#Lamliza

[lafcoquette]

alex/eliza/john should be called lamliza instead of elams

[herewithstupid]

Like, yes, I understand the /concept/ of OTP. But I can’t help it.

I am a simple piece of trash that is a slut for love.

Can these two characters be imagined in a way they end up seeing the best of each other? Yes?

They gonna get shipped.

No one is safe 💜

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

Alex: Hey Aaron, does John like anyone?

Aaron, shrugs: I don’t know. I think it might be Eliza.

Alex: Who’s Eliza?

Aaron, points out the Schuyler sisters: Blue shirt, long black hair. Second prettiest one. *goes back to his book*

Alex:

Alex:

Alex: Why are girls and guys so hot?

Aaron, deadpan: Global warming.

[quietmillennial]

This has to have been done before. . .

*the house is on fire*

Eliza: YOU'RE BOTH IDIOTS!

Alexander and John: But we're your idiots!

[smoljamesmadison]

Laurens: How long have you known about the pregnancy? A week? A month? A year?

Hamilton: John, we only told Eliza's parents last week.

Laurens: Did you pee on a stick?

Hamilton: I did. It was inconclusive.

Laurens: You should’ve told me.

Eliza: [looks to Hamilton] You’re right. We should’ve realized that you are an equal part of this.

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

‘I Want Her’

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

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

“You can, but I want her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eliza smiled. “I’d love to.”

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

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

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

Positive. Positive. Positive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello John.”

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

“Good!” She said. “Happy and hungry.”

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

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

“What’s in those?” John asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a baby bootie,” stated Alex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shadowkittycat97]

Watching Hamilton from heaven

MusicalPhillip:How ‘bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks?

GhostEliza: *glowering*I see someone takes after his father

GhostHam: *oblivious pride* Yeah, but they accepted!

GhostLaurens: *furious blushing*

[pub-lius]

sorry i haven’t been posting guys. all ive been able to think about is the modern lamliza au that only exists in my mind and one google doc and also im not sorry

[thejamdergod]

Probs rlly hard: I ship lams and hamliza, but NOT Lamliza. Bea made me stan Jacky Custis. My mental health is something that I know not much about, but I know it's a disaster. I either write pure crack, angst, or extreme fluff. There is no in-between for me.

...The entire amrev fandom?

[quillsink]

For the unpopular opinions:

1. Not sure if this is unpopular but I think you can ship both Lams and Hamliza without shipping Lamliza/elams. Like, just because I think Hamilton goes great with them both doesn't mean I think they're poly. I don't have anything against poly ships or anything, but I'm just a multishipper who just likes them both.

2. Angelica in the musical isn't this super kind yet strong character, she's a bit hypocritical in that she's married yet loves someone else but then completely forgets about it when lecturing Hamilton about the affair. Like sure, she's a great character, but I just feel like a lot of fanfictions completely erase her flaws.

3. Historical Hamilton wasn't reckless. He might've saved Laurens's life when he stopped the duel from going on for a second round and it always feels like fanfiction forgets that, like sure, Laurens isn't an uwu turtle boi in them but I just want one fic where it's reversed. Honestly, sure Hamilton was reckless at times, but he wasn't exactly this super brash and bold figure.

4. It doesn't make sense to characterize Hamilton as just 'h*e' or 'sl*t'. Like yes he had an affair, but affairs were incredibly common at the time. The's not trying to justify what he did, it's just that other amrev figures were a lot more promiscuous (cough cough Lafayette). Like, he had a personality other than sl*t.

5. The Reynolds Pamphlet had some justification. Once again, I'm not justifying the cheating part, but the pamphlet part. He published it once he found out that rumors of his affair were being spread and published in the paper, and he confessed only because he was accused of embezzlement and needed to clear his name. And even for Eliza, what would be worse? Being the wife of a cheater, or a thief?

1. Agree. Yeah, that makes total sense! We have evidence that Hamilton was most likely polyamorous, but I highly doubt John or Eliza were. Also, John was most likely gay so he would not be interested in Eliza at all lmao. 

2. Neutral. I agree that Angelica is very hypocritical, but like, isn’t love supposed to make you do weird shit? (don’t have much experience lmao) Also, I believe if the musical was, let’s say, a book or something, Angelica wouldn’t have been so open about her “love” for Hamilton, but in a musical, her doing it openly was the sort of only way to portray it.

3. Disagree. He made a loooot of stupid decisions. However, I feel like he was more reckless in government etc rather than in war, in which case Johnny boy was definitely WAYYYY more reckless.

4. Agree. Mostly whenever I do it, it’s just me doing it as a joke. I will call literally any other historical figure that, so I’m not doing it only because he had an affair, but mostly for fun. Yeah, I do think that how people mostly focus on Hamilton’s affair when there were a lot of other affairs that are ignored is unfair on Hamilton, though.

