#alexander hamilton x fem!reader

[lovemomhatepolice]

cutie patootie - f1 drivers multi!

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pairing: f1 drivers x fem!reader

warnings: nothing maybe a little swearing, sexual overtones, English is my second language!

type: fake! messages

summary: somehow you managed to get a picture of your boyfriend when he was a baby

more content: formula 1 masterlist, latest one-shot with lando norris, max verstappen nswf alphabet part 1, lando's birthday one-shot

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

(sientate sobre mi por favor - please sit on my lap)

lando norris

oscar piastri

george russell

lewis hamilton

max verstappen

alexander albon

franco colapinto

arthur leclerc

daniel ricciardo

ollie bearman

A/N: what little babies ahah, they still look 1:1, don't tell me they don't. you have to forgive me that the some parts are shorter, but this is the first time I write about them and enter them into my account

also - happy birthday to our little lando!! he's already so old ahah, if you want - come to the birthday one-shot

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[multifamdomfan]

Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

[littlesunshine1223]

Hello

I would like to order Hamilton (Smut)

Something like John Laurens x fem.reader in a modern au and they are a couple and live together but their relationship is too complicated because John is too jealous and the reader is someone with a lot of friends and they have too many arguments.

In one of those discussions they stop talking and ignore each other, then the reader goes to a party with the Schuyler sisters and dresses up looking very sexy just to bother John.

The reader returns late at night and a little drunk and they start to discuss why he believes that she was unfaithful to him and she just to bother says that it is true (although it is a lie).She complains to him out of jealousy but he just doesn't want her to leave him for someone better.

I don't know how to explain, but do they reconcile?

Sorry, I'm embarrassed 🥹😅

Cruel Jealousy

John Laurens X FEM!Reader (modern au)

(TW: smut, swearing, jealous sex, slight mention of alcohol, etc)

“I can’t believe you! All you ever do is piss me off! Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the way you were hanging all over my friends?!” John yelled at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. It was another fight, the same argument over every little thing you did when he was around.

“Do Not roll your eyes at me Y/N! You’re half drunk and it’s nearly 2 in the morning. Also that dress you’re fucking wearing is way too revealing, some random guy could’ve coped a feel at any point!” John once again exclaimed upon your non-listening ears.

Your mind felt fuzzy from the couple glasses of wine you’d drank at the party as you chatted with the Schuyler sisters. John continued to rant about how what you’re wearing is revealing and how you were supposedly flirting with his friends. But he didn’t know what really happened, as you were walking over to get another drink you accidentally slipped over the bottom of your dress and Hamilton caught you before you hit the ground. In John’s eyes he saw you hanging all over Alexander, he didn’t know the full story and wasn’t letting you explain what actually happened.

You snapped back to reality when you heard him exclaim that he thinks you were cheating on him with his friends. “What made you think that I’d ever cheat on you?!” You asked him in disbelief. He looked at you with his eyes brimmed in tears, “You’ve ignored me for the past two days, you wear clothes that practically show off everything, and all you do is hang all over everyone you come close to like they’re a damn playground! So just tell me, tell me the truth…have you been seeing someone else?!”

You thought for a moment before answering. Your drunken thoughts only fueled the flames of the argument when you told him that you had slept with his three best friends.

He looked at you in disbelief for a moment but once he snapped out of his gaze he heard you complaining how none of his best friends didn’t take you back to their houses after the party. You saying this made something inside John’s mind snap as he was pushed over the edge. He walked towards you angrily, grabbing you roughly and pinning you to the wall. His lips found yours hungrily. The kiss slowly became a makeout session until he pulled away. “You’re lying right through your fucking teeth.” He purred into your ear seductively.

His hands slipped from your hips to your thighs, one hand slipping between your legs. His fingers and palm rubbed you through your pants which made you moan for him from the friction. “You like that baby? You like pissing me off just so I’m rough with you? Bet you want me to fuck you like a whore. If you wanted me to touch you so bad then get on your knees and suck me off. Clearly you wanted a dick down your throat since you were flirting up my friends.” He smirked as you slipped down to your knees. You unzipped his pants and tugged them down along with his boxers to reveal his nod fully hard erection.

You licked some pre that was oozing from his shaft which made him let out a shaky breath. “Stop teasing me and just suck it properly.” He warns in an irritated tone but seconds later you take him into your mouth properly and suck as hard as you can, causing him to let out a gasp which faded into a moan. The more you bobbed your head and ran your tongue over his sensitive skin the more he tugged at your hair and thrusted his hips into your mouth.

“Damn baby, feel so fucking good.” He whined as his hips kept bucking into your mouth. His sounds of pleasure kept getting more desperate and slightly higher in tone as you continued to suck him off. After a few moments passed he came down your throat with a broken moan. “Baby, go back to the bedroom and strip. I’ll be in there in a minute.” He whispered into your ear seductively. You do as he says and walk back to your shared bet room. You strip your clothes off and lay spread out on the bed, legs open and hands behind your head.

John walks in after a few moments and immediately positions himself between your legs. He tossed his clothes off and grabbed the lube from the nightstand before lubing up his still erect cock and pushing it deep inside you. Both of you let out sounds of pleasure but you had to admit that the stretch from his girth stung a little bit. He noticed your whimpers nearly immediately and kisses you deeply. “It’s alright y/n, I’ll wait till you’re ready for me to move.” He continues to kiss all over your face until you tell him you’re ready. The seconds you tell him that he starts thrusting slow and deep, not wanting to overdo it too soon.

A couple moments pass and his thrusts get rougher and you swear you feel him in your stomach from how deep he is. Your moans and sounds of pleasure only fuel his thrusts and make him throw his head back with a groan of your name as he pounds you oh so harder. “Hell, maybe if I get you pregnant then you’ll stop whoring around with my friends. You’ll look good all stuffed and swollen because of me.” He rambled as his mind got fuzzier and fuzzier from how hard you’re squeezing his aching hardness inside you.

The pleasure was becoming too much as you got closer and closer to your climax. You felt his hands grabbing at your own, after getting a hold on your hands he holds them and ruts into you deeper and harder. “C-Close!~ Jo-John!~” you moan before hitting your peak and cumming around his cock when it was balls deep inside you. John throws his head back with a moan before he pulls out with a wet pop noise and cums on your chest with a whimper as his eyes rolled back for a second or two.

He lays on the bed next to you, both of you panting. “Did you mean what you said?” You turn your head to face him. “Did I mean what?” “Did you mean what you said about getting me pregnant just to make sure everyone knows I’m yours?” Johns face went red at the question but after he over came his embarrassment he kissed you and nodded. “I hate when other people look at you like they’re just waiting to pounce. I just…I don’t want you getting hurt. I love you too much to just stand around while you tease some other random person.” He explains to you. You couldn’t help but kiss him deeply on the lips while snuggling closer. “Here babe, I’ll go get a rag to clean us up then-” he offered but you cut him off. “Who said we were done?” A smirk formed on his face before he kissed you deeper than ever and pinned you down to the bed.

It was going to be a long night…

[old-lorarri]

❨ main f1 masterlist ❩

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 → erling haaland x fem! mercedes! f1 driver! reader

you and your boyfriend protect each other so when people are hating on you he is having none of it

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 → jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader

the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 → trent alexander arnold x fem! scouse! f1 driver! reader

the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

[loveclerc]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISTER AMERICANA !

pairing : logan sargeant x fem!reader

summary : your experience with americans wasn’t the best, to say the least. so when your best friend’s boyfriend’s teammate approaches you one day to ask you out, you’re quite skeptical.

genre : smau, fluff, golfer!reader

warning(s) : ignore timestamps & the varying hair colour, alex gets bullied, yn is kinda mean tbh

lilymhe and yngolfs recently added to their stories.

