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[jasminee-tea]

The Reynolds Pamphlet 

Warnings: Cheating/Affair, Cussing, Yelling (read at your own risk) ❗️⚠️

Alexander Hamilton x Child!reader (platonic)

Angst

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Y/n had been walking down the street, when you heard in the distance; ”Alexander Hamilton publishes, The Reynolds Pamphlet as he confesses the affair he’s had! Buy one today and learn about the sins he’s committed!”

They froze in place. No. This can’t be real, can it? You thought in fear and confusion. They began walking over to the man holding the pamphlet. ”Excuse me sir? How much is it to buy one?” They asked quietly.

“About $10.75 for one, and with todays deal, you’ll also get a free one. You buy’in?” “Yes, I’ll take it.” Y/n pulled $11.00 out of their pocket. ”Keep the change, also no need to give me the free one. Just hand one over, sir.” They suddenly grabbed the pamphlet out of the mans hand, as they started walking down the road to their home.

“Ok, let’s see..” Y/n opened the paper and read the first paragraph. It read; I, Alexander Hamilton, had a torrid affair with Miss Maria Reynolds for about 2 months. I have not committed treason and soiled my good name.

They started walking faster as tears pricked their eyes. How could he do this to us?! They thought furiously, as they clench their fists. Once Y/n got home, she saw her older brother, Phillip, standing at the door, pacing.

He looked up at them, then the paper in their hand. ”You read it.” The tears in your eyes finally fell as you collapsed to the floor. You were embarrassed to be related to him. ”W-why? Why would he do this, that asshole of a dad?!”

Phillip hugged your hunched figure as you sobbed into his shoulder. ”I know… Mom’s at Grandpas house right now. We’re gonna stay there for a while.” You nodded as he wiped your tears. You cleaned yourself up and packed your things into a suitcase, while Phillip had been upstairs. Shortly after, your da- Alexander, got home. He entered the door and smiled at you. His smile disappeared as he saw your expression. ”What’s wrong dear?”

“You know whats wrong, you prick.” His eyes went wide as he realized what you had meant. ”O-oh, that! Thats n-nothing my dear, its all a lie!” He spouted. ”I’m done with your lies! I’m done with your b.s.! My ENTIRE life, you’ve done the bare minimum for mom, and for our family!..” You paused as he looked like he was about to pass out.

Phillip came down the stairs to find you yelling at your father. ”You’ve only ever cared about the freaking money, and stupid Jefferson!” Y/n had started to cry again, as Phillip ran over to them.

Alexander stood there, pale faced. I should’ve kept quiet. He thought with regret. ”You..will never be satisfied, will you?” Your brother rubbed your back as he glared at Alexander.

They stood up again, picked up their suitcase, and exited the house. Phillip followed behind his sibling. The green coated male began to sob too as he knew Eliza would never want to see him again.

“They’re right…. I will never be satisfied..”

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[lostgravez]

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I love to take requests! I’m currently working on my Hamilton book called “A Dance of Trance and mystery” [Prince Lafayette x reader]

And it’s truly really interesting! I suggest giving it a look as I’m currently working on it and have it planned 🩷

I also have other fandom books but it’s not my focus anymore right now.

I have a Hamilton oneshot book and a request book aswell!

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[obiwan824]

A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!

Monday

“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”

 Tuesday

Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.

Wednesday

“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

Thursday

“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.

Friday

She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”

Saturday

“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Sunday

She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

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[urvenicebtch]

Union

-----groom!Bucky x bride!reader

Summary: Literally just a wedding dance fluff that I've had in my head for months

A/N: This part of Satisfied from the Hamilton soundtrack gives me butterflies so have this fluff that I see in my head every time I hear this part of the song<3 (play the audio as you read) Also, sorry that it’s so short, it’s all my fun-sized brain can put together.

Warnings: Literally none, xo

In the middle of the floor, you stand, held close by Bucky. The details of the end of your wedding dress graze the polished floor as you step from side to side, anticipating the peak of the song.

To the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom...)

You and Bucky take big, graceful steps to the left before spinning around. The shine of your eyeshadow sparkles under the warm yellow light hung from the ceiling.

To the bride... (To the bride! To the bri-i-i-ide, bri-i-i-i-ide...)

Bucky lifts you by your waist and spins around, smiles painting your love-lit faces. He lowers you and holds you close as you both circle the floor with your steps.

To your union! (To the union, to the re-vo-lu-tion!) And the hope that you provide! (You provide, you pro-vi-i-i-i-ide!)

Bucky holds his hands firmly on your waist as the two of you twirl to the timing of the lyrics.

May you always (always)... be satisfied...

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[moosoobi]

I see you’ve made a stop at the train station.

Where are you headed?

Status of train station:

On and off writing???

Early for your train?

(contact me, I swear I have nothing better to do)

Destination?

(Masterlist)

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—short stories—

Bon Appetite — T.Jefferson

—series—

In the Night — T. Jefferson

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Please don’t take me seriously. I’m a teenager, I say dumb things with little intent.

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[bugsy-maria]

Run away (Philip x Reader) Ch. 8

(Y/N)'s POV

-6-YEARS-LATER-NEW-YEAR-TIME-

1794

I leave my room on the second floor.

I'm wearing a lightweight dress with a shawl. in case you're wondering what happened since the last chapter Philip and I didn't do anything. he fell face-first into the mud. we write to each other since Mr. Jefferson took me back to Virginia. he told me to call him Mr. Jefferson. Sally and he got into an argument about what to do with me. I am now a long term guest that helps out the cleaning or other chores.

Right now its December 30th 1794. the Hamiltons and others are expected to come by for dinner and to start the new year off right. it seems as though Jefferson has a heart.

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just kidding! Hamilton is considering resigning and Jefferson wants to help out with that. just imagine... Thomas Jefferson with a soft spot for the Hamiltons. funny. Mr. Jefferson just wants an excuse to screw Hamilton over.

I go to the kitchen where Sally is and help with the dishes before I steal a biscuit and scurry off to my room to wait until Philip gets here. I reread the letter he sent me 5 months ago saying that he is coming over for dinner in December. he told me about his adventures in boarding school and how his father is doing. I always respond the second I'm done reading the ink on his letters.

-TIME-SKIPO-

it's not until dusk that the sound of a horse and buggy on a dirt road catches my attention (Did anyone else know that they are called a coach, am I the only American that refers to them as buggies??? I think so). I swiftly leave my bed to look out the window next to it. I see the buggy come to a stop.

I race out of my room and down the narrow as hell staircase not caring if someone was going up it or not. I get to the entrance where Jefferson is standing there with Burwell Colbert who was walking outside to greet the guests.

"Is it the Hamiltons, sir?" I asked looking at him while my hands fidgeted in the back.

"Yes. when they get here show the children to the empty guest rooms." he didn't look at me only at the door. when it opened again the short man from 6 years ago came in with a woman and 5 children one of which I recognised. I held in my excitement as we have kept our contact secret.

"Hamilton."

"Jeffershit."

"Alexander!" the woman covered the ears of the child on her hip. the other children ooh'd at him as though he was in trouble.

"(Y/N) may you show the kiddos their rooms." Jefferson assigned me while squinting down at hamilton and hamilton giving the death glare up at Jefferson. I mentioned for the children to follow once the woman let the little boy down.

we all made out way up the narrow staircase with me in the front. the first room from the staircase on the left was the first guest room.

"This will be your room, but there are only 4 beds." I opened the door that led into a plain medium-sized room with 4 beds, two on each side with a window and dresser in the middle.

"I call my own room." Philip claimed as he pushed his siblings into the room.

"What? that's no fair." a girl who looked to be around the same age as than me said.

"Yes it is. I'm older therefore I get my own room." Philip stuck his nose up in the air all cocky. the girl huffed before she turned her attention to me.

"I'm angelica by the way." her smile reached her eyes as she bowed. "And this is Alexander." she pats a little boy's head next to her he looked to be 11. he bowed down, took my hand with his and kissed my knuckles. I tensed and laughed awkwardly. when he let go of my hand. "This is James" the little boy hid behind Angelica waved awkwardly. "And this is john." a two-year-old looking boy waked excitedly with a huge smile on his face.

"Well I'm (Y/N)," I gave a small wave, "Its nice to meet you." a small smile played on my lips. I turned my attention to Philip. "now let me show you your room." I spun on my heal and made my way to the end of the hall where his room sits across from mine.

I opened the door and let him in. "My room is right across from you so if you have a question on where something just asks me." he entered his room while I talked.

"I'll be sure to visit your room don't you worry." he turned to me and smiles.

"For a question, I hope."

"We'll see."

"Well no matter what for I'm just glad that I can see you again."

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[iangelofhell]

He threw away his shot (Phillip x reader)

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to say that this is the first time I ever post on tumblr... So I’m not sure how to use it exactly...

And that English is not my first language so I didn’t use an “old” type of communication, for me is more complicated. Anyway... if you notice something wrong, please tell me!

Summary: Your boyfriend and your friend got themselves on a duel. Luckily you, a medicine student, are there to save the day.

I promise this is not angst

Word count: 1463

Warnings: None.

I know George can be a little of a dick sometimes but this time he crossed the line. A duel. I will never understand why men die, literally, to prove the world their “honor”. They could do such without being so dramatic.  

It was a complicated situation, my friend on a duel to death with my boyfriend. If one of them kills the other I wouldn´t just lose the killed but the killer too. 

Never in my life felt my heart beating faster than now. While I saw the two men give each other backs and started to count to ten to kill the other. I didn’t trust the doctor on my side. He looked as nervous as I did, and that was bad. When I focused on the duel again My eyes locked with Phillip´s, just before he started to raise his gun to the sky. I smiled at him. If he didn´t shoot then George wouldn´t either. But then, when Phillip was at 7 and the gun almost fully pointing to the clouds above us, I heard the characteristic sound of a shoot, I watched and smelled how the air filled with gunpowder, how the red liquid spread on Hamilton´s white shirt, how his knees began to give in. I didn´t even think about it. I grabbed the doctor’s bag and started running in Phillip’s direction with the intention to catch him before his fall, but I didn’t. His knees impacted on the soft ground and he lowered his head to see the wound. His hands tinted with the same dark red of his shirt when he covered the injury. My eyes filled with tears and my vision went blurry, but I wouldn’t allow it. I allowed him to participate in this stupid duel and I let him fall, but I wasn’t going to allow him to die, even if that means I have to trade his life for mine. 

Omniscient narrator

Reaching Phillip’s side you let yourself fall on your knees and opened the bag that contained the necessary stuff to heal him. You were never this grateful for studying to be a nurse. While you take off the things you were going to need the boy beside you watched you with glassy desperate eyes. He didn’t want to die, he had so much more to see, feel, show… With his parents, his siblings… With you. He cupped your cheek with his bloody hand. The wet and warm touch made you focus your attention on him. His sad smile was too much for you. The sobs escaped from your lips without permission. 

“Don´t look at me like you’re going to die” Your voice was firm like an order, but, as in your eyes, it was evident the beg in it.

“(Y/N)-” 

“NO!” you yelled and grabbed his face as gentle as you could, but in this situation, it wasn’t much. “I do not allow you, I told yo- I told you this duel was a stupid thing, and when you are healthy enough I’m going to yell you and punch senseless for not listening to me” He chuckled lightly and nodded. You started to work again, slipping in the sterilized gloves and you began to clean the wound and patched it. Phillip just let you be, he didn´t know how many possibilities he had to live, but he knew if he wouldn’t let you tried it would be worst. After a glance at his eyes, you grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw and put it in his mouth. He quirked a brow but then he felt a horrible burning in his stomach and bit the fabric. you mumbled an apology and turned around to look at the doctor right where you left him the terror, still visible in his face. “For your sake, I hope the carriage is as close as it can be in less than a minute!” the man turned on his heels running to get the vehicle. Then you turned to Phillip’s friend, his second, searching for some composure. When you find it under the clear fear in his eyes you took the piece of material out of your boyfriend’s mouth and asked “Could you help me carry him to the carriage?” You saw him nod and wrapped Hamilton’s arm around his shoulder. You did the same thing and lay a hand on his chest. “We have to be careful I stopped the bleeding but any sudden movements won’t help…  At all” Both of you started to escort him as gentle and fast as you could. 

