#hamliza au

[kyleetryme]

hamliza for this beautiful au my friend made!

[bearbug55]

Hamilsquad HIGHSCHOOL AU Ref Sheets!! Burr included because he is part of the hamilsquad argue with the wall!

AAAAAAGH THE GIRLS ARE NEXT!

the girls will be here.. tomorrow.. jeje..

[pippasop]

hamilton au where everyone suddenly speaks a different language and can’t understand each other.

What language would Peggy and Angelica speak?

[hamilfreak]

MORE DETECTIVE AU 😇😇😇

heh.... DETECTIVE AU ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I will drop the other character references in a different post im tired rn, BUT heh...

burr, John, Eliza, Angelica, hercules, and Lafayette are all SUSPECTS of Hamiltons disappearance......

[betsey-laurens-hamilton]

attention ELAMS ONESHOT john survived au!

I can't believe I haven't posted this. it's one of my favorite one shots ever. its john and eliza, he gets to the hamilton household alive and well after everyone thinks he was dead bc he wouldn't send letters to alexander for a while. its giving he wasn't dead he was just depressed

anyway enjoy!! I love them so much! 🥹

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“He looks happy.”

John looked over at the woman standing near the counter. He struggled a little to keep his eyes plainly open but did his best nonetheless.

“Alexander?”

“Yes. You two are a good fit.”

A little smile made its way to Eliza’s lips and she gently dipped some cotton into an alcohol-based solution.

“Well, I appreciate that.”

Laurens winced when Elizabeth placed the cotton on one of his open wounds, though maybe that was just because he had relaxed and completely forgot to prepare for the pain.

“Fuck.”

“It’s about the third time I hear you curse in the past hour, Mr. Laurens, you sound like a sailor.”

His blue eyes darted to her. Eliza was focused on his wound, however, she managed to sneak a touch of a fun tone to her voice. She was not very serious about what she’d said. He snickered after a few seconds staring at her, and shook his head.

“Sorry, Mrs. Hamilton.”

“Please call me Eliza. As appealing as the title is to me, I feel like we should be going past formalities by now.”

“Eliza. Sorry, Eliza.”

Both of them chuckled a little bit, looking and sounding a tad shyer than they usually did.

“I am merely messing with. How did you manage this wound, by the way? My husband has spoken several times of your endearing ease to get yourself in trouble. The war is already over, what could you be up to?”

“Well…” Laurens sighed. “I was simply serving my duty to the country. Fighting for the land. The british are yet to leave us alone fully.”

“Are those battles not more dangerous than the previous ones?”

“Sometimes.”

Eliza stared up at John from the wound for a few seconds. He shrugged.

“Well… Alexander has also spoken of his desire to see you again, written letters quite a few times, yet you never seem to acknowledge it.”

John frowned, eyes on her once again focused face. She was bold, that mistress of his companion. Perhaps why they fit so well.

“A man on duty can’t give everything up to pay a friend a visit any time he wishes, no matter how much he might wish otherwise.”

“No, but you have had plenty of free time despite your efforts to keep yourself busy, so I’ve heard.”

“I do get busy with things other than battles. I have personal matters, do I not?”

“Exactly what we are talking about, Mr. Laurens. I was just quite curious about the reason my husband’s best friend would rather not show up to his wedding day.”

John couldn’t help his cheeks from warming up at Mrs. Hamilton’s comment. Did she know he had also been invited by her husband to the aftermath of it? Was it something that they had thought of together or was she oblivious to the entire situation? John couldn’t even begin to wonder how a woman like her would react to such indecent ideas. There was, however, a curious spark about it, hidden away…

“John?”

“Uhh…”

Eliza wiped the soaked cotton over his wound one last time, ripping a wince out of him.

“I’m not angry at you, John. Alexander might be a little, but I’m not. I am quite curious, though, but I don’t want you to speak on subjects you may not be comfortable with or find displeasing.” Eliza collected the dirty cottons and stood up, scaring Laurens slightly. “Stay. Are you alright?”

He just looks at her, blue guilty eyes and a hard swallow followed by an apology and yes. A few seconds later, Eliza returned with bandages and a glass of water.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. If you feel better, sit up a tad.”

