#alexnader hamilton

[justanotherhamiltrash]

Hamilton: [slurping]

Hamilton: When you said you’d take me for a drink, this isn't what I expected.

Laurens: Do not disrespect the slushie.

[snacho-to-ur-nacho]

yall guess whos writing again!

some stories i *might* write (im already started on a few of these)

hamilton/ amrev:

- redcoat laurens au (british redcoats could stay in civilian houses in their stay in america, laurens is british, he 'runs away' bur not literally he just needed to get out but still writes to his family, stays with alexander who hates him, and slolwy falls in love

- a soulmate au set of oneshots

- alexnader overworking himself and slashing his wrists to stay awake through the night andnnot let washington down, too afraid of another father leaving, washington doesnt know the ammount of work tje other generals assigned him

- jamilton, handcuffed to eachother till thwy tolerate one another

-lams again but them working together and falling

- hamliza snipet, first meet, alexander being flirty

infinity alchemist:

- flowershop au

- harry potter crossover? (idk i just really see crossover potential in ia to literally any other fandom, might even do a avengers crossover for the sole sake of giving ramsay a father figure who is both an engineer, fatherly, rich, and sacrifices himself to save hundreds and whos bettwr than tony stark when it comes to this)

- c h a o s oneshots

- possible smut? ramsay pretending to forgive callum and worjing on his energy and seducing callum but sort of hate sex where ramsay just wants to make callum hurt but im not very good at writing smut so im getting help from a friend for it

legend:

- sort of idea i had of a talk between day and anden (nothign romantic) but i just added unnecessary drama to add chaos

and oneshots of eden being chaotic bc i love him

[ask-john-laruens]

John grabs the tray of breakfast and walked understairs to Alexnader's shared room. It was Alexnader's favorite breakfast; waffles with powdered sugar, eggs, a tiny bowl of fruit, a cinnamon roll, and some orage juice. He didn't get to eat it often. He knocked on the door before opening it, knowing Alexnader was awake. "Good morning, Lexi. I hope you slept well."

@ask-chubby-hamilton

[ask-john-laruens]

the officiant started to talk, and john adjusted his standing.

"John Laurens, do you take Alexnader Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

John nods "i do."

~The Tailor was just sitting pretty much alone and watching his two friends, he still had a classic smile of his on his face~

Alexander waved to Hercules before the officiant started to talk.

[coffeeflavoredtearsold]

Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Pt.1

Read it on AO3 HERE

NEXT PART

When Alexander left for the bar that night, it was to have a fun night with his boyfriend. He ended up staying to get so wasted he would forget that he got dumped after over an hour of Alexander trying to have fun, and John finding reasons to just stay in a far corner.

“Jackie, what’s wrong? You’ve been so distant all night. Are you alright?” Alexander spoke softly, hoping John couldn’t see how worried he was. He reached across the table, forgetting his attempt so seem fine when John jerked his hand away from him.

“I think we should break up…” was all John had to say before silently getting up, paying for his tab and leaving, leaving Alexander sitting there, looking after him. He was known for always having something to say, but as he watched John walk out he had nothing to say. He sat there silently for a few minutes before getting up and ordering another drink. He refused to let himself cry, and instead decided to try and forget what he had just heard.

Of all people…

»»————- ————-««

Just as Thomas was laying down to go to sleep, Alexander barged into their dorm, tripping over a pile of books. He sighed, sitting up and turning the light on, only to see Alexander still on the floor.

“What the hell? I was just about to go to sleep.”

Thomas watched as Alexander tried to get up, only to fall over again, this time with a louder thud. He got up and walked over, reaching out a hand to help him up. “Are you drunk or something?” He asked as Alexander took his hand, struggling to stand.

All he got in response was a nod, before he watched Alexander quickly make his way to the bathroom, the sound of him throwing up clear in the room. Thomas sighed, grabbing some advil and a glass of water before joining Alexander in the bathroom. The smaller man was sitting with his back against the bathtub, his hair messed up. He knelt down next to him, handing him the pills and the water. Without the need to say anything, Alexander smiled gratefully, taking the pills and downing the water.

Thomas helped Alexander pull his hair into a bun to prevent any puke from getting in it, luckily finishing just before Alexander had another round of throwing up.

After a while of Alexander throwing up and Thomas getting him water each time, Thomas decided to get him some clothing to change into. He grabbed a sweater he was sure the small man had stolen from his boyfriend, as it was gigantic and some sweatpants, walking back in and setting them down next to him. After one glance at the sweater Alexander broke into tears, shaking on the floor. He looked like a mess.

“Hey… breathe. It’s alright.” Thomas asked as he moved down to hug him.

“It’s not okay. It’ll never be okay. I’m alone again.” He spoke between sobs, resting his head on Thomas’ shoulder. “John just dumped me for god knows what, and now im crying in a bathroom, confiding in you of all people.” Thomas looked taken aback by the last statement, but didn’t let go. He stayed silent however, unsure of what to say.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Alexander sobbing into Thomas’ shoulder, while Thomas just sat there quietly. When Alexander finally pulled away, Thomas dropped his arms, looking at him.

“Sorry… I shouldn’t have freaked out like that.” Thomas felt bad as he saw Alexander look down, seeming to be focused on the tile.

“Don’t be. It’s alright. You had a rough night.” He stood up and left the bathroom, taking the sweater with him. A few moments later he reentered, tossing Alexander one of his sweaters. “Now get changed and go lay down. It’s late,”

Alexander nodded and carefully stood up, watching as Thomas left the bathroom. Once the door was closed he took a moment to look at the sweater Thomas had given him. He knew it wasn’t his or John’s… He tried not to cry as he thought of the name.

When he re emerged a few minutes later, the sweater dangling of this small frame he noticed Thomas was already laying in bed, a light off. Alexander made his way to his bed, turning off the light. He didn’t bother with pulling a blanket over himself. He knew he’s find a way to cocoon himself in his blankets one way or another.

»»————- ————-««

Over the course of the next week, Alexander begun hanging out with Thomas and James in place of John. As Lafayette and Hercules were still vacationing in France, it was his best option, apart from sulking in his bed. He had begin to ignore his phone completely, not answering calls or texts, knowing people would just be asking how he was doing. It was nice, being around Thomas and James. He could argue and debate with them, which was something he admittedly enjoyed doing.

It was actually nice, though. He had originally grown to dislike the pair of them, but after actually getting to know them, he learned they weren’t as bad as he had originally thought. I’m sure Laf would be loving this. He thought. Alexander was excited for his friends to get back. It was odd enough not having John bugging him at all hours, and some familiarity would be nice. Sighing, He decided he needed to go and do something. His mind was going off, and last time it started doing that he ended up in tears.

Thomas was the first one to notice Alexander staring off into space. He walked over and set a hand on his shoulder, smiling when Alexander looked up at him. “You alright?”

“Yea.” Alexander nodded. “I’m fine… we should go do something. Get out of the dorm for a bit.”

“Alright. Why don’t we go get some coffee at that quaint little shop on the corner.”

“Sounds good.” Alexander stood up and stretched, Thomas noticing he was wearing the sweater he had given him again. There was no way he was getting it back at this point. He knew Alexander tended to steal everyone’s sweaters and warm clothing.

