#hamria

[jade-doodles-questionmark]

Tango Maureen, but Maria

so, Tango Ma... ria

a very dear & big brained friend inspired this au and my life hasnt been the same since 

inspiration: Tango Maureen

[mojo72400]

Peggy teases Alex and Eliza (Hamiltots AU)

Peggy: Eliza and Alex sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Alex and Eliza: *blush*

Angelica, Laurens and Maria: *crying*

Peggy: Angelica, why are you crying? Why are you also crying Laurens and Maria?

Angelica, Laurens and Maria: *in unison* Nothing.

[athy-art]

When you say it like that, got me fallin right back.

[whaat-the-actual-fuck]

Hamilton: My best friend died so I tried to bury myself in my work, but it still hurts.

Maria: My husband is abusive and I’ve been looking for a way out.

Hamilton: Did you bring the condoms?

Maria: Yeah.

[elizabethhamilton1780]

@hammex literally nothing I said in that post says that other people can’t ship marliza/hamria. It’s just odd and problematic in my opinion, given the history behind the figures, and it plays a big part in Eliza erasure. Jamilton is a whole other thing entirely that has zero historical context, so it’s different than marliza or hamria. Still weird af in my opinion, but whatever, people like what they like. So yes, people can ship whatever they want, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have consequences. Also, not directed at you but tumblr in general. Please quit shipping real people. It’s really weird and can be harmful to the people in their lives.

[ninetyninepercentbetterthan-blog]

‘ I push up on my toes, you call me "sweet thing" And breathin' down your neck, your body screaming And you thought that you were the boss tonight 

Said this ain't what you usually do And a girl like me is new for you And I can tell you mean it cause you're shakin'

And when you start to look at me, a physical fatality And you surrender to the heat, you'll know

This is heaven in hiding ‘

Heaven in hiding - Halsey x

[k-dot-ham-blog]

Maria Reynolds is a Victim.

ATTENTION MARA SLUT SHAMERS:

Her husband basically prostituted her.

Stop being asshats.

[jamalam]

Mon Cher

@virusap

“Your wife,” Maria murmurs, staring at Alexander from across the bed, the sheets still tangled around their legs and wrinkled like a well-loved love letter from forever ago. “You’re going to leave her, right?”

Alexander kept his eyes closed, continuing to breathe in a steady, deep pattern in effort to keep up the illusion of sleep. These sort of illusions were his speciality- magic sparked from his fingertips and spells were cast with each syllable he uttered. But his truest power had never particularly been avoiding questions. He always turned around and faced each problem head-on, unfearing and unwavering in his confidence that he was correct. Sometimes, though, the problem would would be the one that stood still, ready and waiting for an answer.

“I know that you’re awake,” Maria whispered, her voice thickly laced with disappointment and unsurety. “Simply answer me- she’s not here, you aren’t obligated to answer to her, simply me, my dearest Alexander.”

He could not help but flinch at the woman’s words, the familiar nickname on her lips sounds so peculiar, so distinctly different when it was not Eliza speaking it. His wife’s voice was always as clear as the crystals that shone on her favorite jewelry, the ones that Alexander had gotten her to commemorate their anniversary. Maria’s voice, however, was nearly impossible to compare to Eliza’s. When Maria spoke, it was thick smoke pouring out of a dragon’s mouth, sinking around sharp fangs that never cut quite deep enough to bleed onto her already crimson lips.

“Mon cher,” Alexander whispered, his voice hoarse from having only recently awoken. ‘Mon cher’, he reminded himself- in French it translated to many things: Expensive, being one of the definitions was fairly accurate. She was definitely the most expensive, most emotionally draining stress relief he’d ever indulged in. Always ‘cher’, never ‘cheri’. Eliza was his cheri. But when the sun had barely yet risen, and he found himself beside a gorgeous woman, what difference was a singular letter? The difference was years of love and trust that would surely be fractured if his wife were to know. “I think it is rather early- shouldn’t you be getting home? Someone may see you if you do not leave soon.”

“Not to worry, my darling dearest,” Maria assured him, pushing herself closer and wrapping her arms behind his neck. She gazed up at him with wide, sparkling brown eyes, dark as the midnight sky that so often cloaked their actions that felt too right to be wrong. “I know for a fact that you are being forced to take the day off of work. And since it is far too humid to be out for long today, I imagine that you won’t have any errands to run. We could spend the day together, stay in bed, or you could read one of those wonderful writings to me, or I could lay in your lap as you work and work and work, which is all you really do.”

