#they gonna have a french revolution situation soon

[beardedmrbean]

Scandal-ridden Illinois Mayor Tiffany Henyard faced waves of jeers and booing throughout a raucous meeting where she faced fed-up constituents.

Henyard, the self-described "supermayor" of Dolton, a Chicago suburb, and Thornton Township Supervisor, has recently been dubbed the "worst mayor in America" by critics after being accused of misdeeds ranging from weaponizing police raids to spending taxpayer money on luxuries in Las Vegas. Most recently she has also come under fire for an alleged sexual assault by one of her allies during the Vegas trip, where the alleged victim claims to have been fired after speaking out.

Earlier in April, Henyard made headlines for being condemned by local Dolton residents, but this Tuesday, she was similarly skewered by residents of the Thornton township in a town hall meeting. "Everybody wanted to continue to be a s---show and not really show facts as it relates to what's really going on in our township," she responded.

The mayor, holding a golden microphone, sparked outrage when she argued, "We’re here to help each other and not hurt each other. And it’s a shame that us — us, I’m talking to my Black and Brown communities — would sit here and fight."

DEMOCRATIC ILLINOIS ‘SUPER MAYOR’ VETOES ATTEMPT TO PROBE HER LAVISH SPENDING

The audience could be heard loudly jeering and booing in response and Henyard went on to add, "Guess what? I am the youth, I am the future, no matter what you think or may say."

Residents slammed Henyard for the alleged scandals and accused her of lacking transparency about them.

"When you don’t answer questions, there’s something to hide," Dolton resident Mary Avon said at the meeting.

While Henyard has repeatedly condemned media coverage for allegedly misrepresenting her conduct to the country, one South Holland resident, Curtis Watts, said, "No, ‘madam supervisor,’ we are not brainwashed. We are fed up."

Multiple people spoke about the sexual assault allegations, arguing that it demonstrates that Henyard fails to protect women. 

Trina Downs was one such resident who said, "As a Black woman, I wanna see you protect Black women, and I haven’t seen that, Tiffany."

Henyard has made headlines for appealing to racial politics amid her scandals before, proclaiming during a previous meeting, "Y’all got false narratives out there, and y’all should be ashamed of y’all selves. Y’all Black. Y’all are Black! And y’all sitting up here beating and attacking on a Black woman that’s in power. Y’all should be ashamed of y’all selves."

Fox News Digital previously reported that Henyard has been living like a royal with a combined salary of nearly $300,000 — more than the state's governor — and frequent use of beauty vendors, despite the 23,000 residents of the Illinois town having a median income of $24,000.

The Village of Dolton in Illinois voted Monday to hire former Chicago Mayor Lori Lightfoot as a "Special Investigator" to look into Henyard's conduct. On Tuesday, Lightfoot began to be paid $400 an hour to gather information on Henyard’s alleged spending and finance mismanagement as well as "any state and federal violations." 

[artsy-waffle19]

officially going insane rn: so I'm rewatching s1 and I just realised that Aziraphale actually says "I forgive you" TWICE in the first season. Once when Crowley says the great plan is horrible and suggests running away together for the first time ("may you be forgiven" "unforgivable is part of the job description") and when crowley apologises and says azira is stupid for wanting to talk to a higher authority over the issue ("you're usually so clever how can someone so clever be so stupid" "i forgive you") and both times it's a situation in which crowley asks for more than zira is willing to give "run away with me/join OUR side"/ "stop idealising heaven/god when they're so clearly not ideal" and usually when aziraphale says "i forgive you" what he means is "I'm not gonna do that (yet) and i forgive you for crossing that line before I was ready" (he never actually says "no" because he clearly knows that he should (and wants to) do those things but isn't ready for them and mad at crowley for bringing them to his attention).

And the sad thing is that most of the time, all Crowley is asking, is for Aziraphale to call the things what they are.

But part of aziraphales process is "doing the things but never calling them what they are" let me elaborate: "There is no OUR side" but "I thought we carved this existence out for OURselves" and "this is technically YOUR car just as this is technically MY bookshop (they're both OURS though)". He won't ever question god and heaven, he'll give away his sword and save the children anyways. He won't confess his love but he'll hypnotyse everyone at the shopkeepers meeting so can ask Crowley to dance.

In his mind: He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't have to call it anything that would indicate it strays from what he's supposed to do. If he can twist the words to describe it as something holy, he can do it, even if that doesn't actually describe what he's doing or why he's doing it.

But the thing is that Crowley doesn't care about sides and he doesn't care about others approval. He'd rather lie entirely in his reports back to hell about having dones stuff he actually didn't do (the spanish inquisition/ the french revolution) than to stretch the truth or bend words to make him technically speak the truth. He always did, which is partially also a reason why he fell. For him, that trait of his, saying those things out loud is the reason why he's a demon, it's what makes him "unforgivable"

Now he doesn't want that same fate for Aziraphale, which is also why he respects the "you go too fast for me" because Armageddon isn't about to come then and they're still stuck in certain limitations. In situations in which "calling it what it is" could also cause Aziraphale to become a demon, "unforgivable"

But as soon as the apocalypse is about to start or as soon as they're free from heaven and hell he asks Aziraphale to take the chance and just quit it.

In those situations he starts asking for what he knows Aziraphale wants to give, saying the things out loud they've been dancing around for centuries. "We're on OUR side (you never gave a fuck about the rules and the ideals of heaven, not since the day I met you, now just accept that you don't want to be a part of this and go with me like you always have)", "how can someone so clever be so stupid (you know that this won't work, you know that they won't change, please just accept what you already know and come with me)", and finally: "we're a team, a group, a group of the two of us and we spent our existence pretending that we aren't (need I say more? I mean he says it loud and clear: we're basically a couple and we both know it but we never call it what it is. Please call it what it is)"

But every single time everything he gets back is an "I forgive you" "I forgive you for saying that out loud, even though it's something unforgivable" and everytime he goes back to how things were before without further protest. They have a fight, Aziraphale "forgives him", they leave, they come back to each other with the things unchanged, they do it again. And every single time Crowley backs down and accepts the situation. He accepts the "forgiveness" for saying what Aziraphale can't.

Except for in s2 e6 because this time he refuses to call it anything but love. This time he won't back down and do what aziraphale wants him to do, which would be: become an angle, be forgiven.

Because if being an angle, if being forgiven, means bending the truth and dancing around words, means never getting to be on OUR side, means never getting to be an US, means never getting to say "I love you" to the one person that matters, then he doesn't want to be forgiven.

so he tells Aziraphale "don't bother"

[queeranarchism]

I am gonna drop the whole letter (english translation, the french original is here) here:

Hello everyone,

My name is Serge and I was seriously injured, like many others, at the demonstration against the Sainte-Soline mega-basin on March 25, 2023. I was hit in the head by a grenade, probably a direct shot fired by a police officer equipped with a Cougar grenade launcher. I suffered a serious head injury which put me in an absolutely critical condition, a situation made worse by the fact that emergency services were unable to care for me during the demonstration. After a month in an induced coma and six weeks spent in intensive care, I was first transferred to a neurosurgery unit, and then to a rehabilitation center. Right now, I feel that I have made enormous progress in my ability to move, eat, and simply talk and think. It’s going to be an extremely long road, but I’m determined to give it everything I have, to fight to get back what I once had, both physically and mentally. Of course, I’m doing it for myself, but also because I believe that refusing to give in, refusing to be crushed by the repressive machine, is a political necessity at a time when the states are betting on using terror and on us remaining passive.

First of all, I would like to thank all those who, in that minefield, carried me, held my hand, protected me, gave me first aid (slowing the bleeding, cardiac massage, intubation, etc.) and quite simply enabled me to stay alive. I would also like to thank the caregivers who, at every stage, took care of me and are still helping me today to regain my body and mind. I can only tell you how good I felt when I came out of my coma and saw the tremendous solidarity that people have expressed: assemblies, texts, tags, donations, shows, actions, and various messages from comrades all over the world. The echo of your voices and the roar of the streets helped me and my loved ones to keep going. For all this, I say to all of you a big thank you. You have been amazing.

All this reminds us that it is vital that no beating, no incarceration, no mutilation, no murder by the forces of capitalist social order should go unnoticed. They mutilate and murder people so often that it is no accident, it’s part of their job. Far too many stories around the world remind us that there’s no truer statement than the formula “ACAB.” All cops are indeed bastards. They are and will remain the minions of the bourgeoisie whose interests they protect and ensure along with, at least until now, their continuing survive.

The only prospect that the capitalist class offers us is the deterioration of our living conditions on a massive scale, and all proletarians here and abroad are currently experiencing this bitter reality. Confronting the struggles we are waging to thwart this disastrous destiny, they have clearly chosen to drastically increase repression, both through new repressive laws and by giving carte blanche to law enforcement, as seen in Sainte-Soline. We must take note of this, and collectively promote the idea that it is out of the question to take part in a struggle without effective protection and the capacity to resist. We are not martyrs.

Nevertheless, our strength has little to do with what happens on the battlefield. Our strength is in our numbers, in our place in society and the better world we aspire to. Against the handful of organizations of leaders and bureaucrats who would like to send us home once they have earned their place in the sun on our backs, we need a thousand ways of organizing ourselves at a grassroots level through and for concrete solidarity, for the comrades in the movement but also, and perhaps above all, for all those who will join future revolutionary movements.

Strength to comrades currently in the sights of the states!

Long live the Revolution!

See you soon in the fights.

Le S

“We Are Not Martyrs”—A Message from Serge, Who Survived Attempted Murder at the Hands of French Police

crimethinc.com/Serge

A translation of the first message from Serge since French police grievously injured him along with many other people during a protest in Sainte-Soline on March 25, 2023. Serge spent a month in a coma after a police officer shot him in the head with a grenade. We are tremendously relieved that he has recovered enough to release this message.