(please imagine yn’s face isn’t blocked out)

yngolfs

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yngolfs alexander hamilton thought I was elizabeth schuyler and asked me on a date

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logansgf logan what are you doing here???

lilymhe Streets saying Eliza said yes?

yngolfs history states eliza is scared of americans

user yn is scared of americans?

ynloverrr apparently she’s had bad experience with americans before 😕

williamsracing Pleasure having you in the garage!

yngolfs hi admin wanna play golf some time?

williamsracing Send the date xx 🤭

aa23bestboy not them flirting omg 😭

logansargeant I swear I’m nice

alex_albon Logan swears he’s nice

logansargeant DON’T EXPOSE ME???

astonmartinf1 Love the hat!

williamsracing exCUSE ME @ yngolfs

yngolfs they sponsor me for golf 😢

yngolfs

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yngolfs first win kinda happy

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landonorris are you by any chance free on the 23rd?

yngolfs depends on who’s asking

user2 congrats yn!!

lilymhe My girlfriend guys!

alex_albon 🙁

user3 that hole in one 😍

logansargeant Celebratory dinner with me?

yngolfs maybe score some points first :)

user4 OUCHH

alex_albon You made him sad

yngolfs ask him to stop being a pussy flirting in my comments and text me himself

user5 she’s so unserious i love her

yngolfs

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yngolfs he’s cute ig

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logansargeant 😁

yngolfs don’t let it get to your head, pretty boy

user6 PRETTY BOYYYYY 😩 I WOULD FOLD IMMEDIATELY

user7 from being scared of americans to dating one. what a queen LOL

user8 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

williamsracing Does this mean we get to see you in the garage more?

yngolfs you bet I’ll be there for you admin

jv.f1 Please stop flirting with my social media manager.

yngolfs no promises 🤫

logansargeant

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logansargeant Streets saying I’m now her American boy 😆

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yngolfs my PRETTY* american boy

logansargeant Same thing. Still yours

user9 they’re so cute together

liamlawson30 Congrats mate! (If you didn’t bag her I would’ve come for you because I nearly DIED sending her that DM)

yngolfs mister liam what did I ever do to you

liamlawson30 you’re scary

yngolfs OKAY. OKAY MAN

lilymhe You might be her boy but she’s not your girl 😄

logansargeant Okay ma’am 🫡

yngolfs real men know when to back down (looking at you @ alex_albon)

alex_albon She’s MY girlfriend 😠

logan my sweetheart aka the only american I’ll ever date

reblogs and feedback are appreciated !

[hamilton4laurens]

One Last Time

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x fem!Reader

Summary: Alexander is having an affair on reader and wants a divorce but  the Reader asked one last thing of Alexander before they go through with it.

AN: I read this thing on FB which gave me the idea. And you are Alexanders wife in this. MODERN AU!

Words: 2821

Warning:  Angst, cheating/affair, some fluff, death, sickness _________________________

The front door to the house opened as a slightly disheveled looking Alexander walked in, setting his briefcase down on the floor by the door. You walked to your husband with a smile on you face.

“How was work today?” You asked giving him a small peck on the cheek, pulling away you noticed the hickey he was trying to hide under the collar of his shirt.

“Y/N we need to talk…” His eyes traveled to Philip who came into view. “Alone.” He told you. You looked at Philip.

“Sweetie why don’t you finish up your homework in your room so your father and I can talk?” Looking down at your son the curly haired boy nods and ran off to his room. It was silent between you and your husband before clears his throat.

“I can’t do this anymore Y/N I want a divorce. The past couple of months have been rough…..I met someone.” He admitted as your eyes glaze over.

“I know.” You whisper, wiping away the tear that fell down your face. “What’s her name?” You ask.

“Maria. She’s Mr.Washingtons secretary.”

“Do you love her?” You then asked.“

“Y/N-”

“Just answer the question!” Your voice raised as you stood up, fists clenched. Alexanders face hardened as he stood as well.

“Yes. I do.” He stated walking over to his briefcase he opened it and took papers out before walking back over and handing them to you. Looking over the pages it were the divorce papers. Closing you eyes your throat choked on a sob that you were suppressing.

“Please don’t do this….what about Philip?”

“I’ll still see my son. I want to be part of his life.” He stated. You clutched the papers in your hands and looked at your husband pleadingly.

“I’m not going to sign it.” You stated dropping the divorce papers on the table. Alexander shot you a glare. “I’ll do it just not now.” You sat back down with a sigh. “I promise I’ll give you a smooth divorce on 2 conditions.” You stated. His eyebrows shot up.

“You’re really bargaining now?” He asked confused.

“Damn it Alexander its the least you can do for me after everything. I’m not asking for much.” Alexander punched the bridge of his nose then removed his glasses from his face.

“What are the conditions?” Sighing in defeat he sat back down as well. You smiled weakly at him.

“Wait until the end of the month to leave and to tell Philip. These exams are important for him, I don’t want him to fail because of us. I want him to pass this without worrying about anything.” You explained the first condition, looking at your soon to be ex husband he nodded in agreement. “The second thing…I want you to carry me to the front door from our bedroom every time you leave for work, like how you did when you first carried me into this house when we first got married.” Explaining this to him his face remained the same face he always had when he was thinking.

“For a month?”

“Until his testing is done.”

“Fine. I think I can do that.” You smiled weakly at him

“I’m going to go start dinner.” You stated, standing up.

-

Dinner was quieter than usual. The silence was deafening. The clashing of silverware was the only noise throughout the dinner.

After dinner Philip helped you with the dishes as Alexander went to his office to call Maria.

-

You laid on your side of the bed, as you silently cried for many reasons. The clock read 2am when Alexander finally came to bed. Quietly he changed, the bed moved as he got in, pulling the blanket on him he fell asleep quickly as tears continued to to slide down your face.

-

You were awoken by someone shaking your shoulder. Grumbling an incoherent response you rolled over squinting your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. Alexander stood there looking somewhat annoyed.

“Come on, I gotta go.” Nodding you through your blanket off and stood up. Alexander swiftly lifted you up. Alex’s eyes widened in shock at how light you were. I mean sure you had some meat on your bones but he didn’t remember you being this light. Brushing that aside he carried you out of your shared room, carefully went down the stairs. Philip was watching tv in the living room before he went to his bus stop. Looking over he grinned at the sight of his parents and that his dad was carrying his mom.

“Pa why are you carrying mom?” Philip asked curiously. You and your husband looked at each other before Alexander looked back at his son with a small smile.

“To show how we care for one another.” Alexander told him though it was for the most part one sided. Philip smiled happily as you were set down by the front door.

“Have a great door at work!” You smiled at him, pulling the act in front of your son. Alexander did a curt nod your way before saying goodbye to his son before he was out the door.

-

The first week of the routine it was awkward and tense between the two of you. The second week the both of you were more relaxed and made very little small talk, Alex even cracked a joke which made you laugh which made him laugh as well. Philip was happy because his parents looked so in love in his eyes. Day by day Alexander noticed you feeling lighter but he figured he was just getting stronger.

Maria and Alexander got into another fight by the end of the second week, she claiming the requests you made were ridiculous and that you should just sign the divorce papers. Alexander argued back it was only a month and that he would come see her that night.

-

The beginning of the third week was the same as always except this time Alex had a little more hop into his step as he carried you. He forgot how beautiful your eyes were and how adorable you looked when you’re caught off guard, and boy did he miss it.

“Have a good day.” He said that morning, giving you a small smile before going out the door.

