#george washington x hercules mulligan x gilbert du motier marquis de lafayette

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I'm not saying y'all have daddy issues I'm just implying it a little.

13.1% of Doctor Who fanfics are tagged with Fluff, 11.3% with Angst, 5.3% with both Fluff and Angst, and 6.5% with Hurt/Comfort.

bonus round: top poly ships because i felt like it

Alexander Hamilton/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/John Laurens/Hercules Mulligan (235)

Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler (116)

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[legrandepapillon]

The Not-So-Secret-Santa (pegtha)

Summary: When one has the trademark loudmouths, Thomas Jefferson, Hercules Mulligan, and Alexander Hamilton, in on a game that requires secretiveness… let’s just say, things don’t go as planned. Prompt: Secret Santa Beginning Notes: more christmas gays!

When Angelica Schuyler walked into the coffee shop her group of friends─and little sisters─frequented, she commanded attention. Especially judging from the way a scowl painted her gorgeous features, and her eyes seemed narrowed into thin, angry slits. Now, it may just be James Madison’s imagination playing tricks on him, but the young man is almost a thousand percent sure that the entire─extremely busy, what with it being colder than a well digger’s ass outside─coffee shop goes silent when she enters.

“Angelica!” Eliza says, looking up from where she’d been texting Alexander─who, out of their merry band of friends, was the only one not in attendance─and waving her sister over. “Over here!”

Angelica maneuvers her way through the crowd of people─but not before stopping briefly at the cash register to order a coffee─and joins the group sitting in the back. They’ve somehow managed to crowd themselves into the only booth big enough to fit all twelve of them─and even so, several people have pulled chairs up to the table in order to fit comfortably. Angelica takes a chair from Lafayette─who goes to drape themselves over the laps of Hercules and George─and slams her coffee cup down onto the table.

“Where the hell is Alexander? And Samuel, King and Charles?” she asks with an edge to her voice, noticing the absence of bickering that usually went on between her brother-in-law and his frenemies. None of them were anywhere in sight. “I thought I told you that I need all of you here.”

“Alex got caught up at the station,” Eliza says, pausing to take a sip of coffee. “And those three had to go and meet Charles’ parents for lunch. Sammy just told me to text him whatever you needed to tell us and he’d relay it to the group.”

Sighing at her friends total inability to follow simple instructions, Angelica looks around at the people that were there. Thomas, James and Aaron had all managed to show up─which was a feat in and of itself. For a polyamorous couple, it seemed very rare that anyone managed to catch more than two of them together at a time. There was always one out of the three missing─at work, running errands, out of town.

George was there, as well, which was pretty shocking. He was so busy with being a congressman most of the time that he was hardly ever around─so much so that for the first year of his relationship with Hercules and Lafayette, Angelica had thought it was just those two. She hadn’t even known that George was a part of their romance until she attended a housewarming party for Peggy and accidentally walked in on three of them getting hot and heavy in a closet.

And Peggy. Peggy always seemed to be working at her actual job─she worked at the very cafe that Angelica told them to meet in─or on her youth programs. She─along with John Laurens, who seemed very zoned out on whatever he was doodling on the cafe napkins─was an activist that ran several non-profit charities for youth. Big Brother, Big Sister mentoring guides for LGBTQ+ kids, scholarship programs for inner-city kids and all-girls empowerment summer camp for preteen and teenage girls. The poor woman was so busy with all of these endeavors that it was rare that Angelica and Eliza were able to get together with her, which is why Angelica chose her lunch break during work to meetup with the gang.

“What’s up, Angie? Why’d you need us all here?” Thomas asks, snapping the woman from her reverie. Angelica exhales, looks around at the group one last time before making sure to turn her attention to her sisters.

“Mom and Dad called me last night. They said we won’t be having our annual family Christmas like usual,” she pauses here to gauge her sisters reactions, and is surprised to not find the level of distress that she thought she would. Both girls seem pretty bummed, but not as devastated as she’d expected. “So, I was wondering if the rest of you were busy this Christmas, and if not, if we could plan something for us here. Like a family.”

“Well, my Dad doesn’t want me bringing these two back if I go down to Virginia for Christmas, so I’m pretty freed up,” George says, adding a packet of artificial sweetner to his coffee in an attempt to look bored─though everyone sitting at the booth can tell just how hurt he is at this. “Hercules just has James here and Marie said she can’t go back to France.”

“My grandmother… when I told her I was trans, she uh… she told me that she never wanted to see my face again. However, Adrienne is coming into town. If I celebrate with you all, can she come as well?” Marie asks, leaning her head on the heel of her hand. Angelica waves her hand in dismissal, though she can tell by the way Marie’s eyes light up that she’s made her friend extremely happy.

“That’s absolutely fine, hon. What about you guys?” Angelica nods towards the end of the booth, where Thomas, Aaron and James were chatting quietly amongst themselves. They all look up in confusion─making it obvious to the woman that they hadn’t been paying attention. “Doing anything for Christmas?”

“Well,” Aaron begins. “I usually spend my Christmas’ watching Lifetime movies and eating takeout, so… no. I’m free.”

“Ever since Herc and I’s parents passed, I just spend it doing whatever Hercules does. Why?”

“I’m not going back to Virginia this year, my mother has a new boyfriend and I don’t really feel like being around all that mess.”

“Good. You’re spending the holidays with us. Alright, I’ve got Marie, Thomas, Adrienne, James, Hercules, George, and myself. Eliza, Peggy?” Angelica begins scribbling the names down on a notepad from her purse, formulating a guest list so that she’d know how much cooking she’d need to do for the holiday at hand.

“I’m down, but can I bring Martha? She’s like the Scrooge of Christmas─hates the holidays. I wanna show her true Christmas joy, y’know. It’ll be romantic. Might even get laid.” John audibly groans at how cliche Peggy sounds, before reminding her that she’s talking about his stepsister─so show a little decorum. The woman sticks her tongue out at him, and Angelica laughs at the two before agreeing.

“Well, since Martha is going… John you might as well go,” Eliza says, looking to her boyfriend─who wrinkles his nose. “C’mon. Alex and I are definitely going, and you know you don’t want to go back to South Carolina for Christmas. It’ll be fun! We can do Secret Santa!”

“Ooh, yes!” Marie exclaims, removing her sketchpad from her satchel. She flips to an empty page and begins scribbling everyone’s names down. “Okay… Angelica, let me see your beanie.”

Angelica hands over the hat, eyebrow raised. With careful and precise fingers, Marie rips the paper with the names into small little shreds─each shred of paper holding someone’s name. She folds them in half before dumping them all into the beanie.

“I’m adding Charles, King and Sammy in here… Eliza, you can pick for the three of them and text them who they got,” Marie says, dumping the shreds of paper into the hat and mixing them around. “John, you pick for Alex but don’t look at who he got, alright? Just give him the paper when you see him. Rules for the Secret Santa? You obviously can’t tell the person you’re buying for that it’s you, no going over thirty dollars for materials, no buying gift cards, and you have to make it.”

There’s voices of protest at the last rule, but the look Marie sends the group could rival Angelica’s. It doesn’t, of course, because Angelica is the queen of glaring─but it could.

Marie takes a slip of paper from the hat before passing it to Hercules, who repeats the motion. The beanie goes around the table until it ends with George removing the last piece of paper.

Angelica grins at the name on her piece of paper.  Eliza and Thomas both groan─probably because the people they chose are difficult to shop for. Peggy does a fist pump, John smiles wistfully, James, George and Aaron seem to be indifferent either way, and Hercules gives a smile that says ‘oh, this will be very fun’.

“Who did you get?” John asks his girlfriend, as he, Eliza and Alex push their cart around the crafts shop. They’d all agreed to go shopping for their materials at the same time, in the same place─to save money, and gas. However, the young brunette sitting in the cart is quickly becoming to regret agreeing upon that─seeing as this is the sixth time John has asked her this question, and Alexander had asked twelve times before. Eliza looks up at him with an expression that can only be described as a mixture between ‘offense’ and ‘exhaustion’. “What? I’m just curious!”

“Yeah, and curiosity killed the cat,” she teases, before directing him to turn down the aisle that has yarn. “I’ve already said this, John! I can’t tell you! It’s called a Secret Santa! What if you tell them that I’m the one making their present? Geez, I know you’re a rebel, but it can’t be this hard for you to follow the rules.”

“Wow. You’re really passionate about the do’s and don’ts of Secret Santa, aren’t you?” he asks, as she directs him to put some navy blue yarn in the cart. She nods her head just as Alexander comes bolting towards them with arms full of markers, crayons, colored pencils and pens.

“Alex! You’re supposed to be shopping for materials for your Secret Santa, not thing you like,” Eliza chastises playfully, before squeaking in indignance when he dumps all the materials on her.

“Shut up. I’m making John a poster,” he says.

“Alex!” Eliza whines, and John laughs loudly. Well, at least he could trust that his gift would be made with love.

Lafayette sits cross-legged in the middle of their living room, hands gently maneuvering the clay on the pottery wheel. Their eyes are concentrated on the machine, all of their attention focused on the design of the clay to make the shape they want.

“Laffy, I’m sorry darlin’, but I’m curious. Who in the hell would want a homemade clay pot?” George asks, looking down at them from his spot on the couch. He’d been focused on CNN news, but the gentle whirring of the machine had drawn his attention several minutes ago and the curiosity had been eating at him. Lafayette doesn’t offer a response, simply shrugs their shoulders and continues to gently knead the clay on the wheel. “I can’t think of anyone in our group that would find use for that.”

“Then you’re not thinking hard enough,” they respond calmly, reaching their hand into the opening in order to manipulate the shape even further. George opens his mouth to retort something equally as sassy, but Hercules enters their apartment at that very moment─arms filled to the brim with varying colors of yarn─soft pinks and blues, bright neon greens and yellows… and just as George is confused as to who in their circle of friends would want a flower pot, he is confused as to who would want all those colors clashing together.

“Y’know, mo chroí, you’re an awfully hard person to drum up ideas for,” Hercules says, dumping the materials beside George on the couch to press a kiss to their forehead. Lafayette gives a squeal of annoyance at Hercules having revealed who he was Secret Santa-ing to; and by relation having revealed who Lafayette’s Secret Santa is.

“Herc, mon coeur! It was supposed to be a surprise, non?” they exclaim, finally tearing their eyes away from their pottery. “You’ve ruined it for me!”

“Aw man, I’m sorry, Laf!” Hercules responds, plopping down beside them on the floor. At first George believes he’s being sarcastic, but when his eyes land on his boyfriend’s face, he can tell that he’s genuinely apologetic. It’s cute, how he recognizes the importance of this to Lafayette and respects that. “This Secret Santa thing slipped my mind.”

“Hey, darlin’, the surprise isn’t entirely ruined,” George pipes up, easing down onto the floor with the other to. “You don’t know what he’s going to make. I promise, I’ll help Herc hide whatever he’s making for you, so that you can be surprised on Christmas. Sound good?”

And though Lafayette is still pouting, both men can tell that this considerably makes it better.

“I don’t even know Maria that well!” Thomas exclaims for what seems to be the billionth time since they got who they’d be making presents for, as he scrolls through ideas for gifts on Pinterest. “Why can’t I just buy her something? It’d be so much easier!”