The travel was filled with a terrifying silence. You sat at Phillip’s left side with your arm wrapped around his, your hands intertwined. His head rested on your shoulder like its weight was too much for him. He wasn’t breathing, he was sucking as much air as he could. Sobs and whimpers leaving his lips now and then, your answer to that was squeezing his hand and run your free hand through his hair. 

Once in the hospital you explained just what had happened and your procedures to help. Then they took him away on a stretcher. you didn’t want to let go his hand, but you knew, if you let go this one time you could take it again a million more. So you did just that, but a second after you regretted it and started to follow the doctors so you could be with him. a man taller and stronger than you put himself in the way and with a soft voice told you to sit and wait for news about him. Someone asked a bunch of things about him, they asked for his family and send someone to call them. You answered automatically at everything but your head was in another place. 

You sat in a wooden chair. Your whole body shaking, hands full of your boyfriend’s blood, wet cheeks, your hair a mess, and your eyes and nose were puffy and red. It was quite a sight but you couldn’t care less. 

“Mr. Hamilton!” I raised my head and saw Mr. Hamilton there with eyes full of worry and horror. A man with glasses in front of him was explaining the same I explained when I arrived here. 

“Can I see him?” Alexander’s voice broke. 

“I’m sorry, right now the medics are working and they need space, but luckily he’ll live, thanks to the miss over there” he pointed at you “If she wouldn´t have been there he would have died”. You stood up and went to join the conversation. 

“So he’s going to live?” You started to cry again, but this time were happy tears. He was going to live. Phillip was going to be okay. 

The man nodded and smiled. 

“In a couple of hours you should be able to see him” Both you and Alexander left escape a sigh of relief. 

You waited and waited and waited. You were sat and then stand. At some point, Elizabeth Hamilton appeared. A doctor summarized the situation for her. When she heard that you saved her son she hugged you and thanked you. You hugged back and pat her back softly. 

Finally, we were able to see him, but you let the Hamiltons go first. They took their time, but it was understandable. It was your turn to talk to him. 

You reached his room. There he was. In a Hospital bed, pale as ever, and a little sweaty, but there he was. He was breathing you could see that but just to make sure, you let your head fell on his chest and heard the softs beatings of his heart. you sighed, relieved once more before looking at him. 

He smiled warmly at you.

“Hey” He nothing but whispered. 

“You stupid, stupid man” Your smile had nothing to do with the insult you just called him. He chuckled and took your hand. You sat at his side and cupped his cheek. “I swear to god if you ever scare me again like that I’ll kill you myself” He nodded and squeezed your hand. 

“Lay beside me?” You bit your lip, you wanted to do as he said. but you didn’t want to hurt him. “Please?” Oh, well, he used dis puppy eyes, there was no way you would say no to that. 

You lied down and rested your head on his chest as your hand drew random figures on his shirt.

“You saved my life” He whispered on your hair. You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say. Of course you saved him. What were you supposed to do? stay there and watched him die? 

wrapped his arm around you and hold you tight. 

You let his heartbeats lull you to sleep.

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[izzygyrl]

A Mr. Philip Hamilton “True Love” {Injured!Philip x Female Reader}

Part Four! Last part (or so I think) Be prepared! 

{Mentions of blood, death}

Words: 2,606

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It was late in the night when the frantic knocking came at your door. You were in the parlor with your mother and father reading a book, when a sudden bang assaulted your ears, causing you to lose your place in your book. Your father got up at once and hurried to the door concerned, for no man or woman would bang on another man’s door this late in the night, if it wasn’t an emergency. Opening the door he was shocked to see a bedraggled young man he recognized but couldn’t quite place on his doorstep.

“Young man what is the meaning of–.”

“I apologize most sincerely sir but I need your daughter, (Y/N).”

You froze, recognizing the faint voice almost immediately.

At the sound of your name both you and your mother’s heads rose almost at once. You shut the book in your hands with a loud ‘snap’ before jumping up and rushing over to the door, your mother quick to follow.

What you saw nearly made you fall back in horror.

In the entryway stood Stephen Price. However, it wasn’t his sudden late evening appearance that made you gasp–it was his appearance itself.

His hair was a ragged mess, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, and his coat–

His coat was covered in blood.

“Oh my lord Stephen are you alright?”‌ You asked and you put a hand on Stephen before quickly pulling back with a gasp of shock--the blood was still fresh. 

“It’s not mine–(Y/N)‌–it’s Philips…he’s hurt. Badly. I need you to come with me.”‌

You stood shocked at the news you were hearing. How was this possible?‌ You had just seen Philip only a few hours ago. 

“Dear god young man who do you think you are to–” Your father began,  but you cut him off as you spun around rushing to a stand in the corner and grabbing your wool cloak. “He’s a friend of Philip and I Papa. His name is Stephen Price and he’s a good man!”‌ You said quickly, pulling on the cloak, your hands fumbling with the ties.

Everything was happening so fast that your father was having a hard time processing the information he was getting. Philip Hamilton, your beloved was hurt. That much he knew. And from what he saw you doing, he was gathering you were planning on going to his side. “Darling it’s late and I don’t like you going out this–.”‌ He started to say but you cut him off.

“Stephen wouldn’t have come to me unless it was an emergency. Philip’s in trouble Papa.”‌ You said, your voice trembling slightly as you gazed at your father. “I have to go to him.”‌

The love and devotion that your sire caught in your tone absolutely moved him as it never had before. It was the first time that it honestly hit him that Philip was the one you loved and the one man that you would always love. And that you were no longer a little girl he had to protect from the big scary world. 

With a deep sigh your father raised a hand and adjusted the cloak, so it sat better on your shoulders.

 “Go.”

And with that you were out the door.

There was a carriage waiting and Stephen quickly barked an order as you both hopped in and with a crack of the whip you were roaring down the road.

“What happened?”‌

“A man named Eacker insulted Philip's father and Philip challenged him and there was a duel across the Hudson and Philip raised his pistol in the air but Eacker didn’t and…” His voice faltered and you understood.

“Where did you take him?”‌ You asked.

“His Aunt Angelica’s.”

The ride felt like the longest carriage ride of your life. The streets were nearly deserted. It was so late and you were wringing your hands together tightly the whole way praying that Philip was alright.

When you finally arrived at the house you jumped out of the carriage, Stephen close on your heels.

Philip’s aunt Angelica must have heard you coming because before you could even raise a hand to knock the door flew open and there stood the wide eyed face of Alexander’s sister-in-law, Angelica. She saw you and her eyes softened. The woman who stood before you had known you since you and Philip were children. She was a strong supporter of you and Philip’s relationship.

Reaching out she pulled you inside, and shut the door once Stephen had walked in as well. “How is he?”‌ You asked as you removed your cloak. 

“He’s been very calm and brave.”‌ She said. “The doctor has come and has done all that he can. We can only wait and see. Stephen, I  need you to rush over and bring Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton here at once.”‌ Angelica said, turning to the young man. “Before you go here.”‌ She said, picking up a small glass with an amber liquid in it which you assumed was some type of spirit or liquor. “I thank you for all you’ve done for us tonight.”‌

Downing the shot, Stephen gave the woman a nod before giving you a sympathetic look before he disappeared back out the doorway.

Once he was gone you turned. “Can I see him?”‌

Angelica gazed at you for a second before nodding. “I warn you it’s not a pretty sight.”‌ She said gravely.

You nodded. “I’m prepared.”

She nodded. “Follow me.”‌

Angelica led you to the end of the hall, to the parlor. With a knock she opened the door. You could smell alcohol the moment you walked in and realized the doctor must have been using it to aid Philip in removing some of his pain--or making it worse.

Stepping around Angelica you nearly choked.

Philip was lying on a long mahogany table, his white vest and pale blue jacket soaked with blood. His legs were at an odd angle and his tan pants were wrinkled.  You suspected that he was lying like that because of the pain he must have been in. You saw that his breeches were also covered in blood.

Glancing at Angelica she gave a nod and gazed at her nephew. Stepping inside the room a tad more you noticed the doctor only a few feet away from Philip sitting quietly in the corner. When you entered he raised his head and gave you a nod. As you took another step, you saw Philip stir at the sound of you entering the room. You were at his side in a moment. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw you, and his eyes widened before you saw a faint smile fall upon his lips. “You came.” He said weakly.

You hold back a sob as you bend over him. “Of course I came Philip-oh my darling.”‌ You said and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Why did you do it?”‌ You asked.

“I had to defend my father’s honor.” He said and even through the strain in his voice you could hear the pride in his tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh. “Hamilton’s and their pride.”‌ You said in a gentle chiding tone, and gently placed a hand on his hairline, softly running your fingers through his hair. He always enjoyed when you did this and you thought it would bring him some comfort.

“I’m glad you’re here.”‌ He said. You saw a look of pain cross his face and your heart ached as you felt your throat tighten and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

You swallowed praying your voice didn’t betray you. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here by your side. Where I belong.”‌ You whispered gently, taking his hand in yours. 

“I put my pistol up in the air and–.” Philip said, trying to explain but you stroked his hair and softly shushed him. “Save your strength my darling.”‌ 

“Do you remember the time when we first met?”‌ He asked.

You were caught off guard by this question, however when you glanced at him he was gazing right back at you, his eyes clear and blue.

“It was at the statehouse in Manhattan.”‌ You said with a nod as you recounted the memory. “Our fathers were having a meeting with President Washington. I ran in and your father told me he wanted me to meet someone. And then you came in a few moments later.”‌ You said to him.

Philip nodded and grinned before grimacing once more. “Wh--when we were in the garden that was the first time I knew that we were going to be together forever.”‌ He said.

You couldn’t help but smile. “And we still will be.”‌ You said not liking the way he was talking.

“I want you to do something for me.”‌ He said.

You nodded. “Anything.”

“Marry me.”‌

You blinked shocked. “What?”‌

“The doctor is also an ordained reverend from Trinity Church. He had to fill in when all the pastors–.”‌ He grunted as he scrunched up his face in pain.

You reached for his hand and slipped yours into his. “Squeeze my hand Philip.”‌

“I want you to be my wife. I’ve loved you since the day we met (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.”‌

You couldn’t believe what he was asking of you. You loved Philip. But you knew your answer long before it came out of your mouth. 

“Yes.” 

You turned to gaze at the doctor. “Will you do it?” You asked him. 

The doctor who had been silently praying with a bible in hand stared at you over his spectacles, then glanced at Philip until turning back to you. “We’ll need a witness.” Was all he said. 

You nodded, gently putting Philips hand down and going to the door. “Angelica!” You called out. Philips' aunt appeared around the corner, her eyes wide with fear. She hurried over to you, her skirts in her hands. “He is--?” 

You shook your head. “He’s alive. But...the doctor is a minister. Philip asked me to marry him and...I said yes.” You said softly. You then met her eyes. “We need a witness.”

Angelica let out a little sound that resembled a gasp and a sob. Then realizing the situation she nodded. “Of course I’ll do it.” She said. 

You went back and settled on Philip’s left and Angelica on his right off to the side. The doctor, now turned minister, was standing up in front of the three of you back to the door. You took Philip’s hand once more and watched as he cast a glance and nodded in thanks to his aunt. 

The ceremony started and the doctor was nice enough to give you a short version of it. 

In the middle of the ceremony suddenly you heard footsteps. Turning you saw Philip’s father Alexander Hamilton burst through the room. He took in the room and then saw his son. “Philip!” He began to rush over but Angelica rushed forward and stopped him with a hand.  She whispered in his ear for a moment and his eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth in shock like a fish gasping for air.