Yesterday, French police arrested 18 people accused of association with Soulevements de la Terre (“Earth Uprisings”), one of the movements that participated in the protests in Sainte-Soline. Today is the date that French interior minister Gérald Darmanin set for the state-ordered dissolution of the Soulevements de la Terre. As usual, the state endangers the lives of those it supposedly protects, blames the victims of its attacks, and then takes steps to silence the survivors.

[farawaysoph-ie]

The Bone Witch Incoherent Whatever

I started these books mainly because I can't read French very well, but this is a story for another list. I started them and finished them, and I didn't know I had needed such a story. This. Bad. So I guess a super long and super spoiler-y list was in order (while I cry again because they are too much T.T)

Rin Chupeco was immediatly added to my list of favourite human beings: the dedications were a mood and the acknowledgments, gosh wonderful

Tea of the Embers, love of my life, is amazing, I don't care about anything I loved her from her first words until the very end

Somehow we always knew where this was gonna end, but i didn't feel prepared at all, my heart breaking and mending at every chapter

"My only claim of strangeness was that I read fiercely, learned thirstly"

"We asha are always expected to be on our most proper behavior, to never have so much as a hair out of turn. Asha do not cry or scream or make threats. When people cut us, we are expected to do only two things: smile and bleed.”

The world building, the power system, the politics, Tea's commanding of the Dark

The deal with Mykaela heartglass broke my heart, I have ex that I regret and the idea that I could remain stuck like that, loving someone and slowly dying because of that terrifies me (HOW COULD YOU KILL HER WHEN THEY WERE SO CLOSE)

THE AZI

I repeat THE AZI

Tea looked at a giant three-headed undefeated dragon, went around in its head, saw it just wanted to be left alone (which same) and said I'm gonna keep it (which again SAME)

What do I have to do to befriend a dragon? (TELL ME)

Zoya turning out to be a magnificent and fierce warrior with a major case of ChildhoodFriendCrush, and not irrelevent mean girl

Also her and Shadi are just so cute, the way the first is always embarassed and everything and the other just loves and teases her more

"Unfortunately, the oracle had something very different in mind with me" takes on a WHOLE new meaning when you finish the trilogy

I hated how people started getting more and more scared of Tea, when in the end it was all a plot, a lot of prejudices were to blame, and they seemed to forget how kind my girl always was

I have to say I liked Aneah and all the words she whispered, give me a twisted dark lady and you have my attention

"A little corruption is good for the soul, Tea." To which yes, let a girl get revenge

I'm looking at you filthy oracle, I can understand the "I have to sacrifice something to win this fight" way to go, but you were just a pathetic crazy liar, how dare you corrupt Althecia

I can't get over that, I didn't see it coming

The elders made me sick, those horrible hags tested my patience, go die of old age Hestia or whatever

The end of The Bone Witch will always have my heart because Chupec dropped the ship bomb on me with a "Let's go, Kalen"

After going on with "a boy who died for me" and "I made a note to strangle Kalen as soon as I saw him again", AND THEN THAT

I was rooting for them, so I think I screamed or something: you say enemy to lovers, you have my attention

Those two invented love, it took them two books to get around, but was it worth it. They were so devoted to each other, like Kalen stayed with her against Everything and Everyone, like literally. We stan one loving boy

Whats more the oracle had predicted the next bone witch was gonna bring about the dead of her lover, and he was going around "get away from the prince!", then she went, brought down the freacking azi, trapped a Faceless one using her dead horse, and he was like "I guess I'm doomed"

gosh Fox

It all started with "Let me be clear: I never intended to raise my brother from his grave, though he may claim otherwise. If there’s anything I’ve learned from him in the years since, it’s that the dead hide truths as well as the living."

He is exactly how a big brother should be, you can feel him come back to life in every sense, slowly, until he falls in love. I could feel all his love for a sister he kept understanding less and less despite being in her head, and how this held him back from a life he wanted, but knew he shouldn't have had in the first place

Beautifully done, I felt and understood Fox, despite him not being the narrator, despite being angry at how the situation with Daisy was hurting Tea, the two of them were power siblings

“We need someone in our heads to tell us whenever we’re being idiotic. It’s the Pahlavi way.”

Mistress Parmina with her love for money, always stood behind Tea, despite her way of doing things and I wished that Councilor Ludvig was my granpa, I mean he was this kind, smart politician who taught Tea a lot and helped them mantain peace

Ah the well meaning Inessa, I liked her, but felt like I haven't seen enough of her

But the joke of how there were no rulers to get accidentally engaged to killed me, that's awareness

Polaire T.T

The infatuation for Kance stayed that way and I'm glad, and most of the last books I was like, don't hurt my girl

The Heartforger was a rollercoaster ship-wise: Tea insults Kalen, he is standing behind her; Kalen tries to be nice to Tea, Tea is very confused; pretend they are a thing in front of family; Tea compels Kalen hoping to save his life, Kalen is not pleased at all; unsuccessful apologies; realization, "compel me too", you gotta destroy this two dudes who were rude to you, so I can go "that's my Tea"; you don't just stab the Deathseeker while the bone witch is watching; very public kiss; taking each other back from Faceless influence

All the time they spent with a Heartshare rune between them

"We danced for a few minutes without saying anything. A Daanorian woman worked up the nerve to approach us but backed away when I glared at her. “Angry about something?” “You do know there are women itching to kill me right now, right?” His grip tightened. “Did someone compel the people in the palace? The wards are still in place.” I sighed. “That’s not what I meant. Never mind.”"

“Nobody’s more of a fighter than you. You’re the bravest, strongest, most amazing man I’ve ever…”

Realizes

"I mean you are alright"

When Tea jumped off the tower and the azi caught her !!! (yes I screamed, because I love one queen)

"He was the only place I could rest my head and dream without nightmares plaguing me, as they had for the last three months."

Rahim and Ches were very precious

And don't get me started on Likh

Lady Likh can very much kick your ass on her own, but try to hurt her and you'll have to speak with my punches

Khalad agrees with me (the guys in this family don't know how to get the hint)

But in the end, he was helping Tea so Likh could wake (tears, tears everywhere)

The induced madness and the Blight stuff were sick

From when Tea almost jumped off the window, with Kalen terrified poor boy, to killing Daisy (her own free and light sister T.T), to not remembering a second suicide attempt

Black heartglasses being associated with violence, and Tea's one turning because of what other people did to her

Tea' simple "I want to live", can't a girl have peace? Be free like the azi? Have daughters with her eyes and her singing voice?

"I felt the hatred you were capable of like it was my own. And in that instant, I loved the darkest part of you, because I understood, better than Fox or Mykaela could. I’ve known you at your worst." If this isn't love I don't know what is

Drunk Tea was a sight to be hold, and perfect: take off every filter from the dangerous Dark asha and what she has to tell you is how much she loves Kalen

“I don’t care. I’ll bring us back from the grave if I have to, silver heartsglass or not.” “And I will kill anyone standing between us,” he promised, before his lips closed over mine, “even if I have to crawl out of my grave to do so.”

And you know what? THEY DID.

Tea taking her trials, which after the last chapters were nothing worse than her nightmares: her home burning, her own execution could not compete with Daisy's death and Fox rejection

But Kalen was not a price she could ever think of paying

"You can’t break the rules simply because you want to. More often than not, the rules wind up breaking you."

“The world is a much bigger place than the space I occupy, and with even greater consequences.” “There will be no world if you aren’t here with me, Kalen.”

Yadoshans warm my heart

"That is the nature of tyranny, young Tea. Maintaining power is their sole intention. Why worry about retaliation and revolution when they have always intended to wield the sword?"

The whole part in which they killed Kalen and the azi, ripped my heart out

The song she must have sung for hours, and the azi waited until the end to say goodbye

Thank the Creator for the visions she got, or she would have really drown herself T.T

“Sons and daughters,” she echoed, “sons with my fire, daughters with my eyes. Mayhap one day, they will. A life worth dying for is a life worth living after all.” She laid a hand on her companion’s shoulder, squeezing. “Let’s go, my love.”

Even after this long list I feel like I didn't do justice to this trilogy or to how much I loved it. Tea's fierce and kind strenght, even when every one but Kalen was suspicious of her, even when she was going mad because of poison, even when she was trying to outsmart a ruthless enemy, did something to me.

I spent three books knowing that she didn't care if she survived, if she could save her friends then her wish to live was not important. She didn't want much, she just wanted to live. But she let go of that for everyone else. Yes I'm going to cry again.

About the ending I like to think that for finally healing the world she was rewarded, so she got the quiet life with Kalen she'd always deserved. I like to think that she and Kalen remember, that after they'd done enough they finally found their peace and freedom.

They were together, they got to be someone else and had all the time in the world.

[verobatto]

Butterflies and Sleepy Bears

Visual Narrative Meta. 15x05. Proverbs 17:30. Destiel meta. Supernatural Meta. Dean meta.

Hello my friends! As I promised, here I'm with the visual Narrative Meta, if you want to check out my Destiel meta the link is here and my TFW meta link here.

Now, I already talked a few in my others meta but this time and thanks to my friend @agusvedder we have pics and also some gifs...

Sleepy Bear and Vigilant Bear

Okay I know everyone noticed this...

And we had Dean sleeping... With this cute scene...

I love how the Moose is looking at him. Like Dean wake up! Oh wait! Sammy is the next about to enter the room to wake him up!

And then this sequence here (thanks Agus!)

Is a very awaken bear with a frowning Dean, and one red door. If you noticed the whole episode was full of red walls and doors... Is Toxic!Dean color coded.

Okay... So I just need to remember here... Castiel called him angry sleepy bear, or something like that, in Tombstone... But we all know that.