“Firstly, Thomas, the whole point of Secret Santa was for us not to know who you’d be making a present for,” Aaron reprimands, for what seems to be the billionth time in response to Thomas’ complaining. He’s making what seems to be personally designed coffee mugs─using blank templates and markers designed for ceramic art to design them. He’d been pretty good at hiding who his present was for, though Thomas can just barely make out a ‘G’ on one of the mugs. “Secondly, you’re supposed to make it because it’s supposed to come from the heart. These aren’t just our friends, they’re our family, too.”

“That’s lame,” the Virginian huffs, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. He dramatically drapes himself over the armrest of their couch, tossing his arm over his eyes like the drama queen he is. “Why can’t I just pay someone to make something for me?”

“Can I pay someone to kick your ass? Maybe then you’d stop complaining,” Aaron murmurs under his breath, picking up another marker to doodle something on the coffee mug. Surprisingly, he’s met with silence─until his phone chimes with a notification. Curiously, Aaron picks up his phone to read it─finding that it’s from Facebook.

Thomas Jefferson ─ with Maria Reynolds, Angelica Schuyler and 15 others.

Need help coming up with ideas for Maria’s Secret Santa present… anyone care to help out?

“Goddamnit, Thomas, it’s supposed to be a Secret!” James yells from the other room─obviously having got the notification as well. Thomas gives a groan of annoyance at this, probably remembering that tagging the person you’re going to be Secret Santa-ing for is not the smartest idea.

“But keeping it secret is hard!”

“Looks like I won’t have to pay anyone to kick your ass,” Aaron chuckles, setting his phone down and glancing towards his boyfriend. Both Thomas and Aaron’s phones are blowing up with notifications─though neither of them need to check them to see it’s probably their group of friends reprimanding him on sharing who he was supposed to be the Secret Santa for. Thomas quirks an eyebrow, and his lover finishes with, “Angelica is probably going to do it for me.”

By the time Christmas Day rolls around, most of the people in the group participating know who their Secret Santa is─and those that don’t know for sure at least have some sort of inkling. What with loudmouths Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan and Thomas Jefferson letting everyone know not only who their gifts were for, but who their spouses gifts were for and gossips Peggy and Maria spreading around rumors as to who made presents for who… yeah, the whole idea of the Secret Santa actually being a secret was moot.

And Angelica was quick to let the perpetrators know just how disappointed she was in them for not being able to hold water.

“Well,” she says, after they’ve all retired to her living room following a pretty amazing Christmas dinner. Her eyes travel over their faces─and at least most of the culprits have the decency to look ashamed. “This was supposed to be a Secret Santa, but thanks to a select few that can’t seem to let anyone enjoy anything… you might as well tell you who brought your gift for that it was you. I’ll start.”

Crossing over to the Christmas tree, Angelica removes a small wrapped box and hands it to Peggy’s girlfriend, Martha. “I looked up how to transfer photographs onto wood, and then I got this picture from Peggy. It didn’t come out as good as I thought it would, but I figured you would like it.”

It’s a professionally taken photo─probably taken by Charles who was a photographer. The two women were on the beach, and Martha had her arms draped over Peggy’s shoulders. Peggy’s hand came up in the photo to hold Martha’s, and her head was turned just slightly to the side to press a kiss against her cheek. Martha had that picture posted across all of her social media accounts─it was her profile picture for Instagram, Facebook, Twitter… she’d told Peggy countless times that it was her favorite photograph.

“Aw, Angie, I love it!” Martha exclaims, taking the block of wood from her adopted sister. “Thank you, so much! I’m going to put it up in my office.”

After hugging Angelica in thanks, Martha goes over to the tree to get the present that she made for Peggy. Except, she didn’t make it. It’s a small box, wrapped in gold wrapping paper, and when she presents it to Peggy she drops onto one knee.

Everyone in the room either gasps or goes deathly silent.

“I admit, I cheated,” Martha chuckles, looking up at her girlfriend as she removes the wrapping paper and flips open the lid on the box. The ring inside is gorgeous─and it has two birthstones on it, with a small engraving that no one can really read. “I didn’t make this. I bought it, from George. I um… I’ve been dating you, Peggy, for about two years. When I first met you at John’s birthday party, something told me that I’d need to do anything to keep you in my life forever. From your big heart to your sweet soul… I knew you were the one for me. And day in, day out you prove that to me. So I’ve decided that I need to do something to prove it to you. And this is it. Will you… will you marry me?”

Peggy is speechless. She opens and closes her mouth several times, eyes watering with tears, before finally she throws her arms around her girlfriend─fiancee now─and simply nods her head.

Well, at least some secret presents could be kept.

Translations

mo chroí ─ my heart (Irish)

mon coeur ─ my heart (French)

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

Fighting For Freedom (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Here is yet another request! This one was for the reader helping Thomas convince Alexander to help France and the reader is french, and they argue with Alexander. I hope I did okay anon, and I hope you enjoy it! As always I’m sending you all lots of love!

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“Alex, you must realize we have to help France in their fight for freedom.”  

You try to implore him. France had allied and helped this new nation fight for freedom, it was only right they do the same.

“We don’t have to do anything, they may have helped us fight, but we won our freedom and were not nearly strong enough to join their fight.”

“You won your independence because they aided the nation, Alexander.”

Alex turns to answer you, looking frustrated by your insistence, but he’s interrupted before he has a chance to speak.  

“I see you’re trying to get through that thick skull of his as well,” Thomas chimes in looking annoyed. “I hope you at least attempt to listen to (Y/N), as you most certainly didn’t listen to my reasoning.”

“I would listen to you if you weren’t so pigheaded to begin with,” Alex nearly snarls.

“Alexander!” You grab his arm to pull his attention back to you. “We have to help France it’s the right thing to do.”

“That’s debatable.” He nearly shrugs.

“You can’t be so cold! They helped when they didn’t have to, they could have let us fail.”

“Please, they wanted to be free from the monarchy just as much as we did, they made their choice.”

“They made their choice with a treaty!”

“That’s easily dealt with.”

“Alex you have to convince President Washington to help,” you keep your hold on him, making him look at you.

He seems to soften a little and you think maybe you’re changing his mind.  

“I’ve already made my stance clear, I can’t change it now.”

“But you can, you can. Just go into his office and tell him you’ve changed your mind, you’ve thought of something else, you think”-

He pulls his arm out your grip.  

“I will not,” He looks at you sternly, grabbing your arm and pulling you aside. “I have made my opinion clear and it has not changed.”

“Alex,” you look up at him imploringly, “what about Lafayette?”

“Yes, what about Lafayette, Hamilton?” Jefferson chimes in again, further frustrating Alexander.

“Lafayette is very intelligent he can handle myself.”

“Please, Alex, do it for him, for me.”

His eyes soften for you once more.  

“We cannot put our entire nation at risk for two people.”

“It would be for freedom, that’s what this nation is built on.”

“And we’ve already won our freedom.”

You reel back from him, ripping your arm from his grip.

“How can you be so cruel and selfish?”

“It’s not being cruel, it’s being rational.”

“Fine,” you huff, “if you won’t talk to President Washington, then I will.”

He takes hold of your arm again.  

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Let her Hamilton,” Thomas intervenes, “if you’re so sure of your point, why would her speaking to him change anything.” He chuckles. “Unless, you know you’re wrong.”

“I know I’m right,” Alex bites back.  

You snatch your arm from his grip once more, marching towards Washington's office. Alex and Thomas both follow quickly behind you. Just as you reach up to knock on the door, he exits his office. He nods at you and then looks to Alexander.  

“Mr. President,” you rush to say, “may I have a moment of your time to speak about aiding France.”

“My apologies, Ms. (Y/N), but I have already made my decision and will not have it debated further.”

“And your decision, sir?” Alex inquires.

“Draft a statement of neutrality,” he nods solemnly at him and pats your shoulder before turning back to his office.  

“Well, like always you’ve gotten what you wanted,” Thomas says as he leaves.

Alex rolls his eyes and turns to you.  

“I know you’re upset right now, but in time you’ll see this is best course of action for”-

“I’m not upset,” you reply stepping away from his touch, “you’ve made your choice and I’ve made my own.”

“What, exactly does that mean?”

“It means you may not be willing to do what it takes to aide France, but I am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means I’m going to France as soon as possible.”

“You can’t go to France, it’s far too precarious.” He takes hold you once more.

“I cannot stay here and sit around when my people are in such dire need of help.” You pull out of his grip for the last time. “I may only be one person, but I will do anything I can for them.”

“You have to stay,” he follows as you step away, “you belong here, your place is here.”

You halt your steps and turn back to him.

“Not anymore.” You walk away without another glance back.  

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You wait at the dock for the boat with Hercules by your side. Both of you had packed what you needed. When you had told John and Herc what had happened, and what you planned on doing. Herc had immediately offered to accompany you. You told John to stay when he had offered his own company.  

“You have to be here for Alexander.” He only nodded his head.  

The boat had finally arrived, and you and Hercules prepared to board.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”  

You heard your name being called, you turned to see Alex making his way towards you.  

“Please, reconsider,” he begs. “Don’t go.”

“I can’t, in good conscience, stay here when I know what's happening in France and who’s there fighting with everything he can.” You place your hand in his and give a gentle squeeze. “Lafayette needs help, France needs help, and I couldn’t live with myself if I did nothing.”  

He has no words for you, his eyes beg you and his grip tightens on your hand.  

“Goodbye, Alexander.”  

John quickly embraces you and holds you tightly.  

“Please, be careful.”

“I’ll write as soon as I can,” you promise as you squeeze him just as tightly.

He releases you and you turn to Hercules.  

“Ready?” He asks.  

You turn with a small smile and nod. “Ready.”

You interlock your arms and board the boat, ready to do aide your home and your friend.  

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

John Laurens: My boyfriend is too short that I end up with a mouthful of his hair. What should I do?

Lafayette: Drop to your knees.

Thomas Jefferson: Pick him up by the shoulders and slam him into the wall.

Aaron Burr: Yank his ponytail, harder than usual.

James Madison: Pick him up at the waist and kiss his pressure point.

Hercules Mulligan: Cuddle up from behind and lift his chin higher when he tilts his head back to see you.

Washington & Hamilton: ...

Washington: *mortified* You could just tell him??? No need to—

Alexander Hamilton: No, no, John you should do all those suggestions.

[spacegh0sst]

Hamilton Meets Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Alexander Hamilton as Jake Peralta

John Laurens as Amy Santiago

George Washington as Captain Holt

Gilbert Du Montier Marquis de Lafayette as Rosa Diaz

Hercules Mulligan as Terry Jeffords

Aaron Burr as The Vulture

Thomas Jefferson as Madeline Wuntch

Maria Reynolds as Sofia Perez

Peggy Schyuler as Gina Linetti

(Any suggestions for changes or more characters? Please, I’m stuck. LET THEM RAIN ON ME!)

[jumpingjackets]

Masterlist

*=smut

updated august 4, 2018

Character X Readers

Peggy Schuyler

Baking a Cake

Eliza Schuyler

Taking Care of You

Clair de Lune

Rooftop Conversations

Angelica Schuyler

Girls Protecting Girls

Alexander Hamilton

Oblivious School Project

Marriage Problems

Coming Home

Politics And A Janitor’s Closet*

Dolled Up

Something About Pilgrims*

Endless Love

Philip Hamilton

He Blew You Away

Hercules Mulligan

A Special Dress

Fake Date

Essence of Being

John Laurens

Sugar Baby

Official

Baby Gets Shown Off

Baby Facetiming*

Rainy Days*

Schuyler Sisters

Kittens. Four Of Them.