“Papa hold that thought please.” Philip said and you felt him squeeze your hand. You stroked his hairline softly. 

“I assume you don’t have rings so--.” The doctor began, before Philip cut him off. 

“(Y/N), reach into my coat on the right side.” He said weakly. 

You did as you were told and as you did, careful not to hurt him, you froze as you felt a soft tissue in the pocket. However you felt a hard object within the tissue. Pulling it out you slowly opened the wrapping and gasped. 

Inside were two plain golden wedding bands. You felt tears fall as you gazed at them and then looked at Philip. He gave a weak smile. “I’ve had them for a while.” He said. 

Wiping away a tear you gazed back at the doctor who nodded and then proceeded with the ceremony. 

“Philip do you take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better and for worse, in-.” The doctor paused and you both looked at him and you saw Philip give a nod urging him to continue. 

“In sickness and in health so long as you both shall live?” 

Philip took a ragged breath but replied in a strong tone, “I do.” 

“And do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) take Philip Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?” 

You didn’t know it at the time, for you and Philip were so in the moment, but Philip’s mother, Eliza had arrived with Stephen right behind her. Thankfully Alexander and Angelica stopped them and quickly explained in hushed tones what was taking place.

“I do.” You said taking Philips' hand once more. 

“Please place the rings on each other's hands.”

Taking Philip’s left hand gently you slipped the larger of the two rings onto his ring finger. Then he took the smaller ring, and with your help supporting his wrist, he slipped the ring onto your own left hand. You then clasped hands together.

“Then by the power vested in me by the Trinity Church in Manhattan I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The doctor said closing the bible. 

Bending down, you placed a kiss on your husband's lips. A tear fell on his cheek and he gently wiped it away whispering. “I love you Mrs. (Y/N)  Hamilton.” 

You laughed through the tears. “And I you, Mr. Philip Hamilton.”

Sharing another kiss you squeezed his hand gently before you turned to thank the doctor only to remember that the Hamilton’s and Stephen were there. You let go of Philip’s hand and stepped away letting his mother run to his side, which she did almost instantly. Alexander followed behind her but stopped next to you, leaned over and kissed your forehead before going to his son’s side. 

You stepped back letting the family have their moment. You walked over to Stephen and he gave you a hug,  Angelica gave you a hug as well, her eyes puffy from the tears. 

You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it sounded like Eliza was singing. “Let’s give them some privacy.” You said as you quietly went out into the hall.

Just as you began to leave you heard the most heart wrenching scream come from Eliza Hamilton. You spun around and looked. 

Philip lay on the table, his head slumped, his eyes closed and his chest-.

His chest-.

His chest had gone still. 

You let out a wail of horror and you grabbed onto Stephens sleeve. “No-!” You gasped and you felt your knees go weak. Stephen realized you were going down and he caught you and you fell to the floor together. You grabbed his coat in your fists and let out a gut-wrenching sob. You felt drops on your head and realized that Stephen was also crying. 

Your whole body felt numb. You  sobbed into Stephens chest clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. His coat was hard from the dirt grime and blood that he had gathered up over the evening. 

In the background you heard the doctor murmuring a prayer.

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(When I say I cried writing this-I CRIED WRITING THIS SO MANY TIMES OMG. I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! My inbox is open for feedback, requests and questions! Have a great day!)

#philip hamilton #alexander hamilton #Broadway #philip hamilton x reader #A Mr Philip Hamilton #part 4 #reader insert #Hamilton #Hamiltime #angst #2000+ words #hamilton series #angelica schuyler #eliza hamilton #requests open #inbox open

[booksbeaus]

Dear, (Y/N).

TimeLine: Hamiltime

Pronouns: She/Her

Words Count: 486

Requested?: No

Warnings: Mention of Death, No theodosia jr 😭, also your mother is not the theodosia but was Aaron's first love that he had met through his former job as a lawyer (Also I don't know what Theodosias age was when her mother died so I'm just gonna say you are four in this story!)

A/N: I also originally posted this on Wattpad under the user @bakubae_08 which is also where you can find all of my other works which I also will be publishing here on tumblr! ❣️(PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK)

*Unedited*

POV: 3rd Person

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(Y/N) enters her fathers bedroom after a maid had informed her that he had requested to see her.

"You wanted to see me, father?" (Y/N)  questions has she enters her fathers bedroom.

"How is mom? Is she going to get better?" She asks with a smile, as Aaron keeps silent still facing the opposite direction of his daughter.

"Father?" She questions confused when she hears her fathers silence.

"My Dearest (Y/N), how to say to you" Aaron begins to say as he turns around to face his daughter, revealing the tears that had fallen from his eyes to his daughter.

"Some time last night your mother breathed your name.. and like a flame that flickers out too soon, she died, she's gone-" He begins not for his sentence being cut off by the sound of his sobs as falls to his knees, his face buried in his hands.

(Y/N)'s vision begins to blur as tears begin to form in her eyes as she runs and puts a comforting hand on her fathers shoulder.

Aaron turns to look at his daughter with a sad smile, tears still falling as he places a comforting hand on her cheek.

"She dedicated everyday to you.." he begins as they both look at each other with sad smiles, tears still steaming down their faces.

"She changed my life she made my life, she made my life worthwhile." He says looking at his daughter sadly, their foreheads touching.

"And when you smile, I know apart of her lives on, and I know I can go on." He says as his daughters collapses into his arms, burying her face in his chest, his shirt beginning to soak from her tears.

“You have, come of age with our young nation. We bleed and fight for you, sometimes it seemed that all we do.” Aaron begins as gives a sad smile pulling away from the hug to look at his daughter.

“But you and I will build a strong foundation, and I’ll be here for you. The way is clear for you to blow us all away.” He finishes standing up and taking his daughters hand to help her up as well.

He looks at his daughter with a sad smile, before pulling her back into a hug, greatful he still had her in his life and silently making a promise to always protect her, no matter what.

#hamilton #aaron burr #wattpad #reader insert #x reader #x daughter!reader #leslie odom junior #music #Aaron burr x daughter!reader #alexander hamilton #john laurens #George Washington #hamilton x reader #daughter reader #Hamilton x daughter! reader

[headoverheelss]

Somebody should really do a Modern Au of the hamilsquad singing Boyfriend by Big Time Rush and Lafayette is the leader. Also they are all drunk of their ass...

Also please make it a Lafayette x reader fanfic.

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette x reader #lafayette x reader #lafayette #hercules #hercules mulligan #john laurens #reader insert #please and thank you #i would cry

[pink-caterina]

The Cost of a Legacy Masterlist (DISCONTINUED)

GIF not mine

Summary : He sees her and she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, everything perfect. Well except the fact that they’re growing up during the revolutionary war. Their love will hit many hurdles and what the future has in store may not be what they planned.

Pairing : John Laurens x Reader

Author Notes : 

Just a fic about you and John Laurens lives through the Revolutionary war. Pre-Hamilton and actual Hamilton events. Not everything will be historically accurate. 

If there's any questions feel free to message me! I also take feed back or if you see any edits I need to make. 

Last Updated : 11/23/20

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If you read this part I’m sorry lol I’ve written fanfics since 2014 and have never finished a story. ITS THE DEPRESSION YALL

#alexander hamilton #angelica schuyler #eliza schuyler #hamilton #lafayatte #peggy schuyler #aaron burr #reader insert #fanfic #john lauren’s imagine #john laurens x reader #masterlist

[matsumi101]

Who is this Kid?

Crossdressing Fem!Reader Hamilton Insert

Part 2 - Dance with Me

Description:

The war is bloody, that’s so surprise, and you were in the middle of it all. One brash interaction later, you found yourself intertwined with an interesting group, joining them in their antics from their thievery to the taverns.

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Warnings: swearing, drinking, harassment, guns and blood, Lafayette dancing poorly (at first)

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Notes:

> Continuation of the first part that you can read here

> “F/N” means fake name and “Y/N” means your real first name

> This part happens in between “Right Hand Man” and “Winter’s Ball”

> omg i did not expect people to actually like this!! Tagging @thebitchiestnerdtowalktheearth @cutie1365 and @girlmadeofivory since they were looking for a part 2

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“LET'S RAISE A GLASS!”

“TO THE REVOLUTION!”

You held no shame as you cheered alongside your group, raising your mug with the rest. You chugged down half of your mug's content before letting out a heavy sigh. Your face was flushed, as you've had so many rounds that you never really counted anymore after getting past three. All you knew was that your friends were on the same page as you, and that you pitied every lady in America because damn they are missing out on this. "Now seeing you down that with a straight face made me like you a lot more, F/N," Lafayette said jokingly. You giggled uncontrollably, dropping the mug on the table with a loud thud.

"Why thank you." You flipped your tied hair for dramatic effect.

Your confidence was taken positively by the table. As promised, you guys celebrated for a job well done in stealing the cannons, but it was held back for some time until work didn’t demand so much for the time being. Not only that, it became a double celebration since Alexander was promoted as George Washington’s secretary, or rather Alexander preferred, his right hand man. “So, Hamilton, how does it feel being General Washington’s right hand man?” you asked. Admittedly, you haven’t had much time with the four people as you did since the cannon raid, only seeing much of Alexander nearby Washington, so you wanted to make the most out of the time with them.

Alexander’s face soured, earning a hearty laugh from you and the others. “Come on, your writing’s impeccable, you should be proud the General chose you,” John pointed out. He slung an arm over Alexander for comfort, but he leaned a little too far from his seat and ended up toppling down to the floor. This caused another round of laughter, with Hercules repeatedly slamming his hand on the table and you facepalming at what happened. “Mon dieu, John. You are drunk as fuck,” Lafayette slurred in fake exasperation, looking down at his fallen friend.

“I’m sure everyone is.”

“But not drunk enough, eh?”

You nudged at Hercules, wiggling your eyebrows. “You calling for another round?” Hercules guessed, though the smirk on his face showed that he already knew the answer. “Hell yeah!” You growled excitedly before gulping down the rest of your drink. Hercules called for a refill for the table, and once everyone got their mugs full again the rowdiness resumed.

The tavern was full that night, but that didn’t stop you from noticing something off a few tables away. You saw a pair of girls enjoying their time drinking like everyone else, but they were being eyed by the group of men, three from your peripherals, right across them. You would’ve brushed it off as guys simply scouting them, but the lingering wolfish gazes and intent grins weren’t at all nice to see.

“See something you like, F/N?”

You brought your attention back to the table and saw all four guys staring at you, all eyebrows raised and knowing grins plastered to their faces. You scoffed, bringing your mug to your lips. “I’m good, thanks,” you declined. “Nothing here catches my interest.” You closed your eyes and drank as you heard your friends give a long gasp of amusement.

“But do you plan to look for someone in the ball?”

Ah, you almost forgot. A ball was happening in a few weeks, and Washington insisted to have the officers attend. You were just a Private, but Alexander convinced to get you an invite, too. Your eyes met John’s, and for a moment it seemed like there was something else that spoke in his gaze that you couldn’t quite comprehend. “Maybe I am, or maybe I’ll just be there,” you answered thoughtfully, taking a sip. “Or maybe I won’t be.” You heard everyone groan, making you snicker quietly.

“I swear, you’re just as bad as Burr.”

“Hey, I am vocal with my stances, thank you very much.”

“And what’s your stand?”

You stood up, stomping your foot on your seat. “Fuck the King!” you roared, raising your drink. Your friends echoed your declaration, which was followed by approving cheers, howls, and raised glasses. You grinned toothily as you took a gulp. Lafayette, being the other standing person, bumped at your chest approvingly.

You sat back down, sighing. “But seriously, I don’t know if I should attend the ball.” Lies. You were sure to go, the only conflict was as who you were going to go. As a woman, it’s still the unfortunate duty of yours to find a wealthy man to marry for your family’s sake, and how else can you find a rich guy to woo other than showing up prim and proper and in a dress at a ball? Another part of you wanted to go as a soldier, wondering to see how the people saw you at the ball, and mostly to drink as much as you wanted with no shame.

