#Lamliza

[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.

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

New Colors

Request: May we have some Lamliza soulmate au? Preferably one where if a soulmate dies they lose color. And when they meet they gain the ability to see color?

Masterlist

The world was dull. When Alexander touched Eliza’s hand, it had only brought on dull colors, nothing like the colors everyone had described to them. And it was the same for Eliza. Everyone they talked to that was lucky enough to find their soulmate swore the world was vibrant, reds and blues that washed over everything, the green leaves dancing on the trees, and the sudden vibrancy was painfully beautiful to look at after a world of grays. Angelica had met her soulmate and swore that red was the most beautiful color in the world, but Eliza and Alexander could not figure out how. The colors of the world all had a muddy feel to them. They all looked as though they were beneath a stormy sky.

The couple was chronically depressed. They loved each other with all their hearts, they truly did, but they were always yearning for more, for that vibrancy in their sights that everyone had described. Alexander and Eliza had gone to her mother for advice, thinking it was a problem between them, but she had not been any help. Their life was soon lacking as much vibrancy as the colors in front of them.

The only vibrant colors they could see was that of each other’s eyes. They would spend as much time as they could gazing into the only bright color in their lives. Eliza’s eyes were a deep chocolate, two brown pools that shone gold when the light hit them, dark and light swirling together, whereas Alexander’s eyes were bright, an azure blue and violet mixed, flecks of silver splattering throughout.

Eliza stood at the kitchen window, staring out at their lawn, hoping things would change soon. Just one look at her and Alexander could tell what she was thinking. He walked over and left a kiss on her cheek, before finding her hands balled into fists, crinkling the fabric of her skirt.

“It will all be better soon. Imagine, my darling Betsey. Imagine the moment we can finally see color in the world- all the blues and greens, the yellow of the flowers in the summertime- we shall be able to see them all, in all their splendor.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I know Alexander. I only wish we knew why the colors are so lifeless.” She turned around and adjusted his suit coat. “You must get to work. I shall see you tonight when we go to father’s house for supper.” She kissed him gently and he rest his forehead against hers, his hand looping behind her neck to cradle her head.

“I love you, Betsey. With every fiber of my being, I have the deepest of loves for you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the crest of her nose before pressing another to the delicate knuckles of her hand. “I shall be home before evening, my dearest Betsey.”

The sun was low on the horizon as Alexander stacked his papers on his desk, stowing them away in a desk drawer. He pulled his coat on, his movements quick and deliberate, excited that he would be home in time to get ready for dinner at her father’s for once. He grabbed his satchel, hanging it from one shoulder as he walked through the doors of his office. He walked briskly through the front doors of the building where he stood on the cobblestone. He kept his pace quick as he walked home, but his quick movements were stopped as someone called out.

“Pardon me, sir!” The voice had a vaguely different accent, though Alexander could not place it. He stopped in his tracks and turned, searching for the voice that had called out. “Sir, you dropped this.” A man of average stature was behind him, carrying the scarf Eliza had made him.

“Thank you, kind sir. I had not yet noticed that I had dropped this. I give you my thanks, as my beloved Eliza made me this as a gift before our wedding.” It was a simple scarf, but Alexander made sure to wear it in the cold New York weather, and even now, in July, he carried it in his bag.

“I am glad I could return it,” the brunet said. “Good day to you sir.” He began to turn and walk away until Alexander called out to him.

“Sir! May I know your name?”

The man turned around and Alexander stared into his eyes- a vibrant blue, the same color Alexander had imagined the night sky would be immediately after sunset, a brighter daytime blue splattering itself visible in tiny spots across the iris, the nighttime and noon skies meeting in perfect harmony in his eyes. “John Laurens,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Alexander Hamilton.”

The moment their hands met, Alexander was bombarded with color. His eyes blinked automatically, an attempt to adjust to the sudden vibrancy. His own suit was a dark blue and John’s cheeks shone bright, the brisk air bringing out the red in his cheeks. Tears came to Alexander’s eyes as he saw the different colors around him. They were all so bright, so beautiful. He looked over at John, who looked rather underwhelmed.