George Washington

Our Secret

She Knows

Washington, Dear

Prom Night

The General’s Attention*

Someone Shot The President

Delicate*

Fluffy Pancakes And Greasy Eggs

Lafayette

Being His Sugar Baby

Meeting Mr. Lafayette

Dancing

Baby On Display

Just A Kiss*

Thomas Jefferson

My Wife Is A Mermaid, Of All Things

Height Intimidates Him

Wrong Thing

Aaron Burr

Gentle Eyes

James Madison

Shakespeare The Matchmaker

Hamilsquad

The Porn Videos

Blue

Arduously Alive

Lonely Rabbit*

Keep The Snakes Away (Unless They’re Gucci)

Pairings

JeffMads (Thomas Jefferson x James Madison)

A Special Occasion

Peggy Schuyler x Maria Reynolds

Warmth and Protection

Lams (Alelxander Hamilton x John Laurens)

Pillow Talk

Hamliza (Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler)

The Spot

[marquis-de-jamilton-au-askblog]

Greeting + Basic AU Information

Hi! Welcome to the blog! I’m the Creator, I’ll be going by San on this blog. You can find more information about me here.

The Co-Creator @itlookslikekilled8 will be going by Killianne on this blog. You can find more information on her HERE.

This AU originated with a fic I wrote and posted on ao3. Killianne commented and yadda yadda yadda now we’re here.

Fandom:

Hamilton

Ship/Ships:

The main ship is Hamilton x Jefferson x Lafayette

Past Hamilton x Laurens

Past Hamilton x Laurens x Lafayette

Past Hamilton x Lafayette (briefly)

In Heaven: Phillip x Laurens (I understand many people may he opposed to this pairing so you can block the tag #Phillip x Laurens if you do not wish to view this content. I will summarize the important parts so people aren’t confused when it is referenced later but I will also refrain from having too much important information in the Phillip x Laurens stories)

More ships may be added but they will most likely be straight to keep it a bit realistic.

Characters:

Alexander Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette (Is this cause he’s French, old, or royal?)

Phillip Hamilton

Martha Jefferson

Mary Jefferson

John Laurens

George Washington

Hercules Mulligan

Canon-Divergent Information:

Eliza died whilst giving birth to Phillip. I know, I’m sorry. But it had to be done. This is to ensure a number of things.

I wanted Phillip to be an only child.

I wanted Alex to be single but I didn’t want them to get a divorce so she had to die at some point before their second child.

I wanted there to be no doubt from anyone that Alex is over Eliza and her death and can devote his time to Thomas and Laf so I set her time of death as early as possible

I would’ve made it so they never got together at all or even met but I wanted Phillip in the picture and I would’ve had to put him with some other woman to be realistic.

Canon-Era:

Gayness, AKA sodomy, is still illegal and punishable by death

They hold the same place in office and history

Adds a LOT of angst for a number of reasons.

They have to stay closeted. Always angsty but now it’s 100% a life or death situation.

Things were really fucking hard back then. They didn’t have so many things. Like, good medical advancements. Like, you get shot and you’re pretty much dead. You get an infection, a virus, anything and you’re prolly not gonna make it.

War trauma. War trauma. War trauma. Just imagine Alex and/or Laf has a really bad day of PTSD so the other one and/or Thomas is just comforting them and helping them through it.

To add on to the war trauma- they don’t have therapists yet. That’s a new thing. Counseling started in the 1800’s so technically it can be worked into the story but it probably sucked and therapy didnt start until the 1930’s and we all know that used to suck.

They’re often expected to sleep with other women and try to court them. Especially Laf. Thomas swore to his wife that he would never remarry but people won’t be surprised if he breaks that promise, and Alex is a widow but still so young and he wasn’t married to Eliza for long and he has a child so people definitely expect him to remarry or at least get down and dirty (and let’s be honest, between Laf going back to France and Thomas coming back to America he probably did) but Laf has never married (in the story) so they’re just waiting and looking at him like wtf dude come on. (And an idea strikes me)

Back to the closet thing, they have to be a lot more careful than we do now. They can’t even trust a friend and tell them and hope that they don’t abandon them cause if they tell a friend and don’t get their support then they will die.

And if they’re having relationship problems there’s no one they can talk to. *me casually ignoring a detail already set in stone*

The Timeline/Master List of fics is here.

Masterlist of Notes on Martha and Mary Jefferson are here.

Ask Info is here.

Masterlist of Ideas for Future Fics is here.

Headcannon Masterlist is here.

The name is a work in progress. Suggestions are welcome and greatly appreciated.

I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the AU!

(Last Updated On: October 4th, 2020)

[theonlycheshirecat]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, James Madison, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens (mentioned) Additional Tags: Mute - Freeform, slave - Freeform, Non-Sexual Slavery, Non-Sexual Submission, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Dom/sub, BDSM, Light BDSM Summary:

VERY UNEDITED >_> I'll get around to it. I'm more focused on getting my ideas out there.

"Jefferson, what's this?" I frowned, glancing over the chained woman standing beside him.

"A peace offering, maybe a little incentive to stir on the compromises in the debate we had the other day." Thomas replied, as if it were obvious.

"This is a human being, not a book. You can't just give them away-"

"Actually, I can. Property is property, and I think this one will be to your liking. She's well trained, but rather... mute. No use to me." I watched as he pushed her forward, causing her to fall to her knees at my feet. She barely made a sound.

"Does she have a name?"

"Call her what you wish. It doesn't matter. She can't correct you." Jefferson said, shrugging it off.

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A.Ham x slave!oc Muda- (Moo-thah) Feminine of Mudo, meaning mute in spanish. Started 09/18/17

[purpleshellsforyou]

Masterlist

There were some issues with my links, so here's the post copy of my masterlist.

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Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Puppy Love ~Drabble

Going for Gold ~Drabble

Love in Crayon ~Drabble

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John Laurens x Reader

Of Dresses and Corsets

Tipsy ~TW: Drinking and mild Language

Vegas ~TW: Hangovers, explicit language, smut implications

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Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette x Reader

Étoile ~Drabble

Nausea ~Drabble

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Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Love ~Drabble

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Aaron Burr x Reader

Your Humble Admirer

No Restraint ~Drabble ~TW:Smut

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George Washington x Reader

None Yet! Request them with a writer!

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Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Ticklish ~Drabble

.70 Seconds ~Drabble ~TW: Death

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James Madison x Reader

Oblivious ~TW: Swearing

Supporting Love ~TW: Fainting, Overworking, Sharing fears (I’m going to play this one safe with triggers)

The Knot ~TW: Hair Pulling Kink and Smut Implication

Ship Names ~Drabble

Satisfied ~TW: Mature Content, BDSM, Hair Tugging. Oh, yeah. and SMUT.

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Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Coming Soon! :)

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Angelica Schuyler x Reader

None Yet! Request them with a writer!

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Peggy Schuyler x Reader

Gay Space ~TW: The word “damn”

Our Secrets we Keep ~TW: Breakups, Homophobia (It is Hamiltime, sorry), Mentions of Sex

Angel ~TW: homophobia, small anxiety attack, gender inequality comments

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Maria Reynolds x Reader

None Yet! Request them with a writer!

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Philip Hamilton x Reader

Proper ~TW: Language/Swearing, Accusations of cheating, Crossdressing

Tie the Knot ~TW: Being tricked into marriage, derogatory comments, mild swearing, drinking, intoxication, female pronouns (I’m sorry. I am terrible at gender neutral pronouns. They always end up wrong when I use them for reader inserts.) THE WORST WRITING EVER (I’m so sorry. This is terrible.)

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Samuel Seabury x Reader

Picnic ~Drabble

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George III x Reader

Coming Soon! :)

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0400 Hours ~Hamilton Family, odd modern war AU

Storm ~Jamilton

Worthy ~Angelica Schuyler x Thomas Jefferson Drabble

[legrandepapillon]

The One With The Dinner (mullwashette)

Summary: A dinner with George Washington's non-binary signif, his male signif and his deeply Southern family. What could go wrong? Prompt: ‘Meet the family + dinner’ Author’s Notes:  Actual new favorite ship? Mullwashette is so underrated lets argue

The entire dinner fiasco began with a simple trip. A trip to Westmoreland County, Virginia, more accurately, which was the birthplace and hometown of the esteemed politician George Washington. George had finally decided─after a positively agonizing wait of two years, or at least that’s how Lafayette described it─that his two significant others were at last ready to meet his family. George had already met Lafayette’s family─Laf’s eccentric cousin, Thomas and little sister, Adrienne. And had a brief run-in with Hercules’─though the man’s parents’ English was rather poor, and he’d already known his step brother James Madison. They felt it was only fair they got to meet his. However, George explained to them countless times that they had to wait until the Washingtons were more comfortable with this… arrangement their son had with his two ex-interns. Mostly because he did not want Lafayette nor Hercules to experience the pain of discrimination─especially at the hands of his own flesh and blood.

But at long last, his family had decided they were ready to meet the two people that made the prodigal son so happy. George’s older brother, Lawrence─as well as Lawrence’s wife and their three children─and his parents.

When the trio had arrived in Virginia, they’d been immediately engulfed in Mary Washington’s arms─all three of them hugged tightly and thoroughly until George’s father had interrupted with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat. Mary was a lovely person─a heavy set woman with skin the colour of the night sky and shining brown eyes. She exuded warmth and joy, and both Lafayette and Hercules could tell from the way she looked at George─and of course, from the way he looked at her─that the bond she shared with her son was positively unbreakable. And even though Hercules─who was an excellent people reader─could tell she was upset that she’d most likely never have a nice young girl to call a daughter-in-law, she seemed to be happy that her child was happy.

His father, Augustine, was the polar opposite of his wife. A tall, stoic white man with hard set dark eyes that gave Lafayette and Hercules firm handshakes in place of a hug. He seemed to be far more distant than George’s mother was, and his lips curled down at the sight of the two kids lingering just behind George. It was obvious that he would be the two college students’ biggest obstacle in getting in good with their longtime boyfriend’s family.

“Well,” Lafayette had muttered in French, looking to Hercules with nervous eyes─of whom simply wrapped an arm around them and squeezed their shoulder. “I can see where George got his emotional distance from.”

“C’mon in, boys, come meet the others!” Mary had called before Hercules could respond, and George had motioned for them to get inside.

The home that George Washington grew up in was nothing like their simple apartment in New York, City. Their apartment back in New York was small, and homely. Lafayette had filled every open window space with plants, and things didn’t seem to have one set place. And due to Lafayette being a painter, Hercules being a clothing designer and seamster, and George being a very busy politician─more often than not, their home was a complete disaster. Only when Martha, Adrienne or Beth came over to chastise them did the place resemble something tidy─and never did it last long.

However, the Washington Estate is a complete opposite. Every surface is pristine and sparkling─not a spec of dirt or grime in sight. Everything also seems to have its own neat and tidy place, nothing at all is out of order. There are several maids and butlers that Lafayette sees scurrying around─picking up this, adjusting that, fixing something there. Not to mention how grand and gorgeous it is. Expensive chandeliers hang from the ceilings, the floors are made out of marble and everything is so clean the boys are scared to breathe too hard for fear of breaking it.

As soon as they’re five steps into the house, Augustine calls for one of the servant girls to come take their bags. Lafayette tries to insist that they could easily take the bags upstairs if shown their room, but Augustine glares them down so hard that they merely swallow their words and hand the suitcases to the girl─who does give them a small, sweet smile at their attempt.