Blue Trent full of Dean's mirrors

I already talked about this in my previous meta, I just wanted to show you the pics now...

The symbolism here is perfect, because they were enjoying time inside a Blue Tent (Castiel) and the girls are Dean mirrors, also the one in pink representing Happiness.

And the wood outside ...

Black Woods, and I truly believe that as in episode 14x16, it was representing the Empty here too. And the monster in red is like Toxic!Dean ruined the party isn't? Ruined what Healing!Dean had...

Yockey and books

Okay we discovered these two books behind Lilith...

Modern France and Comparing Theories about Children Development

I just put others two from 14x06 I also noticed...

The first one talks about The French Revolution, and how french people had to go through so many hard times like wars and poverty to become the Modern Nation that is now, so... Improvement, right? This episofe talked about how Dean and Sam had upgraded, even is there's a resistance from Dean to that. He's not more the young hunter that come to find his little brother.

The second one it talks for it self... Comparing

Theories about Children Development??? Okay is Dean a child? Is he behaving like one? Not telling his brother Cas is one because he pushed him away? Then asking him if Cas answered Sam's calls?? Like? Right. Is better for him deny all the situation with CAS and just wait Sam makes the call trying to bring him back??? Like? Life doesn't work like that mister, you need to grow up, to upgrade, to heal... Yeah... Let's compare some theories about Dean's development...

Castiel's Wings

This image is beautiful, I don't have to point here the color blue and the heart, you know me, and I know what I'm going to say... That's Cas... *Sighing* and it looks like wings surrending Dean... Let my Destiel heart to fly away...

Bugs foreshadow

Okay... Remember when Jack was in that bathroom in 14x06 talking with Dean and the walls had dragon flies??? Well watch now what Dean had begun him, on the walls...

We were talking about how Yockey uses bugs in his narrative with @emblue-sparks and @mrsaquaman187 , and look what we have here... Butterflies, they had to go though a metamorphosis, they're first a caterpillar and then a chrysalis, that's a transformation, and bc dragon flies mean new life, we saw Jack died and resurrected in episode 14x08, maybe we will see a truly metamorphosis on Dean.

Burning inside

At the beginning of the show we had Dean bringing some hot sauced snack... Dam said YOU ARE NOT GONNA LIKE IT, and Dean replied YES! And then we had him burning inside? So so symbolic, because that's how Dean is feeling now, all those feelings he's pushing down, are gonna to burn him inside... The bag says thank you....

As my friend Agus Pointer it says thank you in red... And then Sam when he saw Dean was burning... He offered him water... And did you see the color of that bottle??

So here is the little spec... Sam is gonna be pissed when Dean tells him about how he let Cas go, and then he's gonna find Castiel and talk with him.

Maybe an important talk between brothers in which Sam will make Dean to figure out what he really wants... Not the hot sauced snack... (That btw he ended throwing...) But the fresh water to calm his burning heart. Damn... Is poetic...

Miscellaneous:

I'm not allowed to put more pics but, I already talked in my other metas ABOUT the bloody tears, and the wall with the bear and the moose representing the brothers. I just wanted to add Lilith orange ascot, as I said to my friend @poorreputation , is the mix between red (Toxic! Dean) and yellow, Sammy's color, and is the negative sign for what a healthy brother's relationship should be. She represents all the negative, the toxic codependency mostly, and that's why she's wearing that color.

To Conclude:

There was just a few Destiel inches in narrative meta, the episode was mostly centered on Dean and Sam and mostly in how Dean should aknowledged he had improved or change or upgrade. He needs to assimilate this idea to reach the true metamorphosis.

Hope you like my rambles, see you soon!

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @agusvedder @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @whyjm @koshisekisen @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @angelneedshunter @trickster-archangel @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976 @anarchiana @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @destielshipper221b @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @feathered-castiel @bre95611 @zoerayne2426 @justmeand-myinsight @proccastinate @that-one-fandom-chick

Buenos Aires November 15th 2019 6:32 PM

[hamitome--imagines]

Mon Vie

Lafayette x Reader

Hamiltime

Part 3 of Mon Amie

Requested by @marvelmojito

A/N: It’s finally here! Thanks for the patience, the ending had to come to me and I had too many big assignments that got in the way. But here it is! The final installment of this series. I don’t think I could do anything else except maybe like a final short epilogue or something. But this was highly anticipated and I hope it lives up to expectations!

And thanks to my fluent French followers who told me that Mon Vie isn’t actually something that can be used/said. It’s not proper French. Part of me wants to fix it and the other part wants it to stay because it’s a theme in the titles. In short, I know it’s wrong but I don’t think I’ll change it. But a big thank you to everyone who helped me understand how it was wrong and how it could be fixed.

Word Count: 5,660 ~~ Lafayette spun the woman he was dancing with. His attention was brought to her hair. It was actually something that caught his eye first. It was like the hair of a certain girl he left behind in the colonies. The eyes of the woman in front of him were similar as well. But then the woman smiled and the illusion was shattered. The smile was all wrong. Lafayette had the manners enough to keep dancing and smiling politely. But that was all. As the song ended, he stepped off the dance floor.

He was welcomed back to France as a hero. Everyone was glad that Lafayette had returned to help with the revolution. They welcomed him home and gave him everything he wanted. Everything but one thing. The girl he wanted. But she suggested he returned, so he did.

He got back to his home after the ball he attended. He flipped through some letters on his desk. One from Alexander. Two letters from John. A few from French nobles. None from you though. He sighed. He unbundled his ponytail and raked his hand through his hair a few times. He lost the most important thing in his life.

He laid in his bed after changing into his pajamas. A few nobles jokingly asked when he would be getting married. They urged him to choose a woman to marry so he could have a child and continue his family name.

Lafayette closed his eyes and tried to imagine a child he would have. Maybe his son would have his curls. But everything else he thought of were features of yours. He grumbled and pushed the thought out of his mind. He couldn’t dwell on what family he would have. The only family he wanted was one with you. — You slowed to a stop as the music that was playing, came to an end. You smiled politely and curtsied to your dance partner. He was kind enough. But he just didn’t catch your attention. You were now single and had suitors around frequently. Lafayette may have been mad at you but he made sure that your name wasn’t ruined. His story was merely that he wanted to return to France and you didn’t want to leave your home. Now you were single and luckily you still had a chance for a family.

Though, you didn’t want to keep dancing with strangers. “Can I have this dance?” Luckily, this person asking you sported a very familiar curly ponytail and freckled cheeks. John helped keep you fairly entertained during dances. You gratefully accepted John’s offer. “No luck with the last guy?” John was very interested in helping you find a suitor. You shook your head. “Lemme guess.” He smirked. “Not French enough?”

You rolled your eyes but you weren’t too mad. John was able to make comments and remarks about Lafayette. He never said them in a mean or rude way. It took a while but you were finally able to hear these remarks about Lafayette without getting mad or emotional. You supposed that John was trying to quicken your coping methods. It had worked apparently. “It’s not that.” You defended yourself. “He just wasn’t…”

“He wasn’t Lafayette.” John finished. This time it was a playful or rude quip. It was sympathetic and a little pitying. You bit your lip. You hated admitting it. But you nodded anyway. “It’ll be ok.” John said. “You’ll find someone.”

“I have to get over Lafayette first. I’m still not. And I don’t know when I’ll be.” You whined.

“It won’t be easy.” John agreed. “But you’ll get over it.”

Back at home, you pondered John’s words. You kinda doubted that you would ever get over Lafayette. The two of you were planning a future together after all. Marriage and a family. And now the two of you wouldn’t ever have that. You had to find someone new to have that with. You tried to push away the thoughts of Lafayette and the nonexistent future between the two of you. — The Revolution was going well, until things turned. Lafayette’s reputation among the public turned. They thought he was a monarchy sympathizer. He wasn’t sure how they got that impression considering he helped overthrow the British monarchy in the colonies. He missed the colonies. At least there he still had friends. And you were there as well.

He had resigned from his military position so he was no longer in the eyes of the public and wasn’t also trying to keep political peace. It was a fine line to walk when he was trying to overthrow the monarchy. Lafayette was concerned about his lively-hood here. France was in turmoil currently. And he was stuck in the middle of it. He vowed to wait it out though. He helped America, he could help his home. However, he had to fight the nagging sensation that it felt a lot less like home when everyone was so hostile.

The colonies had always felt like home, even when he was living as a guest with the Washingtons. He absent-mindedly pondered if they would let him stay there if he was ever to return to the colonies for a long period. Then he shook the thought away. He never needed to ponder that.

Lafayette’s resolve to stay in France crumbled a few weeks later. His home had been vandalized while he was gone. He walked in and found two people still inside. “Sympathizer!” One of them growled. Lafayette was well versed in fighting after his time in service to the American army. He took care of them easily. He considered having them arrested but that would just make his entire situation worse. He kicked them out easily and they didn’t try to re-enter. But his home, the place he was supposed to be able to retreat to, wasn’t safe.

He considered his options. He sighed as he looked around his home in a state of disarray. It was actually pretty obvious what his best option was. — He hoped it was enough. Lafayette needed this to be enough to help him. He may not be able to stay at home, but he took what he could with him. And a large portion of what he took with him was money. If he had any hope at all, he needed finances. The public may have disliked him in the end, but he still had money. He left with all of it. He made landfall and quickly commandeered a horse and trailer and began looking for a place to stay.

He found a small house. It could’ve been bigger, he could afford it. But he didn’t need a bigger house. He was alone. For now. But he couldn’t stand this feeling of isolation for long. So he sought out someone who would probably be willing to see him, or at the very least wouldn’t be angry with him. — Alexander sat at his desk. He fiddled with the quill in his hands. John sat on a chair near the desk as well. The two of them were reading over some documents. A knock at the door sounded, causing both of them to pause their reading. Eliza wasn’t at home on this particular day so Alexander stood and went to go open the door and check who it is. John stayed in the office and continued to read the document. He heard the front door open.

