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#AS HAMILTON DID W ELIZA
yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year
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Mrs. Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton, the daughter of General Philip J. Schuyler, and widow of Alexander Hamilton, 1st., took him [Reverend Alexander Hamilton] then a little boy in his seventh year to St. Paul's Chapel. New York, and said to him: “If anyone ever tells you that George Washington was not a communicant of the Church, you say that your great grandmother told you to say that she ‘had knelt at this chancel rail at his side and received with him the Holy Communion.’”
Source — Mrs. Alexander Hamilton, Witness That George Washington Was a Communicant of the Church
This book was an interesting quick read! Apparently many were questioning George Washington's “lack of orthodoxy”, and it talks a lot about the later generation of the Hamiltons' and their accounts in regards to the inquiries. It mainly revolves around Reverend Alexander Hamilton's accounts, who was the son of John Church Hamilton. But it includes interesting tidbits about the family, like a trip JCH and his family took to Washington D.C. in the spring of 1854. They were likely visiting Eliza because she was already living there with her daughter, Holly, since 1848;
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING IN MAY, 1854, that the family coach drew up in front of the family home, 17 w. 20th. Street, New York City. There Mrs. General Hamilton (who had come on from Washington, D. C., with her son), her daughter-in-law, Mrs. John Church Hamilton, and A. Hamilton (the writer of this letter and present Rev. Alexander Hamilton) entered and rode to Wall Street, corner of Broad, New York City. THEN MRS. GENERAL HAMILTON, her daughter-in-law and great-grandson, Alexander, entered the former house of Alexander Hamilton. Going to the front window, Mrs. Hamilton said, “I, with Mrs. Knox and other ladies, looked from this window over to Federal Hall and saw George Washington inaugurated first President of the United States. Then we all walked up Broadway to St. Paul's Chapel, Fulton Street. Washington, Chancellor Livingston, General Knox and your great-grandfather (meaning General Hamilton), went into the chapel and occupied the pew on the north side. We ladies sat just back of them, but Mrs. Washington was not present, being yet at Mount Vernon. A festal celebration was held, sermon preached by the rector, and the Holy Communion was also celebrated, at which Washington, members of his party and many others partook.” Mrs. Hamilton then said to me, ‘My son, I have taken you to Wall Street and there depicted the inauguration; then to St. Paul's Chapel, where Washington attended divine service, and received the Holy Communion. I want you to transmit these facts to future generations, as some have asked, “Was Washington a communicant of the Church, did he ever partake of the Holy Communion?”’
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The above photo was included in the book and writes at the bottom; “Courtesy of the Rev. Joseph P. McComas, D.D. The Washington Pew in St. Paul's Chapel, where, according to the testimony of Mrs. Alexander Hamilton, George Washington received the Holy Communion on the day of his Inauguration as first President of the United States.”
An additional anecdote may be referring to Washington's prayer at Valley Forge that is often speculated, included with various art pieces of it. [x] It has always been doubted due to the lack of confidential source material, but Rev. Hamilton claims his grandmother and great-grandfather saw something similar;
Mr. Hamilton further related that when his great-grand-mother was a young girl, before her marriage to Alexander Hamilton, she was with her father, General Philip Schuyler, one of Washington's aides, at Valley Forge, and saw the terrible sufferings of our men, and heard at that time Washington's fervent prayer that all might be well.
Henry Morford referenced in his book, in 1876, a prayer Washington had once made that one of his troops had recorded;
Tis Pride with these old men To tell what they have seen. 'Twill be Pride, when we are old, To say that in our youth We heard the tales they told And looked on them in their truth.
Source — The Spur of Monmouth, Or, Washington in Arms: A Historical and Centennial Romance of the Revolution, from Personal Relations and Documents Never Before Made Public, by Henry Morford · 1876
I'm not sure why continuously throughout the book they add an additional generation to the titles, for example Eliza was only Reverend Hamilton's grandmother, not his great-grandmother. And the same is used again when Reverend Hamilton recalls stories he heard from his uncle Alexander Hamilton, Jr., (Second son of Hamilton and Eliza's, generational namesakes do become annoying) about Washington and his attendance to church. It's interesting on it's own, but intriguing to think why Alexander remembered this. The Hamilton family and Washington family did spend a lot of time together when they were neighbors in Philadelphia during Washington's presidency, and the children were playmates together—So it can be speculated that they may have attended church together or Hamilton's kids may have attended with the Washington's;
MY GREAT-UNCLE ALEXANDER, son of General Hamilton, also told me how Washington after his return to Mount Vernon was a regular attendant of the services of the parish church. And on one occasion, when many prominent men were calling on him, Washington said to them, ‘The church bell is ringing in yonder church, to which I go, and I hope you will all do so.’
Anyway, it was a splendid find on Internet Archive.
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d10nsaint · 1 year
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HELP I CANT FIND THAT ONE POST U DID ABOUT MANHWA X HAMILTON CROSSOVER, but
wait for it — og!cale (tcf)
that would be enough — diana and claude (wmmap)
it’s quiet uptown — felix and lily when athy ran off (wmmap)
who lives, who dies, who tells your story — wmmap OR tcf
OMG FOR THE WAIT FOR IT ONE IT COULD BE KRS!CALE AS HAMILTON AND OG!CALE AS AARON BURR
who lives,who dies, who tells your story could be Choi Han and Raon as Eliza talking abt Cale (Hamilton)
‘THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH’ FITS SOOO MUCH OMG
WHAT IF THE SCHUYLER SISTERS WERE LILY,PENELOPE AND DIANA(W/O ROMANCE) LILY AS ELIZA, DIANA AS ANGELICA AND PENNY AS PEGGY??
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pub-lius · 2 years
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If I can ask you, what were Hamilton’s hobbies if you know or haven’t made a post on them yet?
ooo great question!!
this is actually a bit difficult bc Hamilton was a l w a y s working lmao
But he did really enjoy reading all throughout his life. He seemed to enjoy Roman and Greek literature in addition to other works of the Age of Enlightenment.
He also dabbled in poetry, but not very often. I think we also have a drawing of his, but its um… abstract
I think the most interesting hobby of his was singing. He would sing with his daughter while she played the harpsichord, and I believe Eliza played the guitar (correct me if I’m wrong). But he would also sing songs from the war at parties with his friends. There’s one story of him leading a group singing How Stands the Glass Around right before his duel with Burr, and it pissed Burr off. I’m pretty sure that song or Chester was his favorite.
I think that’s all, but if anyone knows anything else, feel free to reblog!! Hope this helps <3
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Hamilton Review!!!
so i just saw hamilton in boston and thought i’d give a review!
first off, i really enjoyed it!!! the cast was AMAZING (i wanna say better than the original but i feel i’ll make someone mad, so i’ll keep that to myself). there was tons of potential and it was met!!! beyond expectations!!! i cant just lump everyone together so i wanna give reviews on each character 
before i start that i just wanna say THE CAST WAS SO ATTRACTIVE? LIKE I USUALLY DONT NOTICE STUFF LIKE THAT BUT EVEN MY GRANDMA WAS LIKE “i feel like this cast was so much better looking than the original, especially aaron burr” AND. I HAVE TO AGREE WITH HER. but moving on…
Hamilton: Pierre Jean Gonzalez
yes. i loved him. at first i wasn’t a HUGE fan bc he was different compared to lin, BUT THEN IT GOT PROMISING. he was HANDSOME AS HELL and he had a strong voice. it was very husky which i wasn’t a huge fan of, but then again, it got promising as the show went on. 
Eliza: Nikisha Williams
she was beautiful, she had a very easy voice to listen to… but i WILL say that it didn’t carry the emotion and control i wish it did. her voice was relatively… flat (i’m sorry i feel so bad) and her voice was almost too strong on some occasions. but i really liked her. i do wish that toward the end she could’ve been more heart-shattering, but maybe i’m just used to phillipa being an ICON in act two. 
Burr: Jared Dixon
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. first, HANDSOME. LIKE REALLY HANDSOME. AND TALL?! but honestly, i fucking loved this guy. his voice was relatively more higher compared to leslie, but it wasn’t annoying like i’d thought it would be. he was AMAZING at vocal control, but he didn’t have to strongest voice (not a negative thing tbh). he had a very soft voice and loud one when needed and i loved it. especially in “the room where it happens”. he wasn’t as energetic as leslie but near the end (apparently, i didn’t notice) he and the ensemble did choreo related to magic mike? but anyway I LOVED HIM.
Angelica: Ta’rea Campbell
i love this girl. just as a person. but as angelica… i wasn’t completely thrown away or swept off my feet. she has a nice strong voice and is a great actor, but it wasn’t tremendous (GOD I FEEL LIKE A BITCH)
Washington: Marcus Choi
i. was. fucking. blown. away. this guy was amazing. and again, HANDSOME AS HELL. GOD I WAS MELTING IN MY SEAT. he was just stunning. and his skills did not disappoint. no matter what, whether singing solo or in a group, you can hear this man. his voice just stands out. his acting was relatively great, but i wasn’t focusing on that tbh. but i truly loved him as washington. my grandma thought it was hilarious that they casted an asian man as washington. (i mean the majority, if not ALL of the cast were pocs)
Lafayette/Jefferson: Jared Howelton
don’t get me fucking started. my favorite fucking character regardless of who plays it, but this guy made it all the better. i needed to take a breather at intermission bc of how excited i was getting to see him as jefferson. he was just so ICONIC as lafayette. he was definitely meant to be the comedic relief, and it was amazing to compare his to daveed’s portrayal. he was more funny, and like even the way he walked (as jefferson he had this “i’m great and everyone loves me and i’m swagger” walk going on. i fucking adored it.) and talked was on point and HILARIOUS. he had a very deep and tantalizing voice (is that the right word?) and he was also very handsome. do i prefer his over the original? maaaybe. they were both iconic in their own ways. so i’m not sure. but like I LOVE THIS GUY. 
Mulligan/Madison: Desmond Sean Ellington
didn’t really stand out. i honestly don’t think he was as iconic as the original portrayal. but he was relatively great.
Laurens/Philip: Elijah Malcomb 
he was SO DIFFERENT compared to anthony’s portrayal. it’s so hard to put it into words. more energy, but less homoeroticism (unfortunately). his voice was naturally really high so when he came in as philip i was like “??? is there a child onstage?” but i think he added to the effect on purpose. his death was HEARTBREAKING. i loved him tho.
Peggy/Maria: Jen Sese 
now this is gonna sound bitchy, but i was not impressed. maybe jasmine was just so iconic that she outshines everyone, but i’m not sure. it’s not like i didn’t like her, she’s just fine, but her portrayal was just kinda… boring. she just lacked something (zazz? idk man). her portrayal as maria lacked the confidence and sexual tension. her vocals were okay, same with the acting. (please don’t take this personally 😭) 
King George: Neil Haskell
i loved him. like a lot. compared to jon, his king was more… energetic and… god it’s hard to find words. but jon’s king was very poised and on point and stiff, but neil’s king wasn’t. (i’m not hating on either, i loved both portrayal sm) but this king was also a lot funnier and the way he moved and carried himself was great. but he sounded congested??? the entire show??? like idk he just sounded funky but it made it funnier. his accent was kinda horrible but it was great. and the way he said “jOHN aDAMS” was great. amazing king 
Charles Lee: Tristan Hill
i wasn’t gonna include this character but i just wanted to say, he was probably the most attractive person in the cast. and his voice matched. sorry for being a bastard, i’ll go now.