»»————- ————-««

John made a small growl when he awoke to James vacuuming their room. He rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. “Ughh. It’s so early. Why are you cleaning already?”

All he got was a dirty look from James.

John sat up and ran a hand through his tangled hair. “It's literally 8 in the morning on a goddamn Saturday.”

James turned off the vacuum and silently put it away, before walking back over to John. “I have tried to be as calm about this as possible. I have tried to ignore you, and all your bullshit. But I can’t! It’s so goddamn annoying! You act like nothing's wrong! You act like it’s okay that Alexander showed up at his dorm at three in the morning, drunk off his ass and barely able to stand!”

“I didn't-” John was cut off by James.

“You didn't care. You just up and left him at the damn bar after breaking his damn heart! I get a call the next morning from Thomas telling me to bring some painkillers and tea, because Alexander was probably going to have a shitty hangover. And you couldn’t have chosen a worse time to pull something like this, as his other friends are in fucking France, halfway across the world. Unable to help him or do anything!” By the end of his rant, he was breathing heavily, walking out off the room red in the face.

John watched silently as James left their room. Since when had Alexander gotten so close with Thomas and James?

»»————- ————-««

“I’m telling you! Something is up with them! Neither have answered their phones in a week, and I can’t even get ahold of Thomas!” Lafayette said quickly as he paced the room.

“Laf, just breathe. I’m sure everything is fine.” Hercules watched from a couch as his boyfriend walked in repetitive circles.

“But what if something happened to them?” Lafayette stopped in front of him, frowning.

“I doubt something happened. Worst case scenario, Alex’s body finally caught up with the fact the man never sleeps.” Hercules was smiling even as he said it, letting out an ouch! When Lafayette proceeded to hit him.

“It’s not funny Herc!”

“Fine. Why don’t we try calling Madison. I mean if you’re close with Jefferson and they’ve been friends their whole lives, you have his number, correct?”

Lafayette nodded and pulled out his phone. “I haven’t used it in years but yes, I have his number.” With a small smile, Lafayette sat down next to Hercules, who wrapped an arm around him. He dialed the number, putting it on speaker.

»»————- ————-««

James was sitting in a coffee shop with Alexander and Thomas when his phone rang. He pulled it out, looking at in confusion.

“Who is it?” James heard Thomas ask, pulling him out of his mind.

“It’s Lafayette.” He answered the phone, putting it on speaker so the others could hear. “Hello?”

“James! It’s been a while. How are you?” Lafayette’s voice was worried on the other side, earning a concerned look from Alexander.

“I’m doing fine, you haven’t called in ages. What’s up?” Alexander looked at the phone while James spoke, a look of nervousness on his face.

“Well, I haven’t been able to get ahold of Alex, John, or even Thomas and I was growing concerned. Especially about Alex, he’s always awake when I call.”

This time, Alexander spoke up. “I’m so sorry Laf I’ve been ignoring my phone-” He was cut off by Lafayette’s onslaught of French, which was noticeably silenced by Hercules telling him he was speaking too fast.

“Sorry. But what the hell? Wait who all is with you? What happened? Are you and John okay?”

It was Thomas’ turn to reply. “Laf, breathe. Everything is alright… some stuff happened between Alexander and Laurens and James and I have been trying to help Alexander through it.”

“Wait, is it just you three? What happened between Alexander and John? Where is John anyways? And-”

James cut Lafayette off. “John dumped Alex. He’s probably still living it up in our dorm, not giving a single shit as to how his best friend,” He said the last bit as if it tasted bad in his mouth, “has been doing.”

“Wait, he did what? That’s so unlike John? Are you sure he wasn’t drunk? I mean he was so happy with Alex…” Hercules jumped in, obviously worried about his friends.

“Laf, Herc, I’ll be fine. You two enjoy your time away. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t think I don’t know Laf is looking at plane tickets. I know you guys. I’m doing just fine.” Alexander spoke with an obviously fake smile, the pain clear in his eyes and voice.

“Alexander stop lying! You broke down the other day walking back from a class because you saw John walking by, across the quad.” By this point, Thomas had wrapped an arm around Alexander, who looked as if he was trying to not cry when he heard John’s name.

“You know what, I just bought the tickets. We’ll be home by tonight there. See you soon.” Was all Lafayette had to say before hanging up.

It took all of 30 seconds for Alexander to give up on not crying and for Thomas to have his arms around the smaller man, reassuring him that everything would be okay softly.

»»————- ————-««

That night, while watching a movie in Alexander and Thomas’ dorm, the three men heard a knock on the door. James, who was sitting closest got up and opened it up, while Thomas paused the movie. Before anyone got a chance to see who it was, Lafayette was in the dorm and hugging Alexander, who had previously been about to fall asleep on Thomas’ shoulder.

“Alex I’m so sorry it took so long. Are you alright? How are you holding up?” Alexander smiled a little, hugging his friend back.

“I’m- I’ll be- I’m fine… No I’m not who the hell am I kidding Laf what did I do wrong?” Alexander begun to cry into the frenchman’s shoulder, while Hercules sat down next to him.

“Buddy you did nothing wrong. Thomas texted us the full story. He shouldn’t have done that to you, I’m so sorry.” Hercules set a hand on Alexander’s back while he spoke.

Lafayette pulled away from him, wiping his messy face off. “Just breathe. We’re going to go talk to John and see what the actual fuck happened in his mind to think it was okay to do that to you. You deserve so much better.”

“Don’t kill anyone Laf… Just because I’m upset with him doesn't mean you and Herc need to be.”

“He broke your heart, mon ami! I’m sure you would do the same this if it was Herc in your position and me being the one to break his heart.”

“F-Fine… Just don’t kill him, okay?”

“I make no promises.” Was all the frenchman had to say, before making his way up to leave, to go ‘talk’ with John.

»»————- ————-««

John was watching Netflix on his laptop when Lafayette and Hercules barged into his dorm, Lafayette crossing his arms.

“What the hell have you done?”

[desk-sandwich]

y'all: tHoMas JeffErsON anD AlEXanDer HamiLtOn ArE mISUnderStOOd bIsEXuAl sm0L beAnzzzZz x3 x3 i love my non binary bbies >:)

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[dcbutinamrev]

LAMS LAMS HISTORICAL LAMS ONESHOT!

Of course, anon! There wasn't any specifics for this one which is no worries, so I decided to go with the duel between Laurens and Charles Lee cause why not?

***

Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton gasps sharply when he hears the front door to the aide-de-camp office on the mid-morning of December 24, 1778. Valley Forge still covered in a blanket of snow, flakes still fluttering from the overcast, gray-clouded sky, a soft breeze blows through the office, making the room colder than before which causes Hamilton to shiver and his teeth chatter slightly. Hamilton stands up abruptly from his wooden chair, the legs of the chair squeaking against the hard wood floor as it scoots back. Hamilton's silver, moonlight violet eyes widens at the sight of a seething Laurens in front of him. The fellow aides, Richard Kidder Meade, Tench Tilghman, Robert Harrison, John Fitzgerald and even the Marquis de Lafayette all stand as well at the sudden dramatic entrance.

