#eliza scuyler hamilton

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random scenes for the celebration of hamilton!

i know it aint historically accurate but its beautiful and i love it

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I'm Not Crazy

Request: Could you write something about Peggy dying young (I think she died at like 42?) and then reincarnating as Maria, and Eliza is trying to mourn the loss of Peggy and then Maria comes out of nowhere and looks just like Peggy. And Eliza tries to mourn Peggy with the help of Maria?

Okay, so this took me a lot longer to start than it should have, and I’m sorry for that, and I changed the prompt to fit a proper storyline. But I like how it came out, even though it’s short.

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“Daddy why are you crying?”

Philip Schuyler whipped around, angrily wiping at the tears on his face. He kneeled down beside his young daughters. “Angie, Eliza, there was an accident.” He pressed his daughters close to his chest. “Peggy didn’t make it, babies. Peggy died and she’s with the angels now.”

“When is she coming home?” Eliza whimpered. She had turned three last month and was looking forward to her baby sister’s birthday today. Peggy was two now.

The tears slid down the general’s face. “She’s not, baby doll. She’s not coming home. She’s staying with the angels.” He wrapped his arms around the girls once more. “I love you girls so much, you know that, right?”

“Daddy?”

Philip looked at Angelica, her eyes were rimmed red. “What Angie?”

“Did the car kill her?”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Look! Look daddy! Look at Peggy!”

Philip turned around to see his youngest daughter running at the road, chasing a ball.

“Peggy! Stop!”

The car never saw her coming.

“Yeah baby,” he said, his voice cracking. “The car killed her. And that’s why you never, ever, ever go in the road without mommy and daddy, okay?”

“Okay daddy.”

Eliza continued to ask when Peggy was coming home.

Eliza had never come to terms with her sister’s death.

“Angelica, I know I saw her.”

Every year since she was seven, she would insist on seeing their sister- at the mall, the park- always on Peggy’s birthday. She would start sobbing when Angelica had to break it to her again and again.

“It’s not Peggy, sweetheart. You know that.”

“I know what I see Angelica! I see her!”

And here they were again- September 24- and the girl was laughing with friends as she walked through the mall. Her curly hair was bouncing around her shoulders, and she was wearing a red and yellow print dress. Peggy’s favorite color was yellow. Peggy had curly hair. It had to be her.

Eliza looked at Angelica, standing in line in the food court. Angelica’s eyes were scanning the menu, paying no attention to her sister next to her. Eliza had started bouncing in her spot behind Angelica. Her eyes followed the curvy girl through the food court.

“Angelica,” she whispered, nudging her sister in the side. “Angelica, there she is. Look.” Angelica didn’t move her eyes from the menu. “Angie!” Tears began welling in her eyes. This is always what happened. She’d always look too late. “Angie look please.” The girl was fast fading from view and Angelica was too busy ordering her food to pay attention.

Eliza jumped over the stanchions that marked the line and began to jog across the food court to catch up with the girl. She stumbled in the heels she was wearing but she found the girl disappearing into a Forever 21.

Eliza took post, sitting on a bench outside Forever 21, waiting for the girl to reemerge. Her phone rang in her pocket and she rolled her eyes. It took Angelica long enough to notice she was gone. She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Elizabeth Schuyler where did you disappear to?”

“Why does it matter? You were too busy ordering food to listen to me. You’re always too busy to listen to me, Ange. And I’m done with people thinking I’m crazy for seeing Peggy. I know it’s her and I’m gonna wait for her and talk to her. And I’ll do it myself since you don’t believe me.” She hung up the phone and shoved it in her back pocket, putting it on silent.

She sat outside the store, waiting. After what seemed like forever, but was only twenty-six minutes, Angelica came and sat beside her. “I got you a burger,” she said, holding it out. “I’m sorry for not listening.”

“You never listen Ange. I’m not crazy, and I’m not imaging her.”

“Honey, she died a long time ago. You’re nineteen, Elizabeth. Peggy died sixteen years ago. It’s time to accept things. You don’t even know how she would look if she was still alive, so why do you think this girl is her?”

“It has to be…” she said, her voice breaking. “I know what she would look like Angelica. I’ve been seeing this girl since I was seven. It has to be her, she looked just like Peggy twelve years ago, and she looks like Peggy now.” She batted at a tear on her cheek. “Just leave.”

“Eliza,” she started.

“Leave. I don’t want you here.” Her voice was low, deadly. Venom spit with every word she said.

Angelica stood up and grabbed her purse. “I’m leaving the food here. I already ate, so this is all yours. I’ll be shopping. Call me when you’re ready to go home.” She kissed Eliza on the cheek. “I love you.”

Eliza was sick of being considered crazy by everybody. She had gone through therapy. She had gone from psychiatrist to psychiatrist and they had all diagnosed her with different things, but she knew there was nothing wrong with her. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t imagining things. There was a girl out there, and she looked just like Peggy. She had to be Peggy.

How long does it take a group of girls to shop in one store? Eliza had been sitting on the bench for the better part of fifty minutes, but she was still waiting. She had to talk to the girl.

Eliza remembered the first time she had heard anything specific pertaining to Peggy’s death. Of course, she had the vague memory of Peggy running in front of a car- a red one- and the screech of tires. She remembers hearing the man pleading for forgiveness. I never saw her. She remembers walking in on her father crying in his study.