Ensemble
I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE CHOREO IN THIS. obvi it wasn’t the exact same IT WAS EVEN BETTer. like everyone was just perfect and on point. and everyone was hot as hell. and muscly. really amazing honestly.
just wanted to say i loved this show a lot. the stage looked really good and they did a lot more with lights and i love it. very pleasing to watch. also, THERE WERE ASL INTERPRETERS THERE. IT WAS SO AMAZING. I WAS SO HAPPY THEY DID THAT (i don’t need an interpreter in any way, but i just loved them being there) it was very fun to see how they interpreted the show. and there were only FOUR OF THEM? and they did great??? very often during the show i would compare there acting to the actors on stage. it was great
sorry this is so long, but i just needed to do this. 
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oliwonders · 3 months
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pasting this here from discord 🐉 (Hamilton hcs)
well the beginning is Lauriver but everything else is misc
ALWAYS AT ONE ANOTHER'S HIP
even when Max was around, whenever John was around Oliver was always w him somehow
I feel like they were both equally clingy—like touching one another somehow (like John always slinging his arm around Oliver and Alexander's shoulders and Oliver holding onto his arms or hands)
they accidentally fell asleep together once and Oliver was the big spoon and it stuck ever since
they didn't tell each other they were gay until Hamiliza's wedding because they thought it'd mess up their friendship because yk law and stuff it wasn't accepted at ALL back then
they didn't even tell each other about their crushes
I'd like to think they both join Angelica somehow during the toasts
they were Lafayette and Hercules kids™ I don't make the rules
if one did something then chances were that the other one followed along with
Oliver was pretty upset when she found out about the duel with Lee and it made John sad bc she was upset with him :(
whenever they drink, Oliver makes sure to stay completely sober for John's sake (and Lafayette and Hercules too if they're there. she doesn't care much for Alexander)
I'd like to imagine in the "You and I, do or die" part of "My Shot," John has his arms around both Hamilton and Oliver, but is looking mainly at Oliver during the "do or die" part
he def drags her everywhere, even when they were kids; during "Winter's Ball," if he was going somewhere, Oliver would be dragged behind him
going back to being Lafayette and Mulligan's kids, Lafayette definitely both knew they were gay and made sure they weren't questioned when they left the Wedding Ball for Alexander & Eliza, because he already knew what was up
Laurens house is Oliver's, as he's told her, and vice versa
they probably both have a key to each other's house theyre BESTIES besties
besties as in ppl assume they're together and they have to either awkwardly deny (mlm & wlw supremacy) or just "no we're just friends"
headcanon that ever since she was little she would call John "mein zukünftiger Ehemann" (My future husband according to my translator) as a little joke, never told John what it meant tho. and during the war, just in case, she would always call him that too but was always confused whenever she started to feel different the more she said it
im just gonna screenshot everything else.
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i was not copying and pasting all of that
anyways there’s more 🙏🏽
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so i was talking to my friend about the Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens letters, and she said she didnt like reading the ‘old timey language’- which i get. so this is for you, my good bitch
A. Ham: omg johnny ilsm. i want to be next to you so i can show you my love bro. omg i miss you homie. why’d you have to go off and steal my heart like that, you lil dick wtf
A. Ham: *doesnt get a reply right away bc john is literally fighting in a war and gets salty and proceeds to spam john up the literal ass*
A. Ham: i miss you bro sure would be cool if you would rIGHT ME BACK ONE A THESE DAYS. but uh legit i miss you and ur compamy write back or i will die- ps my wife is ugly as fuck but like shes got nice eyes, man. -ps ps write me back homie i miss you -ps ps ps lmaoo i have a big dick man but u know that hehe *more intimate things that havent been released bc theyre p much x rated*
A. Ham: *continues spamming john*
A. Ham: why wont u write me back wtf there is no excuse clearly you dont love me as much as i thought you did wtf 
A. Ham: since im getting married now (iykyk) you should totes come the night we get married ;))) nah but rlly homie you should come if not u have abandoned me pls come on and at least give me an excuse as to why u not writing like write me back youve broken my heart there is zERO excuse that will mend my broken heart homie- 
John: im fighting a fockin war bb get over it- xoxo ya boi
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froggywritesstuff · 2 years
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Blow Us All Away | Philip Hamilton (Chapter 8)
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,  Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)
‘Cabinet Meeting’
(T/W: mentions of su1c1de)
Y/N lay on her cold, creaky bed, hugging one of Philip's shirts that she 'borrowed'. To say she wasn't handling him leaving would be an understatement.
She told herself she was going to take a walk in the city, prove that she was fine without Philip. But that was easier said than done.
After a while, she hauled herself out of bed, got dressed and walked toward the door, when she heard a knock.
Hesitant, she asked, "Who is it?"
"This is the police, please open up." they replied.
Y/N's eyes widened in fear, before she pulled open the door, "Is something wrong?"
The officer gave her a weird look, before asking, "Is your name Y/N L/N?"
"Yes..."
"There's no easy way to say this, but... your father has been found dead."
Y/N's heart dropped.
"Wh-what?" she whispered.
"Your father is dead." the officer repeated, obviously not giving a care for Y/N, assuming she was just a wacky crossdresser.
"H-how?" Y/N swallowed, not even wanting to know the answer.
"I'm afraid he committed suicide." the officer explained with a face of artificial sympathy.
The ground beneath Y/N swayed and the room span round and round, everything becoming blurry.
"Ex-excuse me," Y/N mumbled, before shutting the door and falling to the ground.
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Y/N's eyes slowly fluttered open, her surroundings gradually becoming clearer.
She was met with Eliza at her side, a glass of water in her hands as she dabbed a piece of cloth on her forehead.
"Y/N, I was so worried about you," Eliza cried.
Y/N just looked around, her surroundings slowly becoming familiar, "Wh-what happened? How am I here?"
Eliza brought the piece of cloth away from Y/N, and handed her the glass of water, "Do you... do you remember when the police showed up at your house yesterday?"
"What?!" Y/N cried, not remembering anything.
"Sorry, sorry, that's probably not the best place to start," Eliza sighed, "What's the last thing you remember?"
Y/N thought for a moment, "I... I remember lying on my bed at home. I was sad. Then, someone knocked on my door. I answered it... then I fainted."
Eliza stared at Y/N sympathetically, knowing she would have to break the news, "Y/N... the people at your house were the police," Y/N's eyes widened and her breathing became heavy, "Don't worry, you weren't in trouble. They came to tell you that... your father... died."
Y/N felt her heart drop, "What?"
"I'm so sorry, Y/N."
"How did he die?" Y/N asked.
Eliza just looked down, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.
"How did he die?" she repeated, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Please."
Eliza took a deep breath, wiping away a small tear, "He committed suicide."
Once again, Y/N's heart dropped as she stared at Eliza with wide, glossy eyes, "N-no." she whispered becoming dizzy again. As the walls spun around in circles, she brought a shaky hand to her forehead.
Eliza noticed and grew filled with worry, "No, no, no, please don't faint again," she cried, pushing the glass of water toward Y/N.
She anxiously took a sip, taking deep breaths once she swallowed, before falling down onto her pillow.
"My dad's dead?" she whispered, ignoring the tear glistening down her face.
Eliza sighed, drying her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Y/N."
Y/N sniffled, rubbing the tears away, "It's fine. He already left me before. This is just like... the frosting on the cake. Now I don't have to have unrealistic hope that he'll come back."
"Y/N-"
"No, seriously. I mean it's not like I made him happy. After my mother died, it was only a matter of time before he realized I didn't matter in the long run."
"Y/N, please, that's not true." Eliza pressed, but was ignored once again.
"I guess trading alcohol for me was a good way to live out his last years."
"Y/N, stop it," she begged, finally catching Y/N's attention, "you know that's not true!"
"How do you know that?" Y/N demanded, sitting up straight in her bed, "From the very start he wanted nothing to do with me... I was just a waste of breath."
At this point, the tears were streaming down Y/N's face, her hands drenched from trying to dry her eyes.
Eliza sat down on the bed next to Y/N, wrapping her arm around her, "You wouldn't know this," Eliza began, letting the tears fall, "but when Alexander new him... he wanted nothing more than kids. He would all night long in his tent going on and on about his dream life."
Y/N sniffled, looking up at Eliza, "Wh-what would he say?"
Eliza smiled at Y/N, reminiscing about the memories with her father, "He would talk about having a beautiful wife, and having a beautiful baby girl with her."
Y/N smiled when another tear fell, "He did?"
Eliza nodded, stroking Y/N's hair, "You should've seen how excited he was when your mother was pregnant."
Y/N took a shaky breath when she heard all this.
Her whole life she had blamed herself.
She blamed herself when her mother died from the common cold.
She blamed herself when her father turned to alcohol.
She blamed herself when her father abandoned her.
And of course blamed herself for her fathers death.
"I know it's hard, Y/N. I know you're going to feel like no one understands you, and you'll never move on from this. But I promise you, it will get better. Because I know that your father is watching you from above. You might not think it, but he's looking out for you Y/N. I promise."
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Y/N spent all morning lying on her bed with Angelica, the two talking to try and distract Y/N from everything.
"So what would you want to do when you grow up?" Y/N asked, staring up at the ceiling.
"What do you mean?" Angelica questioned, her eyebrows furrowing together.
"When you're older. What do you wanna do with your life?"
Angelica looked up at the ceiling, shocked, "I-I've never thought about it. I mean, I've always thought that I wouldn't have to do anything because I'll have a husband."
Y/N rolled on her side to face Angelica, "Angie, when you grow up, you're gonna be such a strong and amazing woman, your partner isn't even gonna need a job."
"Yeah, right." Angelica scoffed.
"Well, obviously they might have to work as well because - stupidly - women don't get paid as much, but you're still gonna be an independent women."
"How do you know?"
Y/N smiled, "I just know."
Angelica smiled back, "Thanks, Y/N."
Y/N turned back to face the ceiling, "Or who knows? You might not even want a husband."
Angelica's breath hitched, "Y-you'd be ok with that?"
Y/N didn't even need to think before she answered, "Obviously. Whether you love a man, woman or no one. As long as you're happy. Why?"
"I... never mind, it's nothing."
Y/N looked at Angelica suspiciously, but ignored it.
'She'll tell me when she wants to'
Y/N then sighed happily, thankful that Angelica hadn't mentioned-
"So... you and Philip are way passed make out sessions, right?"