“Really, you should go, F/N. It’d be disappointing not to see Lafayette trip over himself in the dance floor.”

Both you and Alexander glanced at John in interest while Lafayette gave the freckled guy a pointed look. “Lafayette? An aristocrat? And he can’t dance?” Alexander interrogated, and John nodded at each question teasingly with closed eyes. Hercules was chuckling beside you. “S'il vous plaît, that one instance was an accident!” Lafayette exclaimed. You leaned to Alexander a bit. “Was he swearing?” you whispered.

“No, he said ‘please’. You don’t know French?”

“Nah, man. At least, not enough.”

“Laurens, do tell us about that one instance.”

John was more than ready to oblige to Alexander’s request, but Lafayette jumped in, quite literally, to shush him up. “Woah!” you interjected, grabbing the drinks on the table just before the flustered Frenchman could knock it off from his path. Hercules had done the same, and just like you there were a few spills that landed on his shirt and pants.

“What the fuck, Laf?!” John groaned, more annoyed than entertained with the reaction.

You diverted your attention momentarily from the chaos to the women you were keeping watch earlier. They were fine, though the men still weren’t taking their eyes off of them, much to your distaste. You looked back and saw Hercules and Alexander laughing their asses off. “You know if you’re that embarrassed with your dancing I can guide you. I’ll be the girl,” you offered casually, and the mood was cut short.

"What?" they all muttered.

"What?" you echoed with equal confusion.

Then your drunk mind realized it. You were still a guy in their eyes, so you had to make something up. “I've been with more than enough ladies to understand their side of the dance,” you purred, making sure that they caught your boasting tone. "Ahh, so Alexander's not the only tomcat in this group, I see," Laurens mused, sending you a devilish smirk. You played along and grinned smugly in return. “What can I say? Ladies just can’t resist the pretty boy,” you bragged, briefly running a thumb on your nose.

“You sure about this, F/N?” Hercules warned jokingly. “We weren’t kidding about Lafayette being bad at dancing.”

“How bad could it be?”

Hercules rolled his eyes and leaned back on his seat. “Your funeral.” You stood up, placing the drinks down before pulling Lafayette off the table. “Alright, c’mere you poor thing,” you grunted. You put your hands up and beckoned Lafayette to come to you. The man complied, though evidently embarrassed, as he took your right hand and placed his other on your waist. You put your left hand on his shoulder, reminiscing the years you were taught to dance.

“Okay, let’s take a step-”

It was just the first step and he already failed. You yelped the second Lafayette stepped on both your feet, Lafayette mirroring your expression when you unintentionally dug your nails into his hand and shoulder in response to his accident. Alexander, Hercules, and John broke into fits of laughter as you looked at them with disbelieving eyes. Maybe you were starting to regret this.

“Excuse me a second.”

You grabbed one of the shotglasses and downed up the hard drink before returning to Lafayette. “If you’re going to charm the ladies, that is definitely not it,” you quipped. “I’m going to teach you how to dance properly, even if it kills my toes. Now get back here.” You returned to your previous position, and Lafayette seemed even more hesitant to proceed.

Though you insisted, and continued with the practice. No one gave any judging eyes, seeing that the everyone was too drunk out of their minds to care at all to see two men practicing a ball dance in the middle of the tavern. A few hours, a couple more drinks, and countless missteps later, you could barely hold your proud smile when Lafayette managed to step in sync with you without hitting your feet for the next few minutes. Your friends cheered for him, and Lafayette’s grin widened as his confidence rose.

You two glided across the room a bit more, and you were inevitably enjoying it. You looked up to Lafayette, who was focused on the floor to make sure he was getting it right. “You should practice not looking down when dancing,” you suggested, Lafayette looked up to you, hesitancy in his eyes, before returning his eyes back down. He’d been unusually silent the whole time, in contrast to his normally boisterous drunken self. “Don’t worry, you got it now. Eyes on me,” you instructed. You moved your hand from his shoulder to under his chin and gently lifted his head despite his stiffness, feeling the prickling sensation of his unkept stubble. You figured it was just his nervousness to step on you again for the nth time that’s making him tense.

“Relax, Lafayette.”

There was reluctance, but Lafayette complied anyways and kept his eyes on yours, feeling his shoulders droop a little. You hummed the counting, your steps in sync. After finishing a routine without any mistakes, you broke to a congratulating grin. “You got the hang of it!” you cheered quietly. Though, Lafayette’s expression was contrast to yours. He had his lips drawn to a flat line as confusion stirred in his eyes. You cocked your head at him, your smile turning into a frown as he pulled away and walked back to the table. “Lafayette?” you called quietly, unsure why your friend looked uncomfortable.

“So, comment ai-je fait?”

The second Lafayette faced the three, he pulled up a grin. You followed him, your worried look lingering to him as you sat down. “If you can do it drunk, you can do it sober,” John praised, pushing a mug across the table to Lafayette, who caught it with ease. You picked up your own cup, forcing your eyes away from the now bright mood your friend held. You glanced at the girls again, and you saw that they were standing up to leave. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the men shuffling readily, and it wasn’t a good sign.

You leaned forward the table before you could raise any suspicions. “I have to say, Lafayette’s a fast learner,” you complimented, smirking as you brought your mug to your lips. You gave the said man a once over, but your attention was really at the two women that passed your table. “That makes me the savior of putting his tripping days to its end.” Your humor evoked approving laughs, but Lafayette merely rolled his eyes in response. Though, he had the corners of his mouth pulled up regardless. You sent a lopsided grin of your own, your eyes snapping momentarily to the four men that hastily brushed past the table, one even accidentally hitting your chair.

You fell silent for a few seconds before you pushed yourself up. “I’ll be back shortly,” you announced. You took your coat resting on the back of your seat and put it on, checking if your holstered gun was hidden from plain sight. You didn’t wait for a response and headed out of the tavern, the cold wind immediately biting your warm skin. You looked around the empty streets, wondering where the men had disappeared to so quickly. You contemplated on which direction to go first, but the fleeting shadow from the side answered the question for you.

You walked as steadily as you could, a hand over your covered pistol for assurance that it was there. You peered over the alleyway that led to the back of the pub, and there you saw what you were looking for. The two women, gripping to each other for dear life as they backed against the wall of the other building, while the four men stumbled closer to them. The sight disgusted you, and you weren’t going to stand around for another second.

“Hey! Leave them alone!” you growled.

The men looked over to you as you marched forward. “Fuck off, kid. This isn’t your fun,” one of the men spat. You narrowed your eyes at them, discreetly tucking a hand under your coat. You kept your posture straight, fighting back every ounce of nervousness in your system as you walked even closer. “Let these women be before anything bad happens here,” you warned, your voice bordering to a threatening growl. “I’m not fucking around.”

“Oho, strong words from a pipsqueak like you.”

Two of the men were about to approach you, but you weren’t taking any chances. You drew out your pistol, eliciting a yelp from the women and surprised gasps from the men. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked in a mocking tone. You moved your head to the women, who were staring at you with terrified eyes. You smiled warmly before nodding to the street, motioning them to leave. They sent you a brief look of relief before they rushed out, and you aimed the gun at the man who tried to take a hold on one of the woman’s wrist. As soon as the girls disappeared from your sight, your face hardened again. “I’ll remember your faces,” you snarled, observing the men’s faces.

“The next time I find any of you harassing a lady, I will shoot,” you threatened. "And you will not like where I'll be aiming."

You paid no attention to their fuming faces as you turned to your heels and went back inside. You tucked your gun back into the holster, pulling a smile once you returned to the table. “Where’d you disappear to?” Alexander was the first to question as soon as you sat back down. “Just some business,” you answered coyly, though the proud smirk in your face showed that you were proud of the “business” you attended to. You were about to take a sip of your drink when-

Wham!

You didn’t even have enough time to process what happened. The next thing you knew, your teeth hit harshly on the rim of your mug before your entire face made contact with the hardwood table, feeling the splinters sink into your cheeks. “What the fuck, dude?!” Hercules yelled, shooting up from his seat. It would seem that the other three were close to following suit. You groaned as you sat up, wiping the spilled beer off your face. You could feel a warmer liquid just below your nose, and you didn’t need to think for another second to figure it out. You could hear John say something, but it was drowned out by Hercules’ bickering towards the culprits.

“Let them be, Herc,” you coughed.

Despite your dazed vision, you managed to grab Hercules by his sleeve and urged him to sit back down. “They’re not worth the time.” Hercules resisted for a moment, but he complied anyways. He sent the four jeering men a heated glare before he sat down. You ran your tongue across your teeth, silently thanking that it didn’t chip. You could hear a pair of feet shuffling close to you, followed by a tap on your shoulder. You looked up and saw a waitress handing you a dampened hand towel. You muttered a thanks as you accepted the cloth. You pressed the towel to your nose and lips, wincing in pain while you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Are you okay, F/N?”

You pried an eye open and saw everyone looking at you worriedly. “Just dandy,” you huffed, but there was an unintended sarcasm that betrayed your assurance. “Are there splinters on my face?” you asked, lowering the towel a bit as you put your face out. “Let me see.” Alexander scooted closer, examining for any stray wood pieces. Once he saw a splinter, he plucked it off with ease. After another round of observing, it seemed that all the pieces were removed, so he leaned back. You exhaled in relief.

“I think that’s all of it.”

“Thanks, Hamilton.”

“Now, are you going to explain why that just happened?” Lafayette spoke up, crossing his arms.

“Does this have something to do with your ‘business’?” Alexander followed, air quoting the word “business”.

You sighed and nodded, putting the towel back to your nose. “Those guys were stalking some women earlier, so when I caught them harassing the girls outside I told them to fuck off,” you confessed tiredly. John was the first to react, shooting up and ready to make his way to the group that passed earlier. “Don’t,” you hissed, not wanting any more trouble than there already was. You looked at Alexander hoping that he’d stop John, but alas he looked encouraging more than anything.

“Guys, don’t. I’m serious. They’re just pissed that I cockblocked them.”

You gurgled the rest of the beer left in your cup after the spill, washing away the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. “Forget about them, let’s just enjoy the rest of the night,” you insisted. Though it took a little while for the tension to lift off your and your friends’ shoulders, everyone managed to push the incident out of their minds and return to the joyous mood earlier.

An hour before the tavern closed, the group figured it was a good time to make their leave. They paid for their drinks and hobbled out, arms slung over one another as they laughed and sang mindlessly. “Guyyys, help, I don’t speak French!” you cried out exaggeratedly, but you were only responded by slurred chuckles. Somehow you broke into two groups, with John and Alexander leaning on one another up ahead while you were squished in between Hercules and Lafayette. As much fun as you had with the guys, the winter chill was something you wouldn’t want to stay out for.

“This is my way.”

Hercules moved away, and you whined quietly, one due to the loss of warmth on your side, and another with the lack of support to keep Lafayette up. Alexander stared at John for a bit, reluctant to let go, but he had to since he was under Hercules’ roof until he could find a place to stay. “It’s fine, Alexander! You’re clinging onto Laurens like it’s the last time you’ll see him,” you called out, laughing as you stumbled a bit, and your teasing was somehow enough for Alexander to finally pull away.

“G’night, boys.”

You, John, and Lafayette waved the two farewell before trudging along the streets. “Where’s your place, F/N?” John asked, hopping back to join you and Lafayette. “Hmmmmm, some distance away,” you hummed. You knew that going to your real home was a bad idea since you basically ran off, but there was no relative you could go to without being snitched on (fucking Loyalists), either. Ever since you left, you’ve been staying in the camp. It wasn’t much, but shelter was shelter. You knew a place, but you doubted that you’d get there unscathed, especially at this hour of the night.

“Really?” John pressed.

“Yeah.”