5. Disagree. Now, I haven’t studied much of Hamilton’s life after the war, so if I get anything wrong, correct me. I believe that he was only accused of fraud, rather than solid evidence. I think he could’ve just let the rumours float rather than publishing the pamphlet, because to be fair, they were only rumours (then again I don’t know what evidence they had when they accused him, please correct me if i get anything wrong)

[the-plxce-to-be-archived-blog]

When Elams goes on and has Angelica, Alex is the father this time, and she ends up having Alex's beautiful eyes. Eliza and John can't stop cooing over how pretty her eyes are, and Alex is secretly pleased because he got his eyes from his mother, and that's just one trait he hoped he could pass on.

these asks are blessings hardy

like this is the greatest omg

[im-writing-out-of-time]

Hi I’m not dead!

Okay so I have a chapter of an Anastasia fanfic to upload hhhhhhhowever

My laptop has been offline so long that I can’t even airdrop to my own phone so I don’t know when I can upload.

In the meantime, I have a few potential stories I could continue and I want input:

Baby Steps - unplanned pregnancy fic

‘I Want Her’- Lamliza surrogacy fic

First Loves- Lams with trans Laurens

Look At Our Son- Hamliza angst

Also I have the Jefferson/Maria one but I’m pretty sure I’m just gonna abandon that one tbh

All of these are on ao3 if you want to read them

[ao3feed-lams]

New Colors

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2syE1U9

by Im_writing_out_of_time

Alexander and Eliza have spent most of their relationship in a state of depression. They love the other with every fiber of their being, but they continually feel as if something is missing. The colors surrounding them are dull and lack luster, and nothing like the vibrancy everyone described to them. Until Alexander bumps into a Southern gentleman on the streets of New York. John Laurens was the piece they had been missing the entire time.

Words: 4218, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, John Laurens, Catherine Van Rensselaer Schuyler (1734-1803), Philip Schuyler (1733-1804), Angelica Schuyler Church, John Church, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, It's Margarita

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler

Additional Tags: elams, Lamliza, Soulmate AU, Colorblind Soulmate AU

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2syE1U9

[punk-cupid]

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

1) Boyf riends (Be More Chill)

2) Tree Bros (Dear Evan Hansen)

3) Lamliza (Hamilton)

[quietmillennial]

It just seems like something they would do . . .

John: *sits on Alex*

Alexander: John, get the hell of a' me!

John: No way, dude! You're fucking comfy.

Eliza: Jack, get off Alexander, please.

John: No.

Alex: I will bite you, Laurens.

John: Ha!

Alex: *Looks at Eliza*

Eliza: *Nods*

Alex: *Bites John on his shoulder*

John: *jumps up* Son of a bitch! Liz! He fucking bit me!

Alex: *Chokes on his laughter*

Eliza: He warned you. Do you want some ice, sweetie?

John: Yes, please.

[smoljamesmadison]

Elams for the ship thing!!

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet: Hamilton. Sometimes Eliza and John will have to get up and find a new blanket.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Eliza. She has to make sure Hams and John haven’t somehow gotten themselves killed in the middle of the day.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Eliza. This woman is a saint.

who gets up first in the morning: Hamilton. He always has shit that needs to get done.

who suggests new things in bed: Hams, probs.

who cries at movies: Eliza, and the boys worry.

who gives unprompted massages: Hams.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: They all do, but Eliza and John ESPECIALLY fuss over Hams, because he refuses to rest when he’s sick.

who gets jealous easiest: Hams.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: John.

who collects something unusual: John totally has a bunch of anime figures.

who takes the longest to get ready: They all take AGES. But they all end up looking beautiful so it’s okay.

who is the most tidy and organised: Eliza is the most tidy, Hamilton is the most organised.

who gets most excited about the holidays: It used to be Eliza and John, until Hamilton saw Jefferson’s Christmas light set-up. Suddenly, he was determined to have the biggest Christmas display EVER.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Hams always tries to be the big spoon, but he’s too smol.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: HAMILTON. JOHN IS ALSO HELLA COMPETITIVE. Eliza is the only one with any chill.

who starts the most arguments: Hams.

who suggests that they buy a pet: John. Let the man have a turtle.

what couple traditions they have: They always hang out with the other Schuyler sisters and their significant others at least once a week.

what tv shows they watch together: They always sit down to watch the newest episode of whatever anime John is excited about at the moment. Hams likes watching political documentaries, and Eliza like music shows, which all three also watch together.

what other couple trio they hang out with: Jeffmadsey (Eliza and Dolley are trying to make all the boys get along. Will it work? Probably not.)

how they spend time together as a couple trio: Taking care of Philip, and normal stuff.

who made the first move: Hams.

who brings flowers home: Hamilton does, usually to apologise for working so much.

who is the best cook: Idk why but I wanna say John.