He dropped the document as he heard a surprised laugh from Alexander. He curiously stood and walked to the front door. John let his own bark of surprise to see his old, French friend. “Lafayette?” John asked.

“Bonjour, mes amies.” Lafayette greeted with a smile. Then he let our a contented sigh. “I have missed you both.”

“When did you get back?” Alexander asked.

“Not long ago. I landed today.”

“What about revolution in France?” John asked.

Lafayette gave a bitter smile. “It’s a long story. But I had to leave, there was no other choice.”

“You see Herc yet?” Alexander’s question.

“Non. I came straight here.”

“We’re meeting up for drinks tonight. Of course you are more than welcome to tag along.” John smiled. “We’ll have the whole gang together again.”

“Oui, sounds like a good time.” Lafayette gave a relaxed smile. For the first time in a long while, Lafayette felt content.

Later, Alexander and John were preparing to go to the bar and meet up with their friends. John smirked as Alexander merely straightened out his hair instead of tying it up. He seemed to just stop tying his hair back as soon as he became a politician. John still favored the pulled back look though. “Hey, I’m wondering…” Alexander began, grabbing John’s full attention. “Why didn’t you tell Lafayette that Y/N would be joining us?”

John shrugged and smirked. “I figured it would be a nice surprise for everyone.”

“It’s gonna be a chaos.” Alexander accused instead.

John shrugged once more. “Look, I’d like to spend time with Lafayette, like the old days. If he knew Y/N was coming, he wouldn’t go. Plus, those two need to meet up.You know they would find a way to continually avoid that happening. If they don’t know the other will be there, then they’ll come.”

“Fine. But if it goes south, you’re taking all the blame.” Alexander told his friend.

“Fine by me.” — You wandered into the bar and sought out your friends. You sighed as you plopped down in a chair in between Alexander and John. Hercules was sat on the other side of Alexander. You idly noticed the empty chair on the other side of John. It wasn’t important if there was an extra chair. “Long day?” John asked, as you sighed.

“Yeah, I had brunch with one suitor and this afternoon I had tea with another. My parents keep urging me to find someone.” Alexander stood to go grab drinks. You let out another sigh. “Neither of them were right for me. Imagine that.” You muttered with an eye roll.

John hummed sympathetically. Alexander returned with a tray full of drinks. Five drinks. You raised an eyebrow at the tray. “Did you forget how to count or something?” You asked. “That’s five drinks and there are four of us.”

Alexander shrugged. “Oops.” Only he didn’t seem too concerned with his mistake. You let it slide, after all one of you would drink it, and grabbed one. You fell into light and easy conversation with the guys. For about five minutes.

“No way.” You heard Hercules booming voice. He stood up immediately and walked across the bar. You leaned trying to see what got Hercules attention. But there were so many people in the bar that it was hard to see around them. John moved to sit next to Alexander. You thought nothing of it. But it made it a little easier to see though. You heard Hercules laugh. A short but very happy sounding laugh. You leaned once more and still your view was blocked.

You sighed and stood, your curiosity over powering. Glass in hand, you walked around to get Hercules back in your line of sight. There he was. Standing and talking to-

You glass slipped from your hand, loudly shattering on the ground. The shattering caught the attention of the man who was caught up in conversation with Hercules. And he looked just as surprised as you. “Lafayette?” It was merely a whisper, as if asking the question would make him disappear.

He stared at you with wide eyes. He gave a small nod. “Bonjour, mon…mon amie.” And just like that, all the pain and anger filled you once more. That damn, small word. And that was all it took. You held yourself up high. And promptly strode past Lafayette, not even sparing him a second glance.

“Told you it would go south.” Alexander mumbled as they watched the interaction. John cursed and stood, hurrying to follow you. He fell instep beside you, and you didn’t slow down.

“Come on, talk to me.” John urged you.

“You are a jackass. You knew Lafayette was going to be there. And you just let me show up today. You didn’t prepare me at all.” You grumbled.

“Ok, yes. But now the worst part is over. You’ve seen him again now.”

“You think that helps?!” You nearly shouted. “I haven’t seen him in years. I wanted to make a life with him. Then he left. He left me behind. Do you know what that feels like? And now he’s back. And now I don’t even know how to feel. But sure enough, all I am is his friend. You know how much that bothers me, how much it always has.”

“Yes. You’re his friend.” John agreed. “But he hasn’t seen you in years either. Did you think he was just going to step off the boat and call you his love again. He left because you two fought. But he still considers you his friend.”

“Great. Well, I’d rather not wait around as his friend again.”

John slowed to a stop as you kept walking. You only made it a few steps before John said, “Well, then watch him slip away again.” This made you stop cold. “If he is being isolated by you, of all people, he’ll just run again.” A slight pause. “Y/N, I’m not sure he has anywhere else to run to.”

“Why do you say that?” You asked.

John slowly approached you. “Beside a life with you, and all that entails, what was the one thing he really wanted before he left?”

You thought about it for only a moment. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you and Lafayette spent all your days together. But you remembered something he spoke about frequently. “Revolution in France.”

“Alexander and I asked him about it. He said it was a long story, and it seemed like one he’d rather not tell. The Revolution isn’t over in France. So why would he back?”

John had a good point. Lafayette had fought until the end here in America. What could lead him to not do the same for his own country? — You ran. You saw him and then you ran. Clearly you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Lafayette sighed in annoyance. The only reason he ran from France was for you. There was part of him that still wanted a life with you. He would’ve stared down death in France if he knew there was no chance for that anymore. Instead, he left. He came back and hoped you would be glad that he returned. Of course, Lafayette wasn’t that lucky.

He had said horrible things to you. Why would you ever forgive him? He made it seem like wealth and fame were more important than you. It wasn’t as if he needed to experience a life of fame to know it didn’t compare to a life with you. But now he did have that experience. More money than he could spend. More women talking to him than he could possibly remember. But he had no one to spend the money on, and no woman captured his entire heart like you had.

A few days later, Lafayette heard a knock at his door. He answered it and found you standing there. “Uh, Alexander told me where you were staying.” Silence. “Can I come in?”

Lafayette shook himself from his stunned state. “Uh, oui.” He opened the door and let you inside.

“Kinda small.” You commented awkwardly. You didn’t know how to act around Lafayette anymore.

“Well, I didn’t require a large home. Just a small place. I brought some money from France to help pay for it.” He shrugged.

“How are things going in France?” You tried asking.

Lafayette offered a wry smile. “Fantastique.” He quipped. Well, that was sarcastic.

“That bad?” You asked with a raised brow.

He chuckled with a grim expression. “Oui. After all, I’m back. Either the fight for freedom is won or I cannot help it. And it is not won.”

You lowered down onto the couch in Lafayette’s home. “What happened?”

Lafayette stared at you and sat down as well. “Well, most people thought I was sympathetic to the monarchy.” You gave him a a bewildered and doubtful look. You knew Lafayette could never be fully loyal to a royal ruler. He chuckled. “Oui, I know. I tried to encourage people to follow the law during the shift as to avoid chaos.”

“But I know you.” You said. It was true. You knew Lafayette so well. “A bad reputation wouldn’t be enough to make you leave your home country in their time of need.”

Lafayette smiled. Again, it seems as thought he had a bitter thought. “This is also true mon amie.”

You tightened your hands into fists, grabbing two handfuls of the material of the skirt you wore. Those words still bothered you. Lafayette’s gaze darted down to your clenched fists. You realized  what you were doing and, in the process, nearly reveling. So you quickly released your grip and toyed with the fabric of your skirt before ending your fidgeting. “So why did you leave?” You asked, taking attention away from you.

“I wanted to return. I felt like I had business here to take care of.”

“The whole reason you left was because you had no business here.” You mumbled under your breath, looking away from Lafayette.

“Non. The reason I left was because you meddled.” Lafayette quickly replied, obviously hearing you. You gaze snapped back to him. He was lounging back in his seat, arms crossed, and giving you a challenging stare. You remember the look he gave you before he left. It was furious. This was…different. All traces of anger were gone. It was almost a playful challenge. You knew you were on thin ice, and what you said next could make or break the fragile friendship the two of you shared. But Lafayette seemed as though he had gotten past his anger about the subject. He knew he was right, he wanted to see if you agreed or not.

“Fine.” You sighed. “I meddled.” Lafayette smirked, thrilled he finally won the argument after years. “But I didn’t want you returning to France where you could have everything you could ever want. I wanted you to stay. I knew you could have a great life here.” With me. “So I asked for some favors to make you stay and realize it too.”

“I did have anything I desired in France.” You slouched in your seat. You weren’t exactly thrilled to hear about Lafayette’s fabulous time in France. But you supposed you would have to eventually. “I had wealth, and status, and fame, and any woman I wanted.” You glared, but he was staring off in the distance as he became lost in his memories. “It was wonderful, until my status changed. I went from the one who would free the country from a corrupt king, to the one working only for the king.” He shook his head. “I was merely trying to prevent chaos.”

“Lafayette? What happened?” Your concern seeped into your question. It helped draw Lafayette from the memories and back to the present.

“Do not fear mon amie. I am fine. My home was vandalized, that’s all. I realized that I had better come back and tie up loose ends in case I didn’t survive the Revolution.” He paused and sighed. “But I don’t feel I had as many loose ends as I thought.”

You studied him. “If it means anything, I’m glad you’re ok. And I’m glad you’re back.”

He smiled brightly. “It means so much from you mademoiselle.”

“I’m sorry we ended on a bad note.”

“Oui, I am too.”

You bit your lip and hoped you wouldn’t regret this. “Can we start again? Be friends again?”