Hamilton stares at Laurens for a breath, blinking once, twice before rushing over towards him, gripping both of Laurens's trembling hands in his, wondering just what had gotten Laurens so upset. He has seen Laurens angered before but not seething as though Hamilton could feel his blood boiling, like a kettle whistling.

Hamilton places a hand on Laurens's muscular bicep, drawing Laurens's attention away from the front door. He stares at Hamilton confusedly, blinking as he starts to become calm instantly, feeling all his burdens wash away as he gazes at his Hamilton before him, Laurens's sky-blue vibrant eyes ticking down to their clasped hands and then to Hamilton's soft, thin pink lips before back to his stunning eyes.

"Laurens? Are you...are you alright?" Hamilton finally manages to gasp, though he knows the answer. He just can't help but ask.

Laurens coughs as he starts to become calm once more, sniffling due to allergies from the cold before fully stepping into the parlor, yanking his hands away from Hamilton's and growling low and deep from the back of his throat. Like thunder rumbling.

"My God, Laurens!" Meade gasps, rounding the corner of the table behind Harrison and the Marquis to try to help Hamilton calm him. "Where the hell have you been?! What the hell happened?!"

Laurens continues to growl like a dog, baring his teeth as he glares at the closed front door, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides, itching to punch something--to release his anger and frustration--his eye twitching as he heaves, pacing back and forth, shaking his head.

"What--" McHenry gasps, startled as he just enters the room from the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands.

Laurens feels as though he's about to roar and spins around in a sharp circle only then to punch the brick wall. Laurens groans and hisses sharply as he cradles his now injured hand, cursing silently to himself as he stares at the scrapes of fresh dark crimson blood oozing from his knuckles.

"Mon ami!" the Marquis cries at the same time Hamilton yelps, "Laurens!"

Hamilton rushes towards him again, cupping Laurens's now wounded hand in his own and with his free hand, yanking his neck cloth off and wrapping it around Laurens's palm and knuckles.

"John," Hamitlon whispers, so only Laurens could here. This catches Laurens's attention as he turns to Hamilton instantly coming back to the present. "What happened?"

"General Lee happened," Laurens grumbles, narrowing his eyes at the front door as he scrunches up his nose in a tight scowl.

"General Lee?" the Marquis asks, resting a hand on Laurens's shoulder, comfortingly. "What about him?"

Before Laurens could say a word, Hamilton drags Laurens to the sette in the living room, forcing him to sit and Hamilton flops down himself beside him, his thumb rubbing descreetly over the tendons of Laurens's hand. The Marquis sits himself on Laurens's right and the other aides watches with concern and confusion from the office.

"Lee...General Lee, I mean...he uh...he had insulted General Washington," Laurens explains.

Hamilton gasps, eyes widen. "Insulted? Our General?"

"Yes, Hamilton, are you deaf?!" Laurens snaps. "Do I need to repeat it?"

Hamilton sets his jaw, clamping his mouth shut as he sits taller somehow, squaring his shoulders and raising an eyebrow challengingly at Laurens, his chest puffing out as he cocks his head to one shoulder. Making him look like the Little Lion he is.

Laurens clamps his mouth shut, gritting teeth as he sets his jaw, tipping his down as if being scolded by a parent.

"I understand your anger, John," Hamilton whispers, his finegrs itching to tuck back the loose whisp of honey blonde hair that's dangling in front of Laurens's ear behind his ear in comfort. "But there is no need to use such tone at me."

Laurens puffs out a sigh, leaning back so his head rests against the sette, staring up at the ceiling as he closes his eyes.

"My apologies, Alexnader," Laurens sighs. "It's just...what he said about he said about General Washington--"

"Which was what?" Tilghman wonders.

"He...he called the General..." Laurens grimaces and swallows as he speaks. "A 'dirty earwig' for turning against him."

"Does His Excellency know about this?" Harrison growls.

Laurens shakes his head. "No. Not yet, at least, and I'd rather much prefer it be a secret between us at the moment."

A pause.

"And not to mention for disobidence and being a coward at Monmouth and retreating when he had the oppurtunity to attack the British."

Hamilton grimaces and tightens his hold around Laurens's larger hand, remembering the chaos of that day in June, with the blistering heat making the wool of their coats and clothes stick to their skin and their fingers slick with sweat and the fall Hamilton had taken after his horse fell beneath from a gunshot wound.

Hamilton stands up suddenly, dragging Laurens up with him. Laurens’s tense shoulders slumps as he’s reluctantly forced to being dragged up the wooden stairs to their shared bedroom, Hamilton exclaming to the others over his shoulder that he’s going to escort Laurens to his quarters for the night to allow himself some time to rest. Hamilton pushes Laurens into the room gently and closes the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding until he hears a soft, audible, satisfying click. 

Hamilton stares at the silver knob, his hand hovering over it gently. He tenses, breathing in sharply through his nose as he could feel Laurens’s presence directly behind him. Hamilton swallows the lump in his throat, licking his dry, chapped lips. Dry from the lack of kisses Laurens has yet to give him due to seperation most of the day. 

“Finally,” Laurens sighs when Hamilton finally turns around to face. Hamilton smiles sheepishly as he crosses his thin arms over himself and takes three steps towards Laurens. Laurens puffs out a breath as he grips one of Hamilton’s elbows, tucking a loose dark red curl behind his ear. “I have missed you.” 

Hamilton giggles, leaning up by his toes to reach Laurens’s soft, heart-shaped pink lips. Laurens sighs happily as he kisses back, just a simple quick little peck. 

“Happy Christmas Eve, my dear boy,” Laurens whispers breathily against Hamilton’s lips, his teeth grazing over them, wanting an invitaiton. 

Hamilton smiles, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as the tip of his nose nudges agaisnt Laurens, opening his mouth for Laurens. 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Hamilton giggles as Laurens pulls back from the kiss, pulling back a little to get a view of Hamilton’s beautiful face with an angled jawline and feminine, freckled cheeks and hair red as fire pulled back into a rather unkept braid and of course, the dark purple of Hamilton’s eyes--almost silver now due to the sun glinting in the afternoon sunlight. Hamilton leans up to steal a kiss, surprising Laurens entirely. “Happy Christmas Eve my dear Laurens.” 

Laurens chuckles, gripping his hold on Hamilton’s slim waist tighter, causing Hamilton’s breath to hitch as he rests both hands flat on Laurens’s chest, his head right underneath Laurens’s chin. 

“What has really gotten you this upset?” Hamilton whispers, tipping his head up to meet Laurens’s eyes. “I’ve never seen you this angry before.” 

Laurens hums as he shifts a little closer so his chest is near Hamilton’s, resting his cheek on Hamilton’s brow. 

“I told you, Alexander,” Laurens says. “Lee happened. HIs inuslts not only of His Excellency but me.” A breathy pause. Laurens grits his teeth. “And you.” 

Hamilton grimaces. He wants to ask Laurens what the insults had said, but thinks better of himself and keeps his mouth shut and just simply listens. 

“Alexander, my love,” Laurens says, pulling back from the embrace to grasp hold of Hamilton’s small hands in his slightly larger one. Hamilton tips his head up. “I have something to ask of you and you’re not going to like it.” 