“The colors are dull, Alexander. They are nothing like anyone has described. I- I feel rather underwhelmed by the color, though I am eternally grateful for having found my soulmate. And here you are. Hello, Alexander,” he said chuckling slightly before the smile fell from his face. “Did you not just mention a wife?”

“You must come home with me at once to meet her John,” he said, grabbing the man’s hand and pulling him down the street. “You are just what we need. You are the one we have been waiting for.”

“The one you have been- Alexander, you are talking nonsense.”

“It will all make sense once you see her, I promise. But come at once, John Laurens.”

The men ran around town until they ran up the winding driveway of the Hamilton household. Alexander burst through the door, John in tow behind him, still skeptical at what was happening.

“Betsey! Eliza, my love, I have someone I want you to meet.” The excitement seeped through his voice, through every ounce of his being. He was bouncing in place, John standing awkwardly behind Alexander, hugging himself.

Eliza strode into the front room, carrying the ribbon for her dress in one hand. “Alexander,” she smiled warmly. “Who is this?”

“Eliza, this is John Laurens. John, my wife, Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton.”

She held out her hand for him and he gently pulled it towards himself, his eyes fluttering closed, and lowered his lips to brush her knuckles. “Enchanted,” he whispered, as he opened his eyes.

Eliza and John gasped moments apart and their eyes both blinked, trying to adjust their eyes to the sudden influx of bright color.

Eliza stared at her husband. His hair was a gorgeous auburn, the perfect combination of red and brown, his cheeks painted red, rather than the dull pink she had grown accustom to seeing. Freckles dotted the apples of his cheeks, crossing the bridge of his nose. The man beside him- John- was slightly taller, his chestnut hair tied back with a red ribbon. Angelica had been right, red was definitely a color worthy for being most beautiful. His eyes were a dark blue, the color of the evening sky just outside the window.

“John,” she whispered, loving the feel of his name. It just felt right. “John, would you accompany us to dinner at my father’s house?”

“I would be an imposition, would I not?” His hand was still holding hers from their greetings and she set her free hand atop his.

“Of course not, John. Mother always makes enough food for everybody she has invited, with extra accommodations for two more guests. Fret not, John, for there will be room for you tonight. Will you come?”

He stared into her brown eyes. “Of course, Elizabeth. If it would please you, I would very much enjoy a good supper.” He looked down at his clothing. “I fear as though I have no respectable garments, Elizabeth.”

“Shall I fetch him a suit of mine, Eliza?”

She released John’s hands and stepped toward him. “John, do not demean yourself. You look very respectable. Should anyone mention your attire and call it anything less than handsome, I will allow Alexander to give everybody present a fierce lashing with his tongue. My family knows better than to get Alexander excited about something.”

Alexander smiled as though he were embarrassed, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “It is almost time for dinner, my dear Betsey. Should I go hitch up the horses to the carriage?”

“Yes, please, Alexander. John, would you be so kind as to tie my ribbon?” She wrapped the silk around her waist and handed either end to him. His arms reached around her body to adjust the ribbon before pulling it taut and tying it in a simple bow. His hands lingered on her hips, the movement feeling familiar. Eliza turned around and smiled at John, before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Eliza watched intently as his cheek turned from cream, to pink, to a blazing red.

Alexander walked in moments later and saw his wife beaming, and his other soulmate’s cheeks burning. He smirked, guessing exactly what Eliza had done. “Eliza, John, the carriage is ready to go. Shall we leave?” Eliza wrapped John’s arm around her and he escorted her to Alexander, who linked her arm through his. John tried to release Eliza’s arm, and Eliza let him, though it placed an ache in her chest as he did.

Her eyes fell to the floorboards, the wood stained a dark brown. Her hand was tense as it grabbed Alexander’s arm. Her free hand came to rest beside the first, grasping Alexander’s jacket. Her stomach churned and she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth.

“Eliza, dearest, are you alright?” Alexander’s azure eyes were dampened with concern.

“Of course my love. Just-” she paused. “Excuse me for a moment, my loves.”