He hasn’t said that to you in months. You couldn’t help but smile to that gesture but then frowned. ‘It was only temporary,’ you thought to yourself.

The rest of your day involved you laying in bed doing nothing, too tired to do anything. She had nothing to worry about because no one was home.

-

That night you ordered pizza for dinner, too tired to make dinner. Philip and Alexander weren’t necessarily complaining.

After dinner you were going to clean and put everything away when….

“Let me do it. You look tired.” Alexander stated, not looking sparing a glanceat you as he put the plates in the sink.

“Don’t you have work?

“Yes but that can wait at the moment. Go relax.”

“Okay.” You walked out of the kitchen. Two more to go.

-

The alarm on Alexanders phone went off indicating it was time to get ready for work. Reaching over he grabbed his phone and shut off the alarm. He rolled over to his back and stared at the ceiling. Looking over you we’re facing him asleep. Hesitantly he reached over and wiped away a strand hair that was on your face. His hand snapped back to him when you moved but to his relief you were still asleep. A bad feeling stirred inside him as he finally started to take notice how skinny you were. Dark circles ringed your eyes, your cheeks more hollow and paler in color. His hand found its way to your cheek, lightly rubbing his thumb under your eye. Subconsciously you leaned into his touch, sighing in content.

Taking his hand away Alexander got out of bed to get ready for work. He past a picture that hung in his bedroom. He took a step back and looked at it. It was a picture of Y/N in her wedding dress, Alexander had his arms wrapped around her from behind kissing her cheek as Y/N smiled widely. Guilt twisted in his mind, his fists clenched. He looked back at Y/N before finishing getting ready.

Y/N was in a peaceful sleep finally, able to fall to her serenity an hour or so after Alexander. It was all torn away when she was awoken.

“You ready?” Alex asked her, his voice quieter than usual. You nodded, sitting up. A wave of dizziness swept over you. “Are you okay?” A hand was on your back, looking up Alexander looked at you worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, pushing yourself up off the bed. The hand never left your back before you knew it you were scooped up in his arms. A wave exhaustion hit you. So you rested your head on Alexander’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind. But what you didn’t see was the small smile which graced his lips. Reaching the door Alexander wished the distance to the door was a little bit longer. Setting you down gently, you stumbled a bit. Hands quickly grabbed your waist until you could steady yourself, haven’t even realized you were gripping Alexander’s suit.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Taking your look in, he saw what drew him to you in the first place. Your eyes. Your beautiful E/C eyes that use to hold so much happiness and joy in them. Now…that light dimmed and held sadness and shown how tired you were.

“Y/N.” Alex’s voice was quiet. Your eyes met his, looking with confusion. He looked like a fish opening then closing his mouth, trying to find the right words to say. And yes for once in Alexander Hamilton’s life he did not know what to say. He was speechless. Before any words can escape his mouth his phone rang incessantly in his pocket. Sighing in frustration he released you and dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“ What?” He snapped at whoever was on the other line. You jumped in surprise. “No, I’m about to leave. Yeah I’ll be there Laurens. Okay bye.” He gave you a small guilty looking smile. “I guess I’ll see you later.” Picking up his briefcase he quickly grabbed his car keys.

Lips suddenly met yours before he ran out slamming the door shut. You stood there staring at the door in shock.

Alexander didn’t realize what he done until he sat there in his car.

“Oh shit.” He looked back at the house.

You raised your hand, lightly touching your lips.

-

Alexander came home late that night. Bags hung under his eyes. All he wanted to do in that moment was to go to bed.

But that night he couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was you and that kiss from that morning. Maria was not happy with him. Of course he told her. They fought again that week and every fight they had those 3 weeks were about you.

He was confused about everything so he told Maria he needed a break from her. Alex thought back to the night the affair began, he was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. That wasn’t the last time they met obviously, they had secret meetings at her apartment or elsewhere.

He felt terrible the first month of the affair but with Maria’s persuasive words she convinced him not to be thus falling under her spell but now he feels like he can think clearly.

A week was left. By the end of it Y/N is to sign the divorce papers and he will move in with Maria but now with the break he does not know how long it will last he’s not sure where he’d go.

-

The morning and day was the same, get up, get ready for work, carry Y/N to the door, go to work, drink coffee, work, work, argue with Jefferson, work, talk to Washington, work, argue with Jefferson and even more work then finally go home.

He loved his job don’t get him wrong there but he felt content when it came to carrying his wife to the door he felt what it was like to see her again. See her the way he had when he first fell in love with her, proposed to her, married her and had a child with her.

He loves Y/N. He loves her.

Maria didn’t show up for work the next few days. Alexander didn’t want to tell Y/N of his revelation until he broke ties with her officially but she wouldn’t call/text her back, he even went to her apartment but she wasn’t there. He knew it’d get messy if he didn’t end things with Maria before going back to his beautiful wife.

And finally Friday came. The day which ended the month. The last day of Philips exams.

You couldn’t move from your side of the bed. Alexander was happier than usual you noticed, you believed it was because he doesn’t have to be here with you anymore. But you were strong.

And arm wrapped around your waist in bed behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked Alexander. He smiled removing his arm.

“Oh, nothing.” He stated getting out of bed to get ready as you laid there staring at the blank wall. It was the day. You felt it. It was going to happen and no matter what it was going to happen.

-

He set you down on the couch today, he was concerned because you were deathly pale.

“Maybe you should go to the hospital.” Alexander said. You brushed it off. If it was going to happen you want to be in the comfort of your own home.

“I’m just sick, I can take care of it myself.” You stated.

“Are you sure? I could-”

“Can you hand me a piece of paper and a pen please?” You ask him. After getting what you needed you smiled weakly at him.

“Have a good day.” Was all you said to him. He nodded telling you to get better before he left. Tears slid down your face. A sob escaped as you cover your mouth trying to make sure Philip wouldn’t hear but it was too late.

“Mom are you okay?” Philip raced in, he hugged you. You hugged him back as tightly as you can.

“My son.” You whisper. “I love you so so much, just remember that.”

“Mom what’s going on?”

“Sh don’t worry about it now. Good luck on your exam today, okay? Make sure you have everything.”

“I know, I know.” Philip pulled away. He kissed your cheek. “Bye mom get better I love you!” He shouted as he raced out the door. You leaned back into the couch and continued to cry, gripping the pen in your hand.

The crying made you more tired then you already were. But you had to write your letter.

My Dearest Alexander,

-

Alexander came home early that day. With a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand he ran up to the house. Opening the door he noticed how deathly quiet it was.

“Y/N?” He called your name but got no response. Searching the entire first floor he found nothing, so he went upstairs to your shared bedroom. Out of breath he stood in the doorway of your room with a hand over his chest. You laid in bed your back facing him, thinking you were asleep. “Y/N.” Alex said your name calmly. You didn’t stir. A smile quirked on his lips still believing you were asleep. HE went around to your side and stood there in shock at the sight of you.

Your skin was even paler than they were that morning, your cheeks hollow, your eyes sunken. His heart pounded in his chest, a disturbing feeling in his gut. Setting the flowers down he kneeled besides you.

“Y/N?” He whispered, grabbing your hand but quickly removed it because of how cold it felt. “No. No, no.” He said to himself grabbing your wrist, checking for a pulse but found none. “You’re not dead.” Pressing two fingers along your neck still no pulse. Alexander cried out. Scrambling on the bed he pulled you to his chest begging for you to not be dead. His tears were relentless. “Baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I love you, please know that, I love you.”

Alexander blamed your death on himself but he couldn’t do anything.

You were sick, the doctors told you, you had two months to live and for the last month of your life you just wanted to be in the arms of the man you loved, one last time.