Hamilton stands somehow taller, his shoulders squared and eyebrows raised high challengingly, a sign for Laurens to continue. 

“I um...I...I um...I uh...” Laurens stutters, scratching the back of his neck. 

Hamilton frowns, furrowing his brows together as he knows Laurens is not the person to stutter. 

He’s probably going to kill me, Laurens thinks to himself as he glances back to Hamilton’s divine eyes and sharp features. Okay, Laurens, plan of action of here... 

“I uh...” Laurens says instead. “I um...” 

“John? Are you alright?” Hamilton asks. 

“I uh...” Laurens clears his throat, standing an inch taller. “I’d uh...I’d like you to be my second.” 

Hamilton stills, his eyes widening as he turns slowly to Laurens, raising only one eyebrow this time, his face paling as his heart thumps with fear and anxiety. He swallows. 

“Second?” 

“Yes.” 

“For what?” 

Laurens presses his lips together, swallows nervously, shifting around on his feet. He chews the inside of his cheek, wondering the best way to say the words would be without causing any drama. 

Laurens sighs defeatedly, hanging his head low as if he were merely a boy beging caught and scolded by his parent. 

“I...I challenged...I challenged...I challenged General Charles Lee to a duel...” A pause. “And I’d like you, my Alexander, to be my second.” 

Hamilton freezes completely, still as a tree trunk. His arms stiff at his sides, his stance taller than before, shoulders squared and eyes slowly widening. His face paling as he swallows, grittinng his teeth as he lets out a shaky breath. The very thought of his Laurens standing six paces in front of General Lee with his arm extended outstretched with his pistol in hand and a gunshot being heard terrifies him. 

“A...A...A duel...?” Hamilton chokes, slowly turning to Laurens as though he may be crazy. He just might be. “A duel?” 

“Yes,” Laurens says. “And I’d like you, Alexander, to be my second.” 

Hamilton laughs dryly, shaking his head as he closes his eyes. “No. No. No. No.” 

“Hamilton--” 

“No. Absolutely not,” Hamilton  huffs, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. He can see Laurens firing his pistol at Lee,  but missing completely as Hamilton can see a bullet ripping Laurens’s side, causing Laurens to cry out in agony, flinging backwards before collapsing completely. 

“Hamilton, please--” 

“No, John,” Hamilton snaps, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t...I won’t...” 

Laurens grabs Hamilton by the forearm roughly and pulls him close, smashing his lips onto his. Hamilton grunts with surprise but melts into the kiss nonetheless, huffing a sigh through his nose as he feels his tense arms go slack at his sides. Being totally helpless. 

“I’ll be safe. I promise you,” Laurens assures. Though, Hamilton doesn’t find that reassuring whatsoever. 

Hamilton shakes his head. “You can’t know that!” His voice cracks as his chest squeezes with pure fear. “You can’t! I just...We’ve only...” 

Laurens puts a finger up to Hamilton’s lips, shushing him. “Shh. Hush now. You trust me. Don’t you?” 

Hamilton tips his head up to lock Laurens’s eyes with his. “What if you get shot--” 

“Ah,ah,” Laurens says. “Answer my question. Do you trust me?” 

Hamilton swallows as he hesitates for a moment. In all honesty, he does trust him. Of course he does! But still... 

“I do,” Hamilton whispers breathlessly. 

Laurens smiles as he leans down to kiss Hamilton’s lips again. 

“Then know, in your heart, I’ll be alright.” 

Hamitlon bites his lip and nods. Laurens pulls back from their embrace and tucks a loose curl behind Hamilton’s ear. 

“What should you have me do now?” Laurens says. 

Hamilton grins, one corner of his lip turning up softly. He takes two steps closer so his chest is flushed once again with Laurens’s and tugs on Laurens’s lapels. 

“Kiss me,” Hamilton gasps agiainst Laurens’s lips. “Kiss me and make love to me as though it may be our last.” 

Laurens chuckles darkly and grins as he kisses Hamilton once more, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling Hamilton close as Hamilton loops his arms around Laurens’s neck, smiling into the kiss, deepening it. 