Y/N groaned, but backtracked at what she said, "Wait, what do you mean, way?" Y/N asked, dragging out the 'way' as Angelica did.
Angelica gave a sly grin, "Y/N."
Y/N just stared at the girl confused, "Angie?"
"Y/N." she repeated, a mischievous look in her eyes.
Suddenly, Y/N understood, "Angie!" she gasped, lightly shoving Angelica.
"You're telling me you haven't done it yet?" Angelica asked.
"We are fifteen!" Y/N huffed.
Angelica's laughter died down, "Oh yeah... man it's like someone keeps writing you guys as eighteen year old's."
"What?"
Angelica said nothing, just glared out into the distance.
"Ok..." Y/N mumbled.
Suddenly, the door knocked.
"Come in," Angie called.
In walked Eliza, "Y/N, would you mind coming down to the kitchen?"
"Oh, uh, sure." she responded, standing up from the bed.
Angie and Y/N smiled at each other before Y/N left and shut the door.
"What do you need, Eliza?" Y/N asked as they walked downstairs.
"It's actually Alexander." she answered, not even bothering to look at Y/N's reaction, she was sure she was shocked.
The two made it downstairs and saw Alexander writing notes on a piece of paper.
He looked up and smiled at the sight of Y/N, "Good, you're here. Go get changed into on of Philip's newer shirts and get back out here."
"Uh, why?"
"You're coming to one of my cabinet meetings." Alexander answered, thinking there was no need for a detailed explanation.
"Anything else?" Y/N asked.
Alex just shook his head, "No. I'll meet you in the carriage."
Y/N pursed her lips and threw her arms up in the air, "Great."
She walked back upstairs and walked into Philip's room.
Well, what used to be Philip's room.
Most of it was gone, except for the empty bed frame, his wardrobe and his desk.
Y/N remembered when she helped him pack, she convinced Philip to not take all of his clothes, as he wouldn't even wear them all. Philip knew he real reason why she wanted him to leave some of his shirts behind.
Anyway, Y/N walked over toward his wardrobe and flung open the doors.
She grabbed one of Philip's nicer shirts that Y/N had basically claimed as her own since Philip never wore it.
Once she put it on, she ran back downstairs and out the house, seeing the carriage Alexander was waiting in.
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The scenery flew passed Y/N and Alexander, though Alexander was more focused on the story in his newspaper.
"Alexander?" Y/N asked, prying her eyes away from the town scape.
Alex only hummed in response, gesturing for Y/N to continue, "People aren't going to judge me for... what I'm wearing are they?"
Alex didn't even look up from his newspaper, "For sure."
Y/N's eyes widened, "Well that's reassuring."
Alexander finally put his newspaper down, "Since when has that mattered to you?"
Y/N just stared at Alex, confused.
"People will always judge each other for who they really are. It's whether or not you're brave enough to show who you really are."
A few more awkward minutes passed, when the carriage came to a halt.
"Are we here?"
"Yup." Alex replied, walking out the carriage, Y/N following behind. Alex held out his hand to help Y/N to the ground, but she didn't even notice as she jumped down onto the ground.
The two walked into the big building, filled with lots of men and - unfortunately - fewer women.
Y/N looked around at the crowd, taking notice of all the different people.
The men were dressed in fancy clothes, and some had servants with them. Others had slaves.
Y/N followed close behind Alexander.
Not even one minute inside the building and she was already receiving dirty looks.
The two eventually found there seats and waited for the meeting to begin.
Alexander had his nose stuck in his newspaper while Y/N was left to take note of the small details of the building to prevent losing her sanity to boredom.
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The room grew quiet, and quieter when a door swung open, two men walking through the door.
One was tall and wore a magenta suit, the other was shorter, and was coughing into his handkerchief.
"I'm telling you, Jimmy, he-" the taller man yelled, but cut himself off when he made eye contact with Alexander.
Alex groaned as soon as he heard the voice, shoving his newspaper away and standing up to face him.
"Jefferson." Alex spat as the two men marched toward him.
"Hamilton." Jefferson sneered.
The two just glared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, before Y/N cleared her throat, successfully grabbing their attention.
"Now that we've had that riveting introduction, would anyone mind telling me when the real action's gonna start?"
Jefferson looked down at Y/N, then back at Hamilton, "Who's the kid?"
"Oh, god," Alex sighed.
Y/N stood up with her arms crossed, glaring at Jefferson, "The kid has a name, Y/N L/N. I'd say it was nice meeting you, but I've been taught that lying is bad."
Thomas scoffed at Y/N, taken aback by her response but trying to act cool, "So you'll just take anyone off the streets now?" he asked Alexander, "No matter how crazy, huh?"
"That's enough," Alex hissed.
"You're right, I'll save it for when I win." Thomas declared, before walking away to his seat.
 "Don't you need to have a brain to win?" Y/N asked, purposely loud enough for Jefferson to hear.
The room was quiet again, when a tall man with no hair walked into the room and cleared his throat.
"The issue on the table," he began, "France is on the verge of war with England. Now do we provide aid and troops to our French allies, or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval. The only person you have to convince... is me." 
He looked down at his desk, then back up at Jefferson, "Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor sir."
Thomas cleared his throat and spoke, "When we were on death's door in need of help from an ally, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We needed money, guns and half a chance. Now who provided those funds?"
Madison cleared his throat and answered, "France."
"Exactly," Thomas exclaimed, standing up from his seat, "In return they didn't ask for land, only the promise that we'd lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors. We know revolution is messy, but now is the time to stand."
Some members of the cabinet cheered, while others yelled in protest.
"Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny," Jefferson continued, before looking down at Hamilton, "I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate. May I remind you that he is not Secretary of State!"
Y/N tried keeping up with everything that was being said, making mental notes in her head as Jefferson went on and on about how Hamilton shouldn't have a say in the argument.
"-desperate to rise above his station, everything he does betrays the ideals of our nations. Aye, and if you don't know now you know Mr. President." he finally finished, sitting back down in his chair.
"Thank you Secretary Jefferson," Washington said, before turning to Alexander, "Secretary Hamilton your response."
Many people cheered and hollered for him, anxious for him to start.
He looked down at the papers on his desk, waiting for everyone to be quiet.
"Come on, Hammy," Y/N whispered, leaning forward in her seat, fiddling with her hands.
The room was almost silent, before Alexander stood up from his chair, and slammed his hands onto the table.
"You must be out of your GODDAMNED mind if you think the president is gonna bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess. A game of chess, where France is queen and king-less! Sure, we signed a treaty. A treaty with a king who's head is now in a basket! Now, would you like to take it out and ask it?"
He the pretended to open up the basket holding King Louis head, and wave it around as if he were talking to it, "Oh should we honor our treaty King Louis head?"
Then he pretended to be King Louis head, "Uh do whatever you want, I'm super dead!"
"Enough! Enough!" Washington yelled, "Hamilton is right,"
"Mr. president," Thomas tried to argue.
"We're too fragile to start another fight!" Washington explained.
"But sir, do we not fight for freedom?!" Jefferson cried.
"Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead them."
"The people are leading!"
At this point, everyone was yelling arguing, and Y/N grew bored.
"The people are rioting," she announced, standing up from her seat, "there's a difference!"
Jefferson stared at Y/N with his eyebrow arched.
Many people looked at her either confused and/or disgusted.
Washington looked confused but intrigued, and gestured for her to go on.
"I can't help but believe that the president thinks it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality!"
Alexander looked up at Y/N, a prideful expression on his face.
"Yes..." Washington began, "Miss...?"
Y/N smiled but quickly answered the question, "Y/N, sir. Y/N L/N."
Washington nodded his head, "Miss L/N is correct," he announced, "I do believe Jefferson is letting his ideals blind him from the reality of the situation."
Jefferson scowled at Y/N, who just gave him a smug look as she sat back down in her chair.
"Hamilton," Washington called, "Draft the statement of neutrality."
"Yes, sir."
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The meeting ended and people eventually left and went back home.
As Y/N and Alexander were exiting the building, they became face to face with Jefferson.
"Did you forget Lafayette?" he asked, frustration radiating from him.
"What?" Hamilton asked, clearly just waning to go home already.
"Have you an ounce of regret?" he asked, taking a step closer to the two, "You accumulate debt, you accumulate power, yet in their hour of need you forget."
"Lafayette's a smart man he'll be fine," Alexander sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance, "Before he was your friend he was mine. If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we'll never stop, where will we draw the line?"
"So quick witted," Jefferson scoffed.
"Alas, I admit it."
"I bet you were quite a lawyer."
"My defendants got acquitted."
"Yeah, well someone ought to remind you."
"What?" Alexander scoffed, crossing his arms.
"You're nothing without Washington behind you."
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vive-la-revolution · 3 years
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things i saw in The Other Fandom that just Don’t Make Sense
for those who want to know why we hate it
(note: this is not everybody in the fandom, just things i remember seeing that i absolutely despised)
uwu turtle boi laurens, obviously (god that makes me sick to even think about)
pheaker (philip hamilton x george eaker *gag*)
thilip???? (thomas jefferson x philip hamilton??? yes i knew someone who shipped this???)
fuckboy alexander hamilton (no. little ginger twink my beloved.)
using the musical as a historical reference (…why…?)
SO. MUCH. IDOLIZING. (they literally forgot everyone was a fucking asshole)
SO. MUCH. GODDAMN. X READER. FICS. (i don’t have anything against them but there were just so many)
the ships. literally. a. all the ships. absolutely none of them made sense save for a spare few. (the examples disgust me. the fact some people actually shipped eliza and angelica genuinely sickens me.)
w. where is any historical accuracy? like? ahem? stop using a musical as your only source of information?
all the drama, holy shit. (do you have any idea how many fights i witnessed over who did and didn’t ship what? the lams shippers over there are so toxic it’s not even funny)
i hope this provides some insight as to why the entire amrev fandom hates the hamilton fandom 😃
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hi! can i request tendou, nishinoya, and oikawa with a singer s/o? like not professional or anything but like theyve never heard it before and one day they hear them singing to themselves and like freak out bc they didnt know they were able to sing. tysm!
heyo it’s ur favourite admin, admin imeda LMAO. uh no promises that i’m back, i’m just here when it’s 12 am and i’m bored lol but if u do actually like my writing u can check out my ao3 (yes i am self promoing) which is maruyaaya :)
tendou w/ a singer s/o <3
he would go nuts when he hears you sing for the first time
he was probably staying over at your place and walked to your room to hear you singing and then freaked out
“y/n, do you have any chips- HOLY SHIT!”
you promptly shut up after that
he begged you to sing more. and i mean begged.
like for the next day he just kept asking to hear you sing again
when you eventually give in to his requests, the first thing you sing is his favourite song
you’re surprised he doesn’t start bawling on the spot
he endlessly praises you about it too
“y/n you’re so good!”
“y/n i love you so much!”
“y/n you’re such a good singer!”