“Please, Mr. Lafayette,” Lafayette cringes briefly at the use of ‘Mr.’ but makes no attempt to correct the man. Afterall, they didn’t need anymore reason for Augustine not to like them. “I don’t pay them for nothing. You are our guests. I’ve arranged a room upstairs for each of you─George will sleep in his old room, and there is a room with two beds for you and Mr. Mulligan.”

Augustine says all of this with a no-nonsense tone of voice. Lafayette, Hercules and George all hear his message loud and clear─there will be no sleeping in the same bed while they’re under his roof, and if he is to catch them attempting to do so, there will be hell to pay. Laf hasn’t slept in a bed by themselves since they were eighteen─when they and Hercules first moved in together─and they’re twenty-three now. They don’t think they’ll be getting any rest the three weeks they’re supposed to be here in Virginia.

“You can call me Herc,” Hercules pipes up, in order to change the subject on sleeping arrangements. Lafayette briefly notices that their boyfriend has a slight frown painted on their lips, and they immediately know what he’s going to say. “And we usually call Lafayette Laf, Marie or Gilbert depending on their mood for the day.”

“Hercules!” They hiss between their teeth, but luckily there is no time for further comment─as they’ve come to a sliding door now. Once George reaches forward and slides the door open so that they can step outside, Lafayette feels a wave of calm wash over them. Immediately, Lafayette is relaxed at the sight of children happily running around the vast, gorgeous gardens. They’re unsure if it’s the sight of plantlife─one of their favorite hobbies, something that always managed to relax them─or children, but the sharp pain of being misgendered ebbs a little at the atmosphere.

“Ah!” Mary exclaims, which draws the attention of the children playing and the lovely couple sitting in cushy yard chairs beneath an umbrella. Lafayette immediately notices how strikingly alike Lawrence and George look─both have caramel coloured skin, with bushy eyebrows and a warm honey colored eyes. The only difference is that when Lawrence smiles, he doesn’t seem to have the small gap in his teeth that George has─one of Lafayette’s favorite qualities about their boyfriend, as they believe it makes him look so adorable─nor does he have the man’s dimples. And, Hercules will later point out to them, Lawrence is considerably shorter than his younger brother.

Lafayette is more taken with the man’s wife, however. She’s a gorgeous woman, but not at all what Lafayette had expected. They’d expected a stiff, cold woman─well, they’d expected Augustine Washington in woman form, actually. From the way George described his sister-in-law, she was very no nonsense and quite strict with her children. However, Lafayette is considerably taken off guard. She’s obviously of Middle Eastern descent, with skin the colour of treebark and long, silky black hair. And she’s got quite the award winning smile, which she flashes at George when the man steps off the back porch to greet her. Where Lafayette had expected a fancy business suit and heels, she wears a nice sundress and white flats─though, that’s probably because her belly is swollen with pregnancy.

“Oh, I love babies!” Lafayette finds themselves exclaiming before hopping off the porch after George to go and greet her. They don’t know why they’d expected her to harbour the same homophobic thoughts as her father-in-law, but if she does she is an expert at not showing it. Her eyes light up and instead of simply shaking their hand, she pulls Lafayette into a warm hug. They hug her back just as eagerly, trying not to squish her belly bump between their bodies, and greet her with a warm, “Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Lafayette.”

“I’m Anne, it’s nice to meet you, too. So, you’re one of the boys that managed to wrangle our crazy George, huh?” she asks, hand coming to rest protectively on her belly─it’s not long before she starts rubbing her stomach through the cloth of dress absentmindedly, positively glowing with pregnancy. Lafayette winces again at the misgendering, but before they can open their mouth to give an answer─that would’ve most likely skipped over the hiccup, for fear of stirring the pot with George’s family─, George himself is butting into the conversation with,

“Actually, Anne, they are genderfluid. And today isn’t really a boy or girl day, so if you could kindly refer to them as they/them or use gender neutral terms,” George says, making sure his voice is at a level that his father could hear. Lafayette doesn’t miss the distasteful snort from Augustine Washington, but the man’s reaction is completely wiped from their mind when Anne’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ and she gives their bicep a comforting squeeze.

(Not to mention how they simultaneously swoon and become turned on at the way George rushes to defend their honour.)

“Oh, you have to forgive me! Yes, Lafayette, of course. Just alert me if ever I misgender you, honey, and I will make every effort to do better,” she says warmly. Lafayette must look confused or thrown off at her answer, because she gives them a small smile. “I know. Deep south, you’re lucky if you find someone that accepts homosexuality─yet alone those that identify with the transgender community. But I’m a social worker and advocate for homeless LGBTQ+ youth─kids that came out to their parents and got kicked out, mostly─, so I’m very… uh, do they say ‘woke’, these days?”

“Wow! I have to say, I admittedly didn’t expect someone to be so accepting,” Lafayette says, feeling flustered at how quick they were to assume who Anne was and what she thought of certain types of people. “Thank you. And thank you for what you’re doing for those kids. It’s important to have some validation when you’re that young and have been turned away by those you call family.”

He knew that well.

“Well, I do have my hiccups, of course. But I’m learning from these kids everyday. I just wish I could say the same for my husband. In the terms of political views, he’s very much like his father,” Anne sighs wistfully, and her eyes travel over to the man. Speaking of Lawrence, he and Hercules seem to be setting up a game of cards at the table─which causes the three talking to go over and attempt to join them.

“Prepare to get your ass dumped on in this Uno, son,” Lawrence is saying, when George, Lafayette and Anne pull up chairs to join them for the game. Once they’re all seated, Lawrence looks up and shakes Lafayette’s hand. “Nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Lawrence, li’l Georgie’s big brother. You are…?”

“Lafayette. It’s nice to meet you, too, Lawrence. I hope you didn’t challenge Hercules to a round of Uno─he is painfully good at that game,” Lafayette responds, though they accept the cards that are dealt to them by their boyfriend. George offers some murmurs of assent to that statement, much to Lawrence’s chagrin─who continues to insist that he’s the best at Uno. Hercules blows a kiss at both his spouses for the support, and much Lafayette’s surprise, Lawrence doesn’t scoff or make any snide comments. Anne had said that he was similar to Augustine when it came to view, they’d expected at least some sort of expression of distaste.

Maybe George had waited for his family to get more onboard with the thought of him in a gay polyamorous relationship. Maybe Lawrence had been practicing being more accepting. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad.

They’re five games deep into Uno─with Hercules winning four and Anne winning one─when Mary returns outside. This time it’s to call everyone in for dinner, which the kids practically trip over themselves trying to get inside to receive.

While helping Mary and Anne fix the children's’ plates─”I grew up in a house with my little sister, and all my cousins. I know things get done faster with more hands, ma’am.”─Lafayette gets to know Lawrence and Anne’s children. The eldest is Augustine Washington II. He’s twelve, and he seems to be really into his ‘emo’ phase. His long dark hair swoops over one of his eyes, and he has to keep tossing his head to the side dramatically so that he’ll be able to see what he’s doing─much to Mary’s distaste, who keeps making comments about how Anne needs to take him to get it cut. However, he’s a really smart kid─even teaches Lafayette a little something about the history of the Washington house while they’re making his plate.

The middle child is Mildred, though she complains loudly when Anne introduces her as such─insisting that the name is old and gross and is the subject for plenty of bullying from both her older brother and the kids at school. No, she practically pleads with Laf to call her Milly. She’s ten, and a very pretty girl with a close-cropped pixie cut pushed back with a bright pink headband. She really likes rap music and dancing, and she promises that she’ll teach Lafayette a dance routine she choreographed all by herself after dinner.

The current youngest is John, who is only five-years-old. He’s very quiet, and doesn’t say much to Lafayette besides ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ so they can’t really decipher much about him. Anne says that he really enjoys drawing and superheroes though, so Lafayette makes a vow to make him something really nice when they get back to New York.

One thing about George’s nephews and niece─and by relation, Laf and Hercules’ nephews and niece?─is that they have a lot of questions. More specifically, they have a lot of questions about Lafayette’s gender, their relationship with George and Hercules, and life in New York.

“Do you live right by the Statue of Liberty?” Auggie─Augustine’s preferred nickname, so that he isn’t constantly getting confused with his grandfather─asks incredulously when Hercules mentions their home in New York. The tailor chuckles at the question and shakes his head.

“No, we actually live closer to Brooklyn, in an apartment above one of my shops,” Hercules says, leaning back in his chair a little bit. Lafayette can’t help but smile at the way Auggie’s eyebrow arch with curiosity when Hercules mentions his ‘shops’─hell, even Augustine seems to have a piqued interest at the thought of Herc running his own businesses. “George didn’t tell you guys? I own and operate a chain of clothing stores that sell my own fashion line, Culper. If it’s okay with your mother and father, Auggie, you could come to New York during New York Fashion Week with me. I could take you to see the Statue of Liberty.”

Auggie looks to his parents expectedly at Hercules’ words, and Lawrence gives a small ‘we’ll see’─though it seems obvious that he’s not entirely willing to let his son go. Lafayette isn’t sure if it’s because Hercules is a gay man, Hercules is a gay man in a poly relationship with his brother, or if it’s simply because New York is a big city that he doesn’t want his son going to alone. Whichever it is─the disappointment is obvious on the preteens face and he slumps down in his chair with a moody pout.

“Models, huh? Do you know Maria Reynolds? She’s my favorite model ever, plus she’s a really famous dancer! Did you know she danced for Beyonce?” Milly asks, voice raising in both octave and decibels before being gently lectured by Anne to keep her indoor voice. She blushes at the reprimand, but still looks expectantly to Hercules.

“I do, actually. Maria walked when I showcased my Spring collection of dresses. Along with our wonderful Laffy,” Hercules says, lacing his fingers with Lafayette’s. Now it’s their turn to blush, though they bring the man’s hand up to kiss the back of it. “They originally were just going to come to the show, but once they saw this lovely, flowy pink gown… they had to walk. I believe George captured some pretty awesome video of that show on his phone.”

“So, wait, Laffy, I have a question,” Milly asks when it seems the rest of the adults have gone back to being mostly distracted with talk of local politics and gossip, poking at her peas to make the question seem innocent enough. Lafayette looks up from their own plate of food─glancing briefly to George and Hercules to see if they’re paying attention. In case they need to come to their immediate rescue should this turn sour. Just because Laf liked kids didn’t mean they were good with them. Luckily enough, they both are─Hercules with expectancy, George with nervousness. “On your girl days… do you actually dress as a girl? Like, do you wear makeup and dresses and heels like Mommy and Grandma?”

The kids had heard Lafayette discussing with Anne earlier about their girl days while they were in the kitchen, giving advice to her about how to deal with her genderfluid teens on the days where they feel more of one gender than the other. Though, after the initial questions of what to call Lafayette, they hadn’t seemed too interested in it. Laf guesses that their observations of what the kids were and weren’t into was completely off─which is why Hercules was better at people analysis.

“Sometimes. It depends on how lazy I am that day, as well. What I wear doesn’t really matter, though, Milly─even if I dress like a typical ‘boy’ on a girl day, I still expect to be addressed as a girl. With she and her pronouns. Do you know what pronouns are?”

“Yes! I’m the best in my English studies, I’ve never failed,” Milly says excitedly, before lowering her voice again when her father briefly glances to the end of the table where she’s sitting across from Lafayette. “and... I got another question. How come when Daddy took the Secretary lady on a date, Mommy called him a cheater… but you and Mr. Hercules and Uncle George go on dates and it’s not cheating?”