“Your wish is my command.” 

~~~ 

At half past three, Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens make their way towards the woods just outside Philidelphia. The snow crunches underneath their boots with each step they take, Hamilton clutching onto Laurens’s hand at thier sides for as long as he is able, stopping occaisonally to steal a kiss or two. Laurens sighs when they reach the clearing, swallowing nervously as he bites his lower lip, eyeing Lee chatting to his own second: Evan Edwards. 

Laurens stops just outside the clearing, glancing over his shoulder as he grips both of Hamilton’s hands in his, bringing them up to his lips to press a kiss to each of his knuckles before lowering them at their sides. Hamilton grasps hold of one of Laurens’s hands in his as he reaches to cup Laurens’s cheek with the other, standing on his toes to steal a quick, chaste kiss before releasing him. Laurens sighs and pulls a miniature portrait of him and places it in Hamilton’s palm. He smiles softly as he meets Hamilton’s glittery eyes. Hamilton blinks, swallowing. 

“Here,” Laurens sighs. “Just in case.” 

Hamilton nods. “O-Okay...Okay...Thank you....Jack...you...you better...you better get going.” 

Laurens nods in agreement as he pushes Hamilton out into the clearing with his hand resting on the small of his back. Once Laurens comes into view, he instantly drops his hand and stands stiff and soldierly, narrowing his eyes at Lee. Laurens whispers quietly in Hamilton’s ear, “I love you, my dear boy.” 

Hamilton whimpers. swallowing thickly as he lets out a shaky breath. “I love you too, my dear Jack.” 

Edwards walks up to Laurens with the box, well it looks more like a wooden chest, the lid popped open to reveal a pistol inside. Only one remains inside meaning the second one must have been taken by none other than General Charles Lee. Laurens ticks his eyes towards Hamilton, who watches him anxiously, letting out nervous and shaky breaths with pure fear in his eyes, 

Laurens ticks his eyes back to the chest, staring down at the pistol. He presses his lips together, glancing at Hamilton one last time before snatching the pistol from the chest. Edwards snaps it shut and nervously fidgets on his heels as he stands between Laurens and Lee, watching the two readying thier pistols. 

Once the two have loaded their pistols. the two jerk their heads up sharply at the same time as Hamilton and Edwards discuss the course of action a few feet away. General Lee smiles cunningly. 

“Lieutenant Colonel,” General Lee hisses. 

Laurens scowls. “General Lee.” 

Silence.

“I do hope your precious General has heed my warning,” General Lee says. 

Laurens doesn’t answer as General Lee merely chuckles, clicking his teeth as he shakes his head. Laurens stiffens as he turns to Hamilton and Edwards. 

“What do you see in him?” General Lee says, turning back to Laurens. He turns back to the two again. “Hamilton?” 

Laurens stiffens at the mention of his Alexander’s name and tightens his hold on his pistol. Laurens doesn’t say anything, He just grits his teeth behind his closed lips and sets his jaw, growling. 

“A mysterious boy, don’t you think?” General Lee hums. 

More silence. 

A bit louder now, General Lee clears his throat. “I call a proposal!” 

Hamilton and Edwards stop chatting and quickly whip thier heads over their shoulders with surprise, glancing at each other before back at General Lee and Laurens. 

“I propose we advance upon each other,” General Lee says. “And fire at what time and distance he feels proper.” 

Hamilton and Edwards glances at each other, both seeming extremly nervous and worried and anxious, turn towards Laurens now. Laurens thinks about this suggestion for a moment, before expressing his own preferences and agreeing accordingly. 

Hamilton swallows as he and Edwards step two paces back as General Lee and Laurens stand back to back with their pistols raised, cocked, loaded and ready. Laurens closes his eyes before opening them again, staring at the barrel of his pistol. 

Edwards commands, “The duel will now commence.” 

Hamilton breathes in sharply, closing his eyes as he silently prays for Laurens’s safety. With their backs facing each other, Laurens and General Lee march six paces away from each other before both spinning around on their heels sharply and aiming their pistols directly at each other. 

Hamilton screams, “No!” at the same time the shot is fired with a sudden bang. Hamilton sucks in a breath and holds it as he hears General Lee cry out, “I’ve been shot!” 

Hamilton bites back a choke sob of releif as his puffs out a breath, visibily relaxing when he sees Laurens still standing, bringing his pistol to his lips and blows out the smoke from the barrel, grinning with triumph. 

General Lee grunts as he’s being hoisted by Edwards, one arm around Edwards’s shoulders while Edwards’s arm remains tight around General Lee’s waist. 

“The wound is inconsiderable,” General Lee barks, trying to shoo Edwards off. “I wish to fire a second time.” 

“No!” Both Hamilton and Edwards both bark, thier voices made clear that it is done. 

Hamilton rushes forward, tears with relief already springing to his eyes. He yanks the pistol away from Laurens’s hand and slams it back in place before forcefully dragging Laurens back towards the woods. 

Laurens opens his mouth to protest but is cut off short when he feel something agaisnt his cheek. A sharp noise could be heard like a crack when a branch is being snapped in half. Laurens’s head swivers to the side. He stares at the white blanket of snow before them, blinking with surprise and shock before cradling his cheek and gaping at Hamilton. 

“Never do that again!” Hamilton bellows, a hand on his hip as he jabs a finger at Laurens, pure anger in his eyes.

Laurens couldn’t help but chuckle as he puts both hands up, trying to calm Hamilton as he paces back and forth. 

“Hamilton--” 

“No! I don’t  want to hear it! You’re never going to challenge anyone to a duel ever again!” Hamilton cries. “Ever!” A pause. “Under no circumstances!” 

“Alex--” 

“No! You’re coming with me, sir!” Hamilton hisses, grabbing Laurens’s elbow and dragging him back towards headquarters. “Nearly gave me a goddamned heart-attack. What the hell were you thinking?! Wanting another round of fire?! One shot should be good enough and make full of your satisfactory considering where General Lee had been hit! My God, Laurens! You’re going to be the death of me! You and your brash recklessness! I fucking swear.” 

Laurens just chuckles, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head as he lets Hamilton drag him back to headquarters. 

Sometimes, Laurens wonders just how he managed to end up with a man like Hamilton. 

[tieflingboi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan Characters: Thomas Jefferson Additional Tags: Polyhamilsquad, Polyamory, Non-Sexual Age Play, CGLRE, Age Regression, therapeutic age regression, little alex!, little! thomas, Modern AU, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, oh jeeze i tried, no editing we die like men, its small and probably bad, i had to go back and read so much cus i could hardly remember what i've estabblished in this au, idek, also john is mentioned but he doesn't feature in this Series: Part 10 of CGLRE-Hamilton Summary:

The Library was the last straw. ALexnader swore to himself he wouldn't let himself be little.

[amuseoffyre]

There’s a 45 protest in my city tomorrow and I’m potentially going if anxiety brain behaves. And so I want to make a banner. Am considering one of these two quotes from Alexnader Hamilton:

I leave others to determine, whether you are most defective in memory or honesty.

you are either a mortal foe to truth, or totally ignorant of the matter you undertake. 

They feel a bit hefty, though. Maybe something smaller. Or a Randy Rainbow quote. Hmm.

[grigsby]

Hey!

LIFE STORY:Opening Credits: Take Back Your Mink (Guys and Dolls)Waking Up: One of Us (Mama Mia)First Day At School: Finale (Ain’t Misbehavin)Falling In Love: The Joint is Jumpin’ (Ain’t Misbehavin)Fight Song: Alexnader Hamilton (Hamilton)Breaking Up: Seasons of Love (Rent)Life’s OK: Voulez-Vous (Mama Mia)Getting Back Together: Joanne (A Chorus Line)Wedding: Fit As A Fiddle (Singing in the Rain)Birth of Child: The Sound of Music (The Sound of music)Final Battle: Dacing Queen (Mama Mia)Death Scene: The Rain in Spain (My Fair Lady)Funeral Song: I’m Not The Only One (Postmodern Jukebox’s version).End Credits: Walking on Sunshine (Katrina and The Waves)

leave a “hey” in my ask box and I’ll put my iPod on shuffle and tell you your life soundtrack.

I’m sorry that you didn’t get anything hip or modern or cool. Just my old dad music.

[cynthiaandsamus]

(Based on parody lyrics for both the original “Alexnader Hamilton” song and the “Alexander Anderson lyrics from Hellsing Ultimate Abridged)

Ridley: How does a bitch-ass, orphan, soldier of lore and a human, dropped in the middle of forgotten space on Planet Zebes by Chozo impotent,without a funder, grow up to be a deadly bounty hunter?

 Ian: The Nintendo icon dame without a Wii U game, got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter By being a self-starter. By fourteen she was in charge of a power suit.