The men stood in the doorway as she moved her body up the stairs elegantly. Alexander grasped John’s hand. “You are as much a part of this as we are John. We will do as much as we can to make you feel welcome. You are our soul mate. You are bonded to me as much as Eliza is, and you are bonded to Eliza as much as she is to me. Our love was difficult before you showed up. We loved each other with every once of our beings, but there was always something missing, and we knew it. We could not see full color, and it put our minds in a bad place, causing stress between us. Now that you are here, we can all see full color. The vividness and brightness is more than we could ever imagine. Please, do not ever doubt your place in our relationship.” Alexander pressed his lips gently to John’s, his hand moving up to cradle his cheek. “Never doubt our love for you, John. You brought the brightness to our lives in the most literal sense.”

John’s cheeks flushed crimson, the heat in his cheeks rising beneath the palm of Alexander’s hand. Eliza strut down the stairs once more in her mint gown, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks, nose, forehead.

Alexander strode to the stairs, his arms outstretched as he grew closer. “Eliza, you look feverish.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You do not feel as though you have a fever. Are you feeling ill?” He stepped back, looking at her slightly watery, bloodshot eyes. “Should I send word to your father that we are unable to make dinner tonight?” John appeared behind Alexander and reached for her hands, leading her down the last few steps.

“Shall we get in the carriage, Eliza?”

“Of course, John. Alexander, I am not feverish, and I only feel slightly ill. We can still make supper tonight. You know my mother would be disappointed if we did not show up.” She pressed a cheek before linking Alexander’s arm through her own. She looked at John sadly wishing he would link arms on her other side, but she chose not to voice her wishes. “Shall- shall we go?”

John caught the look she gave him and wrapped his arm through hers. “Of course we shall. Eliza, I cannot wait to meet your family. Do they know of the circumstances of our love?”

“Oh John,” Alexander mused quietly. “Our life was so dull colored before you came, everybody knew that, but no one knew why. They will understand that you are our soulmate. They must.”

John helped Eliza into the carriage and Alexander crawled in behind them, allowing John to sit beside Eliza. The driver lurched the carriage forward and Eliza fell into John, deciding to stay there as they rode to her father’s. “John… Alexander…” she paused, taking a shuddering breath. “I believe that… I am with child.”

Alexander rushed over and wrapped her into a hug while John’s eyes widened. “Uh, I give my fondest wishes to you two, Alexander and Eliza.”

Eliza looked heartbroken. “John, you-” She pushed Alexander back slightly. “John, you will be his father as well. Just because- because you did not sire him, does not mean you are any less important to us. You will be this child’s father too,” she whispered, resting her hand on her stomach.

John wiped at a tear that slid down her cheek. “I did not intend to make you cry, dear Eliza. But you must understand, Alexander was lucky enough to court you, to gain your love through what I can only imagine were extravagant gestures. But you just met me this evening. How can you both be so sure that I will fit in with you?”

Eliza sat on his lap and leaned back. “Do you feel how well we fit together?” She raised his hand to her breastbone, hovering above her heart. “Our hearts are beating together John. Can you feel that? Were I to bring Alexander over here, his body would fit perfectly with us, his heart beating as ours beat. You were meant for us, John, as much as I was meant for Alexander.” She sat up and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You belong with us, John.”

He leaned in to Eliza and pressed his lips to hers. “It will take some time before I feel as though I am truly a part of this courtship.” He looked down sheepishly. “Well, you two are already married,” he trailed.

“We will get you a ring, John. You will be married to us as well. We will make love with you, you will help raise our children. John, we love you as if you’ve been here since day one.”

The ride went on as Alexander exploded with excitement, Eliza laughing at his antics. John held her on his lap, his arm wrapped around her waist, smiling as he watched them. His hand rested where her stomach would soon be stretching to carry the baby.

“John, you look as though you are deep in thought,” Alexander’s voice floated through his thoughts.

“Ah, that is because I am, Alexander.”

Eliza’s body turned to look at him, her mint skirt swishing around the carriage floor. “What about, John?”

“I… I wonder if you should carry my child some day as well.”

