your room opened, and John opened the door, allowing Hercules to step in with a large plate of spaghetti and Alex followed close behind with champagne. Eliza entered with a camera and Lafayette hot on her heels in an apron. “Bon appetite!” Herc said as he slid the huge plate of spaghetti onto the table. “Smile!” Eliza exclaimed and you and Phillip smiled happily as he slid his arm around your shoulder and Eliza snapped a picture of the moment. “Phillip you truly went above and beyond this year.” You chuckled, making him think he won this year. “I want this night to be special because you deserve it.” He squeezed you hand, and kissed it. You chuckled, “You’re so damn cheesy.” “And you love it.” “I do.” The two of you shared a quick kiss. “Back to the movie!” ————————- A few minutes later John knocked on the door, and entered. He walked briskly over to you, fist closed and whispered in your ear, “I think you’re gonna need this.” He then sat the bag, that you brought the ring home in, next to you while Phillip was engrossed in the movie. After John left, Phillip leaned over and whispered, “What was that about?” “Ummm…. Tampon????” You panicked. “Oh, okay.” Phillip shrugged and the two of you went back to watching the movie.

Too soon the credits started to roll. Phillip released you from his grip to stretch before pulling you off the couch. “Phillip.” You dragged on, “I was comfortable!” “I know, but hold on, I have to do this.” Phillip stood up and shook off his nervous jitters. “Oh god, please be cake.” You joked. Phillip turned to glare, effectively shutting you up. He smiled to soften the glare, “Maybe later, hun. I just want to ask you something.” “…Okay? Is everything alright?” “Everything is fine, but it would be much better, forever, once I ask you this.” Phillip said and gets down on one knee. “Mx. Y/n L/n, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband/wife/spouse?” No. Fucking. Way. In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t of burst out laughing. You fell on your knees gasping for air before looking up at Phillip’s horrified face. “You don’t… Why? Did I do something wrong? Too soon?” He was devastated. “It was too soon wasn’t it!” “Babe. I gotta show you something.” You pulled out the ring box from the bag and got down on one knee for emphasis. “You we’re gonna… and then I did… Ohhhhhhhh.” Phillip realized what happened. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” You held up your ring for him. “Happy Valentine’s day.” He held up his ring, and the two of you shared a kiss after placing the rings on the proper fingers. “I love you.” “I love you too, Y/n.” “You know that I won right?” Phillip bragged. “Yeah, okay,” You relented. “but next valentine’s day, you’re in for something amazing.” Phillip smiled, “I can’t wait.”

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pairing ; washington x reader

summary ; washington needs his wife back from the damned redcoats.

words ; 2,178

warnings ; kidnapping; sexual comments; cussing (oops)

note ; not exactly the most proud of this one, but upon suggestion, it hath been published

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“You're not taking her away from me!”

The terrifying yells from an American General filled the silence of his tent, overpowering the tension of which you could slice with a knife. The soldiers standing in front of him were thin-lipped, their mouths shut at the General’s sudden outburst. Their eyes were wide with surprise, having never seen their commander in such disarray.

“That is the love of my life out there, in danger,” his voice got low, his deep brown eyes narrowing. “I will not hear your idle, pointless words advising against getting her back.”

The air quickly became tense once more, the General’s Right Hand Man, Alexander Hamilton, and the only french general fighting for the Americans, Marquis de Lafayette, standing there. That's quite literally all they were doing – their breath had caught in their throats upon hearing Washington’s threatening tone, and their hands had stopped fidgeting out of pure fear.

“Mon amie,” the frenchman piped up, shaking his nervousness and lifting a hesitant hand, “we want her back just as you, but…”

“We can't rush blindly, sir,” Alexander continued, “and with all do respect, it simply isn't smart.”

“Lafayette, Hamilton, I do not care about what is and what is not ‘smart’. I only care about getting y/n, my y/n, back.”

Once more, the two soldiers General Washington trusted most were rendered speechless – quite the feat for Alexander Hamilton. They had never seen Washington like this, so stressed, so… defenseless. His eyes had deep bags, and although his voice was low and threatening, you could hear the pain and worry behind it.

“Sir—”

“Alexander. Think of a way to find my wife. That's an order from your commander.”