 Kreatz: And every day while pirates were raiding planets and people were blown away, across all of space she struggled and kept her guard up. Inside she knew there was something bigger to be a part of. The girl used farm and mine with her father.

 Mauk: Then the Space Pirates came and devastation reigned. Our girl saw her happy life drip, dripping down the drain. Put her fist to the ground, sparked across her brain, and fought her first battles, the beginning of her pain.

 Ridley: Well the word got around, they said “This kid is insane, man” took up a collection just to send her to the Federation. “Get all your trainin’, don’t forget from whence you came. And the world is gonna know your name!” What’s your name lady!?

 Samus: Ms. Samus Aran. My name is Ms. Samus Aran. And there’s a lot of wrong things I’ve done. But just you wait, just you wait!

 Cynthia: And that was how she became a soldier, grew a little older. Paired her with every commander they could find but nothing seemed to stick

 All: Equipped her with Super Missiles and now her moves are sick.

 Adam: The death of her comrades was something she could not abide. Left her with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside, voice saying “Samus you gotta fend yourself” She started retreatin’, decidin’ to work for herself.

 Ridley: There would have been nothin’ left to do for someone less astute. She woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution. Started fightin’, workin’ for her accord, tradin’ jobs and money going on just her word. Scanning for every missile she can get her hands on. Plannin’ for the future see her now as she stands on the top of her ship headed back for her home land. Planet Zebes is no place for a human!

 All: Planet Zebes is no place for a human…

 Samus: Just you wait…

 All: Planet Zebes is no place for a human…

 Samus: Just you wait…

 All: Planet Zebes is no place for a human…

 Samus: Just you wait…

 All: Planet Zebes is no place for a human…

 Samus: JUST YOU WAAAAIT!!!

 All: Ms. Samus Aran, we’ll be seeing your wings land soon. You could never back down, you’re gonna make this your best time! Oh Ms. Samus Aran, with Planet Zebes out for you. Will they know that you’re a dame? Will you finally get your own game? The world will never be the same, oh.

 Ridley: Her ship is touching down now, see if you can spot her.

 All: Just you wait

 Ridley: Another hunter coming down for the slaughter.

 All: Just You wait

 Samus: Her enemies don’t know what they’re in for.

 Kreatz & Mulk: We fought with her.

 Ian: Me, I died for her.

 Adam: Me, I trusted her.

 Cynthia: Me, I loved her.

 Ridley: And me, I’m the space dragon that fought her.

 All: There’s a lot of wrong things you’ve done. But just you wait!

 Adam: What’s your name lady!?

 All: Ms. Samus Aran!

[ask-john-laruens]

John was at Alexnader's house, they were both sitting on the couch, cuddling.

(@ask-chubby-hamilton)

[hamitome--imagines]

Washington by Your Side

* George Washington × Reader * Hamiltime * Requested by anonymous * Request: I’ve never requested an GW fic. Maybe one where you’re visiting during the war and everyone else is tripping because the didn’t know he had a wife.

A/N: so I was happy with this at one point. Now I’m not so sure. But here it is anyway, my first George Washington imagine! I hope it’s acceptable. So enjoy!

Word Count: 2,553

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You placed your husband’s latest letter on your desk and scrambled to find a bag and pack some clothes. It was the winter months in the first year of the war. Fighting was at a standstill and George had written, asking you to visit his camp. He was the general so you assumed he could do this if he really wanted to. No one was going to tell him otherwise.

You packed rather light, a trait you’d picked up from being married to a military officer. You sent for George’s brother to come and oversee Mount Vernon until you returned. When he arrived, you set off. It took three days after stopping for the nights. You reached the encampment and got down from your horse.

“Can I help you Miss?” A young soldier asked as he approached you. He had curls bound back in a ponytail as well as freckles across his cheeks.

“I’m here to see George.” You said trying to walk around him.

“The General?” He asked, stepping in front of you and, once more, blocking your way.

“Yes. General Washington. Now please, let me pass.” You pleaded, your path still blocked by him. You kept trying to walk around him and he kept blocking the way. You were slowly but surely going deeper into the camp.

“Miss, this is a war camp. It’s not exactly safe.” He warned.

You glared at him. “I am well aware this is a war camp. Where else would the general be? Now, I’d like to see him so let me pass.”

“How about I go get him for you? I can inform him that you’re here and he can meet you off the camp grounds.” He offered.

This was getting old. “That won’t be necessary. I can find him just fine.” You snapped. Why won’t this soldier just give in? A good trait in a soldier sure, but rather annoying right now.

“I’m sure you can. I’m just saying that it’d be in your best interest if you had assistance.” He tried.

“My best interest?! I’m not some helpless damsel in distress!” You shouted, losing your temper. “Now, I’m going to find General Washington on my own!” You said, drawing yourself to your full hight and acting with an air of authority you’d seen your husband use countless times. — “Hamilton, can you write to Congress for assistance? We need some and I feel they are actively trying to ignore us.” George asked his aide-de-camp. He was reading letters from generals across the colonies. It was only the first year of the war but things were already bleak.

“Right away, Sir.” Alexander said with a nod. Before he could leave there was a commotion from outside the tent.

“What now?” George grumbled. It was winter and the men had been on camp too long. They tended to get aggravated easily and start pointless fights. George pushed up from his desk and walked out. What he saw did and didn’t surprise him.

What surprised him is that you were already here, so shortly after him writing. What didn’t surprise him was that you were currently arguing with Laurens. Laurens must have treated you the same as any other women, but you were always more than other women. “Y/N?” George asked.

You looked around the soldier and smiled. Your husband stood there. Tall and wearing a blue coat. He had his hat on his head. He was a picture perfect general. “George!” You pushed past the solider and ran up to your husband. You threw your arms around his neck as his came around your waist. You clung to him, missing him these past months.

“How did you get here so quickly?” He asked quietly, still holding you.

“I left as soon as I got your letter.” You told him, not releasing him either. You heard and felt him chuckle. He pulled away slightly and kissed the top of your head. He pulled back and merely smiled at you. He glanced up and suddenly his smile melted into a look of annoyance.

“Don’t you men have anything better to be doing?” He barked at the camp full of soldiers who had stopped to look at the display. You laughed as all the soldiers nervously and quickly turned away. All but three that is. “Yes men?” Your husband asked the three that were still standing there.

“Sir, you’re married?” The shortest of the group asked. You merely laughed.

“Yes Hamilton.” He said, almost a sigh. The name sounded familiar then it clicked. George mentioned him in letters. His right hand man.

“Oh so you’re the Alexander Hamilton my husband talks about.” You said. “It’s a pleasure.”

He blinked at you, seeming shocked. “He actually talks about me?”

“Yes…” You trailed off a little confused. He must not see himself as skilled as he really is.

“I’m sorry Sir,” this time it was the soldier from earlier. “It’s just, you’ve never mentioned a wife before.”

“It’s never been important information before, Laurens.” Another name you recognized. He was the son of a prominent plantation owner. George had mentioned that if he had more experience fighting then he’d be a great general.

“I need to apologize.” Laurens told you. “I had no idea.”

“You’re forgiven. You were doing what you thought was best.” You paused. “It wasn’t what was best, but that’s what you thought.” Again you made George chuckle.

“Monsieur Washington said you name was Y/N, non?” The last man asked happily.

“That’s correct. You must be Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette.” You rattled off. Another man that George spoke highly of. He was helping our cause even though it was slightly illegal for him to do so.

“Oui. But Lafayette will work just fine Mademoiselle.” He said.

Suddenly Alexander spoke up again. “Oh! Now I understand!”

Everyone turned to look at him. “What do you understand mon amie?” Lafayette asked him.

“Well I’m in charge of writing letters for General Washington.” He turned to look at George. “Still, he’s often writing letters of his own. Whenever I ask who he’s writing to he just says ‘Back to work Hamilton.’” He said the last part in a imitation of your husband which made you burst out laughing.