“okay, tendou, i get it!”
you know that song he does thats like “smash it bash it into pieces smash their hearts” or whatever
well you sang it for him one time before a match
needless to say he was absolutely the mvp of that game
goes nuts over pretty much everything you do
he’s cute like that
nishinoya w/ a singer s/o <3
you guys were doing karaoke at tanaka’s place when he heard you sing for the first time
noya and tanaka had just performed a rather bad rendition of ‘my heart will go on’ and he was then pressuring you to go next
so you stepped up and started singing
noya fucking bluescreened.
like, this guy just fainted upon hearing you sing
it doesn’t matter if you’re even good or not, he can tell how much you love it and that’s enough to make his heart stop
when he finally recovered, he begged you to sing a duet with him
which you did because how the hell are you meant to say no to him?
he went to practice the next day boasting about how cool his partner is
everytime he hears you sing, he literally starts bouncing out of joy
he loves you that much where even the smallest note makes him jump in excitement
oikawa w/ a singer s/o <3
listen, this guy has a thing for theatrics
and by that i mean he loves musicals
the two of you were having a movie night and he was singing along rather loudly to ‘alexander hamilton’
you joined in too cause there was no way you were letting oikawa have all the fun
he turned to look at you with wide eyes
“you can SING?”
“well, i think everyone can”
“no, i mean you can sing GOOD!”
“uh yeah, i guess”
“jeez, how much cooler than me are you gonna get?”
absolutely boasts about it to anyone who will listen and to those who won’t
he begs you to sing duets with him all the time
definitely made you learn the entirety of ‘the schyuler sisters’ because he wanted to be angelica and you had to be both peggy and eliza
he’s lame
he wanted to learn an instrument like piano so he could play while you sing, but between volleyball and school he didn’t have the time
(you appreciated the thought anyways)
endlessly praises you every time you sing
like at some point the compliments have to get annoying right
he’s just a nerd who loves you so much
-admin imeda 💞
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i thought it’d be happy ~ aaron tveit
word count: 1220
request?: yes!
“aaron tveit pls !! either fluff or angst but preferably end w fluff if angst”
description: in which he decides to take her to a musical for their first date, and it doesn’t have the ending he was expecting
pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader
warnings: swearing, spoilers for hamilton
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Aaron bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to show up. He hoped she wouldn’t stand him up. She couldn’t if she knew he had already bought the tickets, right?
He knew he shouldn’t worry. She wasn’t even running late, he was just worried. Aaron was rarely one for blind dates, but after his Moulin Rouge co-star, Karen Olivo, boasted about her best friend to him, he decided to give things a shoot with (Y/N).
Maybe taking her to a Broadway show as their first date was a little too ambitious, but Broadway was where he felt most comfortable, and he wanted to give a good first impression.
He tried not to let his relief show when he saw (Y/N) approaching. She was wearing a beautiful knee length baby blue dress with a jean jacket over it, and her hair pulled back into a braid. If she was wearing makeup, Aaron couldn’t tell. She was naturally stunning.
“Hi!” she said, hugging Aaron. “It’s nice to actually meet you!”
“Yeah, you too!”
She smiled and a silence fell over the two of them. Aaron wasn’t sure what to say, and (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to continue the conversation.
“Oh!” Aaron said, rummaging through his pockets. “I know it’s probably a bit much for a first date, but I got us tickets to see Hamilton. I’ve been dying to see it, but I haven’t had time.”
“I’m such a huge history nerd, so this is really up my alley,” (Y/N) said. “I haven’t seen it either, or listened to the soundtrack, so this will be a first for both of us.”
Aaron smiled and offered her his arm. “Shall we, my lady?”
(Y/N) giggled and took his arm. “We shall.”
He handed her her ticket and they entered the theater. Their seats were close to the stage, which excited (Y/N). She had never been to a Broadway show before, and to be so close on her first one was exciting.
“I’ve never been to a Broadway show before,” she admitted.
“What?! Really?” Aaron questioned in disbelief.
(Y/N) laughed and nodded. “I never really had the money growing up to be able to afford a ticket, and then I just didn’t have the time to go. I have a feeling I’m going to regret that after tonight.”
“You definitely will. I may be bias, of course, but I always feel in my element with Broadway shows.”
Before (Y/N) could respond, the lights went down and the voice of “King George” spoke through the speakers, explaining the rules of the theater before the show started. Aaron and (Y/N) settled back into their seats, preparing to be sat there for nearly three hours.
Almost instinctively, (Y/N)’s hand found Aaron’s, which was resting on the arm rest, and laced her fingers with hers. Aaron glanced down at their hands and smiled to himself, figuring that this was a good sign towards the first date.
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Nearly three hours later, Aaron came to find the answer to whether or not (Y/N) was wearing makeup - the answer was no. How did he know this? Because there was nothing smudging or turning the tears running down her cheeks a different color.
As they exited the theater, both (Y/N) and Aaron were wiping their wet eyes. The final act of the musical was much more emotional than either of them were prepared for. (Y/N) had been crying for at least half an hour, while Aaron managed to hold it in until the last song.
“Well,” he said as they began walking away from the theater, “maybe Hamilton was the wrong musical to take a first date to.”
(Y/N) chuckled through the tears that were still falling down her face. “It might’ve been.”
“I thought it’d be a happier musical. I had such high hopes after the first act.”
“Did you not know that Alexander Hamilton was shot dead by Aaron Burr? Or that his oldest son was killed in the same way just three years earlier?”
“I knew he was shot dead, I guess I just thought...I don’t know, I didn’t think the ending would be that sad.”
“I don’t think the ending was sad, I think it was inspiring. Even after what he did to her, Eliza still went on to make sure that her husband would be remembered. She worked so hard for him, did so many good things, and yet we rarely ever talk about her, because she was just his wife that he cheated on. I think that’s inspiring. The song itself is pretty sad when you think about it, I feel like most of act two was just sad, but it’s a good ending.”
(Y/N) was leaning into Aaron. She was so close to him that they were almost touching. Aaron couldn’t help but smile down at her. Even with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, he thought she still looked effortlessly beautiful.
“I like that way of thinking,” Aaron said. “I still have to apologize for taking you to such a sad musical for your first Broadway show. I promise, not all of them are this sad...a good few are but not all of them.”
(Y/N) smiled. “It’s fine. I think it was a good choice for a first date. I got to see you emotionally vulnerable. Most guys don’t let girls see that, especially not on a first date. It’s very attractive to me.”
“For our next date I’ll have to bring you to my place to watch The Notebook. I am definitely at my most emotionally vulnerable then.”
Aaron stopped, realizing what he had said. It sounded incredibly ambitious, and that worried Aaron. He didn’t want to come off as too strong, especially with his slight disaster of a first date. (Y/N) might not have wanted to go on a second date with him, and to invite her over to his own house for it? Idiot!
To Aaron’s relief, (Y/N) just smiled. “You’d like to do a second date?”
“Well, I mean...if you want to. I would definitely like to see you again, but not if you’d rather end things with the one date.”
(Y/N) shook her head. “No, I’d love to go on another date. But first, I’d like to get to know you more. From your own mouth, and not just from Karen’s. Want to go grab a coffee and we can talk for a while? Then you can decide if I’m the deal breaker for a second date or not.”
Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at this. “I don’t think there’s anything you could say that would be the deal breaker over taking someone to see such a sad musical on the first date.”
“It wasn’t sad!” (Y/N) protested. “It just had sad parts. I would gladly go see another musical again, I’m just not emotionally ready for that one again any time soon.”
Aaron laughed and took her comfort as an opportunity to lace his fingers through hers, the same way she had when the musical started. “You have a point. But, let’s not argue about which one of us will be the deal breaker. Let’s go get some coffee.”
I didn’t mean for this to be so short, but I hope you like it either way!
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I don't think people will care but I'm a HUGE fan of crossover AUs. I've thought of a bunch over the years! That said, since older/t(w)een Elmabby has been my go to pairing for several years now when it comes to fic ideas, I've thought of concepts featuring them in a few more AUs than my other favorite fandoms lately.
But I just wanted to talk about'em a bit.
That said, below are some crossover ideas I've had for both SS and other shows:
Inuyasha/Hamilton- One of my faves. Inuyasha being what others see as an "arrogant, immigrant, orphan, bastard, hanyou". Other matchups: Kagome-Eliza. Sango-Angelica. Miroku-John Lauren's. Sesshomaru-Aaron Burr. Rin-Peggy. Taisho-George Washington. And more. I have an in-progress fic up on AO3, and a side blog on Tumblr dedicated to the AU (@youngscrappy-n-hungry).
KND/Lion King- OLD CROSSOVER I never finished that currently lives on FF.NET under my handles Foxierika. Fic title was "Nigel Just Can't Wait to Lead!" Nigel-Simba. Rachel-Nala. Father/Ben-Scar. Monty-Mufasa. Abby-Rafiki. Hoagie-Pumbaa. Wally-Timon.
KND/Hamilton- Nigel-Hamilton. Abby-Angelica. Lizzie-Eliza. Kuki-Peggy. Chad-Aaron Burr. Wally-John Lauren's (fun because actually in the play Anthony Ramos plays John and Jasmine Cephas played Peggy, and Ant and Jas are a couple! 😁). Biggest draw for this one was the Nigel-Chad/Hamilton-Burr dynamic.
Sesame Street/SvTFOE- On SS, Abby's debut was that she was the new kid and in early episodes, Elmo was teaching her a LOT about the neighborhood and doing things without magic. In other words, she was basically a magic foreign exchange student and Elmo was "the safe kid." Starco anyone? And of course Maggie, Abby's mom, as Queen moon. (To expand, I started mapping out a fic with like the Muppets in it as well. Constantine was going to be Toffee and Gonzo was going to be Globgor. 😂 I did a comic of the scene where Elmo (Marco) tries to punch out Constantine's (Toffee's) heart when they think Abby (Star) is gone forever in the realm of dark magic. Like I said, I like pushing the envelope with them.
SS/Steven Universe- This one is kinda double loaded. I actually headcanon that Elmo does have Imposture Syndrome as he gets older. He was a famous child star and a lot of people/fans think he "ruined Sesame Street" and hate him, he knows this. That fact tears at him inside but he tries to hide it. But still others hold him in high regard and think he can do little to no wrong, and this puts a LOT of pressure on him. He also tries to take on a LOT and to excel in EVERYTHING he does--because he knows it's expected Elmo would be the kid "that does everything" and its stressful. So in THAT sense, I see a LOT of Steven in him. As well as the bubbly, optimistic personality Steven had as a kid. On the flip side, Steven is a magical being, so I also equate him learning how to use his powers to Abby learning how to use hers. And in that sense, Elmo would take more of Connie's role.
SS/Weathering with You- YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE MOVIE TO KNOW THE REFERENCE. But spoilers, the girl is magic and can control rain. The boy adores and try to protect her. Purely the whole "magic girl" drew me in as a tie in for this--but if you watch it and see the main character's chemistry, I can see Elmabby in it as well. Again though, with them as t(w)eens.