You didn’t think Lafayette could smile any wider. “Mademoiselle, I would like that very much.”

As soon as you were out the door you let out a breath. You were Lafayette’s friend once more. His amie. You asked for it. You wanted this. You had no idea if the two of you could ever be what you had been, but this was a step in the right direction.

Once Lafayette shut the door, he leaned his forehead against it. He sighed. Friends was not his intention. He wanted so much more with you. You were his entire life. He stepped away from the door. He had managed to win you over once, he could do it once more. He could work with friends. At the very least he would be able to see you regularly again. This wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, but this was a step in the right direction. — You cursed yourself. This was why being friends was so awful the first time. It took one day and your crush on Lafayette returned. His smile, his laugh, his voice, his actions. And you thought you would just be friends?

The guys decided a do-over drinks night was needed. You couldn’t agree more. However, one whole night spent with Lafayette reminded you of why you fell for him the first time. And apparently absence makes the heart grow much fonder. You enjoyed every moment that was spent around Lafayette. It hurt to only be friends, but it was better than never seeing him. But also, every moment spent around him brought back that ache from so many years ago. A pain every time the words ‘mon amie’ rang in your ears. But you couldn’t be what you were before he left. You also fought prior to that. So how did the two of you even begin to get back to what you were? Did he still want to be with you? Did you want to be with the man that abandoned you? If your annoyance with being called a friend was any indication, then yes. Your brain kept running circles around these thoughts, but it never made any progress. So you grabbed a glass and drained the contents, hoping to rid the mind of its problem for one night.

Lafayette recounted some tales from France. You were amazed at all he went through. He also endured a lot. However, Lafayette seemed very at ease being back in the colonies. You couldn’t help but notice how John kept trying to get you interacting with Lafayette. You appreciated it but also resented it. You weren’t the same kid who needed John’s help to talk to your crush.

You decided to call it a night before you drank too much. “Do you want an escort, mon amie?” Lafayette asked after announcing your desire to leave.

Every part of you wanted to shout yes, but you knew better. You were tipsy and you needed to talk to John. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure John will walk me.” You gave John a pointed look. He had a glass raised halfway to his lips to take another drink. He caught your stare and lowered the glass.

“Yeah.” He stood and walked out with you. Lafayette felt a little hurt by turning him down, but he realized that you were closer to John now than him. John had his hands shoved in his pockets while you walked, giving you a knowing look. “Ok, why are making me walk you? I thought you’d jump at the chance to walk with Lafayette.”

“Look, can you stop trying to push us together?” You asked him in annoyance. “We aren’t together anymore, we aren’t even trying to get together.”

“Are you sure you aren’t? What if Lafayette is?”

“Oh you mean trying to get together with me? His amie?” You snapped.

“Will you let that go?” John was equally annoyed with you now. “He called you his friend before, the two of you ended up together then.”

“Until he left.”

“Until you pushed him away.” John countered. You froze and turned to John, shock on your expression.

“Until I what?”

“Didn’t you tell him to go back to France and get his hero’s return?”

“Only after he complained that France was where he could get everything he wanted.”

“You want to know why I’m pushing you two together? Because you guys need to talk! The tension between you guys isn’t the worst, but its still very obvious. You still want to be with him.” You tried to open you mouth to argue but John hold up a hand to stop you. “No denying it. I know you. That’s the whole reason you don’t have a courter yet. And, I bet Lafayette still wants to be with you.”

You crossed your arms to glare at John. “And I’m supposed to take that risk again because you think Lafayette might want to be with me?”

“Well, if you don’t try talking to him, you’ll never actually know. It’d be a step in the right direction.” — You decided to talk to Lafayette a few weeks later. Your friends had met up at a nicer restaurant for once. Apparently Alexander wanted to celebrate some sort of political victory over the Democratic Republicans. You didn’t mind a nice dinner every now and then. You were sitting at the table, just talking and enjoying your friends company.

“Oh, hello Miss L/N.” You looked up at someone’s greeting. It was the man from the last ball, the last one before Lafayette returned.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled at the man. You exchanged simple pleasantries, being kind to him. He commented that it was nice to see you and hoped to see you at an upcoming political gathering. You nodded, smiling, and told him you would most likely be there and looked forward to seeing him. Most of it was just you being polite, not wanting to risk having any negatives stories of you floating around. You sighed as the man walked off. John shot you a bit of a teasing look, knowing you didn’t have any intention of actually courting the man.

However, Lafayette stared after the man as he walked off. Lafayette gave you a curious look as well, but you didn’t notice it so you didn’t feel the need to explain anything to your friends. Eventually, Alexander decided to call it a night and you all agreed it was time to head home. “Hey Lafayette? Would you mind walking me home?” You asked. You hoped he would smile, or react in a positive way. He didn’t. But he did agree to walk you.

“Of course mon amie.” You studied his neutral expression but didn’t say anything. Maybe John was wrong. That’s why you were talking to him today after all. The two of you walked, talking about some nonsense things. Eventually you got to your house. You opened your door to walk in.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” You asked, hoping he would take you up on the offer.

“Non. It’s fine. I should head home as well.” He said.

“Come on. We haven’t spent a lot of time talking. Just the two of us.” You begged.

He paused, considering it. “Alright mon amie.” You smiled and gestured him inside. He walked in and studied the house.

“It hasn’t changed much.” He commented. You just shrugged. You needed to start this conversation but didn’t know how. “So, who was that man at the restaurant?” Lafayette asked.

“Oh.” That worked. “Just some suitor.” You waved it off.

“You seemed very friendly with him.” He commented, almost teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, playfully with no malice. “No, it’s not like that.”

“But you were excited to see him.”

“I was being nice. What does it matter?” You asked.

Lafayette shrugged. “I suppose it doesn’t, mon amie.” He sat on the couch, rather stiffly. You sat nearby. “Any serous suitors?”

You hummed in consideration. “I guess there are repeated men who I speak to at gatherings. But no one serious.” You paused for a moment. “Any girls in France?”

He chuckled a bit. “Non, no one.” He said. “I’m glad you have potential suitors, mon amie.”

“I guess there’s potential but, like I said, there’s nothing serious.”

“Don’t you want to start a family, mon amie?” Lafayette asked. “I…” He paused. “I remember you talking about that a lot.”

You were startled by him outright mentioning a time very specifically from your relationship. “Well, yeah. But I need to find a guy first.”

“Perhaps I can help you find someone.” Lafayette offered.

You actually let out a laugh. Considering you really wanted to be with Lafayette, maybe he could. “That would be nice. I think you could help.”

“It would be my honor, mon amie.” He smiled then, a little tense.

“Actually…maybe you already have.” You said hesitantly. Lafayette tilted his head in confusion. You sighed. “I was honest when I told you I felt bad about the way things ended. When you went to France.”

“Oui, me too, mon amie.”

You let out an agitated noise. “Mon amie, again.” You quipped. “Look, when you came back I was unbelievably startled and amazed. But then you called me ‘mon amie.’ It hurt. And I don’t know why! We haven’t been together for a long time. So obviously, if we are anything then we’re friends. But…” You sighed. “I don’t know. I guess being friends with you was just never enough.”

Lafayette stared at you. Strangely silent. He inched closer to you. You stared back. “Then why did you tell me to leave?”

“I was mad. I didn’t think you would listen to me. I didn’t think you would…”

“You didn’t think I would leave you behind.” Lafayette finished for you. You nodded.

“Lafayette, you meant so much to me. We were planning a future. Then you just left.”

“I thought you wanted me to.” Lafayette admitted. “I had to leave. I left mon vie here.”

You wracked your brain for the French term Lafayette had used. My life. You felt your cheeks lift in a small smile. That was an accurate description of what Lafayette was to you. Your life. “Well, if it’s any consolation, my life left to return to France.” That caught Lafayette’s attention. He smiled as well now. “I shouldn’t have told you to leave. I’m so sorry.” Lafayette shook his head, a smile still.

“Mademoiselle.” You noticed he didn’t call you ‘mon amie.’ “You don’t need to apologize. It was a little rash to just up and leave. But leaving the colonies wasn’t as hard as leaving you, mon amie, mon cheri, and mon vie, behind.” He leaned down before you could respond, capturing your lips with his. — It was a few days later, and it was time for a political gathering. Lafayette, upon returning, was invited to a lot of these. This was no exception. You knew he would be there and you were excited. You put a bit more effort into your appearance before you headed over.

You found John, Alexander, and Hercules pretty easily. Hercules let out a low whistle. “You look really nice tonight, Y/N.” He commented. You merely shrugged with a smile.

John narrowed his eyes, studying you. “You seem really happy tonight too. Are you finally getting somewhere with a suitor.”

Again, you shrugged with a smile. “You could say that.” You couldn’t wait for Lafayette to get here. And sure enough he finally did. He wore a nice French suit and looked every bit of the man you fell hopelessly in love with. You smiled and ran up to him. He swept you up in a hug, feet leaving the floor as he spun you around. A loud laugh from John ruined the moment and pulled your attention back to your friends. “What?”

“Nothing.” He said, but his wide and cocky smile said otherwise. “I just expect a lot of thanks for endlessly urging you two together.”

“Monsieur Laurens, you did help but did you really think we would never resolve our problems?” Lafayette asked.

John shot a look at the two of you, his humorless expression showed that was exactly what he thought. “They have a point.” Alexander spoke up. “I was surprised they even broke up. I was surprised they even managed to be apart from each other.”

You danced with Lafayette, no one else. Even if you were asked. You were sure people were starting to understand that you were with Lafayette once more. John never interrupted for a dance tonight. You didn’t need him to. But at one point, you sat down to rest while other note women wanted a dance with Lafayette. You didn’t mind letting him have some attention. John sat down near you.