After a while it was John’s turn to head home. He stopped at the corner heading to his place, turning to face you and Lafayette. “F/N, before I could forget,” he suddenly said. You quirked a brow as John shuffled toward you, pulling out a white piece of cloth. “I cleaned it, don’t worry,” he assured. You recognized it as your handkerchief, which you completely forgot that you left with him. You snatched it from him, worry bubbling in your chest.

“Ah, I see it’s really important to you,” John breathed.

Lafayette stared curiously as you grazed your fingers over the flower decoration at the corner of the cloth. “So, Y/N, huh?” John spoke up inquisitively. You snapped your head up, eyes wide as you clutched the handkerchief to your chest. “Gonna tell us about your girl anytime soon?” he probed, his eyes glittering with interest. You relaxed a bit, but not entirely, seeing that his assumption was far from the truth.

“Is this why you were dodging our question about the ball?” Lafayette piped in.

“Maybe.”

Lafayette rolled his eyes at you. You figured enough that he had a pet peeve for vague responses, as did everyone else. You snickered, tucking the handkerchief in your coat. “Hey, answer my question!” John exclaimed. “I’m gonna head inside in a bit.” You smiled bashfully, closing your eyes and thought of what to say. Despite your hazy conscience, you found the will to restrain yourself from talking about you.

“Sure, some other time,” you answered quietly. “When things aren’t so complicated right now.”

Despite himself, John bade farewell and went home. It was left with you and Lafayette walking side to side. “I’ll head here now,” you spoke up, pointing to the alleyway heading to the other street. You waved Lafayette goodbye before shoving your freezing hands into your coat pocket. The best place for you to crash in for the night was at an inn, and you knew a cheap one not too far off. You were glad enough to know some place you could afford.

After checking in and locking yourself into the room, you undid the corset that had been binding your chest the whole day. You gasped in relief, plopping down on the bed. Your nose had been numbed to the scent, but you knew that you reeked of alcohol, especially with how much liquor spilled onto you after your head was banged on the table. You figured a bath would be nice, and washing your clothes while you’re at it since it was all that your had at the moment.

After the wash, you threw yourself back into the bed. The ball, you thought. Goodness, what were you going to do? You were torn with how you were going to attend, and if the choices were going to keep driving you mad then might as well not go altogether. Yet, the bigger part of you wanted to go, to see those men you call your friends. Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette; they were the most fun you had, and you wouldn’t want to miss a grand moment with them, in the battlefield or in life. You refused to let that kind of feeling go.

You sighed, gently burying your face in the pillow. You could feel the ache of the side of your head that hit the table, which was just above your eyebrow, but you paid no mind to it. The alcohol was making you drowsy, and you were more than willing to comply. As you drifted off to sleep, the same worries as earlier lingered in your mind.

A soldier? Or a woman?

#who is this kid #hamilton #hamilton fanfic #fanfic #alexander hamilton #john laurens #hercules mulligan #lafayette #reader insert #im just setting myself up for a full-blown story lmaoooooo #tho if i did continue what would you guys prefer #you in a dress or in a uniform #hmmmm interesting stuff #i made lafayette uncomfortable dancing w/ u for a reason tho #lore lore lore 👀👀 #jk #unless??? 👀👀👀 #but fr why is laf difficult to write gdi #i wanna portray the chaotic french fry properly

[obiwan824]

Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader- Musical Theatre Headcanons

Alexander

He would be so excited to go with you!

Play, musical, opera- Alex just loves theatre

As a teenager, he wanted to act but he rarely did, he cared a lot about what people thought

He’s a total theatre kid

He’s into every musical on- and off-Broadway every season

Everyone who likes Hamilton tends to like the same musicals, so I feel like he would like Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Be More Chill

He would love In The Heights, 21 Chump Street, and Bring It On, anything Lin is involved with

If he got to see In The Heights before it closed he would be so happy

Alex especially loves the musicals like Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables

For days after seeing a show, he’d be listening to the soundtrack and singing it

Oh I don’t know how I forgot this

Disney musicals are his favorite!!!

He would ask to go see The Lion King every day

Birthdays and holidays are always spent on Broadway

The Little Mermaid!!

He’s really into Shakespeare

He would take you to every production of every Shakespeare play

It’s really cute

John

He would be skeptical at first

He was never a theatre kid

You were always playing Broadway soundtracks (let’s be honest, we’re all Broadway-lovers here.)

One time he started singing along

You freaked out and started saving for a trip to New York City!

John really wouldn’t want to see a classic musical, he would want something weirder

I think he’d love Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

The lights, costume, setting

He would find it so cool!

He kept making eye contact with people and being like ???

He got a love letter and was so happy

I think his favorite musical would be Grease

You eventually got him into some other things and he started listening to the more classic stuff

He loves Annie, Matilda, Sound of Music, etc.

He becomes a total theatre kid, he loves music and artistic stuff so musicals are his thing, he’s not really interested in opera or plays

John was forever grateful that he met you

Lafayette

He is the biggest theatre nerd of them all!!

No need to introduce Laf to anything

Especially musicals!

He loves any and all musicals

He doesn’t like singing in front of people

But if you start singing he’ll join in

People have walked in on you both in homemade costumes (like blankets, robes, pillows, etc.) singing showtunes at the top of your lungs

You can do couple songs which is really nice

He wants the entire house to be Broadway-themed

He’s good with makeup and hair so he will always do Broadway hairstyles for you

Lots of cosplay, Herc will make costumes for you.

The two of you will always go see shows in costume

It would be so cute when you show up to, like, Grease as Danny and Sandy

He has a lot of money so he would always take you to your favorite shows

Hercules

Like John, he’s really not a theatre kid

He would groan whenever you started playing a cast recording, but he would never make you turn it off or anything

One day you walked in on him in the bathroom

He was in the shower singing “Defying Gravity” from Wicked when he thought you were at work

He was like “On my own!” and you joined in with “Look at her, she’s wicked! Get her!”

He freaked out and never forgave you

You would help him figure out what musicals were more his speed

He would be really hesitant but start to figure it out

Eventually, he’d be singing showtunes 24/7

“WHAT HAVE I BEEN MISSING MY ENTIRE LIFE?!?”

He’d make the best costumes for you for like Halloween or just for wearing around

“Herc, I want to be Heather Chandler-” “oN IT!”

Working with Laf- Gilbert does hair and makeup, Herc makes costumes

Lots of cosplay

Herc doesn’t have a lot of money but you’d both save and go see shows when you can

He doesn’t like singing much, so he’d be more comfortable seeing plays

He likes any and all plays

Herc loves watching anything with you as long as it makes you smile!

Poly! Hamilsquad

Group costumes!

Once they’re all into theatre you can do so much with them

Songs that are impossible with one person?

Not anymore!

Some of them don’t really like to sing, but once you get into it, they’ll join in

Your house can be filled with musical CD’s and posters

Framed playbills everywhere!

They like to take you stagedooring after the show

It’d be so much fun, honestly

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[astralaffairs]

freedom of the press 03 | thomas jefferson

title: freedom of the press

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

tags: @stargazelaurens @ivory-haired-queens @exoticxchicken8 @assbuttstyles777 @superbarriobrothers @distinguishedpotsticker @fukaaaaaaaa @hereforthepsyche-assessment @ivetoldamillionlies @fangirl570 @thealaddinkid @lasciviouspeach @snazzydoesthings @shy-and-awkward-daveed lmk if you want to be added

words: 10.5k

warnings: get ready for hella sexual tension and getting drunk on wine!!

desc: you’d just moved to d.c. full time, a promotion at your publication leading to a transfer to another district chapter, and you were more than thrilled to be there, more than ready to immerse yourself in the world of politics. what you weren’t ready for, though, was how the campaign trail you were following made your heart flutter and your stomach turn. you also hadn’t expected it to be so… gaudy? magenta? – or perhaps, though you wouldn’t hear of it, that wasn’t the campaign’s effect at all.

Y/N RUSHED INTO the apartment, darting toward the kitchen counter as she tried not to lose the balance of soup she had stacked up to her chin. She caught wind of Alex's stunned face from where he stood behind her, still holding the door open to let her in, and gave him a sheepish smile over her shoulder. It wasn't until the cups of soup were safely on the counter that she slowed down.

"Hey, Lex." She turned around, leaned against the counter as she met his eyes. "Thanks for letting me know Eliza and Pip were sick. I got here as fast as I could."

He raised his eyebrows, his face the picture of disbelief as he closed the door behind her, returning to his own apartment. "As fast as you could after picking up," --He leaned to her right where she stood, glancing at the critical mass of food behind her-- "four cups of soup?"

She grinned. "I had to come prepared."

He raised an eyebrow. "Obviously."

"So where are they? Can I come in and see them?" She ignored the sarcasm in his tone as she shrugged off her coat, walking back toward the door and hanging it on one of the hooks where she came in. He nodded toward their hallway, indicating with a smile for her to follow.

"Yeah, c'mon; they're in our room." He started down toward the bedroom as she kicked off her shoes, subsequently rushing after him. "Liza's still not doing so good, but she's definitely better off than Pip. Poor kid isn't himself right now."

"Aw, yeah?" Y/N frowned, her brow furrowed as he looked over his shoulder at her. "Shit, that sucks; I'm sorry. What are they down with?"

"I'm actually not sure, but we think it's the flu." Alex scratched the back of his neck, face wound up into what was almost a grimace as we reached his bedroom. "C'mon in." He pushed the door open, and Y/N walked tentatively into the empty doorway as he entered the room, wearing a wary smile as Eliza glanced over at her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Hey, Eliza," Y/N said softly. "How're you doing?"

She smiled, though fatigue was written from her weary brow to the heavy bags under her eyes. "Hey, honey." Her voice was almost softer than Y/N's. "Please, come in, I'm doing just fine."

She sat next to where Philip lay on the foot of the bed, watching Inside Out on what you recognized as Eliza's tablet as he scrunched his nose up, perpetually looking as though he was about to sneeze. "Hey, Pip," she added with an amused smile, and he rolled over, looking bored before his eyes lit up as he saw Y/N.

"Aunt Y/N!" He pushed himself off the bed with a toothy (and toothless) grin, coming over to give her a hug. She swept him gladly up onto her arms, shifting him onto her hip as he latched onto her shoulders.

"How's it goin', kiddo?"

He pursed his lips, shook his head dramatically. "Really bad. Me and Mama have the fluke."

She raised her eyebrows at this, turning with him to Eliza and suppressing a laugh. "Oh yeah? Is that right, Mama? You have the fluke?"

Eliza's small smile waa threatening to become a grin as Philip nodded earnestly. She couldn't help but be endeared at the pair. "Something like that," she agreed, and Philip turned again to Y/N looking very self-contented.

"See? We got fevers and coughs and everything," he pouted, and she matched his expression, looking sympathetic as she pulled him closer. He wrapped his little arms around her neck while her expression softened toward Eliza.

"I'm sorry you guys are feeling so bad." The words were directed both at Eliza and Philip, but their four-year-old's mind seemed long gone at that point, attention drawn back to the cartoon playing on the tablet over Y/N's shoulder.

It was then that Alex came over to Eliza, joining her on the side of the bed with an affectionate smile. "I know. It's the worst." He leaned in to wrap an arm around Eliza's shoulder, pulled her close as he softly kissed her forehead. "I'm really gonna miss you at the gala tonight, Lize." He gave a soft chuckle as their foreheads rested together, and her gaze softened. "It'll be the loneliest in a while. Who's gonna make fun of Jefferson's new, ridiculous, gaudy suit with me?"

She hummed her agreement as she cuddled into his side, sniffing and stifling a yawn. "I'll miss you too." She let out a soft sigh as he wrapped an arm around her, and Y/N couldn't help but smile at the domesticity of the scene, bouncing Philip on her hip. For a moment there was only tender quiet, and none of them seemed to come to until Eliza quietly mumbled, "You should bring Y/N instead."