“Remember who gave you your position Hamilton.” He warned lightly. You knew George well enough. He would never deny his men the chance to have a good laugh, especially during the long winters. Hamilton was in no danger of losing his position. George led you back to his tent. As soon as you were inside he turned and pressed his lips to yours, a long, heated, and passionate kiss. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered as he pulled away.

“And I’ve missed you.” He held you close, and you held him. — You dismounted from your horse. It was your third year if visiting George at his camp. Laurens was waiting for you. “He to see the General?” He asked teasingly.

“Of course.” You replied with a smile. All the soldiers were good men. As you walked through the camp there were still whispers. New recruits would stare as you passed. However, it was never as bad as that first year.

“Here you are Y/N.” Laurens said with a flourish toward George’s tent. It was halfway through your second summer that you got them to stop calling you Mrs. Washington.

“Thank you Laurens.” You stepped inside and cleared your throat. George looked up from the papers on his desk and smiled. You went to him and he came to you, and you met in the middle of his tent. As usual he just held you close for a minute or two before kissing you soundly.

It was few days later that he was discussing strategy with Hamilton, Laurens, and Lafayette. Fighting may be halted but the war wasn’t over. They were crowded around his desk, they even made room for you so you could listen in and give input if you wanted.

The men jumped slightly, George’s head snapped up, and you recoiled as a gun shot sounded. Close. Shouts came from outside the tent.

“The British!”

“We’re under attack!”

“An ambush!”

George sprang into action. He grabbed his musket. “Lafayette, you’re with me. Hamilton and Laurens, get Y/N out of here and to safety.”

“Wait George!” You grabbed his sleeve. He turned and wrapped an arm around you. He kissed you soundly. He pulled away far too quickly.

“Get out and get safe. Now.” He urged you. He sped from the tent, Lafayette right behind him with his rifle.

“Come on Y/N.” Alexander urged. He and Laurens had their guns as well. You followed Alexander from the tent and Laurens was behind you. You jumped slightly at the sound of every gunshot. You knew George was in the front. That was how he was. He wouldn’t let his men take bullets for him.

Eventually you made it a good distance from the camp. You could still hear the shots. “Alright, where to?” Laurens asked.

“Into town.” Alexander answered. “We ditch our coats and stash our guns somewhere. We don’t look like soldiers, and if we were we wouldn’t be with a women. No offense.” He tacked on the end.

“None taken.” You grumbled. It wasn’t Alexander’s fault. It was just the way the world was. So the men took off their jackets and, after you folded them neatly, fit them in a backpack that Laurens had thought to grab. John checked the bag and found enough money to get a room at the inn. They actually found a place among the trees to put their guns. Hopefully no one would see them and take them. With that, you all started to town. Finally you made it to town and to the room. That was when you broke down.

You sat down on one of the beds and cried. You were worried. You worried about George everyday he was fighting, but this was different. You had heard the gunshots and the yelling. You watched as your husband ran right toward the danger.

Alexander and John shifted awkwardly, not knowing whether or not to comfort you. They eventually got you to lay down and you wore yourself out. You fell asleep. — George breathed a sigh of relief as the British forces retreated. They defended the camp, a miracle as it was an ambush. Many were wounded and George knew he should stay but he also knew you were worried. Lafayette placed a hand on his shoulder. “Go ahead monsieur. I shall watch the camp.” George gave him a smile and departed quickly.

He knew to go to town but not where in town. He grumbled as he ventured into town. He was stopping at every inn and knocking on the door of every person who he knew supported the cause. “Have you seen two men pass through here? One was shorter. Both would have hair in a ponytail, only one man would have curly hair. They’d be accompanied by a women.” He would ask everyone who owned a place they may have stopped.

“Actually, yes Sir, I have. They came through almost a day ago. I don’t believe they’ve left.” A man finally informed him.

“What room?” — You sat up-right in bed quickly as a pounding started. The boys had abandoned their guns but each still had a knife in hand. And they were both welding theirs. Laurens cautiously and slowly turned the door knob. He flung the door open poised and ready to attack the person but it was just George. He looked weak and tired. However, after his eyes landed on you a smile slid onto his face.

He rushed forward and wrapped you up in a hug. He pulled away and kissed you fiercely. You kissed back, equally passionate. Eventually he pulled back and scanned you up and down, as if checking to make sure you were alright. He turned back to Hamilton and Laurens who were merely standing there awkwardly. “Good work, men. You had the most important job today and you executed it perfectly.” He told his soldiers who smiled at the praise. He turned back to you. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I was just worried about you. I’m fine.” You reassured him. He pulled you close once more and ran a hand up and down your back. He kissed the top of your head and pulled away.

“Hamilton, Laurens. You men are free to go. I can escort Y/N back to the camp.” He addressed his men.

“You sure Sir?” Alexander asked. “We can-”

“We’ll be on our way Sir.” Laurens quickly interrupted and pulled his friend from the room.

“Now what was that about?” You asked teasingly. George said nothing only attached his lips to yours once more. He pulled back after a moment and ran his fingers through your hair and shrugged slightly.

“I figured you’d enjoy a bed for another night and not a camp cot.” He said. And you did enjoy, especially since you shared it with him. The two of you together, glad that you were both reunited after the ambush. — You stood at George’s side as you watched the British boats depart. He had an arm wrapped around your waist and held you close to his side. “You won.” You told him with a smile.

He kissed the top of your head. “We won.” He said in response. “We as a nation and we as you and me. You supported me through all this and I can’t thank you enough.” Another kiss to the top of your head.

Months later, George read a letter then sighed and dropped it to his desk. You were back at Mount Vernon, together once more. “What’s wrong?” You asked him. You came up behind him and slid your hands over his shoulder and down his torso, you linked them over his chest. One hand came up to grab yours.

“They are asking me to lead.” He sighed. “I don’t want to leave you again. I would be so busy all the time.” You leaned down a bit further to press a kiss to his cheek. George reached back and tugged you around to stand in front of him. He then pulled you down so you sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you waist. “I really don’t want to leave you again. I’d be in New York more than here. I’d be away from you.”

“George, you don’t need to leave me. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” You reassured him. “If you need to be in New York, I’ll be in New York. If you’re here, I will be. If you need to work, I’ll let you. George, you are the best person for this job. You can’t turn it down. I supported you before, I will again.” You leaned down to kiss him softly.

You pulled away and he smiled at you. “How did I get so lucky?” He asked.

“Because you’ve always cared about me and protected me. And because you love me.” You kissed him once more.

“That is true. I do love you. Very much.” He said once he pulled away.

“And I love you too.”

[desperatepenguin722]

Rewind (Part Three)

Pairing: Lin x Reader

A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who gave positive feedback and commented and reblogged and liked the first two parts, it means so much to me.On that note, hope y’all enjoy! Oh! And I’ve decided to make this four parts, just to torture y’all a little more. No I’m kidding, but it will stretch out to another part, that will be posted soon. 

How much would it alter our present?

How much would it?

You looked back up at Lin and crossed your arms over your chest. “Okay, shoot. How do you think it would effect us?”

He took a deep breath, undoing his hair and putting it back up again, he always did that when he was nervous. “Okay, the Reynolds Affair may never happen if we warn him, if he takes the break. But, that debt plan he was working so hard on? Gone. Our entire country’s financial sysytem could be flipped around if Hamilton had given Thomas Jefferson and James Madison any leeway.” He took a breath.

You nodded, fine, that made a decent amount of sense. But what about-

As if reading your thoughts he continued. “As far as us warning him about George Eaker and Phillip, as terrible as this sounds, it needed to happen. If Alexander and Eliza hadn’t moved uptown, we all know who would’ve ran for president. And we all know who would’ve won that. it would’ve been Ale-”