Hamilton gave a nod, turned on his heel and walked out of the tent with Lafayette coming shortly after. When the two left, the ma

n in charge crumpled.

Falling back in the wooden chair he was made, he let out a shaky breath. You need to be okay, you have to be okay.

George Washington couldn't live without you. You were his wife, his whole reason for being – he vowed he would never let you go on the day you married, and he sure as hell wouldn't do it now.

Thoughts began to plague his mind after waiting a few more moments in silence. That was poison to the mind of a man in war, to the mind of a man trying to fix the life he built from the ground.

If only he had been there. If only he hadn't find out to fight that day, maybe you would still be safe – maybe he would still know you were safe.

But it wasn't his fault. The British were unrelenting; they played by their own rules, created loopholes when the rest of the string had been tied into invincible knots. Washington knew this, of course, but he didn't think they would go so far as to abduct you from his home, let alone find out that you were his wife.

He began to think too much, so he snapped himself out of it by rubbing his eyes with the bottom of his palms. Not now, he would not think like that now.

After a few more agonizing moments alone, Alexander came into the tent, placing a piece of paper on Washington’s desk. “Herc just came back. These are the camp’s plans.”

“How do we know this is the camp she's at?”

“I asked Hercules the same,” Hamilton said, pride hidden beneath his stoic tone, “he saw them carrying her in. They were making joke about how she was right under our noses, and we would never know until it was too late.”

“Okay,” Washington rose quickly, grabbing his hat and resting his hand against his sword, “then we’re going. It's night, surely they won't expect this. Someone has to find what tent she's in, so we need to scope out the encampment first.”

“Already on it, Sir,” Alexander said, the prideful sound coming back to his voice. “Lafayette sent out a few men to scout.” “Alexander,” Washington started, looking down at his hands, “get ready. We’re going to get her back.”

Seconds past and the two men were out of the tent and getting on their horses, heading toward the camp with a mission. Clicking of their horses hooves was the only sound to accompany the whooshing of wind in their ears, and if it weren’t for the fact that Washington wanted to get you back so bad, they probably would’ve stopped to just rest for a second.

Though, that rest did come in the form of slowing down upon reaching a part where they needed to remain quiet, so they wouldn’t get caught.

Hamilton dismounted, as well as Washington, and went behind some shrubbery, narrowing his eyes at the camp in front of him. The General was looking around, focusing on any strange sights or sounds he might’ve seen or heard.

When even that was unsuccessful, they decided to advance, furthering their descent behind enemy lines. They went behind a tent that most likely had a sleeping soldier in it, careful to take quiet steps and to keep their swords from clanging against their suit or dragging on the ground when they crouched.

“Alex, I need you to go over there,” he pointed to a tent a few paces away, “if we split up, we can cover more ground, find her, and get out of here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The smaller man obediently followed his commander’s orders, going ahead of him with quick and quiet steps. Washington looked away from him, scanning over the little pathways between the tents that were just big enough to allow no more than one man to slip through.

Taking that opportunity in his grasp, he walked in between the tents and looked into the middle of the camp. The first thing he saw made his breath catch in his throat and his jaw clench in anger. There you sat, your hands bound behind your back and your head hung low.

Your hair was a mess, the portion of your face visible to your husband dirty, and your dress had been carelessly torn. He could tell that it had been by a man, considering the rip-line was slightly straight. At realizing this, his anger flared, and the thought of them trying to wrestle— no.

He shook his head, grimacing and pushing the thought away. Looking up, he noticed there was one or two soldiers standing beside you, and considering it was the center of camp, Washington knew doing anything remotely close to snapping their necks or killing them was out of the picture.

He needed to think of a better plan, something more stealthy. His mind immediately went to some sort of distraction, and as cliché as it sounds, he went for throwing a rock or two. Only one of the redcoats were distracted, the other just seemed to be ogling over you, his eyes set on the back of your dress.

Just as Washington was going to move to another area, he heard the ogler clear his throat. “So, the General’s wife, huh?”

Another voice, most likely the other redcoat, replied, “Hell yeah. All Anderson’s idea, too.”

“Anderson, eh? Remind me to give him my thanks once I’m done with her,” he chuckled.