He raised an eyebrow, redirecting his gaze from Eliza's tired form to our rather surprised heroine. "That's actually not a bad idea. You wanna come?"

Her eyes widened as she realized that yes, the invitation was unmistakably directed at her. "To what, exactly?"

A soft chuckle escaped him at how suspicious she looked, brow furrowed tentatively, and he carded a hand through his hair. "Right, I forgot we hadn't told you about that."

"Washington's having a gala," Eliza piped up, sleep thick in her voice, "It's to celebrate the start of his last year before the next election."

"And why invite me?"

Alex sighed. "I love George, but God is it impossible to throw a good party when you're the president." He pursed his lips, rolling his eyes at the memory. "It's always just dry diplomats and politicians. I wouldn't last the night alone."

Y/N hesitated, lips pressed into a thin line as she considered him; Eliza was quickly falling asleep on his shoulder, and he just stared up at Y/N expectantly, his expression holding no trace of a joke. "Tonight?"

"Tonight," he confirmed, nodding. "It's black tie, but if you don't have anything to wear, you can just wear the dress Eliza was planning on."

"I have a dress," she said quickly, many details of the night still giving her pause. She shifted Philip on her hip. "Would I even be welcome? Like, bringing your wife to a government event is one thing, but--"

"You'd be more than welcome," he assured her with a laugh, his easy smile doing just a bit to ease her nerves, "Don't worry about it. They'll all love you, it'll be a fine time, you'll be fine." Her worries were apparently written across her face, if how he was responding was anything to go by, and he waited a beat before asking, "Are you in?"

She took a deep breath. "What time should I be ready?"

"I can be by to pick you up at seven."

"More like your driver will be by to pick me up," Y/N snickered.

"Listen I have to have a security detail, I'm a cabinet official, and I--"

"How many people have tried to assassinate the Secretary of the Treasury, literally ever?"

"It's an important job--"

"I'll be ready at seven." She raised her eyebrows, amused and waiting for him to challenge her. He rolled his eyes.

"See you then.”

____________________

“WHAT COLOR IS your dress?" Alex demanded over the phone, voice coming out in a rush of static as Y/N had him on speaker, still putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

Getting ready on the fly had proved to be more of a challenge than she expected, having rushed home from Alex and Eliza's, had to quickly deal with the newest scoop on Angelica's love life -- He's wealthy and sweet but is he right for me??? -- and still made time to shower and do her hair and makeup. (The sound of her hair sizzling under a flat iron before it was entirely dry had made her cringe; it was an occupational hazard she wasn't entirely willing to deal with, ultimately deciding to let it air dry.)

She pursed her lips as she looked in the mirror.

"Green," she answered simply. "Why?"

"I'm trying to find a tie that matches," he said, exasperation just distinguishable from her side of the line. "What green? Kelley green? Emerald?"

She shrugged before remembering he couldn't see her and considered it for a moment. "More like a forest green."

A small noise of frustration came through in a crackled huff, and she could hear his hangers squeaking against the rod in his closet. "Alright. That'll work."

She laughed lightly at his reply as she slid on her favorite pair of gold earrings. "It better work, 'cause that's what you're working with. Will you still be here at seven?"

"You bet."

________

HE PULLED UP in front of her apartment complex at seven o'six, a number she would continue to dote on for the rest of the night, in a rather official, tinted-window, black government van.

It was seven o'seven when she saw the text letting her know he was outside, and it wasn't until seven thirteen that she finished hobbling down the stairs in her favorite pair of heels, having clung to the railing going a mile per hour the entire way down. (The elevator was broken, what would you expect her to do, walk barefoot? In the disgusting stairwell? She would have winced at the idea.)

She smoothed out the front of her floor-length dress as she took a deep breath, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as she walked out the door of her building's lobby. Was her neckline too low? Should she have covered up more? Did she look too slutty to be at a state dinner? The Italian diplomats surely didn't show this much skin.

She tugged at the straps on her shoulders as she approached the car Alex was in, silently willing it to hide her from any judgment or insecurity about being at such an event. (It was quite an ask of just a fancy dress, though she supposed some of the responsibility also went to the gold necklace that fell just above her hemline and the heels that made her legs look as shapely as ever.)

Alex rolled down the window with a grin, not even bothering to get out of the car to greet her. "Hey. You look nice."

She'd known him for years and was more than used to his antics by then, but still, she rolled her eyes. "What a gentleman." As she let herself into the backseat of the car, sliding into the leather seat beside Alex as the door fell shut with a click, she gave him a second glance. "You don't look so bad either. Would never have guessed you spent your morning in a petri dish of disease."

He only chuckled. "Are you making fun of me for taking care of my family?" Her smile widened.

"Only a little."

The pair bickered good-naturedly for most of the ride there, the teasing gaining fervor when Y/N learned he had only started getting ready ten minutes before coming to pick her up. Realistically, that much had been clear since he called her about his tie five minutes before he left, but that didn't dissuade her from taking advantage of the information.

Her nerves had thus far tamed themselves, but when they pulled up to the steps of the White House and were ushered through with smiles and recognition, she could feel her heart begin to jump into her throat. What had she been thinking, accepting his invitation? She didn't belong here; her job was to critique the government, not working in it.

"Cool it, Y/N." Alex gave her a look between worried and skeptical, brows furrowed and eyes wide. She wondered briefly if her emotions were painted that blatantly across her face. "There's no issue with you being here; you're my guest."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm fine. It's no biggie, just a dinner, right?"

Now his expression was skeptical. "Yeah? You're fine?"

"Mmhmm."

"Every muscle in your body is tensed right now."

"It's the strain of walking in these heels. You wouldn't understand." She earned herself a dramatic scoff at that one, and couldn't conceal her resulting grin as he lead her through the different rooms of the building to where the dinner was apparently being held.

"Right," he said, tone dry. He glanced over at her as he walked, the stress hadn't faded from her expression, and his gaze softened, if only momentarily. "Hey, you know this is gonna be fine, right?"

The unimpressed look she gave was all the answer he needed, reaching out to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I promise. Everyone brings the most random plus-ones to these, for whatever reason. Last year someone brought their son's kindergarten teacher, so now no one gives any unexpected guests a second glance."

"Alright," she sighed, leaning on the railing in her impractical footwear as they began up a flight of stairs. "I just... I'm worried that my being with the press will make it a different story."

He chuckled. "So long as you stop short of whipping out a notebook and full-on interviewing Jefferson in the middle of the ballroom, don't sweat it."

"You just want me to give up an exclusive? Just like that?" The look she shot him was playfully offended, and his grin grew. "I don't feel like you support my career, Alexander."

He rolled his eyes, an amused smile still playing at his lips. "Unfortunately, I'll put your success just below my still having a job in the government."

"You're no fun."

The state dining room was more the size of a ballroom, as Y/N realized when she entered on Alex's arm. Secretaries and politicians, diplomats and economists swarmed the room, all discussing matters she could hardly begin to skim the surface of; everyone there was certainly more important than she -- at least, that was all she could hear running through her mind as she saw the fancy dresses and sharp suits of the other attendees. She suddenly felt very small.

She took a shaky breath, hoping Alex wouldn't notice her swelling nerves. "Alright, where to?"

"There are a few people I've been wanting you to meet." The sentence was presented innocently enough, but there also lay a glint in his eye that Y/N couldn't quite place the intention behind.

"Oh yeah?" Alex ignored the skepticism in her tone, as well as the question altogether as his eyes scanned the fluid crowd before him. Y/N huffed. "Like who, exactly?"

He glanced back at her with a grin as he started toward the wall to their right, beckoning for her to follow. "Just old friends. I have a feeling you'll like them."

She raised an eyebrow but followed him nonetheless, far from sure about what to expect from this. She had to dodge to avoid running head-on into people who looked like they could sue her for all she was worth as he zigzagged through the crowd, and trying to keep up with Alex was quickly giving Y/N a headache. He glanced back just as she slipped by the Secretary of Education, casting her a wary glance as she hurried to join her friend.

"Christ, Alex." She paused after reaching him to adjust her heels, leaning on him for support as she scowled at the red lines that dug into her skin. "Slow down, will you? Where are we going, anyway?"

"Have you met John?" He continued trying to pull her along, even as she hopped and hobbled, trying to put her shoe back onto her foot. She shrugged.

"Laurens?"

"That's the one." His words came distracted over his shoulder as his gaze continued to dart around the quadrant of the room he'd finally reached. His eyes fixed on the man in question, he smiled. "Have I introduced you?"

"Yeah, once or twice," she said, finally finding exactly who it was they were looking for. "Only in passing, though. Don't think I've ever actually had a conversation with the guy."

He ushered her over in a hurry, and she stumbled behind him, preoccupied with ensuring the neckline of her dress didn't dip too far down in her haste.

"John!" Alex called to him once they were just within earshot. The man in question turned with a raised brow, before breaking into a grin upon seeing his friend. They finally reached where he was standing, and Alex immediately released Y/N in favor of pulling John into a bear hug.

"It's been a minute," he said as he pulled away, his smile soft. "How've you been? How's Martha?"

"She's great. We're great, really." John's tone was earnest as he looked back down at Alexander. "What about Eliza? Philip?"

"They're well. You'd be surprised how much Philip is growing up to look like you," he chuckled. "If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were the father."

"If you didn't know better," John repeated, amused smile tugging at his lips. A pregnant pause followed his words before he cleared his throat, taking a brief glance at Y/N standing stiffly beside them, and took a small step back to address her. "It's Y/N, right? We've definitely met before."

He shook her hand spiritedly, giving her a lopsided grin that couldn't help but elicit one of her own. "Yeah, for sure. It's good to see you."

"You as well." The warmth in his voice and his gaze seemed to be genuine as he glanced between Y/N and Alex. "Remind me how you two know each other?"

"She's Angie's college friend, and now her roommate." He bumped elbows with Y/N, and she raised an amused eyebrow. "We've been pretty good friends for years now."

"Well, I'm glad you could make it, Y/N. I was disappointed to hear Eliza was feeling too bad, but you're an alright substitute when push comes to shove." He shot her a playful wink with his words, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"The stand-in could never be as good as the original, I'm afraid." She grinned. "Anyway, if I were Eliza, I'd also have to be attracted to this one." Y/N shot Alex a disdainful glance, and while he rolled his eyes, John's smile only grew.

"Alright, you two, I need a drink before I can deal with any more of this tonight." He sounded exasperated, but his smiling eyes told a different story. He turned to Y/N. "Can you find us somewhere to sit?"

She briefly turned back to his friend. "Any open seats at your table, John?"

"An abundance."

"Then I've got it covered, Lex." She grinned, and he just rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He shook his head, playing up the dramatics of it all as a small smile still tugged at his lips. "You want anything while I'm gone?"

"Whatever you're having is good." She shrugged. "Open bar?"

He gave her a mischievous smile as he began his route toward the side of the room. "Nah, you're treating."

"What do you mean, I'm treating?" she called after him, indignant, but he'd already moved on, well within earshot but no longer listening. She scowled, turning to John. "How have you put up with him for even longer than I have?"

"Plenty of liquor," he answered, amusement dancing through his expression. "Got any healthier secrets for me, though?"

She scoffed. "If I knew, I'd tell you." Her gaze flickered around the room, concurring with her lighthearted answer as she tried to find the open table John had mentioned. "Where are we sitting?"

"Follow me." His grin was wide as he beckoned her toward the round table he'd sat down at earlier. A few of the seats were populated, but the table wasn't nearly half full yet.

"So, how do you know President Washington?" Y/N asked. She knew this dinner was for close associates and important relations of his (and, well, their wives' sisters' roommates, in her case), and had never been sure from their few encounters quite what John did.

"I was a soldier under him in the war," he answered, scratching the back of his neck. She didn't have to ask what war he was referring to. The conflict with Britain that had stretched to France and other allied world powers had shaken the international community to its core, the American people in particular. It was the worst national confrontation since the Cold War, Vietnam, Korea, or Afghanistan be damned.