They had to tell her that Peggy died in the hospital. She suffered the whole way there, she died on the way to the OR. They hadn’t even put her under anesthesia yet. She died on a gurney, alone, blood filling in her lungs.

She was nine when she started asking for specifics. But she still didn’t believe Peggy had died. After all, she saw her, every September 24.

The girl finally walked from the store, the girls flanking her sides were no longer there. She carried a bag in her hands and she was walking directly towards Eliza. Eliza stood up and grabbed the bag of food Angelica had left her.

“Peggy,” she called, waving. “Peggy!”

The girl- Peggy- continued on her way past Eliza. Eliza reached out and grabbed the girl’s arm.

“Peggy?”

The girl jumped in surprise as delicate fingers wrapped around her arm. “I’m sorry?”

“Peggy?”

The girl shook her head. “No, my name is Maria. I don’t know anyone named Peggy. I’m sorry but I’m not who you’re looking for.”

Eliza shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “You have to be.”

Maria pulled Eliza’s hand from her arm and led her to the bench beside them. “My name is Maria Lewis. I’m not Peggy.”

Eliza put her head in her hands and pushed her hair back. “They were all right,” she sobbed. “I’m crazy. I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

Maria tossed her bag on the floor and set a hand on Eliza’s back. “You’re not crazy. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Uh, no. I don’t want to take up your day.” Eliza swiped at a tear on her face.

“I don’t have anything else planned until later tonight. I can talk. Or listen.”

“My sister, Peggy. She died sixteen years ago, and I’ve been crazily thinking you were her all along. You look exactly like she would look today. I’ve seen you every year, September 24 and every year I held onto the fact that my little sister was still alive. It would have been her birthday today.”

“It’s my birthday,” Maria whispered. “I’m sixteen.”

“Peggy would have been eighteen. She loved the color yellow and she always wore her hair half up. She loved wearing dresses while she stomped through the mud with her red rubber boots. I’ve been seeing you at the park or the mall every year on her birthday, and you looked just like her, I just- I just thought that you were her all along.” She sighed dejectedly. “All those psychiatrists were right. I am crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. It’s an honest mistake. How old were you when Peggy… died?”

“I had just turned three.”

“Your mind was trying to rationalize losing your sister. You’re not crazy. You just miss her.” Maria stayed quiet for a moment, her hand running through her hair. “You wanna know something weird? I know you. I know your face. I recognize you and I feel like I know things about you that I shouldn’t. Your favorite color is mint green, isn’t it?”

Eliza looked down at her outfit. It was her favorite color, and yet she wasn’t wearing anything visible that could have given it away. “It is, but-”

“I don’t know how I know, Eliza. But I do.” Eliza had never given this girl- Maria- her name. The girls sat in silence, Eliza mourning the loss of her sister once more. She had been gone this whole time. “How about,” Maria spoke. “You come to my birthday party tonight. We’ll have some drinks and it’ll be fun. Gimme your phone. I’ll put in my number.”

Eliza tentatively set her phone in Maria’s hand after opening the message app. “Just send yourself a message and I’ll save your contact later,” she said, but Maria was already filling out her contact info.

“I’ll send you the details later. I gotta go now though. Will I see you there?”

“Uhm,” Eliza started. “I don’t know. My family usually does something for Peggy’s birthday. Do you mind if I call my sister so she can meet you? She’s thought I was crazy all these years.”

“Yeah. Go ahead. Call her.”

Eliza took her phone from Maria’s hand and dialed Angelica’s number, listening to it ring until she picked up. Eliza had the phone on speaker phone and Angelica’s resigned voice filled the air. “What, Eliza?”

“Angie, I found her. She’s right here. She-”

Eliza, I’m waiting in the car. Right outside Forever 21. Let’s go. We have to go home.“

“But Angelica-”

“You’re nineteen Eliza. It’s time to start facing facts. Peggy is dead. She has been for sixteen years. Now let’s go. It’s time to go home. I’m done indulging in these crazy ideas of yours. It’s time to grow up.”

Eliza’s face fell. “Okay. I’ll be out.” She turned to Maria. “Sorry. I gotta go. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “Don’t worry about your sister. In fact-” She took Eliza’s phone and opened the camera. “I’m gonna take a picture for you.” She pouted her lips and stuck up her middle finger, snapping a photo. Eliza couldn’t help but laugh as she dried the tears welling in her eyes. She winked and stuck her tongue out, middle finger still rigid by her face as she snapped another photo. She snapped a few more, less middle finger, more smile. “Show her some of those. Mainly the ‘fuck you’ ones.”

Eliza laughed. “I will.”

“Text me sometime. I’d love to have a fun new friend,” Maria said as Eliza turned.

“I will,” she said, walking away. She had a slight bounce in her step. She wasn’t crazy. At least, not completely. She hadn’t been imagining the girl all these years and now Angelica would see how wrong she had been. She walked through the outside doors and straight towards her sister’s dark colored car. “You were wrong,” she stated as she climbed in.

“Oh, how’s that?”

Eliza threw her phone in Angelica’s lap. The picture of Maria pouting her lips and flipping the bird was pulled up.