SS/Spiderman: Far From Home: AGAIN, YA'LL HAVE TO HAVE SEEN IT. Elmo as Peter Parker. Abby as MJ. Kermit as Iron Man/Tony Stark--Peter's mentor (because I can easily see Elmo as Kermit's protege from his SS days). Constantine as Mysterio--THE EVIL LOOKALIKE THING BETWEEN CONSTANTINE AND KERMIT. Sprinkle on that heartwrenching shocker of an ending for Elmo/Peter at the end and MAN what a ride!!!
SS/BNHA- I don't have any kind of fully fleshed out concept yet, but I once drew art of Elmo cosplaying as Deku and Abby cosplaying as Uravity. If I DID flesh this out the idea would be for The Muppets to be Pro-Heroes training the SS kids. (I.e. Kermit as AFO, etc.) By that same note, I was entertained the idea of a SS/Soul Eater AU with the same concept. I got about 3 chapters in before I hit a writer's block though and never got over it. 😅
Inuyasha/Your Name and KND Your Name- I've done fics for each of these, but basicslly: Inuyasha as Taki and Kagome as Mitsuha, them being separated by 500 years plays into the "time element" of what was 3 years for the movie. And for KND, Wally as Taki and Kuki as Mitsuha, but I used the GKND Invasion theory to mirror the comet that hit and destroyed Mitsuha's hometown. But both of those fics or in my Tumblr Masterlist.
So yeah!! Thess are the main ones I cycle through.
I also have a LOT of AUs crossing over characters from FRIENDS with my favorite shows. Too many of THOSE to name, tbh. But I can say for KND:
Nigel- Ross
Abby- Monica
Hoagie- Chandler
Phoebe- Kuki
Wally-Joey
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*Special Mentions:
Muppets/Zootipia (after that episode where Piggy had her tail slip at that Zootopia premiere on ABC's The Muppets, I was inspired to try a fic where she and Kermit and the others higher Nick & Judy to solve a crime for them. Wrote the 1st two chapters, but never got it off the ground. It's also link to my Masterlist and is on FF.NET).
Inuyasha/Dark Tower- WATCH THE MOVIE. This concept had interested me for so long but I've never gotten around to fully mapping it out.
Inuyasha/Overboard- SAME AS ABOVE. 😭
Hey Arnold/Inuyasha- RANDOM. Lives on FF.Net. Completed two-shot. Helga in Inuyasha's role. Arnold-Kagome. Gerald-Miroku. Phoebe-Sango. Arnie-Kikyo.
Hey Arnold/FMA- Lives on FF.NET. Tragic One-shot.
KND/Inuyasha- OLLLLLLLLD. NEVER FINISHED. Lives on FF.NET. Pretty much KND Cast are fans of and literally mets Inuyasha characters after getting sucked into their Feudal Universe.
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Like I said I have a few comics and fics and such line up for some of these.
And I don't get to talk about them much, but they live in my head rent free.
So, if anyone ever wants to learn more, don't hesitate to shoot me an ask! (I'd love to spazz about them!)
AU Concepts I've written/started writing about that are currently in my FF Masterlist on Tumblr:
Inuyasha/Hamilton
SS/SvTFOE
Inuyasha/Your Name
KND/Your Name
Muppets/Zootopia
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That's it! 😁
We now return you to your regularly scheduled dashboard scrolling!
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Historically accurate Hamilton
Hamilton faces a lot of criticism because of its historical inaccuracies, but people seem to forget that it isn’t supposed to be completely accurate. It’s historical fiction, and many details were tweaked to make the musical run more smoothly, make more sense, and generally be easier for an audience to follow. To emphasise my point, I rewrote some of Hamilton to show what it might have been like if it was completely historically accurate (or, parts of it. I’m not rewriting an entire musical).
NB: I am by no means a historical expert. The following is meant for comedy purposes only
For songs where multiple people sing, the speaker will be denoted by the following letters: B – Burr, H – Hamilton, L – Lafayette, J – John Laurens, M – Hercules Mulligan, T – Thomas Jefferson,
Use of the squiggles (~~~~~) means some of the song was skipped
I think that’s everything! Enjoy the musical!!!!!
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Aaron Burr – Historically accurate
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B: You punched the bursar?
A: Nope
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Showtime! Showtime! Yo!
J: I’m John Lauren’s, in the place to be! It’d make sense for you to meet all three Of us together, but unfortunately It’s gonna be a while ‘til you finally meet me!
L: Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! And just like Laurens, I have not arrived yet I sing from afar and I say “bonsoir” To these strangers at the bar, they do not know moi
M: Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan Talking to myself, cos I don’t have a single friend Wait, I’m already friends with Alex Ham, And this introduction’s pointless, cos he knows who I am! No more people, we need a solution The two of us alone can’t start a revolution!
Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college! Aaron Burr! Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!
B: Good luck with that, you’re all on your own, Even Hamilton can’t start a revolution alone
M: Burr, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?
H: If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?
M: Who? Who are you?
H: ….. Hamilton? Your friend?
M: Oh. Right. Yea.
*awkward pause, then lights go down*
The Story of Tonight – Historically accurate
M: Raise a glass to the two of us
H: Why are there so few of us?
M: Not much is happening tonight
H: I need another drink tonight
M: They will forget about tonight
The Schuyler Siblings:
Angelica, Eliza, John, Philip, Rensselaer, Cornelia, Catherine, and Peggy The Schuyler siblings Angelica, Peggy, Eliza, John, Philip, Rensselaer, Cornelia, Catherine WORK!
The 25 Duel Commandments
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It’s the 25 duel commandments It’s the 25 duel commandments
Number 1:
Instead of giving a concise set of rules, To explain to the audience the basics about duels We’re gonna list every single commandment and derail The entire musical with unnecessary detail
Number 2:
Lee’s second wasn’t Aaron Burr it was his friend Major Evan Edwards, who you’re never gonna see again As Burr isn’t here, we miss some foreshadowing And Alexander’s death might not be as heart-shattering
Number 3:
Okay folks, this is taking too long We don’t have time for 25 commandments in one song By the time we finish you’ll have stopped paying attention So let’s just finish this, while there’s still some apprehension
Number 24: Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count
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Number 25 paces fire!
Cabinet battle #1 – Historically Accurate
W: Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor
T: Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness We fought for these ideals we shouldn’t settle for less But I’m quiet and reserved, and not a fan of fighting So I’m just gonna give you my objections in writing
W: Thank you, Secretary Jefferson Secretary Hamilton, your response
H: Thomas, that was a real nice declaration You speaking up at all is a cause for celebration But obviously, there isn’t that much to discuss Seeing as you didn’t kick up much of a fuss My new financial system is a masterpiece Our debts will be sorted, our independence will increase Tell me if you have any suggestions or notes But I have high hopes that I can rely on your votes
W: Great. Meeting concluded.
Cabinet Battle #2 – Historically Accurate
W: The issue on the table, France is on the verge of war with England And do we provide aid and troops to our French allies Or do we stay out of it, remember My decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval The only person you have to convince is me Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir
T: I’d really like to help out France But I’m still too shy to make a whole song and dance
W: Thank you Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response
H: Jefferson’s dumb, let’s not get involved I’m sorry but not every problem can be solved By recklessly running to join the fight We stay out of it. Thank you, and goodnight.
W: Hamilton’s right. Hamilton, draft a statement of neutrality
T: Did you forget Lafayette?
H: Nope
T: Ok then
Burn – Historically Accurate
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I’m erasing myself from the narrative Historians have no idea how Eliza reacted So neither will you Sorry, but for historical accuracy this song is through
The world was wide enough – Historically Accurate
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There are 25 things you need to know There are 25 things you need to know
Number 1:
This duel was a long time coming You’d have known that if we hadn’t skipped most of the foreshadowing
Number 2:
A bunch of secondary characters were there I’d list all their names but you probably don’t care
Number 3:
The election wasn’t the main reason for Our duel. Hamilton, the bastard, son of a whore Tried to undermine me in my gubernatorial race So I told him “if you have something to say, name a time and place”
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Number 24:
Look him in the eye aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count
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Number 25 paces fire!
He aims his pistol over my shoulder, and fires. I strike him right between the ribs
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BONUS SONG:
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story – Historically Accurate Summary
Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory You cannot write A good, historically accurate story
Lin Manuel Miranda I’ll give him this His Hamilton musical is a work of art I couldn’t correct it if I tried And I’ve tried
Lin Manuel Miranda He took your country from knowing nothing about Hamilton to knowing at least some stuff about him I’m happy to admit it He deserves all the credit he gets
A historically inaccurate but still incredible story
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You still here? Well congrats for making it this far!!! I hope you enjoyed, please (please) leave a comment if you enjoyed it, I survive purely on the validation I receive from others, and feel free to send me requests if you want :)
Credit to where I got all my info:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhrVjfVmAow&t=518s
https://www.tampabay.com/life-culture/2020/07/03/politifact-fact-checking-hamilton-the-musical/
https://screenrant.com/hamilton-historical-inaccuracies-wrong-true-story/
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imma-potatoo · 3 years
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For the bthb, may I request Logan and U!Patton with Thrown Down The Stairs? Maybe with some Remus or Janus comfort later? Idk, I just like your writing style and am crazy for Logan angst.
@badthingshappenbingo
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Send me a prompt with a character! Please specify ships! No romantic prinxeity, r*mr*m or U!Janus and U!Logan please!
You wanted Logan angst? You got Logan angst~
Prompt: thrown down the stairs.
Warnings: U!Patton, blood, gore, choking, scratching at throat, concussion, thrown down stairs, pinning, graphic abuse, punching, slapping, ask to tag
(I'm really sorry this took so long. Wifi problems and family shit)
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Logan walked out of his room, humming a small song (Crofters the Musical, but that was only for him to know) dress shoes clicking softly on the wooden floors while he skimmed over the book in his hands. The mindscape was just as bustling as usual, he could hear Janus lecturing Remus in the darker half of the mind about how stealing Roman’s sword and turning it into a dagger was inappropriate and that he’ll have to make Roman a new one. Roman himself was sulking in his room playing Burn from Hamilton on loop because “Remus is dead to me like Hamilton was dead to Eliza”…. Logan didn’t get it. Virgil’s music was turned on max; like always but this time he was trying to drown out Roman’s complaints with My Chemical Romance. Patton was most likely baking in the kitchen once again.
Logan flipped open to the page he left off on; he had just started this book so he wasn’t too far in. He couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face as he started to read,
The person who was supposed to love me the hardest-the most unconditionally-has always wanted me gone. No matter how hard I tried to be perfect. Now, this boy-who knows all my imperfections and has seen all my hurt laid bare-wants me to sta- Logan’s reading was interrupted by a door clicking open.
Logan looked up to see Patton closing his bedroom door. An ear to ear grin plastered on his face, it was a little too much teeth for his comfort. Patton locked eyes with the blue side, “Hiya kiddo!”
Logan slipped his bookmark back into the thin pages, “Greetings Patton.” Logan waited for a second or two for Patton to walk beside him; after all, when someone comes out of their door, you have to wait for the other to join you on your walk.