“Maria, that is not the best idea,” Alexander pointed out, unable to pull his gaze away from the hopeful gleams in his lover’s eyes. “What if someone has to come and visit or drop off important documents? How would I explain the presence of a nude woman in my home?”

“Simple,” Maria replied, pressing soft kisses to Alexander’s chest like autumn leaves drifting to the ground as the trees were painted into empty winter variations of themselves. “You keep the door locked, and I remain at least half-clothed for most of the day…”

“...I’ll consider it, mon cher,” Alexander whispered after a moment of careful consideration. No one was likely to bother him during the day, and any documents could be mailed to him. Eliza wouldn’t be home for another two months at the very least, so there was no need to worry about that. But if he allowed Maria to stay, she may get the wrong idea. That their relationship was anything more than merely a physical one, that his feelings for her included ones other than deep, all-consuming lust.

“Thank you, my dearest,” Maria sighed happily, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek in joy that she made no attempt to mask. “And we aren’t to worry about Elizabeth, since you are to divorce her, yes?”

“If I divorce her, it will be quite the tedious process, mon cher. It would take a very long time, and then there is the matter of our children as well,” Alexander pointed out, doing his best not to bite his lip, which Maria knew by now was a sign of him being anxious. It had taken her four weeks to figure that specific detail out about him- it had only taken Eliza two and a half weeks.

“My daughter has always wanted to have brothers and sisters- the house is far too quiet when it’s just the two of us,” Maria supplied, smiling even wider at the thought of such a family. “I suppose step-siblings are not precisely what she wished for, but since I am unable to have any more children, I think it would be perfectly wonderful for her! Oh, could you imagine the Christmases? We’d have a tall tree, of course, with silver tinsel and bright red bauble ornaments, much alike the color of my dress. Do your children like books on specific subjects- well, I suppose they’ll be our children once we make it all official, won’t they?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves- we still have today, and I intend to enjoy it with you,” Alexander quickly told her, cutting off Maria’s particular trail of thoughts. “Tell me, do you prefer to put on lipstick before or after we eat breakfast?”

“We’re to spend the day together?” Maria asked, still smiling in joy and embracing Alexander tightly, pressing her face against his chest, giggling softly. “Oh, I just knew you’d want to be with me today, my dearest Alexander! I love you with all my heart…”

“...I love you too, mon cheri.”

[minervajeanlupin]

Ms. Maria Reynolds Walked Into My Life (2/?)

Other Chapters: [x]

To say that Maria Reynolds was confused in the morning would be an understatement. When she awoke and looked around, she immediately realized she wasn’t in her bedroom and started to panic. The only way this could have happened was if she was at the house of someone she had just slept with, which would be bad as the mornings after were always awkward for her. The men (and a few women, though that had only been before she had gotten married) would try to make uncomfortable small talk or want to go for a second round, which she rarely had energy for.

She was completely confuddled, and more than a little frightened, when she remembered what had occurred last night, how Mrs. Hamilton had caught her husband and her in bed. She flushed slightly, embarrassed at what the woman, who had looked so kind and pretty, must think of her.

But her disorientation was only heightened when she went downstairs after mustering up her courage.

“Hello Maria.” Mrs. Hamilton called cheerfully as she made breakfast in the kitchen. “Did you sleep well?”

“H-hello Mrs. Hamilton,” Maria said nervously, unsure of why the woman hadn’t thrown her out of the house in a rage yet. It wouldn’t be the first time. “I slept well, thank you.” The woman wrinkled her nose.

“Don’t call me Mrs. Hamilton, it sounds too formal. Call me Eliza instead,” she invited. Maria nodded, still deciding to tread carefully. Alexander walked in from another room and Maria tensed up, not sure what to expect.

“Oh, hello Maria. And good morning, Betsy.” He kissed his wife on the cheek and she smiled. “I have to go to work soon, but why don’t we all have breakfast together first?” Maria blinked, unused to such generosity, but made her way to the table once Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. Breakfast wasn’t nearly as awkward as she had been expecting. The food was amazing, and though she was much poorer than the Hamiltons than she’d like to admit, she remembered her manners and was polite. The Hamiltons talked to each other but it didn’t feel like they were discluding her. She liked hearing them talk together.