Angelica stared at the picture for a moment. “She was actually real? No, you saved these from the internet.”

Eliza swiped to the side a few times, landing on a picture Maria had insisted Eliza join. “I’m not crazy. It’s not Peggy, but I’m not crazy. I’ve seen her every year since I was seven. You were wrong,” she whispered, grabbing her phone. “You were all wrong. I’m not crazy.”

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Alexander and Eliza Hamilton from Hamilton

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Day one of my self imposed 30ish day Hamilton challenge

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schuyler sisters

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my new hamilton animatic!!!!! Congratulation!!!!

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I always think about this whenever I listen to "Best of Wives and Best of Women."

Dueling is fairly common during this time. It wasn't a concept that no one knew. In fact, it was as common in that time like how going to the movies is as common in the 21st century. Everyone knows the specific etiquette of dueling, pretty much listed in "The Ten Duel Commandments". So what gets me is that Eliza must have known Alexander was going to go to a duel during "Best of Wives and Best of Women", especially when he was writing a something and he said he had a meeting at dawn. Do you think she cared if he went to that duel? He had previous duels, but do you think the thought came into her head that this was a bad idea? Additionally, do you think she blamed herself for not stopping him?

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The Signs as Hamilton Characters

Elizabeth Schuyler

Aaron Burr

Peggy Schuyler

John Laurens

King George

Alexander Hamilton

Maria Reynolds

Hercules Mulligan

Marquis de Lafayette

James Madison

George Washington

Angelica Schuyler

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Mind Candy (1)

Chapter: 1/?

Ship: Marliza

Summary:  Of all the things Maria wasn’t doing, bribing her misbehaving child with candy just to talk to her incredibly attractive teacher was very high on that list. Definitely.

Word Count: 2751

Warnings:  N/A

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It was quite embarrassing, Maria thought, that she was so desperate to see her that she was stood outside her car, hunched over a car seat, face to face with a rather pleased looking five year old sucking impudently on on a lollipop that she had just paid for.

“Now Susie, not a word of this to your friends. Or teacher, for that matter.”  She finished buckling the child into place before shutting the side car door and sliding into the driver’s seat. She sighed, collecting her thoughts before sticking her keys in and starting the car. She reversed out of the parking spot before continuing to head home. She was tired, that was a sure thing. It was difficult being a single mother, especially a single mother with not near enough money, but they were surviving. That, she was quite proud of.

“Mommy?” A small voice from the backseat interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes, darling?” she called back from her seat.

“Why can’t I fly like the birdies outside?” She inquired, looking out the window, her small hands resting on the glass window.

“Well, birdies fly with wings. Do you have wings?” Maria responded, trying to keep the explanation simple without crushing her dreams of flying.

“No.” came the dejected reply. Maria gripped the steering wheel, preparing for tears, or even worse, a full on tantrum. Instead, a chipper babble continued after a moment of tense silence.

“Well, we’re learning about different animals in Miss Schuyler’s class. Did you know a lion goes-” she paused for a moment, removing her lollipop, scrunching up her face and continuing her speech with a loud roar. Maria laughed, her smile staying even after Susie continued talking. “And we learned about penguins that are birds that can’t fly! And they go waddle-waddle-waddle-” she squirmed in the seat, mimicking the bird.

Her animal imitations continued for the rest of the way home, from a loud elephant toot to a shrill bird call. The pair pulled into their parking spot near the apartment, and Maria stepped out, turning the car off. She opened the door to discover Susie, already unbuckled and grinning up at her mother.

“Look Mommy! I can unbuckle by myself!” she exclaimed, gesturing at her seat belt. Maria’s look became concerned,

“I’m proud of you, but you know you have to keep yourself buckled when we’re driving, okay?” Maria lifted the girl out of the car and grabbed her small book bag. She nodded vigorously and took her book bag from her mother, slinging it across her back. She skipped up towards the apartment, leaving Maria searching in her purse for the key. She pulled it out and nearly ran to keep up with her daughter, unlocking the door when she reached it. Susie continued inside, dropping her bookbag at the hat rack and running into her room. Maria shut the door behind her and locked it, hanging her purse where Susie’s bookbag would have gone. She unzipped the backpack and pulled out her folder, bracing for the inevitable.

She sat down at the kitchen table, opening the folder and pulling out Susie’s behavior log. For the past few days, she had been doing okay, but today, Maria was asked to stay and talk with Susie’s teacher. Unsurprisingly, there was also a note written in the loopy handwriting of Susie’s teacher, Miss Schuyler.

To the parents of Susan Reynolds,

Today, your daughter was moved to red towards the very end of the day. She was moved to yellow at snack time, where she refused to clean up her food whenever the class was told to.  She then cleaned it up, but right before the bell rang for dismissal, she refused to pack up to go home. I am writing this note for a paper documentation, as I am planning to talk with you when you arrive to pick her up. Normally, your daughter is a joy to have in the classroom, but especially in the past weeks she has become more an issue. I recommend that you talk to her about following rules, and monitor her home behavior.