Eliza leaned in and pressed her gorgeous pink lips to him. “Of course I would, John. I will do anything with you that I have done with Alexander. Or that I will do with him in the future. I would love to carry your children; you are my soulmate as much as Alexander is.” She leaned into his ear. “I will do anything I have to if it will make you believe me.”

John blushed a bright red, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. “I am sure that I will feel welcome in time.” The carriage lurched to a stop and the driver stepped around to open the door. “We’re here, I presume.”

“We are indeed. And as usual, Alexander spent most of the ride talking,” jabbed Eliza, before she leaned in for a peck on the lips. “John, would you mind getting out first?”

“Of course, my sweet.” He stepped down and reached for Eliza’s hand, helping her out. As she stepped to the ground, she pressed a sweet kiss to his pink cheek. Alexander stepped down from the carriage and pressed a kiss to each of his soulmate’s cheeks.

“Shall we go inside?” Alexander linked his arm through Eliza’s and John took post on Eliza’s left, linking their fingers in the folds of her skirt.

There was a shining brass knocker on the front door, resting against the dark mahogany of the door. Alexander’s pale hand reached up and rapped the knocked against the door. John noted how slight and feminine his hands looked in the evening light.

The door opened and a woman stood at the door, her clothes were a pale blue and she wore an stark white apron. “Good evening Ms Eliza, Mr Alexander and guest, the family is at the dining table, awaiting you. Dinner will be done presently,” she said as she curtseyed and stood back, waiting for the visitors to walk through the door before she shut it. Eliza studied the young girl- it was no one she had seen. The trio stepped into the dining room and Eliza’s parents stood to greet them.

“Oh Elizabeth! How good to see you,” Catherine’s soft voice tinkled as she pulled her daughter into a hug. “You look positively radiant.” Her arms moved to embrace Alexander as her husband, the general, finished shaking his hands. The forest green sleeves of her dress wrapped around him. “Alexander, rosy as usual,” she quipped slightly.

“Your dress is an astonishing shade of green, Mrs Schuyler.”

“Ah!” She exclaimed, her voice still claiming its usual softness. “The color has come to you in full strength then?”

He stepped back from her arms and smiled. “Yes, and it is because of this man here, John Laurens. John, Mrs Catherine van Rensselaer Schuyler and General Philip Schuyler. Philip, Catherine, John Laurens.”

General Schuyler shook John’s hand, the tough leather of his hands tanned from the summer sun. “Pleasant to meet you.”

“Likewise, General.”

The small maid stepped just behind General Schuyler. “Dinner is served, sir.”

“Yes, of course! Come, sit. Eliza, my beautiful daughter, it is good to see you looking so well.”

Eliza’s eyes shone bright. “It is good to see you looking to be in good health, father. I presume you have ridden that cold you had.”

“I have. Now let us all enjoy this wonderful spread of food.”

Angelica and her husband John smiled at the trio as they sat at the table. “Did I just overhear you say that you can see full color now?”

Eliza’s head bobbed excitedly. “We can! All three of us. John, Alexander and I are all soulmates.” Eliza smiled at each of the men as they took their place on her sides. “And I finally feel complete.”

“And,” Alexander started. “Eliza announced on the way over that she is with child.”

A cheer erupted from the table with various rounds of ‘congratulations’ sounding through the dining room.

“Now our supper will be a celebration,” stated Ms Catherine.

The food easily piled up on everybody’s plates. Peggy sat quietly at the end of the table as the conversation took a turn toward soulmates.

“How do you know all the different colors the moment you see them? I can look at these carrots, and I know they are orange. I know the color of Angelica’s dress is salmon, Eliza’s dress is mint, but I could not see any color until this evening. How do I know these colors?”

Ms Catherine smiled softly as Peggy answered. “It’s the power of soulmates. You just know,” she whispered.

John examined his plate as he ate. The carrots were a bright orange, the roast a glistening brown. The beans were a dark green and a glass of wine stood by his plate, a dark burgundy. He knew these colors. He knew what they looked like, different shades. Could that all be just because of soulmates? The world works in mysterious ways.