Once breakfast was over, Alexander left with a promise to start on her divorce case as soon as possible, to which Maria thanked him profusely. She helped Mrs. Hamilton clear the dishes in a house that suddenly seemed much too quiet without Alex’s energy.

“Did you sleep in that dress?” Mrs. Hamilton asked her. She nodded. “Well, that won’t do. You can borrow one of my gowns.”

Maria followed Eliza up, still unable to believe that someone could possibly be this kind (and attractive, as well. The Hamiltons were a dangerous duo). Eliza pulled on her gowns from the closet, a simple but elegant white dress.

“Do you need help removing your corset?” she asked. Maria shook her head, blushing. She wasn’t actually wearing a corset, as she knew from experience that it took a lot of time to get it off and the men her husband forced her to be with never had the patience to remove it properly.

She took the dress from Mrs. Hamilton and their fingers touched briefly. Maria wasn’t sure why, but she felt her heartbeat go faster at such a small touch. She assumed it was because she was still nervous around the other woman.

Maria quickly walked into the nearby closet, trying to clear her head as she pulled on the gown. She walked outside to where Mrs. Hamilton was waiting, feeling strangely uncomfortable in such a nice dress. Maybe it was because Mrs. Hamilton was staring at her, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“You look good in that dress,” she finally said and Maria ducked her head, embarrassed. “Much better than me at least.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, you always look good!” Maria exclaimed, finally speaking up in shock. Mrs. Hamilton, no, Eliza, smiled at her and Maria felt butterflies in her stomach.

“But you should keep the dress. Really,” she said, putting up a hand to stop Maria’s protests and stuttered thanks. “It’s the least I could do.” Maria looked at her, amazed. Who was this woman?

“W-why would you want to help me?” she asked. “Not that I don’t appreciate it in the slightest.” She quickly amended when she realized she sounded ungrateful. Eliza smiled gently.

“Because you deserve better Maria,” she said simply. Maria stared at her. The two of them were sitting much closer together than she realized, gravitating to each other like magnets. There was a silence and Maria couldn’t help it any longer, she knew it was the wrong thing to do, but-

All her panicked thoughts melted away as their lips met. It was so different to the kiss she had shared with Alexander last night: it was soft and gentle, Eliza cradling the side of her face like she was afraid she was going to break. They moved away a little after they broke apart, but stayed in each other’s space, their eyes still closed.

“Maria…” Eliza murmured. That broke the spell. Maria eyes’ flew open and she quickly stood up, realizing what she had done.

“I have to go,” she muttered, her cheeks flaming red. Eliza stared at her retreating back, shocked, until Alexander soon returned from his meeting.

“Eliza? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I… I think I may love someone of the same gender as myself as well,” she said. Though she was surprised, she wasn’t afraid. She knew she couldn’t tell anyone else, but Alexander would understand, having experienced something similar with John. Sure enough, he broke out into a smile and looked amused.

“Join the club,” he said.

Maria creeped into her house nervously. She unlocked the door carefully and closed it behind her, taking care not to make any noise, pretending she wasn’t afraid to be inside her own home. But as she was about to climb the stairs, she heard a voice.

“So. You’re finally home.” She turned and saw her husband sitting on a couch nearby, empty bottles littering the floor near his feet. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Y-yes,” she said uncertainly, not sure what to say.

“And how did it go?” he prompted, his words slurred. Her hands shook and she hid them behind her dress.

“He… he didn’t want to do it,” she said, hating the way her voice cracked, showing how afraid she really was. James got unsteadily to his feet and she shrunk away.

“He didn’t,” he said flatly. She shook her head, her movements nervous. “Then why didn’t you convince him?!” he said, his voice raised. She flinched at his loud tone.

“You earn no money, you’re utterly useless, and you can’t even do this?” he snarled. He took a step forward and she stepped back at the same time, a cruel dance that would never end well for her. She saw his hand raised and made a split-second decision; she ran under his arm and fled through the door. He tried to grab her as she went, his fingers catching on her dress and tearing it to shreds.

Eliza was humming peacefully, writing a letter to her children and Angelica, as they weren’t going to be home for at least another week. She finished it and left it out to dry, smiling fondly when she saw her husband immersed in a book. She leaned over and kissed the worry lines on his forehead, which straightened out as he looked up at her and smiled.