Hercules nearly spits out his mouthful of wine at the question and George goes so pale it looks as though he may fall out of his chair and faint. Apparently, everyone else heard the young girl as well, because the entire table gets deathly quiet when Milly is finished with her question. All eyes are on them, waiting for the answer they’ll give, waiting to see if they’ll fuck this up. Desperately, Lafayette looks to George─who makes it a show to look away─then to Hercules─who smiles into his wine glass but says nothing─and lastly to Anne─who just seems positively heartbroken, and in no position to answer such a difficult questions.

“I… I uh…” Lafayette clears their throat, takes a sip of their wine, and takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing? “When you and your partner willingly bring someone else into the relationship… when both you and your partner know about this partner, and are comfortable with them, then it it’s something we call polyamory. That’s what George, Hercules and I have. We all know about each other, we all are comfortable with each other, and we all love each other. But when you bring someone into your relationship without your partner's permission, when you lie to them about it, or when they’re not comfortable with it… it’s cheating. It’s important that if you want a poly relationship, everyone knows about each other and everyone is happy with the arrangement.”

Milly thinks about this answer for a moment, and while she does, the tension could be cut with a knife. But then she nods her head, seemingly accepting this answer, and goes back to shoveling food into her mouth. Crisis averted… for now.

Hesitantly, the conversation at the table picks back up─and closer to the head of the table, Lafayette notices Anne giving them both grateful and sad eyes. They wonder what the story of that is, and if she’s going to be alright after such a question was asked by her own daughter, but they decide that now─and maybe never─is not the time to ask these things. So instead, they flash her a pitying smile and raise their glass in her direction.

Later that night, when Lafayette and Hercules have squished against their lover in George’s tiny twin bed─after checking to make sure Augustine is sound asleep and won’t be coming to raise any hell about them sharing a bed─George plants a soft kiss on Lafayette’s temple.

“You handled that incident at dinner really well, baby,” George whispers into the dark of the room, his voice thick with sleep from where he’d been dozing off. Lafayette can feel Hercules reach across their man─who is laying in the middle of them─and lace their fingers together, giving their hand a comforting squeeze. An affirmation of George’s words, agreeing with the older man. “You’d make a great parent someday.”

“You think so?” Lafayette asks quietly back, eyes attempting to find George’s face in the darkness. They can see where Hercules had propped himself up with his elbow, and if they follow the darker outlines in the shadows, they can just make out the sight of George snuggled against the broad tailor. George was usually the big spoon, but Lafayette couldn’t help but muse at how adorable he looked when he allowed himself to be the little one.

“I know so,” George whispers sleepily, shuffling under the covers. “Now go to bed, my love. We’ve still got two more weeks and six more days of this. ”

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

Scars and Healing Kisses (Polyhamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovely Wonderful People!! Here’s another request! I really liked the way this one came out and I hope you all enjoy it! To the Anon who requested this, I hope this okay for you, if not please let me know, and I’ll do a rewrite! I hope you’re all having a great day/night!

Request: Hamilsquad x reader, reader is sexually harassed/abused by someone, the boys think they have been acting weird lately, they assume reader was planning breakup/ cheating on them All yell and get mad at reader only to later find out the truth, heavy angst with w/ comfort, fairly happy ending, thank youu :3

TW: sexual harassment, unwanted touching, some curse words

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You had been with your boys for two years now, and living together felt so natural that the transition wasn’t difficult at all, and you loved waking up with them everyday. You had only moved in six months ago, but it felt like you had been there for years already. You were in your last year of college, and it felt like it was years ago that you were in your second year and had met Lafayette.

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You were walking home from work and reading at the same time, which wasn’t the best idea because you were a bit clumsy on a regular basis.

It was at this time, that a tall man with his arms full of groceries was walking towards you, not paying attention either. You looked up a moment too late as your bodies collided, sending both of you to the ground.

You immediately notice fruit and a few small boxes on the ground and start picking them up.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I’ll pay you back for your groceries, I don’t have much cash on me, but”-

The man places a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. It’s then that you finally notice how handsome he is. He has his hair back in a bun, a neatly trimmed beard, and kind eyes that matched his gentle smile.

“Don’t worry mon ami, it’s not a big deal. I wasn’t paying attention either.”

He took the items you picked up from your hands, and handed you your book.

“Thank you,” you smile gently at him.

His smile grows as he gets up and helps you up as well, offering you his hand. You take it gratefully and love how warm his hand is in yours, almost as if they were supposed to be linked together.

You stand in front of each other hands still intertwined. He smiles down at you, while you smile up at him.

“I’m Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette,” he chuckles as your eyes widen. “But you can call me Lafayette,” he kisses your hand. Your smile returns as you become a little breathless.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), but you can call me (Y/N).”

You lightly shake his hand still in yours.

“Its nice to meet you, Lafayette.”

He loves how his name sounds on your lips and his smile grows.

“Oui, it’s wonderful to meet you, (Y/N).”

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You ended up exchanging numbers and at that point in time you had no idea what you were really getting yourself into. You couldn’t be more thankful for the unexpected surprise that you found when you met Laf. It had made your life ten times better and you’d never been happier than with your boys.

Laf had given you the choice to meet each of his partners individually or all together, knowing it could be a little overwhelming. You decided to meet all of them at once. Although you were incredibly nervous, you liked Lafayette so much that if his partners were as wonderful as he said they were you were sure to like them right away. Hopefully, they would like you too.

You knocked on the door, opting to come on your own even though Laf had said he would pick you up. You wanted to show them you were strong, that no one was forcing you here.

The door opened and you were greeted with a smiling Lafayette. Seeing him instantly calms you and you take a deep breath as he wraps you up in his arms. “You look beautiful, ma cherie,” he kisses your cheek and brings you inside.

“I didn’t over do it, did I?” You look up at him nervously and down at your attire. You had decided on a dress, it was casual, but you also did your hair and makeup a bit more today, in hope of impressing his partners. You didn’t want to be over the top though.

He simply shakes his head with his usual sweet smile.

“You look perfect.” He takes your hand and leads you into the living room. You saw three men sitting on the couch, but they stood as soon as they saw you. They all had kind smiles on their faces, but you could see the curiosity in their eyes.

You take a deep breath, smile at each of them kindly in return. You release Lafs hand and step forward, wanting to introduce yourself on your own.

You extend your hand out to the one you noticed as Hercules from Lafs description. He wasn’t lying about how broad he was or his incredibly kind eyes. “Its so nice to finally meet all of you,” you say kindly, keeping your smile in place.

You shake hands with each of them. Hercules smile widens, John looks just as nervous, and Alexander looks a little indifferent.

You step back, not wanting to crowd them or be crowded.

“Its nice to meet you as well,” Hercules steps towards you with his smile still in place. “Laf has told us so much about you.” “All good things I hope,” you smile somewhat nervously.

“Only good things,” Alexander says from his place, still beside John.

You can see amusement in his eyes now, and you internally sigh in relief.

“He wasn’t lying about how beautiful you are either,” John smiles brightly at you and you understand why Laf talked about his freckles so much, you loved them.

You blushed at his words and bit your lip.

“Thank you,” you softly smile at him.

“Adorable. Check.” You look at Alexander who is smiling fully at you now. He walks over to you, offering his hand. You gingerly place your hand in his. “You’re even prettier up close,” he smirks as your blush deepens.

The rest of the day was wonderful and you liked each of them immensely by the time the day had ended. They felt the same, they didn’t want you to go that night. The next day they had formally asked you to join their relationship and wild horses couldn’t have kept you from saying yes.

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Now, two years later, you were in an amazing relationship and more in love than you had ever been.

You had a big smile on your face just thinking about your loves, and when you walked through the door, Herc noticed how happy you were.

“What are you so happy about, baby?”

“You,” you smile coming to sit on his lap.

He wraps his arms around you, happy to have you close.

“Me?” You nod.

“All of you, how wonderful you all are, and how much I love you. How unbelievably lucky I am.”

Your smile grows as you stare at him lovingly. He kisses your cheek, down your neck and nuzzles you there. You giggle and he looks at you adoringly.

“Were the luckiest men in the world to have you to love,” he smiles lovingly at you.

You blush at his words and hide your face in his neck.

Alex walks into the living room and sees you cuddled up to Hercules, he clears his throat. You look up at him smiling. He raises his eyebrows with a serious face, but you can see the mirth in his eyes.

“I hope you’re greeting all of us that way.”

You give Herc a peck on the cheek before hopping up from his lap and going over to Alex. He can’t contain his smile when he sees how happy you are and wraps his arms around you. You kiss him softly, and nuzzle his neck, making him almost giggle. You smile into his neck, kiss him there and look up at him.

Your smiles match and you give him one last peck, before going to look for your other lovers.

Alex joins Herc on the couch, snuggling up to him, they share their own sweet kiss and just before you turn the corner you can see Alex blush as Hercules whispers something to him. You giggle as you make your way down the hall.

You find John in the bedroom, spread out on the bed with his eyes closed. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to surprise him, you walk in quietly before jumping on the bed next to him.

He opens his eyes as you startle him, shaking his head and chuckling.

“Hey baby girl,” he smiles up at you.

“Hi,” you smile sweetly at him.

He pulls down on top of him, holding you close.

“What are you up to?”

“Just wanted to say, hello.”

“That was quite a hello,” he chuckles.

“That wasn’t it,” you caress his cheek, “this is.”

You lean down softly, slowly pressing your lips against his. He follows you as you lift your head, wanting to kiss you longer. You giggle as he flips you and kisses your neck.

“I’m supposed to do that.”

“What?” he looks down at you confused.

“This,” you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle him. He hums and chuckles as you place a kiss there.

“Why are you supposed to do that? Not that I mind.”

“I did it to Herc and Alex, and thought I should spread more of the love.”

He laughs and kisses your nose.

“Well, thank you, baby girl.”

“You’re welcome,” you kiss his cheek, “now let me up, so I can say hello to Laf.”

He pretends to think about it, keeping you pinned beneath him.

“You could just stay here,” he leans down tickling your neck.

“Jack,” you laugh out.

You’re able to get a free hand and tickle his side, making him fall back on the bed. You jump up quickly, knowing he’ll pin you down if he got the chance.

“I’m getting you back for that, baby girl,” he points at you as you leave.

You blow him a kiss and make your way further down the hall and see Laf exiting the shower.

“Mon ange,” he smiles at you and opens his arms to embrace you.

You wrap your arms around his waist and place kiss on his chest, looking up at him.

“Did you need the bathroom, mon amour?”

You shake your head.

“No, I just wanted to say hello,” his smile widens.

You move your arms to his neck and get on your tip toes as he pulls you closer and leans down to meet you.

You kiss him just as you did the others, maybe slightly longer as he took over the kiss. You pull away kissing his neck and nuzzling him there.

“Mmm,” he kisses your temple, “that was a wonderful hello, mon ange.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile, kissing him on the jaw, and walking down the hall.

He smiles, watching you walk down the hallway to the living room.

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The next week you’re busy at school and working on an essay that was worth half your grade for the end of the year for your class with Mrs. Washington. You had a study date with Peggy for another class, but decided to come see Mrs. Washington in hopes that she would give you a few pointers before you finalized your paper and turned it in.

You walked into her classroom hoping to catch her. You see her office light on and walk towards her office. The door opens and you see Charles Lee, her teaching assistant.

“Hi, Mr. Lee, is Mrs. Washington here? I wanted to ask her some questions about the essay.”