The other redcoat chuckled along with him, and he could hear you beginning to groan. “If you’ve truly a plan with me, why am I sitting in front of a fire with you dims behind me?”

“Well, Mrs. Washington, you’re husband is bound to be here any second. He knows of your being captured, so what better than tease him with your tattered self?”

“Quite the elegant plan if I do say so myself,” Ogler added.

“Obviously you lack the appropriate knowledge to understand the definition of elegant. If I were you, I’d just shut up,” you retorted. Washington smiled, loving at how, even now, you were witty with your comebacks and refused to submit to other men.

“Watch it, girl,” Ogler threatened.

“Or what?”

He reached down and slapped you, snapping your head to the side and making you clench your jaw. George had seen enough to know he had to do something, and soon. Backing away from his alley, he went to wear he and Alexander split up and found his right hand man watching on in anger, just as he had.

“Hamilton! On my count, we go,” Washington’s jaw set, his fingers coming up as he counted from three.

Three, they moved up in the alleyway together, this one slightly bigger than the one George had previously occupied.

Two, they took quiet steps forward until they were just a couple paces away from the British soldiers.

One. They were quick, George reaching up and quickly snapping the neck of Ogler, and Alex grabbing the other man’s gun and pushing it up into his jaw, successfully killing the soldier.

You had turned around just as Alexander finished, watching the redcoat’s body drop as if it were an anchor to a ship. George immediately went to cut the rope binding your hands, getting it off in mere seconds.

Once you were free, you let George bring you up before softly pulling you into a protective hold. His hand was on the back of your head, his lips pressed against your temple. Your head was resting on his collarbone, your breath becoming ragged as you felt tears sting your eyes. “I’m here, my dear. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Alexander smiled as he stood behind you, taking a moment to look over the scene in front of him. He’d never seen the general so weak, so vulnerable, but at the same time, so ready to protect, to give his life to save yours.

Just as Hamilton began to relax, a sudden sound of rushing feet caused his attention to snap to the right. “General! We need to go!”

George’s eyes snapped open, his head snapping to the side and his reactions instantaneous. Grabbing you by the hand, he began to run, ducking in between tents and making sure to move in the shadows in order to confuse the soldiers. The redcoats rushed directly passed the two of you, and although they didn’t notice you, the fear of something else happening clenched at your chest and caused your breath to fully disappear.

Once the General thought the coast was clear, he pulled you away, Alexander following close behind. You sprinted to the horses, you climbing onto George’s and him hoisting himself up behind you. Grabbing the reins, he snapped the ropes and the three of you were off.

You laid back for a second, pressing your back to his chest and breathing out. It had been too long since you’d seen your husband, so you were relishing every moment you had with him. He leaned down and kissed your temple, pressing his arms in and holding you steady as the horse galloped back to your camp.

You quickly looked back, relieved at not seeing any redcoats following. Alexander, however, remained steadfast, leaning forward and gaining a bit more speed on his horse in order to keep up with George.

After a few more minutes, you were back to camp, just wanting to go into your husband’s tent, lay down, and cuddle against him. He got off the horse before you, pulling you gently into his arms and having one of the other men tie it up.

The both of you walked in silence to his quarters, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s hands the overall euphoria of being reunited. He walked you into the tent, telling you to stay put as he dealt with the curious soldiers outside. “She is fine. She will be staying with us tonight, and possibly tomorrow night. More details will be given in the morning, but until then, you are dismissed.”

The crowd dispersed, and the chattering of soldiers telling the other men what Washington had said filled the air of the camp. George came through the tent and walked up to you, placing a warm hand on your cheek.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

“Quite, my love. Simple scratches I can tend to in the morn. I really must get sleep, though. Being taken is quite the tiring activity.”

A small laugh escaped your love as he nodded and took you to the area he slept in. You began to discard of your skirts, leaving you in a small, white under-dress that you had opted to wear the day you were taken from your home. George shrugged off his coat and took off his button-up and boots, leaving him in just an undershirt and tight, white pants.

You both crawled in bed, your forehead pressed against his chest and his chin atop your head. It didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep slumber, and just before George joined you, he whispered, “You’re forever safe with me, my dear.”

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