And then he did as said, holding in a grunt of pain.

Eliza worked in silence for a few seconds. Sometimes, she’d glance up at him, but John was unaware, having closed his eyes. Just tight enough, Schuyler wrapped bandages around his arm, making sure to soothe any rough patches beforehand.

“You know, your hair resembles wheat.”

“Hm?” Laurens blinks his eyes open, slightly unaware of his surroundings. Eliza worked like an angel, so much better than any nurse ever did and, god, he was tired.

“The blonde in your hair. I knew it reminded me of something. It’s wheat in the morning sun.”

A breath got stuck in his throat. How was he supposed to hold on much longer?

John swallowed.

“Specifically morning sun?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Mr. Laurens!” Eliza abruptly looked up at him.

“John. Call me John.”

“Fine. John, how come you do not know the difference? You’re an artist as far as I know…” She sighed. “The morning sun is… well, definitely less yellow, leaning more into a whiter shade of sunlight. It hits the wheat and reflects a light beige, a beautiful one at that. It’s different.”

He stays in silence for a brief second, only to realize there’s a smile on his face.

“It’s…” Eliza sighed, cheeks flushing slightly but also quite a smiley expression. “It’s one of the most beautiful hours of the day. I wish Alexander would rise earlier more often, just to appreciate the daylight and the fresh air of mornings.”

“I would always try to convince him back in army days…”

“And would it work?”

“Definitely not,” He chuckled.

Eliza joined in with quiet giggles.

“I forced him out of bed sometimes for a walk. He despised it.” John added.

“He has the loveliest grumpy morning face.”

“He does…”

Both of them lean gently into their smiles, sighing in content one after the other. John, however, quickly noticed what he said and shot Eliza an indiscreet wide gaze, which the brunette met with a calm, yet aware one. A knowing, very discreet gaze.

Heavens, did she know?

Laurens rapidly cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Either way we never spent too much time out, General Washington always had plenty of work to do, much more pleasant for him.”

“Yes, the writing?” Eliza finished up the bandage, checking it around a few times.

“Yes.”

“Hide the pen and present him with a sweet activity once he comes asking for it. Just a tip… Well,” She grinned. “You’re all done, Mr. La.. John. You’re done, John. I suppose I should leave you to rest.”

“Thank you, Eliza. Truly.”

“It’s nothing, John. Good night, just shout if you need something.”

He chuckled, meeting her gaze a last time before she opened and closed the door behind herself.

“Good night, ‘Liza.”

[presidentkittycherk]

Hamilton lactation i wanna see how it goes

@marquisdelafayetteforreal ... heh

oh freaky anon where have you beeeen send more on god im up to the task

[reiimicxii]

ironically, alex is bad at rapping

(this is apart of my little highschool au :D)

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

elams multiverse!

song is uh-oh, when love comes to town by talking heads!

drawings under the cut

[icarusbetide]

modern au hamilton relinquishes the aux cord to his kids and complains about the trash youngsters listen to these days, as per dad humor, until angelica turns on i bet on losing dogs. when philip and angelica finally realize it's way too quiet they stop kicking each other to look at him through the rearview mirror and he's got tears running down his cheeks. he pulls over, gets out of the car, slams the door shut, and calls his wife. pip & angelica sit in the backseats in silence learning horrific dad lore through the muffled car windows while betsey deals with her husband who is totally fine but also choking down sobs as he's saying that he's fine and he's just being silly also he forgot to get the specific hot sauce she likes so they're probably going to run a little late so she shouldn't start dinner yet.

[hlples-s]

"you're divorced bro" ✸ Alexander Hamilton & Elizabeth Schuyler

Note: Before you start, I want you to know that I am not an "active" or "good" writer. I do this for mere entertainment and practice. i will do a masterlist of this (⁠*⁠ﾉ⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♫

warning: none / word count: 623 we are making progress!! / angst(?) comedy at some point (?) / tags: @hamliza-trash @shooter4rhaenyra bcs this is your idea and i just love it fr 🫶🏻/ modern au hamliza - hamgang 👥

These past few months have been difficult for Hamilton. 3 months ago, he didn't just break up with the love of his life (as he often says), but it was all his fault (although he denies it). His divorce from Elizabeth was what caused him to fall to the bottom of the food chain — in Jefferson's words — "you fell, you rose, and you fell again like the stock market." Alexander just rolled his eyes as always trying not to fall back into that thought of: "if only..." we all know that "if only" does not exist.