“So, you guys are fine now?” John asked. You nodded with a smile. “What about all the problems from before?”

“Well, Lafayette has plenty of funds from France. And he is already looking for some sort of work. He also promised that if he has the same problem as before then he will definitely ask for help from his friends.”

“Huh. He really did have a solution to everything.” John mused.

“Well he may have had the life of a hero in France, at least for a while, but he was missing something. And my life alone here wasn’t much better.” You shrugged.

“Oui.” You heard Lafayette say from behind him. Then you felt him press a soft kiss to the top of your head. You tipped your head back and smiled at you. John was observing the two of you with a soft smile of his own. “But we no longer need to worry about mon vie or Y/N’s. There is only one life that matters now. And that is our life, now and the future of it. And this time nothing will get in the way or ruin it.”

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Grieving Son (Hamilton fanfic)

Disclaimer: This was inspired by the scene from Beetlejuice The Musical 

It’s been about for almost four years since the death of Alexander Hamilton after dueling with Aaron Burr. Ever since the death of Hamilton. The African American male had soon left the country to England. Leaving his only daughter Theodosia behind as she was engaged to be married toward Philip Hamilton. Apparently, almost three years ago Philip was shot during a duel as well but luckily survived. Though it wasn’t meant to be for Alexander Hamilton as he was shot right before his ribs. The doctor did everything they could to save the husband and father for the family but it was too late. After a week is when the Caribbean immigrant soon passed by leaving a beautiful wife and eight beautiful children behind. Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton let out a horrifying scream when realizing that her husband died in her arms. The death took a great toll for the children including James Alexander Hamilton whom he was extremely close with his father. The death just shook James into denial where he didn’t believe that his father is actually dead. 

Until the funeral is when  James was hit into the wrath of reality where his father is actually gone. Taken away from this earth, Alexander Hamilton died way too young within his 40’s never getting the chance to grow old with his widow wife. Never getting the chance to see his children getting married or seeing his grandchildren being born. James took the consideration of going through the grief of Alexander’s by wearing multiple black clothing and sometimes wearing his father’s clothing. Some of them fit him including that green suit but most of the clothes fit his older brothers. James began wearing a lot of black clothing lately rather than his usually red suits or red vest etc. Eliza assumes that’s her son's way of coping with Alexander’s death. He did lose his father at 12 years old and just turn only 16  now, still, a young child who needed his father within his life. Even after 4 years of his death

Every night James would cry in silent on his bed with his father picture laying right next to him and just holding it tightly. There are days where the young son just laid in bed for a couple of days just only eat, bathe, read, then sleep. That cycle would go on for only three days for the past 4 years. Soon, Eliza began dating the one and only Lafayette since a year before Alexander’s death is when then former French soldier lost his wife to an illness. It was hard for him to become a single father of four children. After the French revolution, Lafayette decided to start a new life back in America. Along with his beautiful children, is when two years passed by after Hamilton's funeral is when he and Eliza decided to become a couple. They couldn’t be happier being together and perhaps it was something that their late significant others would’ve wanted.

All the children from both families knew about them dating except for James since knowing he wouldn’t take it lightly. Well, this agreement couldn’t be any more true than ever at first the young teen was upset but gotten over it since his mother and Uncle Lafayette were only dating. Convincing himself that the relationship wouldn’t work out and would just resume as friends just like in the beginning. Ooooh, James Hamilton wouldn’t be more wrong than ever is when last night. The newly founded engage couple was snuggling against each other while sharing a few kisses until suddenly hearing James shouting at John. The two boys were running around the house just yelling at each other causing Eliza just jumps out of bed while Lafayette covers himself underneath the bed. Like, that would have fooled anyone but who knows?

James burst into his mother’s room with scowled looks on his face is when the mother instantly know that look. Assuming that John has taken the liberty to steal his brother’s books once again. Ever since Lafayette’s children invited themselves into their homes has caused the house to be louder and more ruckus than ever. James couldn’t take the loud noises in this house any longer. Grabbing a large suitcase from underneath his mother’s bed. The same mother who was having an inner heart attack praying that James doesn’t take the bed covers off. Her prayers were almost as James finish packing up his items. Most likely to stay with her father at Upstate for the time being. Not alarm by this situation as James is becoming a young independent man. This wasn’t the first time that James left home and stay with her sisters, father, or sometimes Hercules’ place as well. 

Confirming he had everything he needed in the slamming it shut. That is until the luggage catch the glim of the cover which was immediately revealed Lafayette laying down on Eliza’s. The teenage boy stares at his French Uncle who was laying on his mother’s bed in shock before staring at his mother. Eliza's face was in a deep shade of red with second hands down of embarrassment. As Lafayette was just laying there frozen in his place unaware of what to do now. James slightly shaking still staring at his mother with an equal amount of shock and calm expression on his face. 

“M...Mother...why is Uncle Lafayette...in your bed?” James asks

Both the adults sigh deeply knowing deeply that time for  James to know their engagement sooner or later as the other children did. It was one thing for him to accept them for dating but getting engaged and married right off the bat. Not only that but Alexander’s fourth child is still going through the grieving process of handling his father's death. Despite the fact that Hamilton died over 4 years ago but James still remembers the funeral as if it happened yesterday. He can’t just accept it now not after everything his mother, siblings, and himself been through. Except Eliza believes this is good for both her and the children since Lafayette would be a wonderful step-father toward Philip and the others. A father figure is what James needed in his life right now. 

“James...” Eliza whisper before continue to speak, “James...son. Gilbert ask for my hand in marriage and I accept his proposal”  

“What...?” James gasped before clinging onto his mother attempt to dissuade her of this man's proposal. Why would his mother decide to get married once again? It’s been a short 4 years old since Alexander’s passing...Eliza shouldn’t be getting married again. Right...his mother still loves his father...? She wouldn’t betray his father..even after his death?

“Mother, please you can’t!!!” James plead 

“James, please son. This is a good thing for all of us. I need a husband you need a father” Eliza responded 

“I HAVE A FATHER!”

James shouted and smack his mother's hand away from his shoulder. Tears were streaming down his face for the first time in the last six months. Lafayette walked closer to the young teen before holding his hands. The teenager's heart skips a beat as his late father used to hold his hand during hard times. Lafayette gave me a small warm smile that Alexander always gave to him. Except this is Lafayette, this man isn’t his father and will never be apart of his family nor his life. 

“James, I know this is hard for you. But perhaps your mother and I becoming husband and wife. Perhaps me being your future step-father...is faith bringing us together” Lafayette explains

James tears were still rolling down his face before yanking his hand away from this...person. Alexander Hamilton is the only man and only father figure he needed. He’s not gonna let his Uncle Lafayette, his father's best friend to be his replacement of the only male parental he misses the most. Looking down to the ground as tears continue flooding down his face not daring to stare at his mother in the eyes. 

“ I wish I was dead instead” James spat

Eliza and Lafayette gasp in shock as James quickly pulls the covers off his suitcase before rushing out of the house. The mother began crying against her fiance who was comforting her in his arms at the moment. While Philip and the others witness James rushing out of the house, not giving a second glance. The only place that James could only go at the moment. His late father’s office, luckily no one else has taken over Hamilton's office even after four years since his death. Guess, they wanted to respect him leaving his office untouched and kept clean and tidy. It was also the place where he would go visit Alexander after school, when he or his siblings were arguing, sometimes even spend the nights with his father. Still, the one place where his father’s spirit is still alive and not be taken away from his grasp.

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3.28.20

Coronavirus

Levi and I are in Florida right now, quarantining ourselves from the coronavirus. its already our 5th day here— we left nyc on the morning of 3/24. Levi drove literally 14 hours in one day, we finally got a few hours rest in savannah and then booked it again until we reached west palm beach. were staying at an airbnb and its pretty spacious, clean, and has an amazing heated pool. the owners live right next to us which is annoying because it feels like our parents are watching over us. other than that, the weather has been beautiful and everything else is relatively comfortable. we did $700 worth of groceries so that we wouldn't have to leave the house and potentially get sick. I have to admit I'm loving being a homemaker— my daily decisions include what bikini to wear to the pool, what to make and eat for each meal, and who to talk on the phone with. I feel really privileged and blessed that I have Levi; because of him I am able to live in comfort and not worry about having a roof over my head or whether I will get to eat. because of this whole virus shit, im not working at either of my jobs. my first job is as a behavior technician, where I teach life skills to little children with autism. nyc shut its schools down which means we can't continue our services either because its not safe to be outside right now and to gather with many people. my supervisor is aware of her employee’s financial struggles so she's instituted paid online training where we can at least have a little income while the situation blows over. in my other job, I work as a receptionist and JUST got promoted to management but unfortunately haven't been able to work one day in my new position. how life works. thankfully, my boss called me (and all the other staff) to update us on when he will be reopening the salon and how things will be going forward. he said I may have to take on a bigger role in the future. that makes me hopeful that he isn't thinking about firing me, so for now I will continue to be patient.

other than my own lack-of-work problems, I am doing okay. Levi makes enough money that I technically don't have to be working. I feel fucking lucky that I don't have to stress about my finances or any external factors. true, Levi is still stressing and working away; since he works remotely anyway, his job has not been affected. but for me personally, I am trying not overthink or become anxious about the outside world. in the end, I don't have the ability to create any type of change. this may sound hopeless but actually it is just helping me to let go of things that are not in my hands. I still worry about my family and friends, about small business owners, about the economy, about how the world will look once we come out of this, but I am tying to distance myself from it as much as I can. im in the middle of Florida— escaped far from my home, so I will let that guide my emotions. I am here now, I will just have to make the best of it. Levi smokes and he wanted to leave for two reasons. the first is because nyc is incredibly packed and there is a much higher chance of becoming infected simply because of how crowded the city is, the lack of space, and the amount of people who still have to go to work despite being sick or not. the second reason is that Florida has less people, and enough hospitals so that should anything happen to us we can still access healthcare without being put on an intense wait, or possibly dying while waiting. its true that Florida has more old people— from what I see of Italy, the older generation is getting sick, and dying, at such a rate that hospitals are deciding to prioritize younger lives— so if we do get sick, I think they would probably, hopefully, take care of us first. its fucked up but so is life in general.