[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

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𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧

Blow Us All Away | Philip Hamilton x fem!reader (discontinued)

Beautiful | Yandere!Philip Hamilton x g/n!reader

Care To Dance? | Philip Hamilton x male!reader

Warmth | Yandere!Philip Hamilton x g/n!reader

Date Me Philip Hamilton | Philip Hamilton x male!reader (based off the book Date Me Bryson Keller) (coming soon)

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬

Rivals | John Laurens x fem!reader (discontinued)

Your Idiots | poly! John Laurens x Eliza Schuyler x g/n!reader

Best Boyfriends | poly! John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton x (afab)!reader

JD and Veronica | John Laurens x g/n!reader

Cake | John Laurens x male!reader

John Laurens x g/n!reader w a stutter

Better Than You | John Laurens x g/n!reader (coming soon)

𝐋𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

Pancakes  | Lafayette x g/n!reader

Lafayette x g/n!reader w a stutter 

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

Your Idiots | poly! John Laurens x Eliza Schuyler x g/n!reader

May I? | Eliza Schuyler x g/n!reader

𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

Human Pillow | Peggy Schuyler x g/n!reader

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧

Best Boyfriends | poly! John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton x (afab)!reader

Alexander Hamilton x g/n!reader w a stutter

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

Thomas Jefferson x g/n!reader w a stutter

𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐬

Milk Before Cereal

Nail Polish

Paw Patrol and Transformers

More Than Anything (vampire au)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚

Valentines Day

𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚

Your Sister Was Right

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚

Chocolate Chips 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pumpkins | werewolf and vampire au

don’t hesitate to request any character/ship you’d like :)

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Masterlist

On ao3!

All works (that are x reader) are gender neutral unless specified

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

Take Two : Bucky Barnes is a traitor (just some good ol' they had us in the first half, not gonna lie)

Another One? Bucky and his spouse didn’t want kids, but nobody said anything about a pet. or four.

Tomato Soup: You've bumped into Bucky, broken your phone, gotten his number, and all because of those damn soup cans

Slang: As much as you love Bucky, you draw the line at slang. However, someone has been teaching Bucky slang and he may have just used it at the most inappropriate time ever

Peter Parker:

Your Son's Undead: Peter Parker might be a genius, but he's an absolute idiot sometimes. Like now, for example, when he's managed to convince the world he's dead.

and we were best of friends: Peter's definition of sexual assault is messed up. OR: Peter's unique way of dealing with the aftermath of the Skip Westcott Situation (and how he skilfully stays in denial)

Natasha Romanoff:

Chocolates: You've had a chocolate for every day you've worked at SHIELD. It's just left at your desk, no explanation, no note, but you're quite certain who the culprit is. (Natasha Romanov x fem!reader)

Pjo/HoO:

Laser Tagging (Solangelo): Based on the prompt: take me laser tagging and push me into a corner and kiss me. then shoot me and walk away

She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power :

Just Her And Adora: Catra has always had a crush on her best friend, but no biggie, she's working on it. of course, Adora chooses to come out just then. (catradora <3)

The Technicalities of kissing girls: Adora and Catra sitting on a tree F-A-L-L-I-N-G

And I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home: Adora blames herself for everything Shadow Weaver does to Catra.

Cut Yourself a River (And Drown in it of Shame): Glimmer is left a little too alone with her thoughts while held captive by Horde Prime, and the full-length mirror in her room just makes it worse. (TW SELF HRAM)

The Owl House:

Cotton Candy Haired Goddess: A mint-haired Amity slips into a time-pool and is absolutely horrified to see her Luz kissing some purple-haired homewrecker

The Black Phone (2022):

Nothing proves I'm dead, nothing proves I'm alive: Robin and Finn just have a little well-deserved quality time together (after literally being traumatized also Robin lives shush)

Hamilton: An American Musical

You Kept Me Like A Secret But I Kept you Like An Oath: Alexander gets married tomorrow, and John is completely and totally okay with the fact that Alexander will no longer be his. Then why does it hurt so much? (LAMS lolz)

DC Universe:

Adrenocorticotropic Hormone: Meeting a random girl in the lab in the middle of the night isnt how most love stories go-but he'll take it. (Jonathan Crane x fem!reader)

Avatar the Last Airbender:

These Shackles of Gold: Ozai is a careless leader. She learns this early on, wary of his scathing tongue and biting words, yet intrigued by how he doesn't hold back, even for the sake of diplomacy. This is not how you rule a country. This is how you start a civil war and lose all your allies. Azula is careful, she picks and chooses and strikes when the time is right, not before and not after. She realizes that her father is a careless leader, and that, if left to him, the entire Fire Nation will be burnt to the ground. This will not do, Azula will be Fire Lord soon, and a ruler needs her subjects. Logically, the only thing to do in this case is seek the help of her dead brother, traitor uncle, and their miscreant group of friends that they seem to have acquired, including the avatar he was sent to kill.

Part 1: The Child Part 2: The Abandoned Part 3: The Burnt

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A Few Words

Based on this request:  I’ve never requested anything but here goes: how about a Thomas Jefferson Modern/Soulmate AU where the reader is friends with Hamilsquad and is really shy and quiet and hadn’t heard the words on her arm yet. When she meets Jefferson, Hamilsquad tries to stop her from falling for him until they all realize that he’s her Soulmate. Is that okay?

I’m a sucker for a Soulmate AU! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Hamilton: An American Musical

Warnings: Modern/Soulmate AU, FLUFF!!! Alexander hating on Jefferson. 

Pairings/Characters: Thomas Jefferson x fem!reader, Hamilsquad, James Madison

You met Thomas Jefferson through your best friends when he came to see Lafayette one evening when you were hanging out with the guys. Well…sort of met him. You hadn't actually said two words to the man. You were far too shy to talk to a guy like him. He was charismatic, charming, with a smile that could light up an entire room and eyes that seemed to say so much without any words actually leaving his lips. You could never pluck up the courage to talk to a guy like that. Which is probably why you had yet to meet your soul mate.

         "Excuse me, darlin'" were the words permanently etched on the skin of your wrist, the place your soul mate would touch first while saying the words. When you first heard Jefferson speak, although it wasn't to you, you thought maybe he could be your soul mate. Not many people went around calling others "darlin'". But the longer you knew him, the more your heart sunk. And it didn't help that, even though you didn't speak directly to him, he was around all the time and you found yourself becoming attracted to him.

         Your attraction was something Jefferson himself didn't seem to pick up on although your friends certainly did. "That's a bad idea, Y/N! The man is insufferable!" Alexander practically whined at you when he figured out what was going through your head. In fact, the only one who didn't speak against Jefferson was Lafayette. "You're insufferable," you mumbled, "Besides, didn't you used to say the same thing about Aaron until the two of you finally duked it out? In the middle of study hall a few years ago?" That shut him up for a moment.

         "Besides, it's not like he even notices me. I can't seem to speak to him," you said, making your friends frown a little bit. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. I need to pick up a few things for the party tomorrow. Laf, you did invite Madison and Jefferson, right?" He nodded and beamed. "Good. See you tomorrow!"

         Meanwhile, across town, Jefferson was poring over his paper work in his office with Madison. "Are you sure it's a good idea for us to go to this party? I mean, Hamilton isn't exactly your biggest fan," Madison said before coughing into the handkerchief he always kept handy. Jefferson shrugged a little before absent mindedly scratching his soul words.