“Everything okay?” she asked, moving to open the door as she heard someone knocking on it.

“Yeah,” he said, following her. “Just researching for a case.”

“What case?” she asked as she opened the door. Then she saw who it was and gasped.

She hadn’t seen Maria Reynolds since that first day they met, but she couldn’t forget her. She was disappointed Maria hadn’t come to see them again and had made up her mind to visit the woman should yet another week pass with no sight of her. And now, standing on their doorstep and breathing heavily as though she had run a great distance, wearing the gown Eliza had let her borrow in tatters, was none other than Maria herself.

“That’s the case,” Alex said, astounded.

“Maria, come in!” Eliza said immediately. “Are you okay?” The woman was shivering slightly though it was a warm day. Eliza swore that if she ever met James Reynolds, he was going to regret ever laying a finger on Maria.

“Y-yes,” Maria stuttered. “Thank you.”

The walked inside and went to the parlor.

Maria sat on the couch with Alex and Eliza sitting next to them. She had been thinking of them all week long; she just couldn’t forget them. It wasn’t the first time she had fantasized one of the men she was forced to sleep with rescuing her from her abusive husband, but it certainly was the first time she had been attracted to his wife as well. She didn’t even know you could be this attracted to two people at once, but Eliza and Alex made it hard not to: they were both so different but still amazing, resilient, attractive people. They fit together so perfectly, it was clear they were meant to be together.

Which is exactly why they’d never even consider having a relationship with her.

“You don’t have to tell us, of course, but Maria… what happened?” Eliza asked gently, resting her hand on Maria’s. Maria took a deep breath and, in a wavery tone, regaled them with the entire tale. They couldn’t mask the horrified looks on their faces when she was finished.

“Oh, Maria,” Eliza sighed and went over to hug her. Alexander watched them for a second with tears in his eyes before writing something down quickly.

“Okay, Maria, from what I’ve heard, you are most likely going to be able to get a successful divorce,” he said. She smiled at him gratefully, before he continued.

“But you may have to delineate these stories again at the trial, and your husband is going to be there… will you be okay with that?” Maria shivered slightly, already able to imagine those threatening and discerning eyes staring at her while she was talking about what he had done, promising her silently that it wouldn’t end well if she continued. This divorce could end up badly for her if it didn’t work. But she trusted Alex. She knew he would do everything to get her a successful divorce.

“Yes,” she whispered. “If it helps, I’ll do it.” Alexander smiled.

“I’m proud of you.”

She ended up staying the night there, as they insisted she couldn’t go back to her house after what had happened. She stayed awake for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, wondering when their home had become more familiar than her own.

[hwaddist]

Modern Hamliza Icons!

I was trying a “chibi” style and I love my parents(tm) so much. 

Please, do not repost. Like/Reblog if you use/download.

Bonus:

And Peggy!

EDIT:

I just finised Angelica and Maria. So you can match as Hamliza, Hamgelica, Hamria or Marliza if you want. How is Ham/Peggy shipname???

[unhingedolddrawings]

Maria Reynolds from Hamilton

[mojo72400]

Alex messes up a verbal conversation with other names

Eliza: Alexander, hon?

Alex: Yes, John, my love?

Eliza: What?

Alex: Ugh I'm so sorry, what a typo, Angelica, darling forgive me.

Eliza: Excuse me?! This is a verbal conversation!

Alex: Maria, sweetheart you know I'm just joking around *awkward laugh*

Eliza: ALEXANDER?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

Alex: Uhh...Eliza?

Eliza: *voice cracking while tearing up * Burn in hell. *runs off crying*

loosely based on crisby-chrissi.tumblr.com/post/185057297026/i-made-a-thing

[vicontheinternet]

when ppl make Eliza the devil incarnate in their fanfic

[deathtoemotions-blog]

Maria

Okay, I've seen so many arguments about how Maria is the victim or Hamilton is the victim but Look, the only victim there is Eliza. Hamilton willingly got into bed with Maria, and Maria willingly tricked him into doing so. At any point, Maria could have just, not gone to his house, and at any point, Alexander could have left her on her bed or pulled away from her. So, argument solved.

[flaim-ita]

Seriously, why are there so few of us?

I think i’m the only person in this fandom that actually ship Hamia (Hamilton x Maria)

THERE IS NO FAN ART and like one actually good ff