I believe the govt wants to kill people by the masses which is why not a lot is being done in terms of efficiently safekeeping people. how does a country like the us which has so much wealth and the “greatest military in the world” unable to have the resources to take care of its sick, not properly enforce people to stay inside, and give priority on bailing companies out rather than individuals or families? by choice. the more people die, the more the rest will become scared and be willing to give up their rights. I wonder if people will take a step back and think, just weeks ago all these minimum wage workers were called “low skilled”, uneducated, and useless and YET here we are, relying on them to keep us fed, to transport us, to have things running smoothly. how do we allow that as a society. if these minimum wage workers weren't fucking desperate and already worried about feeding their families, they would not put up with it. that's how capitalism works, it literally exploits workers who don't have better options. people are probably too scared right now to do anything. they need these shitty jobs, this shitty pay. I read a meme that said “I received a letter that said I am an essential employee, and a paycheck that clearly said I am not”. that's what the fuck these people are being forced to endure. its not like the big companies are gonna die out. and even if they do, fucking let the. all of these motherfuckers are so greedy, fucking Jeff Bezos has a fundraiser so that people can donate to his sick workers. motherfucker, what the fuck are YOU doing? richest man on earth, biggest piece of shit. I hope he fucking dies. and okay, lets say these people are not important, let them die. the poor, the homeless, the druggies, the mentally insane, the losers. let them die out. what about the ‘worthy’? the ones battling it out in the hospitals and healthcare industry. they don't even have proper attire to protect them from the very ones they are trying to save. what about them? don't we care enough to help them either? if every doctor and nurse get infected, who is going to be left to take care of the rest of the population? what's the point. even if these people want to be selfish they can't. the govt would willingly let us die out rather than give us a cent. I hope people can see through this veil, can see through their issues and hinderances and see where the problem lies. when we finally understand that WE are them, we are the poor, we are no better than the next, we are not motherfucking Jeff bezos, only then can we come together and ignite a revolution. until then, these are just thoughts circling my head. 

I am trying to take this time to work on some hobbies that I don't have time for in my usual life. thank god I don't have to worry about children to feed. thank god I don't live paycheck to paycheck. thank god I live with my husband, my companion, and am not stuck in a household where I would feel extremely stuck. I feel extremely grateful that I can treat this escape like a vacation, when so many others are struggling. because I am unable to help others much, I am trying to focus on bettering myself as much as I can. my goals are to cook daily, practice my French, work out by doing krav maga, yoga or regular home workouts, read some books, and routinely start to write again. the most I can do for my loved ones is be there emotionally and possibly send them some money. I had a little sum of money saved up which I gave to my mom before I left, and still have a little left for whoever else may need. I hope this all ends soon and we come out better and stronger, because the alternative would be devastating.

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The Lotto (TJeff x Reader) (Part 4/?)

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Trigger Warnings: being called a whore (That´s the only Trigger Warning, I guess?!)

 Description: You finally go with Thomas to one of his cabinet meetings. You are the only woman there. Some men don´t agree with women being there. You get to know Madison and Washington.

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Y/N … Your Name

Y/L/N … Your Last Name

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Rêver de quelque chose de beau. (French) … Dream of something beautiful.

A few weeks after your failed attempt to go back home, you became good friends with Sally and Thomas. Sally now knows that you really are from 2008. You live in the Jefferson estate with both of them and some other slaves. You fell into their daily routine and liked it there. You helped everywhere you could, but today, at the breakfast table, Thomas asks you something very unusual.

“Y/N, would you like to come with me to a cabinet meeting?” You look up from your breakfast and stare at him, looking for any sign of sarcasm, which you often found in his voice after he came back home from cabinet meetings and talked about Alexander Hamilton, who he said, was the most arrogant person he´d ever met and that he should go back to where he came from. “Okay, I´ll come with you.” You smirk. “If you´re scared of Hamilton, I´ll protect you!” He mocks shock and gasps, then you both start laughing very loud. You´ve never heard him laugh like that. You could listen to that laugh forever. Both of you stop laughing and stare at each other, until Thomas catches himself. “Ah uh, well… Okay, good. I will be waiting outside.” “Yes, I just have to get my coat.” You smile and he smiles back.

Soon you´re in the building where the meetings are held at. Thomas leads you over to some seats. “I´ll come back after the meeting. I´m going to sit right there.” He points at the chair at the opposite of the room. “I´ll be fine! But, thank you!” you both beam at each other. Little did you know, that George Washington was watching both of you interacting from one end of the room. He smirked to himself.

The meeting begins soon and you realize you´re the only other woman in the room. You also realize many of the men watch you suspiciously from the corner of their eyes. But you try to concentrate on the ´cabinet battle´, you called it now, since it was more like a battle than a meeting. President Washington explains that the French allies need the Americans to fight against the British troops. The meeting starts and you listen closely. Even though you know how it will end, you listen closely. Thomas has very good points about the whole situation. “We signed a treaty!” he explained. “We needed money and guns and half a chance. Who provided those funds?” His friend, James Madison coughed: ”France.” An approving murmur went through the crowd. ”In return, they didn´t ask for land. Only a promise that we´d lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy, but now it´s the time to stand!” Thomas almost yelled. “I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate, I´ll remind you, that he is NOT Secretary of State. He knows nothing of loyalty,” a voice in the back of the room calls out: “Nothing!” “Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty, desperate to rise above his station! Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation!” The crowd goes wild and you can see Thomas practically glowing! “Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response…” Washington tries to calm the people as Hamilton slowly stands up. “You must be out of your DAMN mind if you think, the President is gonna bring the nation to the brink,…” You flinch when he yells. You would´ve never thought that Alexander Hamilton could have a voice this big. “…of meddling of a military mess, a game of chess where France is Queen- and Kingless! We signed a treaty with a king whose head is now in a basket! Would you like to take it out and ask it: ´Should we honor our treaty, King Louis´ head?´ ‘Uh, do whatever you want, I´m super dead!’” You´re shocked that Hamilton sounds more like a child than a politician. Your thoughts are interfered by Washington standing up and calling through the crowd. “Enough, enough! Hamilton is right!” You don´t understand. Why does he think Hamilton´ plan is better? At least Thomas had better points!, you thought. You used to think, that you would like Hamilton and that Thomas was just over exaggerating, but now… well, let’s just say you don´t like Hamilton anymore. Thomas tries to interrupt, but Washington keeps talking. “We´re too fragile to start another war!” “But sir, do we not fight for freedom? The people are leading!” he tries to reason. Washington shakes his head. “The people are rioting. There´s a difference. Frankly, it´s a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality.” The President says in a soft but firm voice. He tells Hamilton to drop the statement of neutrality.

The people slowly start to stand up and you make your way to Thomas, who looks disappointed. “Hey, it´s okay. You´ll win next time! I think you had better arguments.” You smile up to him. He looks down to you, smiles and wants to say something when a man out of the audience yells: “Look! Jefferson brought another whore with him!” Thomas and you both glare at the man. Thomas opens his mouth, but you shut him up. “Thomas, let me. I can handle this!” He closes his mouth again as you turn back to the man, who´s still standing there. “I´m sorry sir. Did you just call me a whore?” He grins. “Well, I´m sorry! Were you trying to offend me? Because the only thing offending me in this room is your face!” You can hear Thomas snicker behind you. The mans´ eyes grow wide and he flushes before he runs out of the rooms, flustered.

You turn back to Thomas and see him grinning. “Was that good?” you ask him, a bit unsure. “That was fantastic!” he laughs. His laugh makes you smile and soon both of you start laughing. “I´ve never heard a woman defend herself like that. But, I´ve also never seen Mr. Smith get flustered and run this fast!” you hear someone laugh. You turn around and see James Madison, best friend and partner of Thomas´. “You must be Y/N Y/L/N. It´s wonderful to put a beautiful face to this name!” you blush. He takes your hand and kisses it softly. “Thomas told me so much about you.” You don´t know, but you swear, you are able to blush even more. You spot Thomas from the corner of your eye and can tell he´s blushing too! “Well, I´ve heard much about you, Mr. Madison.” you smile. “Oh, please call me James, Ms. Y/L/N.” “Only, if call me Y/N.” He smiles at you. “Of course Y/N. If you´ll excuse me, I´ll be on my way home. It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. Good bye, Thomas!” You both say your goodbyes.

Just as you want to go, Washington approaches. “Thomas and the lovely lady who defended herself against Mr. Smith. I´ve never seen Mr. Smith being flustered! Thank you for making my day, Ms. …?” “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. But you can call my Y/N, Mr. President!” you laugh.  “Y/N. What a wonderful name!” he laughs too. “Thomas, can I talk with you for a moment? Alone?” “Of course, Mr. President!” Thomas and Washington go to a corner in the room. You take a few glances and notice Thomas blushing. What could make him blush? You ask yourself. You gather your things from your seat and look over to the President and Thomas, they seem to be discussing something. Politicians… you laugh as you shake your head. After they stop talking about whatever they were talking about, Thomas comes over to you and lends you his arm. “Shall we?” he asks you. You willingly take his hand and smile. “The president invited us for dinner tomorrow.” You look up to him. “Both of us?” you ask, not believing him. “Yes, of course!” he laughs. “Would you come?” “I would love to come with you!” you answer. “Good.” You can hear the smile in his face. You both step into the carriage and drive back to the Jefferson estate. You´re so exhausted, you fall asleep on his shoulder. Before you dose off, he whispers: “Rêver de quelque chose de beau.” Your last thought is as your eyes flutter shut: Damn, I should really learn French… He later carries you up to your room where you dream about the events of today.