         "It's for Lafayette's birthday. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't show?" Jefferson replied, his lips stretching into a smile. Madison glanced between his face and arm. "Maybe you're hoping you'll finally hear those words." Jefferson glanced down with a sigh. Even though he couldn't currently see the words on his arm, he knew them by heart of course. "Sorry! That was stupid!"

         "Regardless, I'm going. I'd appreciate it if you came with me. I can ignore Hamilton for one night. For Lafayette's sake." Madison arched a brow. "And for Y/N's?" Jefferson's eyes widened a little. He hadn't expected Madison to pick up on the fact that he was interested in you. You were different. You didn't fawn over him or ask him a thousand questions, daring him to prove his love for both America and France. You actually didn't say much to him, but you intrigued him nevertheless, especially when he learned a little bit about you from Lafayette.

         "Y/N? She that pretty one that hands around Lafayette's place all the time?" Jefferson asked, trying to play it cool. Madison rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure. Like you haven't noticed her a dozen times before. I'll see you tomorrow." He left, leaving Jefferson to think about you and hoping that maybe you could be his soul mate.

         The next night, Jefferson arrived to a party in full swing. It wasn't a large party, but that didn't mean anything. Lafayette preferred it that way. Jefferson said hello to everyone before heading to Lafayette's room to lay his magenta coat on the bed.

         As he approached the door, it opened and someone bumped into him. He noticed the person falling and gripped their wrist while their hand landed on his arm. "Sorry! That was stupid!" the voice said and Jefferson's arm began to tingle. "Excuse me, darlin'," he replied, causing the person's head to shoot up to look at him. A pair of (e/c) eyes gazed at him in wonder. "It's you," you whispered as tears sprang into your eyes.

         Jefferson pulled you up gently so you were upright again. You put a little distance between you, making him frown. "What is it, darlin'?" Your brows furrowed a bit and you licked your lips. Jefferson couldn't help but glance down at them. "I-I was really hoping it was you. Now that I know it is, I have no idea what to say," you admitted with a laugh.

         Jefferson chuckled and slowly placed his hand over your cheek. He waited to be sure you weren't going to reject his touch before placing the hand on your face. "It's funny, I don't either." You snorted then looked horrified at the noise, but Jefferson smiled at you. "I don't believe that. You always know what to say. I've seen you in court. Y-You're amazing. Better than Alex even."

         "I heard that. I thought we agreed that Jefferson was bad news." Jefferson dropped his hand to turn and glare at Alexander. He and the others had come to see what was taking so long. "Do you mind, Hamilton? I was having a moment with my soul mate." The house went still and quiet.

         "You've got to be kidding," Alexander broke the silence after a few minutes. You shook your head and showed him your words, now a much darker color than before. "You're not kidding." You gave your friends a smile before grabbing Jefferson's hand in yours. He could feel you shaking like you were nervous, but he let you lead him outside.

         Once you were alone with him, you let out a deep breath. "Are you sure okay with this, Y/N?" You flashed him a dazzling smile. "I am. I didn't think I'd get so lucky with my soul mate. I just don't want to rush this." Jefferson beamed and took a step closer to you. "I feel the same. And we can go as fast or as slow as you want. Okay?" You nodded.

         "May I kiss your cheek?" After only a second of hesitation, you agreed. Jefferson leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. You swore you almost melted into a puddle right then and there. You probably would have if not for a voice calling out, "Alright, alright! That's what I'm talking about!" You put your hands over your face and hid in Jefferson's chest.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists for all fandoms & characters are open, by the way!)

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wrong number - f1 drivers multi!

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pairing: f1 drivers x fem!reader

warnings: translated French and Spanish! (I have included an English translation next to it or it is explained in the following text), death, bad pick up lines!, drunk reader!, rude! max, English is my second language!

type: messages and instagram smau

summary: one of you sent a mistaken message to the other person as a strangers...

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

lando norris

oscar piastri

george russell

lewis hamilton

alexander albon

max verstappen

A/N: I added Max, Lewis and Alexander to the list. their separate masterlists and chapters will also appear soon, just please give me some time :)

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

The Worst Kind Of Event

(Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

Request:- @t0xcat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'd been shot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was going to miss you terribly.

[matsumi101]

For the promts, maybe 367 with Maria Reynolds, modern au?

367. “I didn’t think love existed until I started loving you”

Notes:

> Reader x Maria Reynolds Modern AU

> Anon i love u for this do u know how giddy i am when i wrote the last part hnngh

> Fem!Reader I hope u guys don’t mind some (not so) wholesome lesbeans

> WIFI ANG GOOGLE DOCS HAS BEEN AN ASS IVE BEEN TRYING TO FIX THE ONESHOT BC IT KEPT GETTING PASTED OUT OF ORDER HNNGH

Type: fluff

Warnings: domestic abuse mention, implied sex

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“Your Honor, the members of the jury find the defendant... guilty.”

You gave a low whistle while the Judge gave the final words, putting up a hand to return your co-counsel’s high-five without even having to look at him. Your smug grin never left your face even after the court was adjourned, only breaking into a more hyper celebration once you were out of the building.

“Fuck yeah, we deserve to celebrate!”

You laughed in agreement. “I couldn’t have pulled this off without you, Alex,” you sighed. Alexander simpered, taking the compliment very well. “Well, what can I say? I’m always up for the challenging ones.” He shrugged his shoulders, pride oozing out of his presence. You couldn’t blame him, though. You were an excellent public attorney par with even Alexander Hamilton himself, but this case had you on your toes for months, even with Alexander’s help, and the outcome was well worth the sleepless nights you shared with your friend.

The topic returned to the celebration. “We should invite everyone to me and Eliza’s place and throw a party because damn we deserve it,” Alexander suggested. You hummed thoughtfully at his offer for a bit before responding. “I’d love that, but can we move that a little later? I wanna celebrate alone with Maria, first,” you pointed out. Alexander pulled an all too knowing smirk, to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I haven’t given her much attention ever since this case came, and I’m sure Eliza’s in the same situation. Our own partners deserve to be pampered after all of this, don’t you think?”

“My Eliza’s fine-”

“Hamilton.”

You crossed your arms and raised a brow at your friend. “Let Eliza share the victory with you, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to listen about how your hard work paid off,” you reasoned out. “And besides, it’s the closest I’ll get to apologizing for stealing you away from her for months.” Alexander laughed at that, getting your point. He pulled out his phone, most likely to share the great news to his fiancé.

“Let’s have the big celebration next weekend, yeah?”

You could tell from the eagerness in his voice that he was excited to come home and spend time with Eliza. “Perfect,” you agreed. You were about to bid farewell, but Alexander was already in call with Eliza and chatting away with unprecedented joy. You chuckled at him and went to your car, dialing a number while you started the engine. It rang a few times before it was picked up.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Washington! Is Maria Reynolds still at work?”

“Oh, Miss Y/N! It’s always a pleasure to talk to you.”

You smiled at this. Martha had always been a caring boss, which is why you recommended Maria to her business when she was looking for a new job. You placed your phone on the holder at the dashboard and set it to speaker while you pulled out of the parking lot. “Maria’s still here, why’d you ask?” Martha asked sweetly. Your smile grew into a more excited one, your plans already playing out in your mind.

“Well you see, I plan to surprise her tonight with her favorite food because I won what probably is my biggest case to date.” Martha gasped and gave you a quick congratulations. “But I still have to buy the things I need. Can you stall her for me? I just need an extra two hours.”

There was a thoughtful pause at the other end of the line. You took your eyes off the road for a split second to check if the call was still ongoing, which it was. “Dear, as romantic as your plan sounds, I don’t think Maria would like being cooped up here for so long,” Martha sighed. “She’s been stressed for the past months, and I don’t think she’s taking your disappearance so well lately, to top off the work she needs to finish today...” Your heart sank at the information. Yes, you were more than aware that you’d been neglecting Maria over the case, more than you’d like, and even if she was understanding enough that you needed to prioritize your slowly rising career, you knew there were unavoidable insecurities that followed her wake.