And Patton did, they started towards the staircase; Logan tracing the book pages with his fingers. “So! Where ya headed kiddo?!” Logan had always thought Patton was a little too cheery for his tastes, but that was just the father’s personality, he couldn’t change that.
“I’m headed to the imagination to read,” for a brief second, Logan forgot who I was talking to, “It's actually quite an interesting book! The Dangerous Art of Blending In is considered a must-read for pride month and is based on the author's true story,” Logan continued to talk; eyes twinkling with excitement and pure joy as he went on to explain the main character’s arc so far.
The blue side steeled his expression to his happy grin, “That sounds interesting kiddo! Can I see it?”
Logan grew stiff, but continued walking with Patton until they made it to the top of the stairs, Logan shifted his eyes downward and handed the book to Patton. Morality swiped the book straight out of Logan’s hands, he pulled it open to a random page and started to read. Logan watched in horror as the older side’s expression shifted from mild curiosity to confusion, to disgust, and finally to anger.
“Why are you reading these horrible things, Logan?” Patton’s smile was gone, eyes cold and disapproving as he stared into Logan’s eyes. “This is something Remus would read. Why. Are. You. Reading. It.” Patton stood tall, teeth formed into a sneer as he stepped closer.
Logan took a small step backward, “I-I-”
“Shut up.” Logan hit the wall when Patton hissed through his teeth, “Come on Lo-Lo! If you read stuff like this, you’re just as bad as Remus and Janus! You don’t want to be like them, do you?” Patton was inches away from Logan’s face. His breath hot on his skin, raising the hair on the back of his neck.
Logan gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “W-well, I thought that Even and Henry’s story was a sweet story about overcoming hardships, even when you’re put in a bad si-” The stinging pain of Patton’s hand hitting his face stopped him in his tracks. Tears leaked down as Logan raised his hand to his cheek.
Logan looked at Patton with wide eyes, “y-yo-” The blunt end of a punch struck his face, Logan could only stand in shock as he felt his lip start to leak crimson, “Patton stop!”
The so-called father pushed his hand against Logan’s neck, keeping him in place even while Logan clawed at his hand and own throat, attempting to pry Patton off. His nails dug into his flesh, small warm droplets of blood pricking out of the skin as Patton tightened his hold.
“You, Lo-Lo-Bear, need to learn when to shut up~” Logan was sure that his neck was going to be bruised, all he could do was wheeze a suffocated breath in response. Patton applied his sugar-sweet smile once more, looking into Logan’s eyes with a twisted fascination.
Logan attempted to speak, he knew that he couldn’t. But words were his weapon. Without his voice he was helpless, and he refused to give in to the father figure’s torment. Patton had always been particularly touchy, touching them when it wasn’t necessary. Hands grazing over their shoulders or swiping things from their hand to look it over. Patton had also always been particularly violent. Pushing them against walls over little things and whispering threats. It didn’t make these situations any less terrifying though. And this was the first time Patton had taken it this far.
Logan’s hands were covered in blood. His blood. Gore covered his fingers and Patton’s hand, a few small beads hitting the floor; as well as Patton’s cartoon-themed sneakers. Long thin scratches ran up and down his neck, his nails had thick pieces of skin underneath the nails.
Patton raised an eyebrow at the side’s attempt to pry him off, he huffed a breath and let go of Logan’s neck.
Logic fell against the wall, hands immediately wrapping around the sluggish bleeding at his neck, Logan breathed in short ragged breaths eyes wide and staring at the floor. Breathing in the sweet addiction of oxygen.
Patton smiled, eyes skewed shut while the side on the floor held himself tightly. “There! Didn’t you learn your lesson kiddo?” Patton waited a second or two for Logan to respond, his breathing calm and steady as he swirled the crimson liquid on his hand. “Right kiddo?” Patton bore his cold eyes onto the crumbled side, he barely waited a second before seizing Logan’s wrist and pulling him to his feet.
The cyan side held Logan by his tie, right in front of the staircase. Logan could barely process anything before the side in front of him smiled, locking his eyes. And then, he let go and pushed Logan down the steps.
Logan fell, hitting almost every stair on his way down. He could feel his blood vessels burst as his arms scraped on the wooden railing, splinters indenting into his flesh. His head spun when it hit the stairs, glasses flying off. Logan could barely tell what was happening to him as he hit his head repeatedly, he knew that he heard a crunch from his left arm and right leg when he hit the bottom landing.
Logan laid on his face, breathing hard and rapidly. His mind was fogged over, no coherent thought could pass through as the ringing sound that suddenly plagued his mind filled his senses. He couldn’t hear his father figure climb down the steps, taking care to step over the blood spatters that covered them.
Patton poked Logan in the ribs with his shoe, giggling when the side groaned in pain. “You really should be more careful kiddo! Stairs can be pretty dangerous you know!” The cyan side took one last look at his victim before pulling Logan’s book from his pocket.
Patton opened the book to its center point, before grabbing each side of the novel and ripping it in half. Pages floated down like butterfly wings, gracefully falling as they surrounded the broken side in bitter mockery of the book. Patton threw what was remaining of the book onto Logan, his demeanor just as peppy and upbeat as ever, even while covered in another’s blood.
“You really need to be more careful with your possessions, Logic, such a tragedy, you know I love a good book.” Patton walked back up the staircase to his bedroom, while Welcome to the Black Parade blasted from Virgil’s speakers, Logan barely responded to the father figments door slamming.
Logan had no idea of how long he let his blood stain the carpet, but his mind grew even fuzzier as the room grew black. He allowed the sweet bliss of sleep to cloud his function telling him to stay awake. He closed his eyes, only to have someone shake him.
“-GAN! LOGAN WAKE UP!” The panicked voice of the deceitful side flooded his head, he tried to force his eyes open; muscles spasming. “There we go! Come on starlight! Stay awake! Remus is coming back with the medkit! Just stay with me!” Logan followed his voice, the smoothness and composed attitude of the yellow side was gone. Logan hated seeing the silver-tongued side like that.
“I-I see you have a copy of The Dangerous Art of Blending In! It’s such a good book right! I l-ove how the author wrote Henry! Don’t you? Come on Logan, stay awake!” Logan looked into the terrified side’s eyes. The enchanting yellow and brown eyes kept his focus even if they were clouded in fear, he wondered why he never noticed the flecks of green surrounding the slivered pupil before.
“I GOT THE MEDKIT!” The horse voice of Remus broke his concentration on the pretty eyes, why did everyone call Janus a monster anyway? Was it the scales? Logan could only wonder as the two dark sides hastily applied the first aid. Voices scared and rushed as they faded into the background, Logan could only focus on how Remus’ mustache was perfectly curled into its position, even when it was soaked in tears. Tears? Why were they crying? Patton said that they were monsters, and monsters don’t cry. Then again, monsters don’t help people either… 
Logan watched the two sides dig into the kit as fast as they could. Janus even removed his gloves.
Logan gazed at them tiredly, mouth lightly sagged open, “There we go! I think we can move him now Jan!” “Good! Let’s get him out of here before Patton comes back, I think he did this…”
Logan could feel his body raising to meet the ruffles of Remus’ tunic. The small teeth that embellished the ends of the fasteners rubbed against his shoulder. He didn’t have the energy to make any noise as the two sides took him back to their side.
He doubted he would ever return to the picture-perfect family he once belonged to ever again. He had his actual family, ready to help him through everything.
Janus bought him a new copy of his book too.
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dcbutinamrev · 3 years
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26. “Take my jacket.” For Hamdre pwetty pleaseeeee? 👉👈
Of course bestie!! More fluff along the way! Hehehe. Hamdre! (Sorry this took a couple of days to answer!)
Modern au my beloved~
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Alexander Hamilton sits at his desk late into the evening, working on his college essay for his professor. His classmate and fellow friend, John Andre sits across from him. Hamilton glances up, his breath nearly caught in his throat when he meets eye contact with the most mysterious man Hamilton has ever met.
Andre grins slyly from across from him, his eyes ticking up but his face remains facing down towards his own papers, his pen scratching. Hamilton presses his lips together, debating on whether or not to start a conversation. He's talkative, yes, but he's also pretty shy and fragile when it comes to his crushes.
"Are you well, Hamilton?" Andre's smooth British accent fills the silence between them.
Hamilton jumps in his seat, startled, even though he clearly heard Andre speak. Hamilton stares into those dark brown eyes of Andre's, the same eyes that almost seem to sparkle under the light above them.
"I um..." Hamilton swallows. He glacnes around him to make sure Laurens isn't around. He knows how Laurens--John Laurens, his boyfriend--feels about him being near Andre. "I'm fine...thank you..."
Andre smiles with thin lips before fully turning around to face Hamilton, his arms crossed over his chest and leans forward against the table. "It's Laurens, isn't it?"
Hamilton furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"
"John?" Andre says. "Your boyfriend?"
Hamilton clears his throat awkwardly. "Yes...What about him...?"
"Do you love him?" Andre says suddenly. So suddenly, Hamilton does a double take, blinking his eyes once, twice, three times.
"I...what?" Hamilton chokes, wondering what Andre means. "What? Of course I do! I--Of course I do! What kind of question is that?!"
Andre tosses both hands up in surrender. "My apologies...I did not mean to offend you."
Hamilton huffs out a breath, a small smile on his face. "You did not offend me, Andre."
"John," Andre says suddenly, causing Hamilton to do a double take and blinking once, twice, three times. Hamilton could feel his freckled cheeks grow warm.
"I'm sorry..." Hamilton gasps, flustered. Andre grins slyly, the corners of his lips quirking up but his eyes and face remain facing down. "W-What?"
"Call me John," Andre offers.
Hamilton presses his lips together. "Perhaps I should call you simply Andre instead." Andre simply stares at him, his brows furrowing. "My boyfriend's name is John in case you've forgotten."
"Ah, yes."
"So, as to not get mixed up with which John I am speaking too if he is near, I'll refer to him as Laurens. If it is just yourself and I, I'd prefer it if I call refer to you simply as...Andre."
After a few moments of silence, Andre clears his thraot and nods. "Of course."
Hamilton shivers suddenly as a cold breeze rushes through the room. Andre must have noticed Hamilton's shiver because he grins and stands from his seat across the table, walks around which causes Hamilton to lift his head up from his work with surprise, and sits beside him, shoulders nearly touching as Andre shrugs off his dark red jacket and loops it around Hamilton's shoulders. Hamilton feels his heart soaring up towards the sky. "Here. Take my jacket." A pause. "You are cold."
Hamilton smiles with tight lips and pulls the jacket tighter around him, feeling his shoulder touch against Andre's.
"I...I thank you," Hamitlon says, meeting Andre's warm Van Dyke brown eyes. The color of tree bark. "You didn't have too--"
"Nonsense," Andre whispers, leaning close enough for Hamilton's breath to hitch in his throat and his nose touch against Andre's. "I insist."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Before they're close enough to catch the other's lips, the bell rings above them, startling them both with a yelp as they spring backwards, both of them blushing deep red--red as Hamilton's hair--and both scratches the back of their necks.