Thank you for your time,

Eliza Schuyler

Maria sighed, rubbing her temple. Working late had its downfalls, including a lack of discipline for her child, and this was unfortunately becoming more apparent at school. Maria stood, walking over the the kitchen and pulling out the ingredients to make spaghetti. Of course, Susie getting in trouble had it’s benefits. She got to talk with her teacher, Eliza Schuyler, a young woman with the patience of an goddess and the body of one too, her graceful figure perfect, almost as if it had been carved from stone. Maria blushed at that thought, it was eternally embarrassing that here she was, pining after her child’s schoolteacher like some horny teenager.

But, who wouldn’t? She was gorgeous, her long dark hair always pulled into a messy bun secured with a pencil, her eyes lighting up whenever she laughed, her careful and loving interactions with her students. Maria dumped half a box of spaghetti noodles into the boiling water as the preheated oven dinged. Pulling out the meatballs from the freezer, she poured a few of them into a pan and stuck it in the oven.

As much as she hated to admit it, she was encouraging this behavior. Rewarding Susie with candy whenever she had to talk with her teacher. It was terrible parenting, and if Miss Schuyler knew, she would certainly be disappointed with her. Maria stirred the noodles, looking into the pot as if it were a magical mirror that would answer her questions.

“Susie!” Maria called towards the child’s room, “Dinner will be ready in five minutes!”

“Okay!” came the reply.

Maria strained the noodles before pouring two servings into different bowls. She tossed on some tomato sauce before removing the meatballs from the oven and putting those, now cooked, on top. A sprinkling of cheese finished this, and she walked over to their small dining room table. Susie walked her, dragging a stuffed animal behind her.

“Can Ostick sit with us?” She holds up a plush ostrich that was purchased with her preschool at the zoo. Maria smiled and nodded pulled out the other chair normally reserved for guests. Susie smiled and propped up Ostick in the chair before getting in her own and pulling the bowl close.

She picked up her fork and swirled it in her noodles, popping a way too big mouthful in her mouth, noodles hanging down on her chin. Maria laughed, twirling her own fork in her food and taking a much more controlled bite. She waited for her daughter to swallow her bite before speaking.

“So, how was school?” She asked, looking into Susie’s earnest eyes.

“Well, I told you about the animals, but we’re learning about stories! They have a beginning, middle, and end. Did you know that?” Susie exclaimed, aggressively digging into her bowl with a fork. Maria widened her eyes in mock surprise.

“Wow! A beginning, middle, and an end? That’s so cool!” Susie giggled as she watched her mother over act.

“Yeah Mommy, Miss Schuyler says that we’re gonna write our own stories too!” Susie explained excitedly.

“Show me your story when you’re done, okay?” Maria requested of the girl.

“Okay.” she replied before stuffing another mouthful of spaghetti in her mouth.

“Promise?” Maria asked, holding out her pinky.

“Promise.” Susie replied through a mouthful of spaghetti, linking her finger with her mother. She smiled through her pasta, before continuing to chew it.

Dinner was over soon after, Maria starting a bath for the girl and then returning to wash the dishes. She truly loved her daughter, despite all the difficulties that came with her.

“Mommy!” She called from the bathroom, “The water’s too hot!” Maria sighed, turning off the sink before walking back through the hallway and entering the bathroom. Susie was sat on the side of the tub with her feet dangling in the bath. Maria walked over, adjusting the knobs on the bath so the water became cooler. Susie wiggled her toes in the water before deciding it was a manageable temperature and sliding into the bathtub. She smiled up at her mother before splashing in the water.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Maria asked, scooping up a cup of water and pouring it on her head. She giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as the water streamed down her face.

“Can you wash my hair? I know I’m a big girl normally, but I really don’t wanna tonight.” She asked, running her hands through her short and curly hair. Maria chuckled before squeezing a small amount of shampoo and conditioner on her hand. The smell of artificial strawberries filled the air as she lathered the products through her hair.

“Close your eyes tight, alright? I’m gonna wash it out now.” Maria instructed as she poured the water on her head, watching as the soap made trails of bubbles down her back. Susie squirmed in the bath, causing ripples in the water.

“Alright, you’re clean now. You can stay in here as long as you want, just drain the water when you’re done and dry off. I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?” Maria told her, placing the empty cup on the side of the tub. Susie nodded before pulling her few bath toys from the basket next to the tub.

Maria exited the bathroom, returning to her task of the dishes. She finished, making sure the final dish was left upright in the drying rack before turning to see Susie, clad in only a red towel and stood in the middle of the kitchen. Maria looked down at her.

“Let’s get pajamas, okay?” Maria led the girl out of the kitchen and into her room, opening her drawer and pulling out a soft blue nightgown and some panties, pulling both on the girl and smiling. The blue had the unfortunate hue that reminded Maria of Miss Schuyler and her sharp cheekbones and soft brown eyes- Maria shook her head. She really needed to get a hold on her thoughts.

“Want me to read you a story before you go to bed?” she asked, “Or maybe, if you pick out a book you know, you could read it with me?” Maria walked over to the small bookshelf, running her finger along the spines of the few picture books she owned.

“Hop on Pop!” Susie called, pointing to a green and white Dr. Seuss book. Maria pulled it down from the shelf and walked back over to the bed where Susie was sat. The girl lay back and Maria pulled her covers up to her chin, watching as the girl freed her arms from under them and let out a soft laugh.