“Unfortunately, she left early today, I was just locking things up actually.”

You nod your head with a frown, and shrug your shoulders.

“Thanks anyway,” you turn to walk away, when he stops you.

“I could help you,” he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

You think for a moment. A fresh pair of eyes couldn’t hurt, right? You nod your head with a smile and take out your paper from your bag.

He takes it and starts reading it over. You lean on the desk as you wait. He comes to sit next to you, a little too closely, but you figure he’s just focusing on your paper.

And then, it happens. His hand is on your thigh. You’re wearing a skirt today, it’s one of your longer skirts and you’re in shock as you see the fabric bunch up higher and higher as he moves his hand up your thigh. He gets closer and closer, he’s saying something about your paper, but you can’t hear. He’s almost there and you finally break out of your trance, shoving his hand off and jumping away from him.

He quickly grabs you, pushing you against the wall. You struggle against him, but he’s stronger. He takes your arms holding them above your head, his legs pinning yours to the wall. You can’t move, as hard as you try.

“You always look so pretty,” he whispers into your ear as he kisses your cheek.

You jerk your head away, tears springing to your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, not in front of him. How do I get away?

“Let me go,” you say forcefully, trying to push him off you.

He laughs sardonically, pressing another unwelcome kiss to your jaw. You jerk away and he only laughs more. He holds your wrists in one hand using his other to brush down your side, as he kisses your neck. “No,” you yell out. Tears starting to run down your cheeks.

You feel him loosen his hold as he touches your chest. You have enough room to give him a good shove and that’s exactly what you do. With all the strength you have you shove him away. He falls against the desk and you sprint for the door trying to escape.

He catches you before you can make it out of the classroom. He grabs your arm, squeezing it tightly.

“You little bitch,” he looks at mercilessly, “you think you can get away that easy.”

You struggle to get released from his grip as you both hear a knock at the classroom door. He releases you and a young man smiles from the door way, holding a package.

“Just a moment,” Charles quickly changes his demeanor, smiling.

He pretends to be giving you notes on your paper, his arm around your shoulders.

“You tell anyone and you’ll regret it,” he gives you a menacing look.

His eyes are wild and it terrifies you, you know it’s not am empty threat. You nod meekly.

He turns back to the young man and waves him in, as you make a quick exit. You quickly text Peggy cancelling your plans, knowing you couldn’t face anyone right now.

You run to the bathroom, trying to calm your breathing. Your tears run down your cheeks and you can’t keep your sobs from escaping you. You don’t know how long you sit there crying, but it feels like an eternity.

You’re finally able to calm yourself and when you realize that you would have to go home and face your boys, it’s like a switch goes off. You wash your face off, blow your nose, fix your hair and clothes. You make yourself look presentable and head home feeling almost empty.

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The first night was the hardest, the boys all noticed something was off, but you were so forcefully exuding your calm, happy nature, that they didn’t question it. You were almost in physical pain every time they touched you, but you held it all in. You took a shower, trying to scrub away everything. His touch, his words, the entire ordeal. Wishing you could erase the memory from your brain.

You slept restlessly that first night between Laf and Alex, both snuggling you close. You had to force yourself to at least seem relaxed. You pretended you had a early meeting on campus, just so you could get away.

And that’s where the lies started. You stayed away from home as much as possible. It broke your heart staying away from the boys, but you just needed a little time. Right? You just needed time to forget and once you did, it would be a distant memory. You told yourself this over and over, all the while he haunted your thoughts.

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The boys were worried that they had done something to upset you, they hardly saw you anymore. If you weren’t at Peggy’s, you were at work, and if you weren’t at work you were studying at the library. Even when you were home you were so distant. Your affection had been reduced to quick pecks on the cheek and quick one armed hugs. They hardly got a chance to put their arms around you, before you were gone.

They missed you so much. They missed kissing you, holding you, hearing your laugh, or seeing you dancing around the kitchen. They missed your silliness, caring nature, and sweet touch. They missed you.

They figured school was getting a little stressful, but it felt like something more. It wasn’t just stress and their minds running wild with reasons why you had been so distant. What if you didn’t want to be with them anymore? What if you had grown tired of them?

They shook those thoughts away, and told themselves it really was just stress. Since they’d had such a hard time catching you at home, they decide to surprise you at school and take you out to lunch. Unfortunately, only John and Hercules were able to come because Alex and Laf were swamped at work.

They wait outside your classroom, they don’t see you come out and their a little confused.

“Where is she?” John looks up at Hercules.

“Maybe she’s talking to Martha,” Herc takes Johns hand in his and walks into the classroom.

The boys had known George and Martha since they were in school a few years ago. Back then George had been a professor like his wife, but had since become the dean. They had taken to the boys as if they were their own and they all had grown very close.

They enter the classroom and find you’re not anywhere to be seen. Mrs. Washington notices them and waves them over.

“Hello boys,” she smiles warmly, opening her arms to hug them both.

“Hello, Martha,” they embrace her.

“How have you darling boys been?”

“We’ve been great Martha dear,” John smiles and kisses her cheek. He scans the room again. “Has our girlfriend, (Y/N) been here today?”

“No, she hasn’t,” Martha looks at them worriedly. “She’s been missing quite a bit of class lately, I’m very concerned.”

“How much class has she been missing?” Hercules and John both look confused.

You would never miss a class, unless you were sick or had some type of emergency.

“At least one class a week for the past month and a half.”

“We’ll have to talk to her about that,” Herc jokes, but both his and Johns mind are running wild trying to figure out what was going on.

“She’s keeping up with her work, I’m just a little worried,” she looks down at her watch. “I’m sorry boys I’ve got to go, but you’ll all have to come have dinner with me and George soon.”

They both give her a hug and smile at her as she leaves.

“What could she be doing when she’s supposed to be going to class?”

John shrugs his shoulders completely at a loss. You never kept things from them, this was so out of character for you.

Charles watches from across the room, a cynical smile crossing his lips. He approaches them switching his features to look concerned.

“(Y/N), she’s quite the beauty, isn’t she?”

They turn to look at him, both of them immediately wary of him. He seemed suspicious and shady.

“Look this is none of my business, but I’ve seen your girl around campus with another guy and they seem pretty close.”

He shrugs his shoulders and starts to walk away.

“But, like I said it’s none of my business. She is very fetching though, I’d hate to lose a lovely lady like her.”

“Wait,” John steps towards his retreating figure, “what’s your name?”

“Charles Lee,” he replies with a cocky grin as he makes his exit.

“That guy really rubs me the wrong way,” John comes back to Hercules. “Do you think he’s telling the truth?”

“I don’t know,” Herc wraps an arm around John and kisses his temple. “We should call Alex and Laf, tell them what happened.”

Neither of them want to listen to some guy they didn’t know, but you were missing class and you had been so distant. Were you seeing someone else? The question was ringing in their heads the rest of the day until they got home.

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As soon as Laf and Alex got home, they told them everything.

“She’s been missing class for a month and a half?” Alex shook his head.

“One class a week,” John sighs.

“Who was this guy that said she had been with someone else?” Laf looks hurt speaking the words out loud.

“His name was Charles Lee,” Herc says sadly.

“It can’t be true,” Laf looks at his lovers in disbelief.

“What else could it be?!” Alex grips his hair in frustration. “She’s been distant for over a month.”

They hear the front door open and see you stop, seeing them sitting in the living room. “Hi, loves,” you wave with a small smile. “I’m just gonna jump in the shower.”

You start to walk away, but Hercules voice stops you.

“Actually, cupcake, we’d like to talk to you.”

“About what?” you swallow nervously.

“We just want to know why you’ve been so distant,” Laf looks up at you with sad eyes.

Your heart aches, but you can’t say anything, you’re terrified of what Charles might do. Your boys were always your fearless protectors, but you can see Charles malicious stare in your head and you can’t risk them getting involved.

“I’ve just been swamped with work and school,” you lie for the millionth time.

Alex chuckles humorless.

“So swamped that you’ve been missing one class a week for over a month?” He looks at you accusingly.

“What?” your breath quickens. How did they find that out?

“Is there something you want to tell us, love?” Herc stares at you with hurt in his eyes.

You shake your head, trying to calm your breathing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Who have you been seeing?” John says firmly.

“What?” you ask again, becoming more confused.

“Stop!” Alex rises from his seat. “Stop lying and tell us who you’ve been seeing behind our backs!”

You had seen Alex angry before, but it had never been directed at you. You stepped back for a moment as you registered his words.

“You think I’m cheating on you?”

You’re completely taken aback, cheating. They thought you were cheating on them? You loved them more than anything.

“No,” Alex comes closer again, “I know you’re cheating on us.” He’s in front of you anger and hurt in his eyes.

“I’m not,” you say firmly, standing your ground. “I would never do that to any of you.”

“Then who have you been seeing, once a week for the past month, when you were supposed to be in class,” John stands next to Alex.

“No one,” you say trying to get them to believe you.

“Stop lying! We have a witness, we know you’ve been seeing someone else!”

“Who?! Who’s your witness?!”

You yell right back, your emotions becoming harder and harder to control.

“Some guy, named Charles Lee, for all I know it could be him. He looked like an ass though.”

The words hit you like a sledgehammer to your chest, you can’t breathe. Alex takes your silence as further proof.

“If you’re just going to keep lying to our faces, you should just leave!”

Tears spring to your eyes at Alex’s words. What hurt even more is that no one else said anything, and just like that the lid you held so tight, loosens.

“You want to know why I’ve been missing class once a week, for a month!?” You continue, not giving them a chance to answer. “Because Charles is there and I don’t want to see him! I don’t want to be anywhere near him because he makes my skin crawl!”

Tears are streaming down your face as everything you’ve been pressing down comes pouring out.

“Because the last time I was near him he slid his hand up my skirt, pushed me against a wall and t-touched me and k-kissed me,” you sob.

They’re all frozen in shock at your words.

“He wouldn’t let me go!” you shout, your sobs starting to take over. “I struggled, I tried to fight him, but he just held me down tighter,” your knees start to give out, John is there to catch you.

He’s heart broken when you push yourself away, crawl away from him and hugging your knees to your chest.

“P-please don’t t-touch me,” you whisper, tears still running down your face.

He turns back looking at your lovers, they all see you broken on the floor and their hearts all break at once.

Herc crawls over to you, careful not to touch you.

“Baby,” he says tears falling down his cheeks.

You look up at him. You look so scared.

“We just want to be here for you.”

You just let out another sob and curl up.

“You don’t love me anymore, I’m ruined.”

“Non, non mon ange,” Laf is next to Hercules in a flash. “You are so precious to us. We love you so much.”

“We love more than anything, baby girl.”

“You’re not ruined, love.” Alex catches your attention. “You’re so perfect.”

You look at each of them, tears running down their cheeks and all you want is to be in their arms.

“Can I touch you, cupcake?” Herc asks, as if reading your mind.

When you let out another sob and meekly shake your head. Their hearts crumble.

“Its okay baby, we’re still here.”

You slowly lift your head, barely able to see and reach out a hand. Laf reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles.

“Just this, for right now,” you whisper out, soft sobs still shaking your body.

“Okay, baby girl.”

“Do you want anything cupcake?”

You shake your head.

“Just sit here with me, please.”

“Of course, love.”

The rest of the boys are careful not to touch you, holding each other instead.

You sleep on the couch that night, your hand still clasped in Lafs. They didn’t dare move you.