Hamilton glances up at the clock, quickly tosses Andre his jacket back before snatching up his papers and textbooks and swinging over the bench at the table he uses for his studies. As Hamilton nears the entranceway, he flashes Andre a beautiful, bright smile, which makes Andre's heart stop, and a curt nod.
"I'll...I'll see you after?" Hamilton asks.
Andre smiles thinly. "Of course."
With that, Hamilton spins around on his heels and makes a sharp right. Once he's out of Andre's line of vision, he presses his back against the brick wall of the campus building and tosses his head back against the wall and whimpers, as he slides against the wall and presses his forehead against his notebooks and textbooks, his red curls dangling in front of him.
"Alexander?" a familiar French accented voice Hamilton knows all too well. He can tell it's in a teasing tone.
Hamilton lifts his head up to find his dear friend, Gilbert Marquis de Lafayette, before him with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk on his face.
"Are you alright?" Lafayette asks, his French accent rolling smoothly off his tongue.
"Mhm," Hamilton assures. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm totally fine."
He grunts as he pushes himself back up onto his feet. He shakes his head.
"It's just...Oh Gil!" Hamilton whines, flopping his head onto his dear friend's, whom he consideres as a brother, shoulder. "Why must he be so fucking hot?!" A pause. "And British!" Another pause. "And an artist!" Another pause. "And can play the flute!"
"Who?"
"Don't tell John," Hamilton says firmly as he lifts his head back up, jabbing a finger at the Marquis. "Whatever you do, don't you dare tell him."
"You cheated him?" Lafayette blurts out.
"What?! No, Gil! I'm..." Hamilton takes a shuddering breath. "Oh, fuck it! I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!"
Hamilton whimpers again as he flops his head down onto the Marquis's shoulder once more. Lafayette sighs as he pats his Little Lion's back. "There, there..." Lafayette whispers and while patting Hamilton's back comfortingly, he thinks:
Where's Eliza when I need her?
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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years
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//singing hamilton headcannons//
Characters: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou
Request: Hey! HEY! HEY!!! In honor of Hamilton coming out, could you do hcs of Bokuto, Akaashi, and whoever else finding their s/o singing a song from Hamilton and gets all flustered from hearing it?? Thanks!! I love your writing!! 🏐🤍
Warnings: some mild swearing, but mainly just fluff.
Word Count: 1.3K (~430 a piece)
Notes:  I may or may not have spent a solid TWO HOURS singing and crying to this soundtrack because Hamilton really does hit me a lot harder than other musicals. 
*Links to each song can be found by clicking on the character’s name!*
Bokuto Koutarou:
He’s heard you sing before.  I mean, you were a car singer, a shower singer, you sang while you cleaned the apartment.  If there was music, you were JAMMING.
But this was different?? Usually you were really goofy, singing to make him laugh or to just have fun.  So, when he came home from volleyball practice to this? 
Call him a simp.
You were singing sweetly along to the lyrics of “Helpless” as you busied yourself making lunch for the two of you for when he got home.  You were adding the vibratos in all the right spots, changing notes to better fit your vocal range, adding your own little flair with some extra riffs.
You just so happened to turn around to grab something and caught him staring at you from the doorway, but you just smiled, continuing to sing along to the music coming through your headphones as you made your way over to him
When you wrap your arms around his neck and you look up at him, singing, “Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless”
He has such a warm smile on his face as he places his hands on your hips, dancing with you throughout the tiny kitchen of the apartment shit i’m so soft just thinking about that
You switch between a sweet waltz to just goofily swinging his arms and making silly faces as you sing Alexander’s part. Only to immediately pull yourself flush against him when it’s back to Eliza
Bokuto’s just so soft for this moment, spinning your around with you singing to him.  Honestly, if he could just stay here?  He would be perfectly happy for the rest of life, the bright smile on your face being etched into him memory
You just looked so beautiful??  Honestly, how could he not be completely and utterly in love with you when your eyes were just so full of adoration everytime you would sing the chorus to him
You placed a chaste kiss to his lips at the end of the song, burying your head in his neck for a few moments.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered and there was a little kiss to your temple
But then you nearly rammed your head into his jaw as you quickly shot away from him, shouting, “This is my favorite!” as the next song began to play
Akaashi Keiji:
I just would like to start by saying that Akaashi definitely knows almost every word of this soundtrack
So when he started to get ready for work and walked past the bathroom to you blaring Hamilton, he was ready to jump in.
But then he just?? Had to take a second?? And stand outside the door in literal amazement as you nail every single word to Lafayette's rap in “Guns and Ships” ??  You could rap? Since W H E N?
Akaashi was so caught off guard, but also??
It was low-key kind of hot?  Something about you being able to spit every single lyric to the song without dropping a beat?  It made his cheeks grow warm
But lemme tell you just how embarrassed this boy got when you opened the door, your hair and make-up done for your own day at work, to catch him standing there
Oh, his face? Tomato.  He was convinced that you were about to chide him for being a creep for standing outside of the bathroom with his ear pressed to the door.
But then he saw the blush turn your ears pink as you realized that he definitely heard you and the two of you just kind of awkwardly staring at each other for a solid fifteen seconds before he just goes:
“That was really cool.”
And your face lights up, because you had been working on getting that song down for awhile now, so hearing the praise escape your boyfriend’s lips?  It filled you with this new sense of pride.
He’s going to ask you to play the soundtrack the rest of the morning so he can have one or two cabinet battles with you while he helps you make breakfast.
Akaashi always lets you be Hamilton during your little stand-offs and I promise the two of you are up in each other’s faces, going IN to try to sell your defense.
When the two of you actually sit down to watch it?  Bold of you to assume that it’s going to be a quiet showing.  You’re both screaming the lyrics at one another
Your neighbors definitely came knocking on your day to ask you both to keep it down
Kuroo Tetsurou:
Insert one (1) very concerned fiance when he heard your spiteful words coming from the bedroom when he got home
What was this about letters? “I thought you were mine?” What the hell was that supposed to mean?  He was literally marrying you, of course he was yours?  Why were you hoping that he burned?  That was a little violent.
This poor man was convinced that you were about to call off the engagement, throw the ring in his face, and walk out.  You sounded so upset? And mad? But he didn’t even know what he did!
Kuroo stood outside in the living room, trying to figure out what he should say.  How was he going to convince you to stay with him if he didn’t even know what he was meant to be apologizing for?
He’s panic-calling Kenma, seeing if he knows anything about you wanting to end things.  And Kenma is just so confused because Kuroo is stumbling over his words and he’s talking so stupidly fast that Kenma had no clue what he was talking about.  
But, Kuroo is about to have a meltdown, so Kenma doesn’t even get a chance to ask him to explain himself again.  
Your fiance did eventually stop talking long enough to hear the soft carry of the sounds of your words and just-
Oh.  You were singing.
Oh. You were singing.
Tetsurou informs Kenma that he’ll call him back not even bothering to mention that you were singing and not vocalizing your desires to break things off.  Kuroo really tentatively pushes the door to the bedroom open, trying to hear better.
He had never heard it before and he’s kind of upset that you’ve never let him hear you sing because you were really good?  You were showing off your vocal discipline as you held out an especially long, steady note, easily transitioning to the faster lyrics of “Burn”
You were literally doing work on your laptop, not even fully paying attention to your vocals and yet?  You sounded incredible.  
When your voice ceased and your mood immediately shifted as the next song came on, Kuroo let out a low whistle, making you jump at the sudden audience, your cheeks turning a slight pink as you stare doe-eyed at him.
“That was really incredible, kitten.  But, I have to say, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
But, he comes to sit with you on the bed, taking one of your headphones so he can listen along with you. 
Poor boy walked right into “Blow Us All Away” and “Stay Alive (Reprise)” catch him muttering ‘bro’ in quiet anguish, high-key SAD
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jamilelucato · 4 years
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Satisfied [F. W.]
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Summary: y/N Bilmes is the daughter of the owner of the Zonko’s Joke Shop, Bilton Bilmes, and, in her sister’s wedding day, she remembers a night with Fred Weasley when she learned she would never be satisfied.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Bilmes!reader (platonic)
Musical Hogwarts Series || Harry Potter Masterlist
A/N: it’s angsty because this song is angst! But I hope you all like it! It has an open end, where you can interpret it as you see fit. PS: gif is not mine so I have no idea if that’s really James (Fred) or Oliver lol. PS 2: Bilton Bilmes is the guy who works at Zonko’s when you play the app Hogwarts Mystery and my quick research told me that Bilmes might be the owner now, who knows.
Based on the song Satisfied from the musical Hamilton (no need to like the song to read/understand the fic!)
“Alright, alright. That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Now, everyone, give it up for the maid of honour: y/N Bilmes!” 
Lee Jordan’s voice echoed through the ballroom, accompanied by clapping. You stood up, wiping your hands on the skirt of the blue dress, chosen by your sister.
It was a beautiful model, with a slightly rounded skirt. The blue subtly highlighted your skin tone, but it certainly wouldn’t have been the colour you would’ve chosen.
Taking your wand out of your pocket, you marched to the small arranged stage and subtly cleared your throat.
“A toast to the groom!” you exclaimed, as soon as you chose a place to stand. You were in front of your sister, who had one of the most beautiful smiles on her face. You were avoiding looking at the groom, though.
The crowd of guests — your sister could not limit herself to inviting only the most intimate — echoed your words, raising her glasses of champagne. “To the groom!”
“To the bride!” you continued.
“To the bride!” mimicked the crowd.
“From your sister, who is always by your side,” you allowed yourself to smile while keeping your eyes fixed on your sister. “To your union!”
“To the revolution!” added some guests.
You shook your head, pretending not to mind the interruption of the guests.
“And the hope that you provide!” unconsciously, you brought the tip of your wand closer to your neck and the sensation was uncomfortable, but you kept smiling.
It was a beautiful scene, after all. 
Your youngest and only sister was getting married. And she was a beautiful bride...
“May you always...” you couldn’t avoid the groom any longer, “...be satisfied.”
The groom you were avoiding looking at was none other than Fred Weasley. And he was the love of your life. But the love of his life, unfortunately, was your sister.
He was beautiful that night. He had combed his red hair back and was probably using hair gel. His black suit clutched in the right places, enhancing the muscles earned in puberty.
In that light of the ballroom, his appearance reminded you of a night not long before this one...
You remember that night, and you just might regret that night for the rest of your days. You remember those soldier boys, believing they were the kings of the world just because they battled in the Battle Of Hogwarts. They were tripping over themselves to win the praise of the girls.
Hogwarts had been just reconstructed, but it looked as beautiful as ever. Generally, you and your sister avoided attending these types of social gala events, but as your own father said: the occasion was worth it.
The new Great Hall was decorated with dreamlike candles, like a dream that you can’t quite place.