“Alright Suz, you ready?” a small noise of affirmation as she opened the book, “Hop on Pop, by Dr. Seuss.”

She and Susie stumbled through the story, and Maria watched in mild amazement as the girl seemed to be reading and comprehending it, if only slightly. She closed the title, smiling contentedly, as the girl close her eyes slowly, clearly tired.

“Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” She kissed her forehead and turned off the light, watching as the nightlight lit up.

“Goodnight Mommy.” she mumbled,  “I love you.” Maria stood, walking out the room. She turned before exiting, quietly whispering,

“I love you too, baby.”

Maria walked out, sitting back down at the dining room table, pulling out her laptop to check her emails. She had to leave early from work to pick up Susie and talk to Miss Schuyler. She sighed and refreshed the page. As expected, there was a irritated but understanding email from her boss, explaining that her pay for that hour had been docked, and that someone else was forced to finish her work, and she was to start on this project the second she had time.

Maria looked at the wall clock, the hands pointing and saying that it was just past eight, and she therefore had plenty of time to work. She pulled up the document attached to the email and began working, seldom checking the clock. Eventually her thoughts wandered back to the very thing that she had been trying to avoid- Eliza Schuyler. She shut her eyes, rubbing her temples, trying to erase the woman from her thoughts. She was tired, very tired, and looking over at the clock again, it was just past midnight. Maria’s shoulder’s slumped and she powered down her laptop, leaving it plugged in to charge overnight.

She went to the bathroom, wiping off her makeup and changing into something more comfy before laying down on her comforter and shutting her eyes. She rolled over and groped at the light, managing to turn it off before flopping back on the mattress, exhausted. She plugged her phone into it’s charger before staring up at the ceiling, collecting her thoughts and reflecting on the day’s events, especially her meeting about Susie’s behavior.

“It’s good to see you again, Ms. Reynolds.” Miss Schuyler had said, walking up to Maria when she entered the classroom. Maria had cringed at the name, and covered it up quickly.

“It’s Lewis. Maria Lewis.” she responded, hold her hand out as to shake. Miss Schuyler had shuffled her papers to her other arm and grabbed her hand, shaking it cordially. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a pastel blue, and her hands were warm and soft. Maria tried not to lose herself in the grip, but this proved difficult until Miss Schuyler awkwardly let go of her hand and asked the next question, prompting Maria back into reality.

“Alright Ms. Lewis. I’m also going to assume you’re here to talk about your daughter’s behavior.” She asked, motioning for Maria to come sit at a very short table towards the back of the room. She sat down in the too small chair as if it was commonplace, and beckoned Maria to join her at the table. Susie had noticed that her mother had arrived, but made no inclination that she planned to leave.

“For the past few weeks,” Miss Schuyler began, setting her stack of papers down, “Susie has been acting out more than normal, refusing to do her work and follow instructions. I’ve been reprimanding her whenever she does it, but it doesn’t seem to be having much effect. Can I ask if her home life is okay?”

Maria had paused, trying to collect her thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Well, I am a single mother that works full time, but she hasn’t been acting out at home. She’s also an only child, so I don’t think it’s an issue with lack of attention. I really don’t see any reason why she would be acting like this. I can talk to her and try and get an answer out of her, though.” Maria explained, blushing, for she new exactly the reason that Susie was acting out, and it was for none of reasons listed.

Susie had been acting out because Maria wanted an excuse to see Miss Schuyler. It was horribly selfish, but so far it had been working.

“Alright Ms. Lewis, just be sure to mention that her behavior like that is unacceptable, and, thankfully, it hasn’t escalated that far, but she could be sent to the principal’s office to explain herself.” Miss Schuyler stood and Maria followed. Susie ran over, hugging her mother’s legs.

“Are you ready to go home, princess?” Maria asked, ruffling her hair.

“Yeah Mommy, let’s go home.” she said, walking over to the cubbies and removing her backpack.

“Thank you for coming in, Ms. Lewis.” Eliza said, shaking Maria’s hand again. Maria blushed.

“It’s Maria. You can call me Maria.” she stammered out, regretting her words immediately. Eliza let out a tinkly laugh and nodded, her eyes sparkling.

“Alright Ms- Maria.” she said, smiling as Susie ran back up after saying goodbye to her friends.

Maria left the classroom holding Susie’s hand and blushing furiously, hoping it wasn’t too obvious to everyone around her.

“Mommy, why are you so red?” Susie asked, tugging on her hand.

Alright then. She was blushing very obviously.

Maria wistfully smiled to herself in the dark, turning on her side and hugging herself. Eliza’s voice flitted through the crevices of her mind, taking root and threatening to never let go. She breathed heavily once more before finally falling asleep, content in her bed.

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Here’s a cute lil transparent Eliza!

(hint: you should click her!)

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Chapter Three

Coping with the germs of an Asshole

Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of updates! I’ve been busy with con and some other things but now I’m back and updates can happen. 

Remember that I also update on AO3

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“Good enough. My name is Thomas, Thomas Jefferson.” He said as he held his hand to Alex to shake it.

Alexander breathed in deeply and closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing Thomas’ hand and giving it one firm shake.

“My name is Alexander Hamilton.”