A/N: Hello again! As always, I hope you liked this chapter! Yes, the ´Cabinet Battle #2´ is in this chapter. And Washington, Madison and Hamilton were in this one (and the stupid Mr. Smith). But anyways, next chapter Reader and Thomas are going to go to the Washingtons for dinner! I hope you´re as excited as I am!

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Mismatched Chapter 8

what’d I miss! A Little look into what Daveed is up to in Paris

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“What… The hell…?” Daveed sat up in an unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar Virginian accent escaped his throat, he quickly cleared it with his fist tapping gently on his adams apple.

The room looked like a cabin, large windows with light filtering in through them covered the walls, an old antique desk positioned next to the comfortable bed with a quilt draped lightly over Daveed’s new frame, it had spiraling magenta patterns with flowers all over it. There was a chair positioned parallel to the corner of the bed, it was pulled away from a tiny desk that was covered in papers and little dots of freshly dried ink and, well, of course, there was an inkwell.

Daveed lifted himself off the bed, stumbling towards the window, he looked out to see the long streets of Rue de Richelieu, men were outside dressed in fancy clothing, riding on old carriages with their wives and going into buildings with French names like Fauré Le Page.

His eyes began to focus on his faint reflection in the mirror, he noticed a familiar figure- much younger but he was sure who it was nonetheless.

“Well if it isn’t the white nickel himself,” Daveed remarked at his own figure, he stepped away from the window and stretched out his arms and his back, hearing little creaks and cracks here and there.

“Someone’s out of shape, Jesus…” Daveed grumbled, rubbing his back like an old man, he could have sworn Jefferson was only in his late 20s at this point in his life.

Daveed mumbled some of the lyrics to what’d I miss under his breath before collapsing back onto the squeaky bed, he tilted his head over to the door, there was a sign that read Hôtel d’Orléans in curvy letters.

“Okay, so… I’m gonna sort this out by talking to myself in a french building that I have no idea how to pronounce.” Daveed began to test out his new voice with that sentence.

“I was incredibly drunk last night at Lin’s house, and we went into the attic.” Daveed considered something for a moment before continuing his monolog.

“And then Lin fired a gun and now I am in the 3rd President of the United States and the guy on the Nickel’s body,” Daveed concluded with a nod.

“From the looks of it, I am in France… and I’d normally state the year to sound really smart, but I have no damn clue what the year is.” He admitted, before slapping his hand on his forehead.

“I’m Thomas goddamn Jefferson.” Daveed practically leaped out of the bed, rushing to the desk.

“I got responsibilities now??” He groaned, flipping through the papers and letters. One caught his eye, it was from George Washington, something about the revolutionary war, Daveed snagged it out of the pile and flopped onto the bed once more, opening it up carefully.

Dear Mr. Jefferson,

It seems as if your work in France is beginning to get less and less helpful, I know you Jefferson, you’re a smart man, you can easily use those words of yours and get this cause into the French’s minds, we need you Thomas. I expect an update to be here as soon as possible, by at least July. This country is counting on French aid, if you need I can arrange Marquis de Lafayatte to visit Paris and join you in joining our divided nations into one powerful force.

Thank you.

- George Washington.

Daveed cursed under his breath, the actual Thomas hadn’t read this letter, he didn’t know the date or how close July was. He would need to write a letter to respond to Washington with, getting Lafayette would be a good idea, maybe he could teach the Marquis how to rap, how funny would that be?

“What’d I miss.” Daveed sarcastically sung as he went back into the chair, fishing the quill out of the ink well and grabbing a fresh sheet of paper.

“This needs to be convincing… and the formatting from this era was absolute trash.” Daveed grumbled again as he pulled out one of Thomas’s letters to someone, he only had to know how Jefferson wrote, he read through about 15 of his letters before he decided to place the quill on the paper, writing out his letter.

Dear General Washington,

Despite my valiant and countless efforts to convince the French to join us to Revolution, they are not willing to take the word of somebody like me- from the looks of it they need more convincing, from a stronger force in France- Therefore your offer to send General Lafayette; we can meet In Paris, I’m currently resided in Hôtel d’Orléans, I trust the Marquis will know where that is. Keep in mind I am doing this in America’s best interests, so I will not hesitate to call for aid, even though I am more then capable of doing this with more cooperative clients.

Thank you for the offer and help.

- Thomas D.D Jefferson.

It took a good 30 minutes to finish his letter, he decided to add in the little D.D in the middle of the signature to spice it up a little, make the historians go nuts. He frowned when he put the quill down, his hands cramped and uncomfortable, this man needed a wrist brace for sure. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────── “Gameplan, we grab Daveed and Jon, assuming they are here- Jefferson arrives here after the war, right?” Anthony looked at Lin for reassurance, Lin nodded back at him.

“Daveed should be back after Yorktown is over… Well… a Year after… Okay four years later, but I imagine He’ll try and get here faster, god I hope he does.” Lin mumbled, Anthony cursed and continued.

“Jon’s In Britain, but when Yorktown would Washington and the King have a meeting, is that in Britain or America?” Lin shrugged, honestly he’d never looked into that aspect.

“We have to trust Groff on this one, that is if he’s even here with us,” Lin spoke, that prayed that somehow the other’s could hear this conversation somehow.

“So… We all go have a drink at the bar and get into the attic, or whatever roomed it happened in and shoot the damn Bayonet.” Anthony concluded.

“What are you two planning?” a voice alarmed the two to the third person in the room, they both quickly saluted.

“General McWriter!” They both announced as she stepped forward.

“I apologize for coming in unannounced, but I heard the word of the king… and our plan…” McWriter seemed suspicious, her tone was serious and curious at the same time, damn were they intimidating as all hell looking at the two.

Anthony looked like a deer in headlights, as Lin puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“We have something we must confess to you General McWriter, and in return, we ask a favor of you. But you must promise not to bring this conversation to other places, in return we will do the same for you.” Lin spoke calmly, Anthony shot him a glare and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Are you crazy! Sh- he’ll get us execu-” Lin put a finger to Anthony’s mouth.

“I trust this General, John. I know how we can do this safely.” Lin whispered back.

“What are you two saying?” The General raised an eyebrow at the two.

“Allow us to shed light on the situation me and… My friend are having.” Lin pulled a chair over for the General to take a seat in, she listened to them hesitantly.

“First off, adress me as Lin in this conversation and John Laurens as Anthony.” The General nodded.

“We aren’t supposed to be here, yes we’re supposed to be in America, we are not spies by any means, by we aren’t supposed to be here, I mean we are not supposed to be in this time.” Lin explained, the General nodded again, seeming unfazed.

“In reality, now I know this sounds crazy, but me and Anthony are both actors, we are supposed to be in the year 2017, we got drunk and shot a bayonet and there was a light and we ended up in the bodies of Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens.” The General blinked, her eyes were wide but there was no ounce of disbelief in them.

“You… Aren’t Alexander or Colonel Laurens, Alexander and John are elsewhere? Supposedly in the year 2017.” The general spoke, Lin and Anthony nodded.

“We actually… Well we aren’t sure where John and Alexander are right now, but if we can make this plan happen we can go back and you guys can have the real guys back.” Anthony shrugged.

“But two other friends came with us, their names are Daveed and Jonathan, we assume Jon is currently inhibiting the body of King George… Unfortunate but if he is, this was will be over in mere months, Jonathan cares much for Americans and will no doubt end the war early, and Daveed would be in the ambassador to France- Thomas Jefferson’s body.” Lin continued, General McWriter continued to nod.

“If you need any assistance in returning these bodies to their original rightful owners I would be glad to help, though I think this Jonathan would be better off here, the King is a scum.” The General hissed, Lin and Anthony laughed awkwardly.

“I think he’d be pretty scared right now, though… He has his best friend and musicals he has to work on, unfortunately he belongs in the future y’know.” Anthony leaned back on his chair, putting his left arm behind his neck for support.

“Yes, I understand that.” the General nodded.

“Now we asked a favor of you, I’m gonna go check to see if anyone is awake besides us right now, just in case.” Lin crept out of the room, leaving only Anthony and the General.

“You’re not freaked out?” Anthony asked, the General chuckled.

“I’m amazed, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, it’s just making me think of what the future is like.” Anthony smiled at the comment.

“It’s cool, America is free and all that jazz.” The General seemed confused by Anthony’s word choice, the two just sat in silence until Lin shuffled back in.

“We’re good, now I wanted to ask you, I hope you can truthfully answer this, or give us a signal, we’ll let you know that we will not tell a soul.” The General has a small spark of fear in her normally intimidating eyes.

“Are you crossdressing?” Lin whispered, the General flinched, her eyes were no more than pinpricks, she hesitated before nodding.

“You…” Anthony started, the General whimpered slightly.

“Are amazing! A gift to the revolution!” Anthony concluded, both he and Lin had accepting smiled on their faces.

“Do not tell a soul of this boy's.” She ordered them as she stood and left the camp.

“Nice work.” Anthony grinned at Lin.

“No problem.” Lin helped Anthony out of his seat.

“Washington’s probably gonna wake up soon and since we’re basically secretaries we’re gonna write our asses off.” Lin said with a dramatic flair.

“You make it sound like it’s gonna be something epic.” Anthony scoffed.

“You’ll see how fun writing is when you’re doing it inside of a historical figure’s body.” Lin hummed.

“We should teach some soldiers how to sing sometime, that would be fun.” Lin grinned at Anthony

“That’s the spirit!”