“I’m going to make it up to her,” you replied, voice steady. “I’m going to smother her with attention for the weeks to come ‘til she gets sick of me.”

Martha laughed heartily at your determination. “So please, can you help me out and give me two hours? I promise It’ll all be worth it,” you pleaded. It didn’t take as long for Martha to answer. “Okay, but I want to see Maria coming to work next Tuesday with an honest smile. I miss seeing her so positive.” You beamed gratefully, even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re giving her a long weekend off?” you asked almost too happily.

“Aside from letting her spend time with her favorite woman, I’m sure she deserves the rest for working so hard the past months.”

“Oh Martha, thank you so much! I owe you a lot.”

Any semblance of formalities melted away. “Oh dear, you know I’m a sucker for romantic gestures! I’ll make sure she tells me everything about your night when she gets back to work,” she teased. You giggled, excitement crawling up your body by the minute. You ended the call and finished your groceries as fast as you could, and by the time you got back to your shared apartment the sun was just starting to set. Perfect, you thought. You had more time than anticipated, but you were sure to utilize every second and got to work.

After a dragging day at work, Maria finally found her way back home. She was stuck in the office for a good two hours past her supposed time out due to Martha’s unexpected request to finish some extra paperwork. She would’ve declined it, but the offer of getting a paid day off in return was too good to miss out that even an extra hour long traffic didn’t stop her. She was far too exhausted, both mental and physical, to think of anything else but to crash into the soft sheets of her bed despite her empty stomach begging to be filled up. When she got to her apartment’s door, however, she couldn’t help but stop and look at it.

She didn’t know that today was the day you’d bring the case to the court one last time for a verdict, so all she expected was to come home to an empty apartment, and despite everything still in the same place it felt more barren the past few months. And yet, as she unlocked the door and flicked the lights on, she was greeted with not only a noticeably cleaner living room but also a delectable smell wafting through her nose. It caused her stomach to growl again, and with the new smell filling the place she dropped her bag and headed to the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

Maria’s eyes popped out at the sight. There you were in your sweatpants and loose shirt, sitting across the table with your hand resting atop your intertwined fingers. A large grin splayed across your face, which grew even wider at the sight of her. The table was set up with two plates, a bottle of wine and whiskey (a strange combo, Maria thought), about three dishes, and a bowl of soup accompanied by a smaller bowl of croutons. The food before her was definitely made presentable, and if Maria wasn’t too occupied gawking (and maybe drooling a little) she would’ve pointed out how your outfit didn’t even match up to the setting.

“We won the case,” you told her, your voice laced with softness and excitement.

Maria had to compose herself just enough to answer. “Really?” she squeaked out. She was happy beyond words, both for your success and you finally being there to greet her home for once and having done this seemingly large dinner after months of surviving on leftovers in the fridge and take-outs. You nodded, watching her expression with a smile, but it quickly dropped when you saw her starting to cry. Alarmed, you got off your seat and pulled her to a tight embrace, to which she eagerly returned, taking in the faint scent of the soap you used for your bath. You planted a long kiss on the crown of her head, and the gesture only seemed to make her cry more.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

And there she poured everything out. She missed coming home to your arms every night, but ever since the case you were always either gone in the office at work or holed up in the one at home. The thought made her disappointed, and maybe with a twinge of anger and paranoia, but she had to hold it back. She knew how much work meant to you, and she admired how passionate you were for it. She tried her best not to think too much of it, but the fear of you growing cold towards her scared her to no end, admitting that the effects of her past relationship with James was still affecting her.

You didn’t speak the whole time and let Maria vent it out until she reduced into quiet sobs. You kissed her forehead before pulling away from the hug so you could meet her eye to eye. “I know I’ve been so busy, which is why I’m going to make up for it,” you whispered soothingly. You cupped her face and gently wiped the tears away with your thumbs, and you could see a smile slowly grace her lips that made your heart melt. You then peppered her with short, sweet kisses all over her face, which made her giggle and squirm.

“I missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I missed you too, but I’m not going to let you have dinner with such an uncomfortable outfit.”

Maria followed your eyes to her office attire. “I drew you a hot bath just a few minutes ago, with lots of lavender from our mini garden,” you told her softly, pulling her by the waist and kissing her cheek. Gosh, you missed her so much. Maria sighed as you nuzzled your face on the crook of her neck, already imagining the beautiful smell of the bathroom awaiting her. Unfortunately, she had to pull away from the hug so she could actually get there.

After Maria took her time in a relaxing bath and changed to her own comfortable clothes, you two spent the night together, savoring the full course dinner you made with both of your favorite foods and hers, then surprising her with strawberry mousse, her favorite, for dessert. After that, and an empty bottle of wine, you two went to the couch to cuddle and watch a movie together. Though the film on the television was soon forgotten when you kept on showering Maria with kisses and compliments. Even if she asked you to stop since she genuinely wanted to watch the movie, you only replied to her with,

“Nah, I’m going to spoil you the whole weekend, and for the following weeks to come.”

And you did just that. Your attention was all on Maria day and night, and her heart could never feel so full at the sight of you. You took care of her and she took care of you, too. Of course you respected her boundaries and remained gentle with how you held her, but she knew that with you she was safe. Her initial fears of abandonment were soon thrown out the window. Maria trusted you more than ever, and you made sure to show her that she would never regret that choice.

Maria sighed wistfully, stroking your hair as she stared at the wall. The heavy drapes were drawn shut, preventing the moonlight from entering the dark bedroom. You were nestled on her bare chest, sleeping soundly while you had your arms wrapped protectively around her waist. A smile adorned your lips, and Maria took notice of it when she looked down at you.

You were at peace, contrast to the tired and frustrated expression you constantly seemed to wear while you were working the past months. Your breaths were slow and relaxed, making Maria hold a smile of her own as she studied your features. She brought a hand to your face, and you subconsciously leaned against her touch. She caressed your cheek with a thumb, her gaze trailing over to the bags under your eyes. Without your makeup, it looked much worse, but Maria didn’t care. She loved everything about you, even those eyebags that carried all the success you worked for, and she never felt luckier for having such a caring and passionate girlfriend as you.

“Oh Y/N,” Maria sighed for the nth time that night. “I didn’t think love existed until I started loving you.”

You barely stifled your amused chuckle, making Maria jump slightly at the vibration. “I’m glad to be the one to make you realize that,” you murmured, opening your eyes and ignoring the noise of surprise that she made when you let it be known that you were still awake. You shifted so that you could fully look at Maria. It was dark, but you could still make out her wide eyes that slowly softened. Her hand was still pressed to your face, so you put your own on top of it and moved to gently kiss her palm.

“And you deserve every bit of love, sweetheart.”

The way you said it so sincerely just made Maria absolutely melt, even more so when you pulled up to give her a long, tender kiss. Her hands wandered you, fingers trailing the marks she left on your skin before a hand made its way to your bare back while the other tangled on your already messy hair. When you backed away to breathe, you gave Maria one last peck on the lips before lying on her side and pulling her close.

“You know babe, seeing you like this makes me want to look forward to more of your difficult cases.” Maria laughed when you tiredly groaned in annoyance.

“No. If the next one is anything like the last I’m shoving it to either Alexander or Jefferson. I missed you too much.”

[ninimackbrews]

Let Me Help

Lafayette x Fem!Reader

Summary: the reader has not been herself since her brother, John Laurens died. So her lover Lafayette comes back to America to help.