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 Jefferson pulled his hand away from Alex’s, who quickly pulled out his hand sanitizer and cleaned his hands. “What? I got germs or something?” Thomas sneered, clearly insulted. “Well, u-” Alex began to reply but was quickly cut off by Washington. “If your conversation is so important then why don’t you share it with the rest of the class?” Washington looked at them for a moment before continuing to answer the students' questions.

Alexander never got a chance to respond to Thomas during the rest of class and once the bell rang, Thomas had grabbed his bag from the floor and briskly walked off, a pissed aura around him. Alex sighed and waited for the rest of the students to file out before exiting his class and practically running to his next one.

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The day continued as normal for Alex and once classes ended, he happily walked to the library, finding peace at his personal desk. He had more control there. He sat down in his chair and silently began typing away at his computer as he organized the libraries book collection for the renovation that was going to be done to the library in the summer. He had been working on it for a while and it was finally time for him to finish it.

After the planning was done, he slipped on some gloves and began returning the turned in books to their rightful place, quietly humming as he did so. His hand reached up to place a law book on its shelf but a dark hand reached out and snatched it from him, making him turn quickly to see who the rude person was.

“Just my luck that you would be here-” Jefferson mumbled angrily as he looked at Alex, taking noticed of his latex gloves “and still acting like you’re too good to be touched by others or touching things that people have touched.” His face scowled down at Alexander. “I never got to explain; I have Mysophobia, the fear of germs. Normally I would have never shaken someone's hand unless they literally just washed or disinfected it, or I was wearing gloves.” Alexander huffed, not really irritated since he’s used to explaining his problem. “Uh-huh sure and I have Mythophobia, the fear of lying. Get off your high horse and understand that it’s all in your head, it's not a real disease.” Jefferson looked at Alexander for a moment, who was standing shocked and smirked before fake coughing right in Alex's’ face.

Alexander stood stock still as he felt his heart rate quicken, his body beginning to tremble as Thomas walked away with a chuckle, the law book tucked under his arm.

Alex crumbled to the floor shaking violently as he struggled to breathe. Old memories filling his mind. ~~

‘Mama, wake up! I made us some soup.’ A young Alexander coughed into his arm as he gently shook his mother awake. She rose weakly and smiled at him, her chocolate eyes still sparkling even in her sickly state. ‘Very good mi amor, help mama up and to the table.’ She held out her thin, shaky hand for Alex to grab, which he did and helped her up. She’s been sick longer than him and now needs help moving around.

~

A young and much more sick Alexander is curled against his mother as they both lay in bed, the smell of ailment hung heavy around them.

‘Mama, when will we get better? I don’t like you hurting like this.’ He asked as he shakily brushed a dull strand of his mothers brown hair away from her face. She smiled and rubbed his cheek with her thumb.

‘Soon mi pequeño león, I promise.’ She leaned forward slowly and kissed his clammy forehead with her dry lips.

~

‘Mama, I brought you some more soup.” Alexander set a small bowl of broth on the bedside table, his mother no longer able to get up and go to the table.

‘Ah thank you, hijo.” She moved so she sat up against the head rest and placed the bowl on her lap, eating some of it before having to cover her mouth so she doesn’t throw up.

‘Is the soup making you feel better, Mama?’ he asked warily. They’ve both been sick for so long and his brother hasn’t been around for most of it. He’s been out working hard so the bills get paid.

��Yes hijo, I’m feeling much better. I think tomorrow I can get up and make you real food.’ she smiled and placed the bowl on the bedside table again and patted the spot next to her so Alexander can be there.

They hugged each other and Alexander listened to her slow heartbeat.

‘You’re such a good boy, Alexander. Remember that I love you, Mi pequeño león.” she said before the both fell asleep.

~

‘Mama? It’s time to wake up.’ Alexander shook his mother after coughing violently into the crook of his arm.

She didn’t stir.

‘Mama?’

He felt her cold cheek with his small hand.

‘MAMA!’ He cried out and ran to find his brother before he left for work.

~

He was back at his mother’s side after telling James that something was wrong.

Hands began to try to pull him away as he cried out for his mother.

The last thing he sees before being pulled out of the room is a doctor covering his mother's face with a blanket

~~

Alexander felt tears run down his face as distorted voices surrounded him. He pulled his knees close to his chest and shoved his face into them as he sobbed silently.

“Alex. It’s me, John.” He looked up at the sound of the familiar voice and stared at John through his tear filled eyes. He breathed in shakily and squeezed his leg tightly so he doesn’t cry again. John looked at him sadly for a moment before giving a reassuring smile.

“Let's go home, your boss said you can leave.” John stood slowly and waited for Alex. He sniffed and wiped at his face, trying to calm down as he stood up.

They quickly stopped by Alexander's desk so he can grab his bag and then made their way out the library and to Johns car.

On the way home, they said nothing, Alex stared out the window as he tried to focus on anything but what had happened in there.

He decides to avoid Thomas Jefferson.

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The Guardian

Hey everybody! This is the ‘Eliza dies instead of Philip’ fic that was requested forever ago. (I’m so sorry anon) I hope you all enjoy.

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The sound of metal clashing was grinding in the damp rain. Glass shattered, and screams filled the air. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and his mommy wasn’t moving.

