#sentence makes me so violently and incredibly overcome with the urge to bite things and think all the thoughts and scream /pos

[allthegothihopgirls]

if i ever go radio silent about jason for more than like 4 hours please assume i'm rocking back and forth in a dark room foaming at the mouth, muttering to myself "jason todd jason todd jason todd" and having thoughts, with bloodshot eyes, and fists gripping at my hair.

[pastel-hamgelica]

His Precious Niece | Hamgelica Historical AU

✯┊Title: His Precious Niece

✯┊Pairings: Angelica Schuyler x Alexander Hamilton | John Church x Angelica Schuyler | Alexander Hamilton x Elizabeth Schuyler

✯┊Warning(s): Mentions of adultery; Historical Inaccuracy [ Literally just changing Angelica Church’s birth year to better fit the narrative ]; sTeAmY kIsSeS 

✯┊Type: Angst

✯┊Summary: Angelica’s youngest daughter, Angelica Church, has never been told that she looked anything like her father or her mother. Shortly after her mother’s passing, the youngest Church discovers a letter that changes everything.

✯┊Word Count: 1,544 Words

“Why Kitty, you have just as much of an enchanting smile as your mother does!”

“Oh Richard, look at those eyes! As striking as your father’s!”

“Philip seems to have his mother’s nose, doesn’t he?”

Those were the words that the other seven Church children heard quite often, be it from family or friends. However, there was one exception. And that exception was Angelica Church. And it had been this way her entire life. She didn’t possess her mother’s lively brown curls or her father’s heart-shaped lips. Angie had straight shiny dark brown hair and dark, calculating brown eyes. She was shorter than all of her siblings and didn’t even have the skin tone of either her father or mother. Not even a mix of both.

“Angie?” her aunt pulled her from her thoughts. She looked back at her Aunt Eliza, who stood idly in the doorway of her mother’s room. “I have something for you… from your mother,” she said in a soft voice. In Eliza’s hands was a neatly folded envelope, still sealed. Angie took the envelope delicately, her throat aching at the thought. It had been only a month or two since her mother’s passing, and the wounds were still fresh. Angie ran her thumb lightly over the wax seal, tears shining in her eyes.

“Th-Thank you, Aunt Betsey,” she whispered softly. Eliza nodded.

“Let me know if you need anything, dear,” she replied warmly, before leaving the room. Angie took a shaky breath, before opening the envelope and pulling out a letter, yellowing with age. How long ago had this been written..?

My dearest daughter, Angelica

-Several Years Earlier-

“Alexander,” he felt Eliza’s arms wrap around him from his spot in his desk chair, her fingers tracing delicate lines over his shirt. “I’m going to the market to talk to Mrs. Abbston. Apparently, Philip and her grandson got into a little fight last week. Please take a break for a few moments to sit with Angelica. You two have rarely spoken more than a few words since she and I got back from visiting our father,” she pointed out. Alexander looked up at his wife, who had a look of near desperation in her eyes. Alexander’s heart clenched. In any other situation, he would’ve insisted on continuing with his work. But... after what he had done only a month or two earlier, he couldn’t refuse this time around. He took Eliza’s hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it, before letting out a quiet sigh.

“Alright, love,” he said as he stood up. Eliza led her downstairs to where Angelica was, with Alexander’s daughter, who was also named Angelica.

“Did I get it this time? ” Angel asked hopefully as she played a simple four-note melody on the piano in the corner of their living room. Angelica smiled as she watched the small girl strike the keys.

“Very good love! You’ve got it,” the praise caused sounds of cheering to erupt from Angel’s mouth, along with a course of cheery giggles and an amused chuckle from Angelica that made Alexander crack a small smile. 

“Come along Philip,” Eliza said sternly to the nine-year-old who had shrunk into one of the rockers near the fireplace, a look of bitterness on his freckled face. He let out a soft huff as he wriggled out of the chair and shuffled to his mother’s side. Angel giggled at her older brother, but when she saw Alexander her eyes lit up.

“Papa!,” she squealed, rushing to her father and jumping into his arms. Alexander chuckled as he picked her up, spinning her around for a moment before resting her on his hip. “Did you come to play?!,” she asked excitedly. Alexander nodded, flashing his daughter a smile.

“Yes dear, but first I wish to talk to your Aunt Angelica,” he said, setting Angel down. “Run along now, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” Angel simply nodded before dashing off to go play with her toys. Angelica smiled fondly at the girl, before looking to Alexander. Her smile faded and they were left with a thick tension and a silence only eliminated by the ticking of the clock on the mantle.