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When you woke up the next morning, they got you to tell them everything. You held Hercs and Johns hand the entire time, finding strength in them.

“We have to report this to the school, love,” Alex says gently.

“What if he tries to do something?”

Your voice is small and worried. They all hate it.

“He won’t be able to do anything to you,” Alex clenched his fist, but softens when he sees your panicked eyes. “We won’t let him hurt you, love,” he says softer this time.

“Mon ange,” Laf places his hand over yours, “George is the dean he won’t let this man get away with what he did, and he’ll never be able to hurt you or anyone else.”

You look at each of your lovers, seeing nothing but love and encouragement, and softly nod your head.

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Laf was right George and Martha were infuriated.

“Who does he think he is?!” Martha shouts angrily.

She looks over at you and you seem so small, she’s instantly by your side. She wraps hers arms around you. You squeeze her back, resting your head on her shoulder and letting you tears flow freely, taking comfort in her motherly touch.

“Shh, my darling girl,” she kisses the top of your head, running her fingers through your hair, and lightly rocking you back and forth.

The men stare at you dolefully, wishing you didn’t have to go through this. The boys are heart broken, wishing they could comfort you and they’re instantly angered that he was able to take that away from them.

She pulls away to look at you, holding your face in her hands and brushing away your tears.

“I’m so sorry that this happened to you,” your tears continue to fall. “But, I want you to know that you didn’t deserve it, that you are wonderful and kind and beautiful.” She makes sure you’re looking at her. “He is a awful, horrible, heinous human being, and he had absolutely no right to do what he did. And none of this, absolutely none of this was your fault, do you understand me?”

You nod weakly, tears still streaming and she embraces you once more.

The boys see her make eye contact with her husband and they’ve never seen her look so cold. George responds with a silent nod, receiving his wife’s silent message.

They made sure he was removed from campus immediately, until further notice. George set up a therapist for you and for a moment you were relieved.

Unfortunately, without proper evidence they couldn’t keep him away. You went to school in fear of seeing him again. As soon as you found out that he would be on campus again, you had a panic attack. The boys had to call Martha to help calm you down because they couldn’t touch you without you going deeper into your panic attack. As Martha rocked you back and forth, helping you slow your breathing, and calms your sobs the boys sat around you.

“We’ll take you to school everyday, mon ange, we’ll even walk you to class.”

“And we’ll be there to pick you up,” Alex reassures you.

“We’ve already talked to Peggy and if we can’t be there, she’ll be and we won’t let him get near you.”

“He’s been transferred to the other side of the campus, dear, he won’t be anywhere near you,” Martha soothes you.

“George already talked to campus security and they’re going to make sure he doesn’t come near any of your classes,” John lightly touches your hand.

“Okay,” you whisper out between deep breaths.

The boys took extra precautions for you. One of them always took you to your morning class and Peggy was by your side the rest of the day and if she wasn’t Martha was.

You felt so grateful to have so many people to care for you and it made everything a little better.

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It had been three weeks since you told the boys, and both Alex and John had decided to take you to school this morning.

The therapist George had gotten had really helped you, you saw her three times a week and the boys were actually able to hug you now. They couldn’t touch your neck, chest, hips or thighs, but they were just happy to be able to touch you a little more.

You were walking in between them, hands intertwined with both of theirs. Alex lifts your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss there.

“Do you want a coffee, my loves?”

You and John smile brightly at him.

“Please,” you say in unison.

He winks at both of you, before going over to the coffee cart.

You and John walk slowly over to a bench, and he swings your clasped hands between you and you giggle at him. When you look at him, you see him staring at you.

“What?”

“I love you,” he smiles lovingly at you.

“I love you,” you kiss his cheek.

You both sit down and see Alex in line. You look over at John.

“Hey babe?” you smile sweetly, tilting your head.

“Yeah?” he smiles at you.

“I really want a blueberry muffin,” you look at him with pleading eyes.

He laughs, and kisses your forehead.

“I’m on it baby girl.”

He walks away and you can feel someone close to you, closer than they should be.

“Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easy, did you?”

You know that voice, your heart starts to race and breathing quickens. You jump away from it. He grabs your wrist pulling you up.

“You think you’ll get away with telling everyone?” His grip on your wrist tightens and you wince in pain. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s so focused on you, that he doesn’t see John coming right at him.

He tears Charles away from you, turns him around and punches him in the face. You fall back on the bench and you see Charles lunge at John, but he punches him again. Charles charges at him and they fall to the ground. John shoves him down to the ground throwing punch after punch and landing every one.

You’re about to go to John, but Alex stops you, his hands around your waist.

“No, love, you stay here.”

Alex waits for John to land a few more punches, before pulling him off.

“Don’t you ever touch her again!” He struggles against Alex, as campus security approaches.

“Enough, babe, that’s enough,” Alex whispers to John, trying to calm him. “Remember (Y/N).”

John looks over at you and sees you wringing your hands, your eyes full of worry. He walks over to you and you start inspecting him instantly. All he has is a scratch over his eye.

“He got you,” you brush your fingers over the mark.

“Not as bad as I got him,” he chuckles.

You look at him seriously, holding his face between your hands.

“Don’t ever do that again,” you rest your forehead against his.

“I’m fine, baby girl.”

“I don’t care.”

He grazes his nose against yours, and you move your head to his shoulder, your arms embracing each other.

“I won’t,” he holds you close and kisses your head.

“Thank you,” you sigh.

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Another month passes and it turns out that you weren’t the first woman Charles had assaulted. When you had come forward so had others, and if that weren’t enough, it turns out there’s cameras in every classroom and they caught your assault on tape.

He was banned from campus and you got a restraining order for him, and he was registered as a sex offender. John didn’t even get in trouble since there was a group of people stating he came to your defense. Last you heard, Charles had moved.

Things were finally getting back to normal. You grew more affectionate with your boys each day and they reveled on every kiss and touch you gave them.

With your therapy you came back to your loving, confident self. You wanted to surprise each of your boys and show them that they no longer had restrict their affections. You knew they all got home at different times during the week, giving you a good amount of time with each of them, and you started with John.

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He comes home first and you perk up as soon as you see him.

“Hi, babe,” you smile brightly as he joins you on the couch.

“Hey, baby girl.”

He sits next to you, kissing your temple and holds your hand. He leans his head back on the couch and sighs.

“Long day, love?”

“So long,” he rubs his eyes.

“I know what will make you feel better,” you smile brightly although he’s not looking at you.

“What’s that, baby girl?”

You straddle his lap and kiss all over his face. He chuckles and places his hands on your hips. When he realizes where his hands are in a ‘no touch zone’, he removes them, panicked.

“I’m so sorry baby girl, I didn’t mean to”-

“Jack,” you grab his face, making him focus on you. “Its okay.”

“It’s okay?”

You nod and smile brightly at him. He searches your eyes for any hint of hesitation or panic. When he sees none, he smiles, too. He hesitantly places his hands back on your hips, and sees your smile still in place, no trace of panic.

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him just as tightly. He pulls back to look at you.

“Still okay?”

You nod happily and he pulls you close and flips you down on the couch making you giggle.

“Sure?” he asks not wanting you to be uncomfortable.

“Positive,” you smile and pull him down for a long, loving kiss.

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Herc got his surprise the next day, when he was working from home. He was in his office and you slowly crept up behind him. Your arms went around his shoulders and you kissed his temple.

He places a gentle hand on your arm and kisses your hand.

“Hey cupcake,” he turns his chair around to look at you, “What happened to class?”

“Martha cut it short today,” you shrug your shoulders and smile.

“Well, that’s nice,” he smiles back. “I’ll just be in here working, baby.”

“Can I sit with you?”

You grin knowing he thought you meant in his office, but you really meant that you wanted to sit with him. More accurately, on his lap.

When he nods his approval, you plop yourself down on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles and looks at you smiling, seeing your big smile.

“I really have to work, darling, and as much as I love you on my lap, I can’t work with you sitting here.”

“I know,” you kiss his cheek, “I just want to give you something really quick.”

“What’s that?” he looks at you amused.

“You have to close your eyes first.”

He does as he’s told and you grab his hand and place it on the side if your neck. His eyes spring open and you smile encouragingly at his worried face.

“I’m okay,” you grab his other hand placing it on your hip, “it feels nice, I’m not scared.”

“You’re okay?” he asks, still unsure.

You nod. He slowly moves his thumb back and forth over your jaw, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. When he found none he continued. He ran his fingers through your hair, wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer. He only saw your smile grow and his finally did too.

“Cupcake,” you press your lips to his for a languid, sweet kiss. He reveled in the moment, he hadn’t been able to kiss you for months.

“I love you,” you whisper with your forehead against his.

“Not nearly as much as I love you.”

Before you’re able to disagree he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Alex was a bit harder to get alone, but because he would stay up late, you decided to surprise him one night he was working.

You found him sitting at the dining table, typing away on his laptop. You sit next to him, resting your chin on your hand and smile at him.

“What are you doing awake, my love?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smiles, eyes still focused on his work.

“I’m just finishing this up.”

“Okay, I’ll wait,” you tried to hide your smile when he looks over at you, trying to look serious.

“Babe,” he lifts an eyebrow at you.

“Babe,” you repeat, lowering your voice to sound like his.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“I’ll go back to bed, but I have to show you something first.”

“Okay,” he leans back, thinking it was something online.

“Close your eyes.”

When he stares at you confused you repeat yourself.

“Close your eyes.”

He complies this time, a small smirk on his lips. You take his hand and place it over your heart. His eyes fly open. He stares at his hand on your chest and looks at you wide eyed.

“I’m really okay,” you smile.

He moves his hand up to your neck hesitantly, staring at you. You nod in reassurance. He caresses your cheek and moves his hand to your hair. He hovers his other hand over your waist, looking at you to make sure it was okay.

You nod again with a small smile. He pulls you onto his lap and buries his face in your neck. When he hears you giggle, his heart soars. He holds you tighter and when he feels you nuzzle his neck, he knows you’re really okay. He pulls away to look at you.

“You’re beautiful.”

You smile shyly.

“That’s what you wanted to show me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

You laugh and then turn slightly serious.

“That’s not all.”

When he looks at you confused, you press your lips to his and pull him close to you. His arms go around you, squeezing you back and kisses you just as fervently. You both pull away slightly panting.

“Now, that’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

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Laf was the hardest to get to because he worked random hours every week, but you were able to get him alone Friday afternoon. He had just woken up from a nap and you had just gotten home from school.

“Mon ange,” he says sleepily from the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” you smile excitedly, making your way over to him.

“I wanted to be awake when you came home,” he smiles lazily at you.

“That’s sweet,” you smile up at him, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

You nod, biting your lip to contain your smile.

“Close your eyes.”

He complies easily and this time, instead going for the touch, you went straight for the kiss. You grabbed his face and placed your lips on his, softly at first, but it became passionate within seconds. You had been dying to kiss him and you were more than satisfied when his arms went around your waist. You sighed happily as you both pulled apart.

“Mon ange?” he asks, his forehead rested on yours.

You knew the question he was asking, but couldn’t pull out, his head still foggy from sleep.

“Its okay, I’m okay,” you brush your nose against his.

He pulls away to look at you, when he sees your small smile and flushed cheeks, he grins and picks you up. You giggle as he spins you around.

“Gil,” you laugh out as he places you on the counter.

“Do the others know?” he brushes hair out of your face.

You nod with a bright smile.

“I told them not to say anything, I wanted to surprise each of you.”