An: so i was inspired by someone elses fic which is 100x better than this but i cant find it again to give the author credit. So just know this was not a complete orignal idea and all credit goes to the person with the og idea i found. (If i find it again ill link it)

OG/Inspiration: x

Warnings: angst

Wc: 1038

Lafayette stood on the stoop of the Hamilton household, his closed fist hovering over the door. He hadn’t been in America for two months now. The feeling of dread settled over his shoulders that a cloak. He had received word that his dear friend John Laurens had been killed in battle a month ago. It took him that long to make his way back to the crowded streets of New York.

With a sight his knuckles knocked firmly on the wooden door. He held his breath waiting for the door to open. The door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking Alexander. His hair was not pulled back like usual and there were bags under his eyes. Lafayette gave him a dismal smile.

“Mon ami, I came as soon as I could.” Alexander looked up and down the street before clutching the lapel of Lafayette’s jacket, dragging him inside. Once the door was closed he pulled the frenchman into a tight hug, all masculinity aside. Laf patted the shorter mans back before pulling away. “Où est-elle?”

Alexander ran a hand through his hair. “She is in our guest room. She hasn’t left the room since she arrived three weeks ago. Eliza brings her food, but she hardly touches it.” Alex explained leading Lafayette up the stairs. Laf saw Eliza standing outside a room at the end of the hall knocking lightly. The woman turned and saw the two men. With a small smile she hugged the frenchman.

“I am glad to see you. I think you are the only one to help her.” She whispered.

“That is what I am afraid of.” He replied quietly. Alexander knocked on your door lightly again.

“Y/n, there is someone here to see you.” He was answered with silence. Lafayette nodded to the two Hamiltons and they made their way back downstairs. Laf opened the door slowly. He stepped in and found you with your back to him. You were sitting in a chair, staring out of the window on the far side of the room. Your hair was cascading down your back and you were dressed in the nightgown the frenchman had gifted you some months ago. A smile tugged at the corner of his lip. He slowly made his way to you. He walked around you and noticed your eyes closed. He sighed lightly, squatting before you.

The feel of a hand taking yours caused you to open your eyes. You were met with the chocolate orbs you so dearly loved. But you made no movement, you had seen this ghost before over the last two months, you had felt his lips upon yours when you knew he was not there, his hand in yours when you knew he was across the ocean. This was a recurring dream you had everyday.

Lafayette saw the glaze over your eyes hinting to your distress and confusion. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles tenderly. “Y/n, mon ange, it is me, your Lafayette. I am here, mon amour.” He whispered onto your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. A tear fell from your eye as you realized he was actually there. You fell into his arms, tackling him to the floor. He held you in his arms tightly, breathing in your familiar scent.

“You came back.” You sobbed, gripping his jacket like a lifeline. He let a few tears slip himself as he pulled you flush against him.

“Oui, mon ange. I arrived this morning.” He leaned back to look you in the eyes. He held your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. You cupped his neck, brows frowning in concentration. The feel of his lips on yours after so long brought chills over your skin. You pulled away, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“You heard of John I presume?”

His eyes cast down then back to yours, “Oui.”

“I have been writing to him,” you said after a moment of silence. Lafayette tensed. The idea of you writing letters to your deceased brother broke his heart. “Nothing serious, just asking why. Asking of Frances. Asking him to come back.” You stopped and stood, Lafayette following your motions to the desk in the corner.

“There is nothing wrong with that, Y/n.”

“I know. But I feel so... so...”

“Helpless?” You glanced at him, fiddling with the letters splayed on the desk.

“Oui.” Lafayette smirked slightly at the response. But it was replaced with a frown when tears spilled silently from your e/c eyes. He stepped around the desk pulling you to his chest allowing you to cry. “I miss him so much, Laf. I don’t know if I can continue like this.”

His heart fell, “Mon amour, then do not continue this way.” He took one of your hands in his, and the other rested against your cheek, “it is not healthy. Come back to us, Y/n. Come back to me,” he pleaded. You shook with a sob, trying to catch your breath.

“I am so lost, Gilbert, I haven’t any idea what to do.” Gilbert. Gilbert. It echoed in his head. Only twice had you ever used that name with him, and both were times of desperation.

“Let me help. Let me help you find yourself, Y/n. I will do whatever I can to assist you. I am here for you. I will not leave until I know in my heart you are okay.” He nudged your nose with his own. You giggled through your tears. You stared up at him with admiration. He sailed across an ocean to see you in your darkest time and you love him all the more for it.

“I love you.” You whispered, pecking his lips.

He grinned, “Je t’aime, Y/n Laurens.” He pulled you flush against him once again, kissing your temple. He leaned down yo your ear, “Now what do you say we eat, yes?” You giggled wiping your flushed cheeks. With a meek nod you followed your lover down stairs to the dining area where you enjoyed a brief meal and evening with the Hamilton’s before retiring to bed with Lafayette at your side.

AN: completly out of my zone tbh, but i couldnt resist writing it.

[izzygyrl]

A Mr. Philip Hamilton {Fem!Child!Reader x Boy!Philip Hamilton}

I saw Hamilton over the New Year and LOVED IT! I will now be writing for Hamilton the show as a one shot option! Here’s my first of them! This might turn into a multi-part one shot series! Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

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Words: 2,131

Imagine: 5 year old reader meets 7 year old Philip Hamilton as her father has a meeting with Mr. Alexander Hamilton and President Washington 

Contains: Cute, Fluffy, Children.

Time Period: Hamiltime (1789)

Translations: 

(Y/N)=Your Name

(L/N)=Last Name

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“Shhhh (Y/N), darling, you need to stay quiet and try to stay still. Daddy’s almost done.” Your mother told you, as she held your five year old squirming body in her lap, and you watched from down the hall as your father and two other men were having a meeting. You had been sitting here for some time now and you were quite done with waiting for your father. That, and being five years old and having to sit still and stay quiet for a long time wasn’t your cup of tea.

It was also the fact that at that particular moment you were craving your father’s attentions. You were going through the clingy phase and it was your father who you had chosen to focus your attentions on. You were your father’s daughter, and he treated you like a princess. In your five year old brain, it was almost as if he were ignoring you right now!

Your mother had told you that ‘Daddy needed to meet with the President’. And that the President was the man who was in charge of the colonies. And that it was very important for Daddy to see him.

But that didn’t mean anything to you.

You then watched as the three of them suddenly disappeared from your sight. This quickly caused you to panic.  You slipped from your mother's grasp, running as fast as you could down the hall, causing her to jump up, but with her layers of skirts she was no match for you, as you took off and ran down the enormously long hall.

After what seemed like a long time you reached the spot where your father and the men had disappeared, and you were puzzled to find they were nowhere in sight. Where had they gone?!

“(Y/N) (L/N) get back here right now young lady!” Your mother hissed out as she neared your spot still barreling towards you. Ignoring her, you ran off towards the closest door. It was ajar, and you peeked inside, and you spotted your father and the men. Overfilled with relief and joy that you had found your sire, you pushed the door open and ran into the room, surprising the three men. “DADDY!” You cried out hobbling towards him on your chubby baby legs your little dress, making a swishing sound as you did so.

“(Y/N)!” Your father said, shock in his tone. You ran to him, not seeing the embarrassment in his gaze as he glanced apologetically at the two men, both whom were trying not to chuckle. Your father scooped you up into his arms and turned back to the two men. “My apologies Mr. President, Secretary Hamilton--,” Your father began to stutter out.

“It’s quite alright my good sir.” One of the men said. He was tall and had a very fancy suit on, that had shoulder tassels, that moved when he did. You were suddenly enamored with one of his shiny buttons at his collar, and began staring at it.