“Lin, I get it. Hamilton as Pres. Continue with your theory.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Right uh, okay so Aaron Burr absolutely despises him. Hates his guts, he would hate him even more if Hailton won yet again, another thing over him. He might be so mad that,” he paused, carefully choosing his next words, which he often did in interviews when he was talking fast and wanted whatever he was going to say next to actually make sense, “We could have our first assasinated president alot sooner than 1865.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you saying- you think Burr would go that far?” It wasn’t unfathomable, considering how petty Aaron Burr could be. But, to plan an assasination?

He nodded. “Think about it (Y/N), he went far enough to duel him- in office as Vice President. What do you think would happen if Thomas Jefferson was VP? If Burr had no higher position? He’d have a hell of a lot less to lose.”

You nodded, of course. That made complete sense, especially if Hamilton hadn’t been humbled by his son’s death, he would’ve been more opinionated and public than ever before. You motioned to the stage around you. “Plus, our production wouldn’t even exist, I mean, you got inspired for this because of a book on the duel between Burr and Hamilton right?”

He nodded, hair once again falling in front of his eyes. Your hand itched to step forward and tuck those distracting things back into the ponytail that was slowly coming undone. Itched to run through his hair, fingers gently untangling all of the knots that had no doubt formed from his nervous need to constantly mess with it. It was probably soft though, probably felt-

Dammit, stay focused. You scolded yourself.

“Okay,” you slowly took it all in, “So it’s a no-go on telling him anything. But then, how do we explain what this is? What we’re doing?” You planted a hand on your hip, nervously rubbing your lips on your knuckles.

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked to the curtain, where on the other side Alexander stood, probably confused and distressed. “That, I don’t know. But,” he clapped, suddenly putting on a huge grin, “Guess we’ll figure it out!” Genuine enthusiasm lined his words, which made you even more nervous.

Surely he wouldn’t just go out there without a plan, right? 

Lin grabbed your hand and began pulling you back to Alexander.

Wrong.

“Lin we can’t just-” You hissed before being cut off by a terse “Shh!”

Did he just shh you? if we weren’t in this peculiar of a situation, he’d be dead. 

 When you finally emerged from your hiding spot backstage, you saw Alexander in no distress or dissarray, but calmly sat cross-legged in front of Lin’s open laptop. Lin really did bear a shocking resemblence to the founding father.

“Fascinating.” He mumbled, simply staring at the closed laptop. Wait until Lin turns it on, you mused.

He began speaking as you both got within ten feet of him. “I must be dreaming. Lack of sleep will cause such vivid images you know. Well of course you know, you’re of my own creation.” he chuckled.

You cocked a brow at Lin who in return mouthed, ‘Just go with it’. 

“Of course we are!” Lin grandly stated, sitting down across from Alexander, a huge smile on his face. “This stage, this theatre, is your mind.” he beamed. You shook your head, nearly facepalming. There was no way he was gonna believe this.

“Of course it is my figment, what did you call yourself? Lin?” He grinned.

Lin nodded excitedly, looking over at you with a smug grin. “And that’s-”

“I remember her name, (Y/N). I could never forget a face nor name so sweet upon my tongue.” 

You felt your cheeks heat once again and dropped your gaze to the floor, if anything to get away from his beautifully piercing eyes. “You’re too kind sir.” You smiled, looking back up at Lin who’s eyes sparkled with pride. You couldn’t not use one of Lin’s lines from the play. it wouldn’t have been cheesey enough and hell, it was probably the only time you’d ever be able to use them in a real conversation, you were going to take advantage of it.

Lin cleared his throat as you took a seat next to him, trying not to pay attention as your knee brushed against his. “So, Alexander, you’re probably wondering what this is.” He motioned to the laptop. 

Alexander nodded. Lin opened the laptop towards Alexander, peering over it and tapping the power button. You had never seen such a look of amazement and wonder than the look Alex wore as the computer screen lit up.

“Astonishing.” he breathed, examing the screen. A small smile formed on your lips, he looked pretty adorable and even younger than 27.

“It’s called a computer, it’s where I write and plan and basically, well, my whole life’s on here.” He looked lovingly upon the object. You did all you could to not roll your eyes. Before the conversation took a turn for the boring, you decided to satisfy your curiosity and ask him a question.

“Mr.Hamilton,” His eyes darted back to you and his mouth stretched into a smile, those damn eyes, “What do you want to do after you return home to New York?”

He beamed. “Well, as you already know, since you are from my own mind of course, I intend of being a good example for my son. Building a new nation, a better one to grow up in than I had. Perhaps go and finish up my studies at college then go into law. I do intend on leaving my mark on this nation, whether it be building it or creating something so that what I do will never be forgotten.” A dreamy look had formed in his eyes, not much different than the look Lin wore when he was watching a rehearsal going flawlessly.

“A legacy is important, but please remember that the mark you make will never go away. It may fade and be forgotten, but it will stain whatever it touches forever. Be cautious Mr.Hamilton, try living in the moment.” You offered.  

To say he looked startled would’ve been an understatement. You instantly worried that you had crossed a boudry, that you had somehow sent the man into an irritated state. It was your turn to be startled when Alexnader started chuckling. You looked over at Lin who looked back with a look that said, “Did we just break him?”

“My! What powerful words coming from a woman of your stature! An actress you said?” 

Tension left as you nodded. 

“Well, I’d love to see you perform sometime, if only to hear more beautiful words coming from an even more breathtaking pair of lips.” He grinned.

Your heart nearly beat out of your chest. Damn it.

This boy’s got me helpless.

[alexanderburrsir]

and here I am, October 1, waiting to see all the slutty founding fathers for Halloween this year.

[theahasociety]

Article: The New American System

Jim Manzi in the magazine Foreign Affairs discusses the need for an "updated version of the American System." The article includes a historic overview of the American school tradition of government and innovation with roots in Alexander Hamilton's economic programs: 

...[S]ignificant government overlays have always existed to reinforce our free economy. Indeed, the federal government has been active in shaping specific kinds of innovation since the first months of the republic, when Alexander Hamilton published his epochal 1791 Report on Manufactures. The Report proposed subsidies and protections for developing manufacturing industries — the high-tech sector of its day — to be paid for by tariffs.

The debate about these recommendations was strikingly modern. Hamilton shared in the reigning American consensus in favor of free markets, but advocated for an exception in the case of manufacturing. His case was rooted in sophisticated externality arguments. Manufacturing, he argued, would allow for a far more efficient division of labor and better matching of talents and capacities to occupations, would create an additional market for agricultural products, and would encourage immigration to further extend each of these benefits. All of this would be immensely useful to the new nation, and it was only sensible for the government to actively encourage it. The opponents of Hamilton's plan emphasized the public-choice problems with subsidizing specific sectors and businesses, especially the potential for corruption and sectional favoritism. Broadly speaking, the tariffs were implemented, but not the subsidies. In fact, the tariffs quickly became much higher than those Hamilton had proposed, as political constituencies grew up around them.

Despite his suggestions being only partially implemented, Hamilton's basic insight — that the enormous economic value that innovative industries could offer the nation merited public efforts to enable their success — has always had strong adherents in national politics. In the decades leading up to the Civil War, for instance, the federal government intervened strategically in markets to spur innovation, immediately and frequently exercised its constitutionally enumerated power to grant patents, and even encouraged and protected Americans who stole industrial secrets from Britain — at the time the world leader in manufacturing technology.

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