She had only just been old enough to follow the war when it broke out, reading the news on her doorstep before her parents could stop her, smuggling it to her eighth-grade classroom to be informed in peace (or really, in war). The memory of its gruesomeness still looming, Y/N nodded, brows knit.

The silence from her seemed to make him uneasy, and the grin once again returned to his face. "Don't worry about it, though. I didn't see too much of the combat. For most of the years, I was only a camp aide."

"'Camp aide'," a voice to their left scoffed. Both their heads turned, and John's eyebrows immediately shot up. "More like "war hero," do not let 'im lie to you."

"What ever happened to humility, Laf?" John shot back, and Y/N's eyes widened, caught between the obvious familiarity of the two men.

"I 'ave never been humble, and look where it 'as gotten me." The man speaking seemed as animated as John, with skin a deep brown and curls that bounced as he laughed, tied back into an untidy bun.

"What, across the ocean from the country you're supposed royalty in?"

"Royalty," he snorted. "Please. Try, disgraced and banished."

John only smiled. pulling him into a hug as he stood up from the table to greet him. "Right, and that's how you got the job as ambassador to the states?"

The other man flashed him a white-toothed grin as they broke apart. "Something like that." As John pulled away, allowing him to return to his seat, he raised an eyebrow at Y/N, glancing back to John expectantly. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your belle amie?"

Y/N didn't speak a whole lot of Portuguese, but she was fairly sure the first word he'd used meant pretty -- or was it French? Maybe Italian?

John gave him a look she couldn't read before saying, "She's Hamilton's friend Y/N. His sister-in-law's roommate."

He smiled behind the rim of the glass he'd returned to, turning to Y/N. "Très heureux, Y/N. Je m'apelle Gilbert, friends call me Lafayette." He paused, drinking in her mildly amused expression, and set down his glass, saying, "Take your pick."

"It's a pleasure, Lafayette." She shook his hand as her eyes scanned the table at which he sat; John had taken a seat next to Lafayette while he and she were getting acquainted, and the far half of the chairs seemed largely abandoned. John beckoned her over to the empty seat by him as she withdrew from his friend.

She pulled out the seat next to him (making a mental note to keep a chair open for Alex, whenever he returned), and turned back to Lafayette, smoothing out her dress beneath her. "So what is it you do?"

The question was clearly addressed to him; he'd caught her eye almost the moment she sat down. "I am ze French ambassador to ze United States. I work out of ze Quai d'Orsay?"

Based on how he was looking at her, she supposed what he said was supposed to mean something to her. Unfortunately, his words hadn't fallen on deaf ears, but on stupid ones. His smile was almost sympathetic. "Ze French state department."

"Ah!" Finally, in English. "That sounds incredible. What do you do as an ambassador?"

"Mostly attend parties and meet beautiful women." His quick response caught her off guard, and while he remained the picture of nonchalance, she felt heat rushing to the back of her neck. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Sounds... like a good job." She couldn't help but swallow harshly. The implication behind his words made her heartbeat pick up, but despite it, her timid smile grew.

"It certainly is." His gaze had zeroed in on her by then, yet she couldn't decide whether it was a good thing as his eyes narrowed, as though scrutinizing her expression in its entirety alongside his playful grin. In the left of her peripheral vision, John raised an eyebrow. "In fact--"

"Would you mind if we joined you?" It was much to his chagrin that Lafayette was cut off before he could take it further; however, it was much to Y/N's relief. Her heart had already jumped nearly to her throat. She turned to face the voice to the right of her.

"Was there nowhere else to sit?" John addressed Mr. Madison and his wife before Y/N could, a cold undertone in his words. His response raised a few eyebrows, though it was annoyance from James where surprise from Y/N. His wife eyed John with alarm.

"We'd hoped to be seated among friends--" His eye contact with Lafayette at that was pointed, and his expression spelled out unspoken apology. "But if we're not wanted--"

"Please, stay." Y/N sent John a questioning look as she cut James off. Her expression turned immediately kind as she met his eyes, seeing how startled his wife appeared. "I could use a few more people who don't resent me just for who I'm here with."

"Thank you, Y/N." Though he did address her, his words seemed more so directed toward John. He paused as he reached for the chair next to her. "I assume this is where your company is seated?"

"Yeah, Alex is just off getting drinks." Surprise painted his features as he pulled out a seat for his wife, exchanging a gentle glance before giving Y/N a questioning look.

"You're here with Secretary Hamilton?"

"Yeah, he's an old friend." She couldn't quite read his expression but knew at least that she felt out of place with how he was looking at her. She shifted in her seat. "Will that... be a problem?"

The hesitation in her words didn't go unnoticed, and he responded with a warm smile, calming her momentary qualms. "No, of course not. Hamilton is a friend of mine, as well. I was just wondering how you knew him."

"Through his sister-in-law, actually." The words left her with a chuckle, feeling awkward to have to explain her chance connection. "She's been my roommate for a long time, and I've gotten to know Alex and Eliza through her."

Upon noticing his head still cocked to one side, she added, "His wife is sick, so he invited me as a plus-one just for the hell of it."

James laughed at that, taking a sip of his wine. "I'm glad he brought you, of all people."

"So am I, to be honest."

He was shaking his head as he set down his glass, smoothing out invisible creases in his jacket as he glanced back to his right. "Hey, Dolley, I don't suppose you've met Y/N?"

"Not in this lifetime, anyway." Her eyes were soft as she leaned across the table to shake Y/N's hand. "I'm Dolley, James's wife. I'd hug you properly if we were standing, but just know that it's implied."

A laugh tumbled from Y/N's lips, her grin lingering as she ultimately withdrew her hand. "Hug noted and accepted. It's great to meet you, Dolley."

"Y/N is a writer for the Washington Post. She's covering Thomas's campaign trail." Dolley's eyes widened at his words.

"Y/N L/N?" She nodded, and Dolley's features relaxed as recognition set in. "Ah, I thought I recognized you from somewhere. I've read a lot of your stuff pre-campaign; you're a great writer."

Y/N beamed back at her. She'd decided almost immediately that she liked Dolly, but that certainly confirmed it. "Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you."

"I do feel sorry for you, though." She shook her head with a huff as she took a long sip of her wine. Y/N's brow knit with concern. "Stuck reporting about Thomas for the next, what, year? Let me know if you need me to cover your therapy costs afterward, dear."

"Careful what you promise, I may just take you up on it," Y/N retorted, and Dolly laughed.

"You were right, James, she is funny." Her husband turned to look at her wide smile with a soft one of his own, subtle adoration resting in his eyes as she hung onto his arm. They were an unlikely pair, Y/N thought as she watched them, their personalities worlds apart, but they seemed to work so well. She couldn't help but wonder how they'd ended up together.

She didn't ruminate long, though, as James lifted an arm to wave across the room, motioning with a smile for someone she couldn't see to join them.

She turned back to Lafayette and John where they'd been discussing the country's terms of alliance with France. She couldn't have cared less about it, quite frankly, but the Madisons' attention was clearly elsewhere, and she wasn't inclined to isolate herself and stare at the table.

Her facade of interest didn't last; the person in question finally reached their table and it would have been impossible for Y/N not to recognize him. Her head whirled around, pulse quickening even as she heard him greeting James. Just her luck. He dipped down to kiss Dolley on the cheek, acting sickeningly familiar with the couple, after pulling James into a hug. His interactions with them were uncharacteristically genuine, in her opinion, and he pulled out the chair next to Dolley to join them at their table, still chatting animatedly with the pair.

It wasn't until Jefferson caught Y/N's eye that she realized she'd been staring, and caught staring, too. His movements slowed momentarily, surprised gaze meeting her alarmed one almost directly across the table, and he raised an eyebrow, expression easing into one of amusement, as if to say, look what we have here.

She blinked, eyes wide.

"Thomas!" Dolley's excited exclamation took them both by surprise, and they quickly broke the gaze they'd held just a moment too long. Heat threatened to fill Y/N's cheeks despite her fighting it down; she fixed her eyes to the red tablecloth before her. Of all people who could've shown up to her table, it had to be him. "Have you met Y/N?"

Her heart nearly jumped into her throat as Dolley broke her train of thought, having been expecting (or really, hoping) not to be dragged into the conversation. Her gaze snapped upwards.

Dolley seemed oblivious to her reaction, though, reaching across the table to squeeze Y/N's forearm with a wide smile. She could only manage a weak one in return. There was a skip as Jefferson met her eyes, his brow raised, and she was painfully aware of every little movement she made.

Finally, Y/N answered for him, turning to Dolley, "Yeah, we've run into each other once or twice." She winced inwardly at how breathless she sounded.

"Twice." She was surprised to hear Thomas chime back in, hoping to just let the subject drop, and he was just on the wrong side of self-contented as her wide eyes found his.

"Oh, really?" Y/N could see Dolley glancing between them out of the corner of her eye, and she swallowed, throat tight. "When did you meet?"

"Just a few campaign events, nothin' too exciting." Though his words were directed at Dolley, his gaze was still fixed on Y/N, and while she swallowed thickly, James laughed.

"'Nothing too exciting.' Care to tell us the story of how you almost ran her over, Thomas?"

"You what?" Dolley's reaction was immediate and incredibly expressive. Her eyes widened as she looked at the man in question. "Now you're on the hook, Jefferson. What's the story?"

His smile mellowed out as Y/N was either too afraid or too stubborn to be the one to break his gaze -- or somewhere between the two -- despite that her heart was pounding all the way down to her toes with how he looked at her. "Just a bit of a logistical mix-up." He grinned as he turned to Dolley, breaking the prolonged eye contact. "I happened to be tryin' to drive in the same place that she was tryin' to walk."

"And he almost hit you, Y/N? Where was this?" Dolley seemed to be enjoying the revelation, laughing, and Y/N had to conclude she was planning on giving Thomas hell for this. She sighed.

"Oh, just off in one of the alleyways between buildings downtown where cars aren't supposed to go." She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. She'd begun to enjoy this now that it had been turned on him. "Y'know, over where he regularly violates traffic laws."

"Oh really?" James raised an acute eyebrow at Jefferson. "I seem to have missed this part of the story, funnily enough."

"What, was that part conveniently left out when you heard the story, James?" Y/N wore a look of falsified innocence as she looked over at him, and he sighed.

"It seems to have been." He moved his annoyed gaze from Jefferson to Y/N, glare easing as he looked over at her. "You really should've pressed charges, y'know."

She grinned, hardly stifling a laugh at his words, and raised her glass in agreement. "Don't tempt me; I still might."

He laughed, taking a sip of his own wine as he considered her, eyes shining.

Dolley chose that moment to pipe back in, smile inquisitive as she laid a hand on James's forearm. "So, how did your close call with manslaughter turn into you two meeting? Did you not just, I dunno, keep driving?"

Jefferson grinned at that, turning his full attention back to Y/N. "You wanna answer that one, Y/N?"

"Hard pass." Her teeth were gritted as she met his eyes, and he chuckled.

"That was when she blackmailed me into givin' her an interview for her article," he explained, tone matter-of-fact, but mischief danced in his smile. She pursed her lips.

"I mean, otherwise the article would've been about how the Secretary of State has no respect for the law." She had to keep her expression in check with how amused he looked. Anger at this point would do her no good. "Almost hitting an innocent pedestrian wouldn't do much for your campaign; you should consider yourself lucky."

"Oh, I do." Jefferson no longer seemed to be talking about the article, though, his smile bordering on predatory as his eyes bore into hers. Her glare set in with how he was looking at her. He continued, expression easing into nonchalant amusement, "You're doing wonders for my Twitter following."

"I'm glad to hear you're popular online." She plastered on a sarcastic smile, and frustration radiated off of her in waves. The tension between the two was palpable. "But don't expect to gain anything more from me, Secretary Jefferson. The Washington Post sends you all their best."