He pulls you close, kissing you softly and rests his forehead against yours.

“What a wonderful surprise, mon ange.”

That night you revel in the loving touch each of your lovers gives you, feeling the safety that was almost stolen from you. Their love making you feel special and free. The scars someone tried to leave on you, quickly healing with the love they gave.

[gameofthronesmarvelfanfics]

Character List

Marvel:

Bruce Banner

Peter Maximoff

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Clint Barton

Wade Wilson

Steve Rogers

Maria Hill

T’Challa

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Vision

X-Men:

Charles Xavier (James Mcavoy)

Erik Lehnsherr (Michael Fassbender)

Peter Maximoff

Logan Howlett (or James this confuses me)

Scott Summers

Jean Grey

Kurt Wagner

Ororo Munroe 

Hank McCoy

Sherlock:

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Molly Hooper

Eurus Holmes

Greg Lestrade

Doctor Who:

9th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

12th Doctor

13th Doctor 

Simm!Master

Missy

Captain Jack

Harry Potter:

Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Cho Chang

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Percy Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Marauders Era:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Next Gen:

Scorpius Malfoy

Albus Severus Potter

James Sirius Potter

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Newt Scamander

Tina Goldstien

Queenie Goldstien

Percival Graves

Credence Barebone

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

JJ

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Chuck

Kevin Tran

Michael

Crowley

Charlie Bradbury

Merlin:

Merlin

King Arthur

Sir Gwaine

Sir Lancelot

Sir Percival

Sir Leon

Sir Elyan

Sir Mordred

Morgana

Star Trek (AOS):

Leonard ‘Bones’ Mccoy

Spock

Jim Kirk

Pavel Chekov

Nyota Uhura

Montgomery Scott

Hikaru Sulu

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton

Phillip Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

James Madison

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette (yes i typed this, im that weird)

John Laurens

Hercules Mulligan

George Washington

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

King George III (I’m british so i cringed typing this)

Maria Reynolds

Game of Thrones:

Jaime Lannister 

Jon Snow

Jorah Mormont

Cersei Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Ned Stark

Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

Robb Stark

Petyr Baelish

Joffery Baratheon

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark (platonic for now, i’m only on season 4)

Gendry Waters

Khal Drogo

Daenerys Targaryen

Catelyn Stark

Samwell Tarley

Tormund Giantsbane

Brienne of Tarth

Bran Stark

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Eleven

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair 

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Max Mayfield

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

Rory Monahan

Star Wars:

Poe Dameron

Kylo Ren

Rey

Finn

Hux

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

If I haven’t put a character here just ask if I write for them or not. Then I can add it if I do.

[ao3feed-hamliza]

by gloryasme

(Various Hamilton x Reader) After being reminded about a History essay you have to complete in a week, you get some... unexpected guests with helpful information.

The first few chapters (character introductions) are longer than actual chapters. Okay? COOL.

Words: 5821, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Hamilton - Miranda (Broadway Cast) RPF, Sanders Sides (Web Series), Cartoon Therapy (Web Series), 21 Chump Street - Miranda

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Reader, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, George Washington, George III of the United Kingdom, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Martha Manning, Adrienne de Lafayette, Elizabeth Sanders Mulligan, Theodosia Prevost Burr, Martha Wayles Jefferson, Dolley Madison, Martha Washington, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Angelica Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Maria Reynolds, Sally Hemings, Eliza Jumel, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Sleep | Remy Sanders, Dr. Emile Picani, Justin Laboy, Naomi Rodriguez, Shannon Light (Oc), Aroura Blake (Oc), Jordan Lee (Oc)

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Reader, John Laurens/Reader, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Reader, Hercules Mulligan/Reader, Thomas Jefferson/Reader, James Madison/Reader, Aaron Burr/Reader, Morality | Patton Sanders/Deceit Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler (past), Alexander Hamilton/Maria Reynolds (past), John Laurens/Martha Manning (past), Adrienne de Lafayette/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette (past), Hercules Mulligan/Elizabeth Sanders Mulligan (past), Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost Burr (past), Aaron Burr/Eliza Jumel (past), Thomas Jefferson/Martha Wayles Jefferson (past), Sally Hemings/Thomas Jefferson (past), Dolley Madison/James Madison (past), Justin Laboy/Naomi Rodriguez (one sided), George Washington/Martha Washington, George III of the United Kingdom/Reader, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz/George III of the United Kingdom (past), Dr. Emile Picani/Sleep | Remy Sanders

Additional Tags: HAMLTON BASED SO EFF OFF WITH UR 21 CHUMP STREET OR SANDRS SIDES OKAY? COOL, Remy is an undercover cop like Naomi, Remy is married to Emile, Virgil is trans, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Deceit is somewhere???, Good Deceit Sanders, Logic - Logan Neary, Creativity - Roman Adams, Morality - Patton Everlong, Anxiety - Virgil Adams, Deceit - Dallas Adams, Roman Virgil and Deceit are brothers, Sleep - Remy Rider, switching POV, reader lives away from homophobic mother, Pansexual Patton Sanders, Bisexual Virgil Sanders, Asexual Logan Sanders, Gay Roman Sanders, Justin is a crushing dork, Logan secretly wants to adopt him

[legrandepapillon]

Merry Christmess (mullwashette)

Summary: This is why George can’t take these two anywhere. Prompt: ‘You haven't experienced the gift of Christmas until you lose all of your signif(s) at the mall.’ ‘That's a pity.’ ‘No, I pity the mall intercom announcing their stupidity.’ Author’s Notes:  This was prompted by PlagueBirbizzle on AO3 (y’all go check out their hamilton monster reincarnation au it is THE SHIT. good shit, my guys, good shit)

also yes, I know Christmas has passed. i wrote this during christmas time and am just now getting around to posting it. Also, I’m sorry it’s so short. My muse for writing has been… basically nonexistent. But I wanted to finish this because I didn’t want to keep anyone waiting longer than they have to.

George briefly pauses in the middle of a busy intersection of the mall, eyes darting between the heavily crowded walkways and his watch. He, Lafayette and Hercules had originally agreed to meet up at the food court to get a snack after a long day of Christmas shopping. However, after his two lovers ran into their friends, those plans had seemed to change—and now despite texting each of them what felt like far too many text messages, and having all of his calls go to voicemail, he can't find them.

When they'd arrived, Laf and Hercules had wanted to go Christmas shopping for him and each other. Of course, George didn't mind that at all—it gave him the chance to get the special presents that he'd been planning to buy for them for several months now.

And he'd got a good holiday discount price on the gorgeous wedding bands the jeweler had to offer. Happy Birthday, Jesus.

However, now he's resorted to searching around the vast mall for them. He'd been called into his office at the last minute—there had been a litany of public slanders against his name ever since the tabloids caught a photo of him, Hercules and Lafayette enjoying a date night, and the newest was  as well as several rumors that one of his significant others was a paid escort. Of course, it was nonsense, but that didn't mean he could let this rumor continue to circulate without addressing it. He needed to do a press conference, do some damage control. And he wanted—no, he needed Laf and Herc to be there. Needed the people to hear it from their mouths, too. This time, the election and whether or not he won was floating on his reputation, and he'd already lost a large amount of conservative votes when they'd been found out. He couldn't afford to lose the seat to Henry Laurens.

But they weren't answering, and he couldn't find them, and James Madison and Aaron Burr are absolutely no help.

“Maybe I can ask them to announce them from the intercom…” George hums in thought, having given up on finding them in the plethora of crowds and now changing his search to find a mall employee that wasn’t already busy assisting someone else.

"You haven't experienced the gift of Christmas until you lose all of your signifs at the mall,” James says, before taking a long obnoxious slurp from his iced coffee. George briefly looks over his shoulder to glare at him, while Aaron pipes up with:

"That's a pity. Awful way to experience the holidays."

"No, what's a pity is using the mall intercom to announce their stupidity,” James retorts, tossing the last of his coffee into the trash can. “They've probably gotten in trouble with mall security.”

“You two are useless,” George snaps in annoyance, though he's making his way to the first mall cop that he sees. The man is leaning boredly on his segway, typing away on his phone and ignoring the vast amounts of people that could be stealing anything from anywhere.

“Excuse me, sir,” the politician says, when he's within hearing distance. The man looks up, eyes drooping from exhaustion and annoyance, and quirks an eyebrow. “Do you happen to know where your security office is?”

“No, sir, I work there but have no clue of where it is,” the man—Jack, his name tag reads—deadpans, looking more and more fed up by the second. Behind him, James snickers and he can tell Aaron is attempting to hold back his own laughter.

“Can you take me there, please?” Washington asks through gritted teeth, ignoring them in favor of finding his signifs. Sighing, Jack powers up his segway and begins to move through the crowds — just barely slow enough that George and his inept entourage can keep up. Its a fairly long trek, a walk that George hopes is fruitful. The conference was in an hour, and they still needed to go home and change into something media worthy. He couldn't afford to waste time going into the very bowels of the mall, only to not find the two people he was looking for.

However, he strikes lucky. When Jack guides them into the small room that apparently acts as a holding cell, he finds his lovers and their friends sitting slightly bruised and bored on one side of the room while three security guards sit annoyed on the other side of them. Oh boy.

“What happened, here?” George asks, turning to the security officer that had apparently broken up whatever happened. He can tell it was him due to the large phallic shaped bruise on the side of his face.

“They were fightin’, sir. From what I can understand, they're obviously children—” the cop glares at his significant others and their merry band of idiots—all of whom have begun silently snickering to themselves. “—and they got into the erm… adult toys in a store and were fighting with each other like they were lightsabers.”

Lafayette chooses now to speak up, explaining with, “Alex started it! He bruised me, Papa, look!”

“Yeah, but he hit me back!” Alex snaps, thankfully glossing over the fact that Lafayette just called him ‘Daddy’. Hercules and Thomas seem to be thoroughly amused—though they seem to have joined in, as they're not exactly unmarked themselves. George sighs for what seemed to be the billionth time that afternoon.

“Can I at least take them home?”

“Sure. But they're banned from that particular store.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, George let's out one final exasperated sigh. At least this wasn’t getting out to the media.

“Of course they are.”

[ao3feed-lams]

Statues

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ji00Iz

by Random_Soul

There is an urban legend, that a man's soul was broken off into five pieces and put into five people. When one of those people died, their statue would magically appear and wait for the others to come and complete them, waiting centuries to be whole once again. Of course, tourists from all over the world come to take cool pictures and pull pranks.

For Aaron Burr, a video that his friend wanted to take turns his whole world upside down.

Words: 2091, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 22 of Aaron Burr x Hamilsquad

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler

Relationships: Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr/John Laurens, Aaron Burr/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Aaron Burr/Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton/Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, John Laurens/Hercules Mulligan, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr/Everyone

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fantasy elements, Soulmates, Sort Of, George Washington is a Dad, Thomas Jefferson is a Good Bro, Protective Thomas Jefferson, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Pre-Poly, Polyamorous Pack, Holly Poly, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Crack, Fluff and Crack, I Don't Even Know

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Okay

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by Random_Soul

Aaron Burr is not okay

Words: 4341, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Aaron Burr x Hamilsquad

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Lafayette, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler

Relationships: Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr/John Laurens, Aaron Burr/Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton/Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, John Laurens/Hercules Mulligan, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Poor Aaron Burr, Thomas is a good bro, Aaron burr needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Polyamory, George Washington is a Dad, I'm Sorry, Lack of Communication, Explicit Language

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