—yo' me, John, and Hercules are going to the pool hall together. Do you want to come?— Lafayette asked with a genuine face. Alexander looked at him, took off his glasses, and rubbed his face with both hands.

—I don't know, bro. My wife asked me to buy some things for the kids. I highly doubt I'll be free this afternoon... —Alexander sighed as he listened to that damn laugh he hated, Jefferson approached his chair hugging him from the side as if he were something "cute"

— I remind you, Hammy, that you don't have a wife... she's your ex... you're divorced, dear —Jefferson and Lafayette laughed in unison as if it were a big joke. Alexander hit Thomas's arm, looking at him with a very, very angry face. Although the truth hurt, she was no longer his wife...

— Thomas, this isn't a game anymore. I always pass it to you, but not now. Let me live out my grief! — he said as he stood up from his chair, scolding him like a little kid.

— Hey, calm down, cowboy. May I remind you what made Elizabeth divorce you? And yet you have the nerve to get angry about it?— Jhon arrived at the office, due to the screams that were heard and if there was one thing he knew how to do it was to shut up Alenxander, he sighed while his eyes glared at him— You were unfaithful to her, and yes, you've already told us your version a thousand and one times, but that doesn't mean that what hurt Eliza the most was that you did it in the bed where you both slept.

—EW! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT PART, YOU'RE A PIG HAMILTON.— Alexander just rolled his eyes at Jefferson and John's comment, although it was true he wanted them both to shut up.

And the situations where he told Eliza his wife continued, the boss of his company had lost his mother, all the employees went to the funeral, Eliza sent him a message:

"Hey, Are you coming to pick up the kids late? Why didn't you let us know?"

Alexander quickly answered that:

"I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'm at a funeral."

"oh sorry... who died?

"my boss's mother"

"oh my god... My condolences, don't worry if you can't get there soon... just be careful, see you."

The urge to say I love you was too much, but he controlled himself. He sighed as he remained in the funeral chairs, watching his boss in disarray. He stood up and cleared his throat.

—Mr. Washington... my wife and I offer our most sincere condolences. I know it's not easy, the loss of someone like a mother will nev- — His speech was interrupted by a mocking laugh that was nearby. Mr. Washington turned with an angry and discontented face to look at Thomas.

— you're divorced bro...—Thomas burst out laughing again. Mr. Washington gave a sideways smile and shook his head, sighing. These jokes were never going to end and now... he was taking them with a certain comedy...

Although this time he came for his children with his fist shattered from hitting Jefferson's face. That was pure comedy.

[kyleetryme]

HYPERPIGMENTATION 💜

[bearbug55]

Writing has begun! Heres more doodles to keep the beast sated! HIGHSCHOOL AU

hamilband

listen to your friends

achilles— er, alexander.. get off the roof..

spanish speakers (does anyone know the song tj is singing?)

finally, the bullet! shes here she’s real. also my first time drawing k.george so his design might change. Do we like the dark background doodles?

Also since i’ve started writing, i need a beta reader ;x; any writers with freetime and hamilton hyperfixations wanna help me out? jeje..

[pippasop]

Draw historical hamliza pklpiooolssssplsss

Read out your poems to me

[hamilfreak]

that damn layz head asshole @presidentkittycherk was too busy drawing jeffmads freak to draw the 70s au Eliza and Hamilton references so as Jesus had to, I carry this cross of having to do it myself...

[jeffmadsenthusiast]

my precious my queen i love her

[presidentkittycherk]

ST CHROMA - PRESENTABLE DRAFT

been feeling the hamilton family DRAMA lately. have such a feeling about it. so proud of this too i put alot of time in it and coloring it is gonna make me wanna dieeeeeee but it needs it but im gonna take a break before i do cuz i dont know if i wanna color it "realisticly" ot more color blocky but ill decide soon.... also not sure if "philip never hurt a soul..so scared" was the best quote but i wanted it to tie back 2 the begeining idc if its a little corny but im not sure if it works.