“Daddy!!” Philip screeched. Alexander bolted up in bed, his hair disheveled, head darting around. His arms immediately wrapped around the sobbing Philip sitting up in the bed beside him. The young child threw himself in his father’s arms. “Daddy.” His sobs filled the nighttime air. He hadn’t left his father’s side since the accident.

“Shhh, you’re okay, Philip. I promise I won’t let anything hurt you ever again,” he whispered, brushing his son’s hair with his fingers. The leg of Alexander’s boxers grew damp and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, Philip crying in his arms. “It’s okay buddy. I’ll clean you up like I always do and we’ll cuddle on the couch, okay? Go jump in daddy’s tub and I’ll strip the sheets and be right there.”

Philip padded sleepily to the bathroom, still rubbing his eyes and crying. He had been wetting the bed for the last three weeks, ever since he watched his mother die. He wouldn’t leave Alexander’s side and he hadn’t gone to preschool since the accident.

Alexander pulled the sheets from the bed and carried them to the laundry room. He tossed them on the floor so he could empty the dryer. He tossed the clothes in a hamper and moved the damp clothes in the washer to the dryer. The quiet whirring of the dryer filled the room and Alexander grabbed the sheets from the floor, loading them into the washer. He dumps a detergent cup full into the washer and closes the door, resting his head on the lid. He couldn’t do these middle of the night wake ups anymore.

He cranked the knob on the washer and started walking away before stripping his boxers off and walking back. He opened the lid and tossed them in. Leaving the lid open, he walked through his bedroom and pulled on a clean pair of boxers before grabbing Philip’s clothes from the bathroom floor and dropping them in the washer. He poured a little more detergent in and started the washer.

Alexander was exhausted. Philip had waken him up every night for the last three weeks, each night, screaming him awake with a nightmare, often accompanied by a bed-wetting. He stepped into the bathroom and looked at his son. Philip was sitting naked on the floor, waiting for the tub to fill. Alexander reached over him and turned off the water, lifting Philip into the tub. Bubbles were high in the tub and Philip’s chin dipped beneath the suds. His curly hair was soaking up water and suds creeped up the wavy locks.

“Daddy,” he whimpered. “I want mommy.”

That was all he would ever say. Ever since the accident, he hadn’t said more than ‘daddy’ and ‘I want mommy.’ It broke Alexander’s heart every time he would see his naturally hyperactive child slump in the tub, or half heartedly play with his toys. Even now, Philip’s hands moved through the bubbles, his face neutral, his eyes dull.

“Daddy, I want mommy.”

Alexander reached out and caressed Philip’s cheek. It was something Eliza had always done to Alexander, something he now did to Philip out of comfort, and it had become habitual. “I know baby. Me too.” He sat on a step stool by the tub and ran his fingers through the suds before looking at Philip. “You know how mommy used to bring you to church on Sundays?”

Philip nodded his head and Alexander used suds to start building a soap beard on the child’s face. Philip had loved going to church with Eliza. Now he couldn’t step foot near their usual pew without crying for his mommy.

“Well you know how Jesus loved you and me and mommy so much that he died for us?” Another nod. “Well mommy loved you and me so much that she died for us too. She died to save you from the bad, just like Jesus. Okay?”

“Daddy, I want mommy.”

Alexander had to fight the tears that sprung to his eyes. How do you explain to a three-year-old that his mother wasn’t coming back? “I know buddy. She’ll see us in a really really long time, okay? But now she’s an angel so she can watch over you and me from heaven with Jesus.”

“I want mommy,” Philip whispered, his tiny voice breaking. He had been such an advanced child before the accident. Many people questioned his age because he was so literate, and the accident had regressed all of Eliza’s hard work.

A tear slid from Alexander’s eye. “Me too buddy. I really want your mommy too.” He swiped at the tear on his cheek and pulled the plug from the tub drain. “Come on buddy. Stand up and let me get the soap off you.”

Pip stood up and Alexander pulled the shower head down, turning the water on. He worked the clean water carefully through Philip’s hair, rinsing soap from the thick curls until the water ran clear. Alexander reached and turned off the water while Philip climbed out of the tub. He stood on the floor mat dripping water. Alexander wrapped a fluffy blue towel- Pip’s favorite- around him and swooped him up in his arms.

“I love you Pip. I love you so much.”

“I love you daddy,” Philip whispered into his father’s chest.

Alexander sobbed as he pulled Philip even closer. “Oh Philip. I love you.” This was the first time he had said something different, and it was directed toward Alexander. “Come on buddy,” he said, pawing at a tear. “Let’s go get some clean undies and we’ll go watch a movie, okay? You can pick.” He set Philip down and the little boy shed his towel and ran naked down the hall. Was he slowly returning to the bright eyed boy he was before? Alexander walked to Philip’s bedroom where the little boy was pulling on his underwear. The wrong way. “They’re on backwards.”

Philip’s movements had slowed and were becoming more sluggish. He was reverting back to the depressed Philip. He stripped off the underwear and slowly put them back on, turning them around before he pulled them up all the way. He staggered to Alexander’s room and grabbed his favorite blanket from the floor and his stuffed Winnie the Pooh from the chair in the corner by Eliza’s dresser. He walked to Alexander, his blanket dragging behind him, and stopped in front of Alexander, holding his arms up to him. Alexander picked him up and Philip wrapped his arms around Alexander’s neck, Pooh Bear squished between them.