Conversation over dinner was friendly. Everyone was chattering back and forth across the table, even the women. All except Eliza. She was the only one to stay quiet as she took turns holding hands, first John’s, then Alexander’s, repeating in a cycle throughout dinner. Suddenly she stood up abruptly and mumbled a slight “excuse me” before rushing from the room.

Alexander brushed his chair back as he stood, John standing beside him, but Catherine convinced them to sit back down. “It is only sickness, boys. She will be fine.”

Both men’s faces flushed red as their knees bounced. Neither of them wanted to sit still if Eliza was unwell but Catherine had insisted she would come back.

Eliza came back- fifteen minutes later according to Alexander’s watch- her face pale, rouged around her cheeks. “I must apologize for leaving so abruptly. Seeing as I am no longer hungry, I am going to retire to my bedroom upstairs. Alexander, would you be so kind as to wake me up when it’s time to leave?”

As Alexander was opening his mouth to reply, the general’s voice filled the room. “Do not be ridiculous Elizabeth. Feel free to spend the night. There is no need for you to cut your visit short and rush home. Go sleep in your room upstairs and the men will be up after we finish our conversing.”

Eliza gave a weak smile. “Of course daddy,” she said. She kissed John and Alexander on the cheek, kissed her father on the forehead, and hugged her mother before walking up the stairs. She wrestled out of her dress and tossed it haphazardly in a chair in the corner before sinking into the mattress in her underclothes. As she laid on the bed, she wrestled with the pins in her hair, dropping them on the side table before blowing out the candle at her bedside.

She laid in the dark, the sounds of dinner conversation rising through the floors. Her Alexander’s voice piped up above the rest, boasting about his unborn son. From what she could hear, it seemed apparent that John agreed with him about the baby being a boy. Eliza couldn’t lie, she thought it was a boy as well.

Her eyes flitted shut as she heard the conversation dwindle down. Footsteps freaked up the stairs and candlelight glowed a soft yellow in the black night. “John, do not be ridiculous. You will spent the night with us. Why would you sleep in a guest bedroom?”

John stayed quiet as the dark brown door opened on its hinges. “We have no nightclothes.”

“It’s mid-July, John. We don’t need nightclothes. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can sleep in your nightclothes, as Eliza is.” John’s eyes fluttered over to Eliza, her sleeping form covered only by a thin cloud-white sheet and her underthings.

“If it is mid-July, why do you carry a scarf around?” he teased, a smirk shining from his lush pink lips to his blue eyes.

“As I told you, my dearest Betsey made it for me John. Should you decide to knit me a scarf, I will carry that around with me as well,” he shot back as he stripped his clothes, folding them and setting them on the floor beside Eliza’s dress. John followed suit and stood by the bed in underwear and his shirt, socks pulled to his knees. “Socks and a shirt to bed, John?” Alexander smirked.

John stripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor. “Is this better for you sir?”

Alexander’s eyes slowly took in every inch of John’s body. “Lose the socks and I’d give you a perfect score.”

John rolled his eyes and added his socks to the pile of clothing before climbing in bed, his chest breathing alongside Eliza’s. Alexander climbed in behind her and wrapped his arms around her, one hand sneaking beneath her body to rest on her flat stomach, the other reaching over her to pull John closer.

“John, come closer, my love.” Alexander grabbed his hand and set it beside his own on Eliza’s stomach. “You are as much a part of this as Eliza and I. Now come. Hold us.”

John’s body pressed gently against Eliza, his free hand reaching past Eliza to rest on Alexander’s hips. He pressed a gently kiss to Eliza’s forehead. “Rest easy, sweet Eliza.” His eyes fluttered closed. “Goodnight Alexander. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight John.” Alexander’s hand groped for the one John had resting on his hip. “I love you.”

He was met with near silence, the easy wind blowing through the trees outside. Eliza’s breathing was soft between him and John. He did not expect any sort of response, but he had never been one to hide his true intentions.

“Goodnight Alexander. I love you as well.”

Yes, I used the canon era descriptions of everybody. This is the first and only time I plan on it so you can just deal.