You could have been distracted by the setting for hours and hours. Of course, that would have been if Fred Weasley hadn’t come in the front door as if he owned the space.
Fred, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face, you thought.
Since that night, you have never been the same. He had intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame. He was saying hi to everyone, smiling brightly. Apparently, everyone knew who he was. You weren’t familiar with him, however.
When he walked towards you and said “Hi,” you forgot your social manners. It was rather embarrassing.
He chuckled at your blushed cheeks. 
You weren’t used to talking to guys, but he had set your heart aflame, every part.
“Dance with me,” he asked, noticing the songs had changed.
Hesitantly, it took you a second to regain your courage and accept the hand he held out to you. The band played a song with an unromantic but slow-paced lyrics, so several other couples were clinging to each other on the improvised dance floor.
Fred was a gentleman, holding you close to him, but with an impressive delicacy. You didn’t have much experience with men, but you knew from your friends’ stories in France that they could be quite inconvenient.
The dress you were wearing was a red a shade darker than the boy’s hair, which made it look like you two matched even more. He wore a two-piece suit with an orange shirt, but the suit was slightly greenish.
He didn’t try any risky dance moves, he just swung you from side to side, and you were grateful for that. He had a worse effect on you than drinking a whole bottle of alcohol, and if he tried a more difficult dance than that, you were sure it would be shameful.
“You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied,” he whispered, close to your left ear.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself,” his commented made you feel offended for a split second, so you leaned away from Fred a bit.
“You’re like me,” he said, in sweeter tone.“I’m never satisfied”
He was trying to show you that being satisfied was not a bad thing. It meant you always wanted more. And he could be right about that.
“Is that right?” you tried to sound as charming as you could, using all of the flirting tactics that your Beauxbatons friends taught you.
“I have never been satisfied,” he sighed, not in a tired way, but in an enchanting way like he was playing the same game as you.
The song, unfortunately, was over and the band drastically changed the tune to something more agitated. Some couples left the dance floor, but you and the red-haired boy stayed there, only letting go of each other but remaining very close.
You decided it was time to present yourself. “My name is y/N Bilmes.”
“Fred Weasley,” he informed smirking. 
“Weasley?” you repeated. The name seemed familiar.
“Yeah, but don’t let it fool you. There are a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait,” he shrugged, nervously, and offered to get yourselves a drink which you accepted.
While he was gone, somethings started to click in your mind. Your eyes wandered the room, looking for your sister. Would she like to know that you finally found someone at your level?
Fred made you feel the feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light in just a couple of minutes, perhaps a bit more. Every word said was in total agreement; he seemed to know more about you than you did yourself.
But then, you asked about his family, and his answer wasn’t promising. His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance — but his words were just trying to distract you. An attempt of making you forget who the Weasleys were, but with him away from you, the information appeared. The Weasleys were penniless, and a big, huge family.
But he is so handsome! Yeah, there was a peach fuzz that he can’t even grow, but somehow, that didn’t erase his charm. You wanted him. You desired him.
Maybe he could be yours, at least for the night. Your French friends did it all the time... Sure, you were bound to catch feelings, but he could catch them too, right?
Then you turned and saw your sister’s face, and she was helpless. She was following Fred with her eyes, and you needed no more signs of how she was feeling. Probably because you were feeling the same.
You realized three fundamental truths at the exact same time…
Fred came to you, giving you the second drink in his hands, but you barely grabbed before reaching for his arm and making him walk.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked after sipping his drink.
“I’m about to change your life,” you forced yourself to smile when he stared at you.
“Then, by all means, lead the way,” he smiled back.
The first thing you realized: You were a girl in a world in which your job was to marry rich. Not that your father would be mad if you didn’t, but the family had a significant debt that no one knew about, and it was you the one suppose to pay it.
You were the oldest and the wittiest, and the gossip in the Wizarding World was insidious, and Fred was penniless. As a Weasley, anyway, he had to be very much poor...
Perhaps he was rising... Wasn’t he one of the owners of that Joke Shop in Diagon Alley that your father was bothered about?
Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less, you thought.
You had approached your sister, who exchanged looks from you to the handsome boy. You raised your brows and tilted your head, wanting to say: present yourself.
She gulped before offering him her hand. “Elizabeth Bilmes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Fred handed you his glass as he grabbed her hand with both of his.
“Bilmes?”
“My sister,” you explained, but he still seemed confused.
“No, it’s just... the name sounds familiar.”
“Oh! Our father owns the Zonkos’s Joke Shop!” exclaimed Eliza, happy to help. “Perhaps you know him.”
Fred turned his face to you. “Why didn’t you mention?” he asked, but he wasn’t mad — he was excited.
There was the second thing you realized:
He’s after you because you’re a Bilmes heir, which would elevate his status— you’d have to be naïve to set that aside.
Maybe that is why you introduce him to Eliza, and, now, that’s his bride.
Nice going, y/N, he was right — you will never be satisfied.
Eliza was smart enough to continue the conversation while you were spacing out. “Thank you for all your service.”
It was well-known that the Weasleys played a significant part in the Battle, primarily because they were Harry Potter’s family.
“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” Fred kissed her hand, but he kept his eyes on hers.
You were about to roll your eyes or vomit — which one was going to happen first you had no idea— so you decided it was time to leave.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
They didn’t even look back at you, so you just turned and walked away. With both Fred’s and your drinks on hand, you drank them fastly, not even caring for the bad taste it left in your mouth.
You couldn’t look back; you couldn’t let your mind wander about the likelihood that your sister and Fred were already kissing.
Eliza has always been more proficient with boys than you, even though she was shy and humbled, her face called attention, and it didn’t take long for a brave boy to court her. Even more different from you, she always accepted.
The third thing you realized that night:
You knew your sister like you know your own mind — you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. If you told her that you love him, she’d be silently resigned — he’d be yours.
She would say, “I’m fine”, but she’d be lying.
You walked directly towards the bar, getting yourself a couple more drinks. You would need it.
Your father bumped into you, asking what was wrong, but he would never understand. He just couldn’t.
Maybe your mom would, but at the moment, she was back in Paris.
But when you fantasize at night, it’s Fred’s eyes, as you romanticize what might have been if you hadn’t sized him up so quickly.
At least your dear Eliza’s his wife; at least you keep his eyes in your life…
But you knew, as you watched their relationship grow — as you were obliged to listen to your sister ramble to you how gorgeous and romantic Fred was — you knew he would never be satisfied. But so wouldn’t you.
Shaking your head for a what felt like a full minute you were finally able to look way from Fred and so finally able to lock the memory of that night forever in your mind.
Putting the wand back in the dress pocked, you walked down the stage towards the couple’s table, and you let a tear go down. Eliza would think you were moved by the wedding; only you would know the truth.
You could hear claps, but you didn’t care.
“I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered to your sister as you hugged her tight. She cried too, but she was way more emotional than you.
You knew who you had to hug after her.
And he was already up waiting.
“May you always be satisfied,” you whispered to Fred as you hugged him, letting yourself breath his perfume guiltless.
You felt him gulp to your words, but he said nothing and pressed his hands on your waist harder than before.
The door of the ballroom was abruptly open, and every face in the place turned to see who it was. Fred let go of you and smiled when he noticed who was walking.
Eliza seemed to be smiling too, and she rushed to the door, following her groom.
“Who’s that?” you asked the lovely woman sitting down closer to you, but she was also so happy that you thought she wasn’t going to answer.
“Fred’s brother,” she explained to your surprise.
You looked at her table where already five of Fred’s siblings were sat.
“Another?”
The pretty red-haired girl answered after giggling.
“That one is his twin,” she said while you both — and all the guests — watched the touching hug Fred shared with the man walking in. “He left just after the war; he was so traumatized with almost dying and almost losing Fred.”
“He wanted to calm down alone,” added one of the red-haired boys who was seating next to the girl.
“Harry did the same, so the whole family understood George’s point,” finished the girl.
You stared back at Eliza, Fred and Fred’s twin. Eliza did mention Fred had a brother just like him, but you thought she meant like someone with similar personalities, not the same face.
The three walked towards the family table, and all of the red-hairs got up.
“Oh, Georgie!” gasped the elder woman before hugging the tall man.
He hugged everyone, even your parents and he stopped next to you.
Eliza made the introductions.
“George, this is y/N, my sister,” Eliza said, putting a hand on your shoulder while you offered your hand to the man.
George looked down at your hand, but completely ignored and pulled you in a hug, that made you gasp in surprise. He had a tight embrace.
“We’re family now, y/N. Get used to hugs,” he muttered before letting you go.
You smiled, sympathetic. He was as beautiful as his twin, but somehow his eyes were... better.
“She’s like my own twin,” continued Eliza to George who chuckled at the comment. “Sure, we don‘t look alike. But she’s everything to me.”
“Thanks, sis. You’re all to me too.”
The twins laughed at your exchange of love with your sister, and you two pretended to be angry. Then your father asked for the floor, and the whole moment was interrupted.
Someone got George a chair right next to yours, so you were both facing your father, and he kept thanking the boys for buying the Zonko’s and restoring it.
“I knew my best costumers would be my bosses one day,” he said, and the whole place laughed.
It was George who requested to talk after, and he made such a cute speech that even you were moved. It seemed that George was the emotional one from the twins, much like Eliza was the emotional one from you and her.
“And I’m sorry I came a little late,” George continued just before ending. “Forgot the address I had to Apparate.”
As expected, he finished making everyone laugh.
The night went on better than you imagined. There was a moment there when your French friends made you embarrassed, then it was your parents’ opportunity to make you ashamed, but after a couple of drinkings, you were laughing at their dance moves.
All the Weasleys were marvellous, and all of Fred’s brothers danced with you, even the married one — even though the dance you two shared was much more to make everyone laugh at your moderns moves than anything else.
You knew Fleur, his wife, from back at school, so you two talked for a couple of minutes about the time at Beauxbatons.
And you also danced with George, who was a fun guy with a beautiful smile. He talked about his time away from home — how much about himself he learned, like how different from his twin he was.
“But at the end of the day, I missed him more than anything,” he had said, and you could only imagine how hurt that boy must have been to feel like leaving all his friends and family behind.
You laid your head on his shoulder while he moved around you, and the music slowed down. He realized that you were breathing hard.
“What’s it?’ asked George whispering.
“My sister,” you said simply. That was all you could tell.
Your sister was still beautiful, even after sweating on the dance floor, and now she was tied to Fred, just as you clung to George. They suddenly turned, and you looked at Fred, who smiled sadly in your direction.
“She’ll be happy as his bride,” you said to George, taking your head off his shoulder and looking him in the eye.
George seemed to agree, but he said nothing.
“And she’ll be satisfied.”
He then tilted his head, firming his hand on your waist.
“What about you?”
“Huh?” you frowned, confused.
“Are you satisfied?”
You took one last look at Fred over his twin’s shoulder before facing George again. And what seemed unlikely, happened — you smiled, this time, truly happy.
“I’ll never be satisfied.”
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