“I had come for you, you know,” Angelica sighed as she stared at her skirts. She lightly gripped the fabric. “I wouldn’t have to be an ocean away from you, or Eliza for that matter,” she murmured, looking up to him once again. Alexander’s heart clenched at the words.

“I’m sorry,” he replied as he sat down next to Angelica on the piano bench, taking her hand in his. “Every moment I spent away from you and Eliza was agonizing. May I ask what I can do to make this up to you? ” he asked kindly. Angelica looked away for a moment.

“You never answered my question, Alexander,” she muttered. Alexander raised a brow. Angelica looked back to him. “Your comma. My dearest, Angelica. Did you put that comma intentionally or not? ” Alexander soon connected the dots and he swallowed hard.

“Truthfully? ” he asked, to which Angelica nodded. He leaned, close enough that Angelica could feel the warmth of his breath fanning her face. “It was intentional,”

A beat passed. A moment where Angelica and Alexander stared at each other as if uncertain of what they already knew was going to happen. Angelica then felt his lips on hers. They were soft and moved against hers gently. Perhaps, if she wasn’t so overcome with emotions in this moment, she would’ve shoved him away. Would’ve been furious with him, and immediately told Eliza. But her mind was clouded, her heart urging her not to pull away. Instead, she allowed him to pull her body flush against his own, her hands instinctively making their way into his shiny dark hair. The kiss grew more feverish with each passing second, Alexander lightly biting her lip, eliciting a quiet whimper from Angelica. They pulled away, breathless, with slightly swollen lips. Both of their faces were flushed a dark shade of red. Alexander’s head went to kiss the exposed skin of Angelica’s neck. He lightly bit down, causing another quiet whimper to escape Angelica’s lips, music to his ears.

“Alexander...please,” she murmured. Alexander stood up, pulling her up gently towards him. He kissed her forehead.

“Anything for you, my dearest,”

Angie’s speed only increased as she read every sentence. Had her mother really wanted her to know of this adultery? With Angie’s own uncle? Why? 

And while I have in fact regretted this day for the rest of my life, my dear daughter, I will not deny it has given me one of the greatest gifts.

Her fingers dug into the paper. How could her mother do such a thing? How could Uncle Alexander do such a thing with two different women? And how did he do it so shamelessly? Angie’s vision of her uncle was admittedly warped. She remembered the visits, where his eyes were filled with so much love for her. She was incredibly close to her uncle, but every time he was around her, he had a sort of longing in his eyes. A sadness that Angie never understood. She never asked since she wasn’t a particularly nosy child, but she’d do whatever she could to make her uncle smile or laugh.

That gift was a beautiful baby girl. You, my dearest. I have not been truthful with you and I regret this greatly. If you are to ever find this letter, Alexander is your true father. God had forgiven me for my sin and blessed me with you, Angelica. I’m terribly sorry you had to find out this way. I love you. And so did Alexander. He loved you more than you could ever understand. You were more than just his precious niece. 

Sincerely,

Your Mother

Angie reread that paragraph over and over, until she was a sobbing mess, clutching the letter tightly to her bosom. Her heart clenched and she shook violently, overcome with emotions. It was as if now everything was making sense. After a lifetime of feeling different, she now understood why. Now, now that not only her uncle, or rather, her father and mother had left this world. She wiped her eyes after a moment, then walked out of the room.

“Is everything alright, Angie? ” Eliza asked concerned. “What was in the letter, if you don’t mind my curiosity,” she asked. Angie looked at the letter. She couldn’t tell Aunt Betsey about it now, not with so many things to manage. 

“I’m alright. As for the letter? It just had... something I needed to hear,” she said simply. “I’m going to go visit mother and Uncle Alex’s graves, I won’t be long,” Angie found herself walking all the way to Trinity Church, standing at the headstone of her mother, her father buried right next to him. Angie sniffled.

“I know you loved me. Very much so. And I loved you too. I forgive you for not telling me sooner,” she whispered as she set down the paper between the two graves, neatly folded, and put a rock over it so it wouldn’t get caught in the wind. 

“I love you, mother and father. Very much so,”

✯┊ooF I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS I HONESTLY HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ONE OK IM LOWKEY SO PROUD OF THIS THANKS SKYPE CHAT FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA IN LIKE JULY