The man seemed to notice, for he chuckled and bent his head down to meet your eyes. “Who is this, that I have the pleasure of meeting today?” He said, and your eyes met his and you suddenly got shy and put your head into the crook of your fathers neck, while still peeking out at the man.

“Mr. President, Secretary Hamilton, this is my daughter, (Y/N).” He said and bounced you in his arms once causing you to gaze at the two men.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss (L/N).” The man with the fancy shoulder tassels said. “I’m am President Washington. This is my friend Secretary Hamilton.” The other man--Secretary Hamilton, had the same coat as President Washington, however he didn’t have the shoulder tassels to your disappointment. You liked how they looked. However, he had a kind smile as he gazed at you with deep chocolate eyes. You liked him immediately.

“Can you say hello to the President and Secretary Hamilton (Y/N)?” Your father asked.

“Hello Mr. President. Hello Mr. Hamilton.” You said in a soft voice causing President Washington to smile, and Secretary Hamilton to give you a nod in greeting.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” You were turned away from the men as your mother's voice reached your ears. You immediately hid your head back into your fathers neck, peeking out towards the door where the voice had come from.  She was in the doorway, her red dress taking up most of the doorway, her bonnet loose from her head. “I apologize gentleman--.” She began to say, but the President held up a hand.

“It’s alright Mrs. (L/N). You have quite a charming little daughter.” He said with a smile.

“She’s been going through a phase where she’s been clinging to her father.” Your mother told the men as she entered the room, to which they chuckled. You clung tightly to your father and he rubbed your back with a large hand.

“Quiet natural for a babe to want her father.” The president commented.

“I think I should have my family go home in the carriage. This could be a while.” Your father said to the men.

“Actually-.” Mr. Hamilton said, a gleam in his eye. “I have an idea.” He said.

You watched as he went to the door and called an attendant. He whispered something to them before walking back to you. He then met your eyes. “Miss (L/N), we need to talk to your daddy for a little longer. You see the President need his help.” He told you. Your eyes widened and you turned to President Washington. “You need my daddy’s help? But you’re the president!” You said to President Washington who smiled but said nothing, as Secretary Hamilton continued.

“Yes but your daddy has something we need. Now how about while we talk you can make a new friend?” He asked giving you a warm smile. You lifted your head from your fathers shoulder and gazed at Mr. Hamilton. You thought about it and then nodded to which Mr. Hamilton replied. “Great!” 

Just then, there was a knock. Once again, everyone turned and there, in the doorway was a beautiful young woman, in a beautiful, baby blue dress with a young boy by her side. He had wild curly black hair, and an olive complexion. Your father set you down and you quickly hid behind his coat tails and legs.  

“Ah just in time.” Mr. Hamilton said.

“Eliza, I’d like you to meet, Mr. (L/N), his wife and their daughter.” Mr. Hamilton said to the woman who nodded to your parents and gave you a kind smile. You peeked out through your father's coat tails at her curiously.

“Miss (L/N) may I?” And you looked up to see Mr. Hamilton, reaching his hand out. You hesitated glancing up at your father who nodded in approval, before taking the man's large hand that dwarfed your small one.

“Miss (Y/N), I’d like you to meet my son Philip Hamilton.” He said as he led you to the young boy. As you got closer you saw he looked a lot like his father. They had the same facial structure and eyes. However his hair was much curlier than his father's. He also had a ton of freckles that, for some reason you thought were really pretty. He wore a blue breasted coat over a white shirt with little white breeks, white stockings and black shoes.

“Phillip this is Miss (Y/N). I was hoping you could show her, and her mother the gardens while the president and I talked to her father. Can you do that for me son?” He asked. Phillip looked at his father and nodded, before he turned his  gaze to you and gave a little bow. He then offered his arm. You looked at your mother, and saw she was beaming. She nodded and you curtsied before you took his arm.

Together, you then walked out with the boy.

As you left the room, you peeked over your shoulder to see your father, President Washington and Secretary Hamilton along with your mother and Mrs. Hamilton, gazing at you and Philip with smiles and bemused looks.

As you walked down the hall with Philip, he seemed to not say anything at first. You saw your mother and his, were following a few feet behind introducing themselves to each other before diving into a conversation.

You faced forward and peeked at Philip. He was half an inch taller, if not an inch taller than you. Later that evening you would find out from your mother, that Philip was actually two years older than you at seven years old.

As Philip led you to the gardens, you finally broke the silence between the two of you. “So do you talk?” You asked. Philip gave you a puzzled look, before speaking up. “Of course I can talk!” He said hotly. You shrugged. “Oh.”

“Do you live nearby?” He asked you. You nodded. “I live in Manhattan near the Hudson a few blocks from the college.” You told him. He nodded but didn’t say anything else.

You turned a corner, and finally reached the gardens. Philips mother opened the doors and you and Philip slipped through. Philip showed you the fruit trees, and the beautiful flowers that lined the gardens walls. You were taken by the amazing fragrances, and colors you saw. It was very different from Manhattans city streets. Philips mothers and yours sat in some lawn chairs nearby, watching you both while chatting. 

Within five minutes both you and Philip were sitting on the the lawn of the garden, playing some game that only he and you understood. He didn’t talk much but he was really nice. He taught you how to count to ten in French while you taught him to count in Latin.

You were so caught up in your antics with the young Hamilton, that you didn’t see your father, Philip’s father and President Washington slip into the garden after about 20 minutes. The three men stepped up to the two mothers and all five adults watched quietly as you tried to teach Philip the colors in Latin.

“He’s been teaching her French and she’s been teaching him Latin.” Mrs. Hamilton gushed to the three men, who looked at the pair of you with affectionate gazes.

“Are you ready to leave my dear?” Your father asked your mother. Your mother gazed at Mrs. Hamilton and then to you and Philip. “Yes I believe so. Thank you Mrs. Hamilton for your company.” Your mother said rising from her seat, Mrs. Hamilton following suit before both women curtsied to each other. “It was my pleasure. It seems my son has taken a shine to your dear little daughter.” Mrs. Hamilton said with chuckle, and the adults saw Phillip calming you down, as he helped a ladybug out of your hair.

“So it seems.” Your father said, sharing a look with Secretary Hamilton, who was looking at his son proudly. “I’ll grab (Y/N).” He said. “I’ll accompany you.” Mr. Hamilton said.

It was Philip who noticed the pair of fathers first. “Hello Father.” He said. You turned around to see your father and Mr. Hamilton standing over you. “Hello Philip.” Secretary Hamilton said. Both you and Philip stood up. “Did you have fun my sweet?” Your father asked you. You nodded. “I did father. Philip taught me some French and I taught him some Latin!” You said proudly. Both fathers shared a look before your father squatted down to your level. “I’m glad you had fun, but it’s time to go.” Your father told you. He was surprised to see a look of disappointment appear on your face. You nodded. “Okay father.” You said. You then turned to Philip and gave him a little curtsy, Philip followed your lead and bowed to you. “Thank you for your time, Philip.” You said to the boy. He nodded. “It was my pleasure, Miss (Y/N).” He said.

You were then whisked away by your father. As you exited the garden you looked up at your father. “Can I come see Philip again?” You asked him. Your father glanced down at you, before sharing a look with your mother. He then broke out into a smile. “I will talk with the Hamilton's but I believe that could be arranged, my darling.” He said.

You couldn’t help but smile at the answer. You then looked at your mother. “I’m going to need to find new things to teach Philip in Latin.”

Your parents could only share a knowing smile as they saw their daughter had made her first friend.