They walked to the living room where Alexander set Philip down. “Go pick something out, Pip.” Alexander was ready to drop as Philip rustled through movies, finally picking one and setting it in Alexander’s hand. It was a home movie, Alexander could tell by the packaging, but he put it in, hoping it would lull Philip to sleep.

Philip slowly moved to the couch, his blanket still dragging behind him. He curled up in his blanket on the couch, his Pooh Bear in his arms. Alexander grabbed the remote and sat on the couch, pulling Philip onto his lap. The DVD opened up to Eliza on the kitchen floor, a wobbling Philip taking his first shaky steps towards her. Her arms were outstretched and both her and Alexander were cheering on Philip’s every step. His tiny feet slapped the linoleum until he finally fell into Eliza’s arms. Eliza scooped him up and pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his forehead as Alexander walked closer.

Did you see that daddy? She had a bright smile crossing her face as she stared just past the camera at Alexander.

I did! That’s my boy!

The video clipped out and another shaking video entered. It was Christmastime and the tree in the background was decorated with plastic ornaments and unbreakable lights. Philip was reaching for an ornament, arm outstretched as Eliza warned him not to touch them.

Philip, don’t play with the tree. His arm stretched closer as he looked at his mother, baby teeth poking through his gums.

Philip!

His arm reached a little closer, his grin growing wider as his fingers brushed the ornament.

Philip, she warned him once more.

There was a grin on her face. She knew the eleven month child wasn’t going to listen. She crawled on her hands and knees towards him and his eyes grew wide. His baby screech filled the room, followed by Alexander, Run Pip, run!

The baby knocked the ornament to the floor as he swung around and ran towards Alexander, screeching laughter still filling the air as Eliza crawled after him. She grabbed him just as he reached Alexander and set him on the floor, tickling him.

Everybody was laughing.

The clip blacked out over the screen once more. Alexander looked down at Philip who had his thumb in his mouth, his first finger pointing at the screen. “Mommy.”

Alexander pulled him into a hug. “Yeah, baby. That’s your mommy.” There were tears in his eyes. Eliza had always teased him for recording them all the time, but she made sure she recorded him and Philip too.

Little did she know it was one of the few things they would have of her.

They watched the videos as they came until Philip started dozing off in Alexander’s arms. “I love you Daddy. Na-night.”

“Na-night baby. Sleep well,” he whispered, kissing the side of Pip’s forehead. He watched Pip’s eyes flutter shut before he allowed himself to cry. His baby boy was starting to talk to him again. He watched the videos, his wife’s smiling face shining through the darkness. Alexander fell asleep to the sound of laughter, his wife alive and smiling, his son talking.

Alexander woke up the next morning with Philip prying his eyes open with his fingers. “Daddy. Time for work.”

Alexander took the three year old and pushed him backwards on the couch, the child bursting into a fit of giggles. Had talking about Eliza opened up his little boy again? Was that all he needed to flourish? “Hey buddy. Do you wanna go to preschool today?”

“Nope.”

“No? Why not?” Alexander stood up and stretched his arms above his head, prompting Philip to launch himself on Alexander’s back.

“I’m going to work with you. And mommy’s gonna watch over us, right?”

Alexander smiled as he pulled Philip off his back. “Yeah, buddy. Mommy’s always with us, watching over us.” Philip’s feet slapped on the floor as Alexander set him down. “Wanna make some breakfast?”

“I already did!” Philip ran to the kitchen with Alexander trailing behind him and showed Alexander the messy bowls of cereal on the table. “I even gotcha some too daddy!”

This was the Philip Alexander enjoyed. The hyperactive one. If all he needed to break from his slump was knowing that Eliza was watching over them, then he could do that. “Wow buddy! Thanks Pip.” He sat at the table and ate the soggy cereal, smiling at Philip as he shoveled his in his mouth.

Things were starting to return to normal, and Alexander was enjoying the chaos.

Part Two- The Fallen

[reygr]

"If Burr, or which one?”

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-HELPLESSSS Yall it’s been almost two years and I’m still obsessed with Hamilton. (you can get this little gem as a mini print @ storenvy!! for only 5USD ((plus shipping)) YA)

(repost for the day crew) (also because I used the wrong file for the first post RIP)

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Another Shot (or Two)

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by Trash_Town_Mayor

Reincarnation is often looked at as a concept... one that cannot be proven correct, but is believed by many people for the sake of security. The idea of having something next that they can look forward to. Knowing that this won’t be it for them, that they will have a second chance to get everything perfect.

For many, this is just a thought sitting in the back of their mind for the pure reason of comfort. Though, over the past few years this has become a reality for many.

And some aren’t so lucky.

Words: 4021, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, George Washington, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, George Washington/Martha Washington, Elizabeth "Eliza" Scuyler/Alexander Hamilton (past)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Lams - Freeform, this is a mess, so many things, too little time, Sad with a Happy Ending, lord what i'd give to just get this written for me, I planned this entire thing out already, I'm So Horrible, Henry Laurens' A+ Parenting, Gay John Laurens, Historical References, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Hamilcast Aesthetics Pt.1 Pt. 2

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