A beat passed as he held her gaze, his smile becoming smug as his eyes narrowed. "Now, what happened to 'Thomas'?"

Her jaw ticked, despite the thrill that ran down her spine with the edge to his words, as his stare seemed to be burning into her own. How much humor he seemed to find in the situation had her fuming; she had to attribute it to anger when her breath caught at the words.

She held her tongue for a moment, only stared at him, brows raised in livid disbelief, and just when she didn't think she could stop herself from lunging across the table to yank Jefferson by his obviously expensive necktie--

Alex cleared his throat behind Y/N, making her almost jump in her seat. Her heart beat a tattoo against her chest, and Alex looked suspicious as he took the seat to her right.

Now it was him holding Jefferson's gaze, the tension between the two men even stronger yet, with their scowls perfectly mirrored and with both their jaws clenched.

"Picked you up a gin, dry." He didn't turn to face Y/N, despite that it was her he was addressing. He appeared too busy staring daggers into Jefferson's expectant expression, all but ready to risk his job if it meant taking a good, hard swing at him.

"Thank you, Alex." It irked her that Jefferson looked so smug, especially so needlessly, but it clearly annoyed Alex more than only a bit more, and she knew she needed to diffuse whatever sexually charged staring contest was taking place before her. She took the glass from Alex, resting a hand on his forearm until he turned to look at her. "How much do I owe you?"

Though she didn't see it, Jefferson raised his eyebrows at him across the table, disdain looming in his surprise. Alex sent him a glare, saying, "Don't worry, I'll cover it."

"You sure?" Her brows shot toward her hairline; he still seemed preoccupied, but any generosity from him was new to her. "Thought you said I was paying for drinks tonight."

Alex certainly didn't care for the judgment in Jefferson's eyes. He met it with a scowl, sending a shameless glare across the table before he pulled off a smile, turning back toward her. "Seriously, no worries. You're my guest."

There was suspicion deep-set in the words she had to force down, glancing between him and Jefferson; instead, she opted for saying, "Thank you."

There was a tense pause as she brought the glass to her lips, desperately wanting not to be the one who broke it.

"So, Thomas, how's your campaign going?" Dolley's endearing voice again chimed in, and Y/N was torn between being grateful for her breaking up the unspoken standoff between him and Alex, and groaning inwardly as Jefferson began to speak again. And it didn't seem like he planned to stop for a while.

Sighing, she threw back a heavy sip of her gin. It could be a long night.

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"I CANNOT BELIEVE I agreed to come here," Y/N huffed, her teeth gritted and glare dark. She'd dragged Alex away from the table for her third glass of wine (she'd switched from gin after two glasses, having decided early in the night that even Jefferson wasn't worth the hangover). She groaned as she slumped against the bar. He didn't have to ask what was bothering her.

"You're being dramatic." He lifted himself onto one of the barstools next to her, rolling his eyes, and she scowled as she met his exasperated gaze. "I work with him. I've had to deal with this almost every day for years."

She furrowed her brow. "Good point. How are you not dead on your feet?"

He grinned. "That's assuming I'm not. Haven't you been paying attention?"

She swung around on the stool as she snorted, took a long sip of her drink before leaving it on the counter, and hopped to her feet. "Good point. Wanna buy me another before we head back?"

"Buy it yourself, L/N."

"I thought you said you were paying tonight." Y/N plastered on a pout in an effort to stifle the smile that threatened to break through. "'Least, that's what you said when everybody else was around."

"I paid for your ticket."

"I didn't have a ticket!"

"Beside the point."

She scowled, rolled her eyes as she turned back to the bar. "Excuse me?" She shot Alex a final glare as the bartender turned to face her. "May I have a glass of your most expensive red, please? Whatever will do." She flashed him her widest smile, but he just sighed. Apparently working state dinners takes quite a bit out of you.

Alex quirked a brow at her while the bartender went to grab her a drink, and she only shrugged.

"Cash or credit, ma'am?" She turned back to him with the same sweet smile.

"Just put it on my tab, please. It's under the name Thomas Jefferson?"

"Will do." He turned away once again, and Alex let out a surprised huff of laughter.

"And I thought you were about to charge it to me." His expression was amused, though impressed as she faced him, looking rather self-contented.

"Why would I ever do something like that Alex?" She couldn't stifle her grin as she took a sip of her drink. "You did pay for my ticket, after all."

He chuckled. "Of course."

She leaned back on the bar, hesitant to return to their table as she savored the taste of her overly-expensive drink. The atmosphere in the room was warm; she didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as she had when she entered, yet it exhausted her more than anything. She sighed, brushing a loose hair away from her face.

"Two whiskey sours." Her train of thought was broken abruptly, though, as an unmistakable voice came from her right, and her eyes widened, turning toward the source.

She turned back to Alex with urgency written across her expression. "Alex," she hissed. "That's John Adams."

He raised an eyebrow. "It sure is."

"Do you know him? Can you introduce me?" She couldn't understand how his enthusiasm wasn't matching her own, him only folding his arms disinterestedly.

"Yeah, he's a good friend." He pushed himself off the bar, before pausing. "Why?"

She rolled her eyes, suppressed an exhausted groan. "Alex. I'm a reporter. On politics. In Washington. Knowing the vice president could be a game-changer for my career. Do you have his number?"

"Get it yourself." Her steely glare broke through his annoyed expression, and he huffed. "Yes. Fine, I'll introduce you."

Just as he turned, though--

"Hamilton!" John Adams's jovial voice called a few feet down the bar at him, beckoning him over, and YN's eyes lit up. She had to stop herself from sprinting the, maybe, two yards to her right as Alex escorted her over, though her expression still read as starstruck. "How's it going?"

"It's been worse." Alex's grin grew to match Adams's, and he grabbed his hand, pulling him in for an amiable hug. "What about you? How's the last year of vice presidency going so far?"

"Couldn't ask for better, with Jefferson officially leaving our cabinet." The two men shared a knowing look, satisfaction obvious as Alex withdrew, holding Y/N's shoulder.

"I can say for sure that it won't be the same without him."

Adams snorted, just as his wife emerged from behind him, having grabbed their drinks from the bartender. He accepted his whiskey with a quick 'thank you' and a kiss on the cheek, before turning back to Alexander and Y/N. "Hey, have you met my wife, Abigail?"

"Don't believe so." He leaned in to shake her hand with a warm smile. "Alexander Hamilton. I'm the one who keeps the country from going broke."

"Abigail Adams. I'm the one who keeps the family from going broke." She gave a wry smile as she pulled away, and John scoffed.

"Right. Mr. Vice President over here isn't much of a breadwinner."

"Mm, but he is quite a breadspender." Abigail grinned, looking pleased with herself as she looped her arm back through John's, but he just rolled his eyes.

"And you've met my wife Eliza before, but this is our friend Y/N." Y/N reached out to shake both their hands, trying to contain the awed look in her eyes. "Eliza's at home sick with our son, but I didn't want to spend all evening lonely with our other lovely administration members."

"Tell me about it," John laughed. "It's great to meet you, Y/N."

"You as well, Vice President Adams. I'm... a bit of a fan, to be quite candid. You've done some incredible things throughout your career."

He let out a soft 'aww', as he pulled back from shaking her hands, waving her praise away absently. "Oh, please, it's John. A friend of Alex's is a friend of mine. And I can assure you, I'm a lot more impressive on paper."

"Take him at his word on that," Abigail added, leaning in with urgency, her tone falsely serious. "He means, like, a lot more impressive on paper. Like, miles from reality."

"They get it, love."

"Just trying to assist your point." The couple shared a pleased look, both their eyes shining, and Y/N had to grin.

"It's incredible to meet you, too, Mrs. Adams. I'm sure you're just as impressive in reality as you are on paper."

"She is," John piped in, and Abigail laughed.

"You both flatter me." She rolled her eyes, despite the grin playing at her lips. "And the pleasure really is all mine, Y/N. How do you two know each other?" She glanced between her and Alex.

"We actually go a ways back." She looked over at Alex, brow furrowed as she recalled. "I've been his sister-in-law's co-worker for number of years, and since we've been roommates, I've gotten to know Alex and Eliza pretty well."

"Where do you work, Y/N?"

"I'm a writer for the Washington Post, actually." She bit her lip, not sure of how much to say, nor of whether she could play this into gaining a contact. "I report on politics, and was actually just promoted to my current position covering federal affairs."

"The Washington Post?" Abigail asked, "You wouldn't happen to be the same Y/N who follows the Jefferson campaign, would you?"

She sighed, hung her head with a tired smile. "Don't remind me."

Her words elicited a collective laugh, before John piped in, "I've read your articles, actually. You're a great writer; it's scathing stuff."

"Hey, I might be biased, but my writing is just the facts." She held up her hands in defense. "But thank you, so much. I can't say how much it means to hear you say that."

"Can't help if it's true." He shrugged with a grin before pausing. "Say, are you on his campaign all the way up until the election?"

"That I am. Gotta love long-term assignments."

"'Course you do." He grinned. "Can I... give you my card, have you reach out to me if you ever need a contact on anything? Just, y'know, as a concerned citizen who'd rather not see Jefferson in office."

Her brows shot toward her hairline as he reached into his coat pocket, glancing over at Alex in her shellshocked state. "I... Yes, of course! That'd be incredible."

"Good." John handed her his card with a wink. "Please don't hesitate to reach out. Our democracy depends on it."

She laughed. "Don't I know it."

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SHE SPENT THE rest of her evening back at the table trying to make getting wine-drunk off of fancy aged merlot seem as classy as possible, hoping it wasn't obvious when she snuck over to the bar for another (fourth) glass of gin instead. It was unclear whether the stuffy, formal atmosphere was getting to her head or if it was just the liquor, but her strained smile was beginning to melt into fatigue. She needed a rest.

Her patience was running thin as she forced a laugh at something someone had said. She wasn't sure who anymore, let alone what they said, but everyone else was laughing. Her regard for appearing out of place was waning as well.

Her tired hand fell to Alex's forearm on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze to get his attention.

"Hey, it alright with you if I go get some air?" She leaned in as she asked, a sense of urgency in her voice, and he raised a brow.

"Are you alright?"

She strained her smile further, though it seemed only to worry him more. "Just a bit of a headache. Mind if I step out?"

"Go for it." He gave her a worried smile as she stood from her seat, her napkin folded delicately on the table before her, the chair pushed gently out behind.

Her breathing relaxed as she turned away from the table. Her gaze darted all around and through the room; finding the nearest exit had become her first and only priority. The click of her heels against the ballroom floor melted into the clamor of the air. Deep breath in.

She hadn't looked back at their table as she walked, trying with everything in her to retain a calm, collected composure, and it took the full strength of her will to keep her steps straight and under control as she spotted a hallway branching out from the room. Deep breath out.

She slipped out of the room between the mass of gorgeously-dressed bodies, sighing as she reached her first gasp of air that wasn't polluted with pseudo-intellectualism. She lived for politics, but all in all, politicians weren't her cup of tea.

She continued down the hall while looking for somewhere out of sight to rest. For the most part, it was just alternate hallways branching out, a labyrinth designed if only to put an ache in her feet, before she stumbled upon a series of offices. Her eyes lit up.

The first door she tried was locked, but the next was open, and she didn't bother to look for the light switch as she stepped out of her heels. She flexed her feet in her pantyhose as she walked across the cool marble, collapsing momentarily in the chair that sat across from the desk, presumably for meetings.

She simply stretched for a moment, enjoying the solitude. Her eyes wandered across the walls before they landed on a bookcase, a little off to the side but packed to the brim with gilded titles. She glanced behind her out the office window, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

The books that day on its shelves seemed to be about any topic imaginable as she browsed the stacks, from recognizable titles -- Pride and Prejudice, Leviathan, The Second Treatise on Government -- to slightly more obscure ones, not to mention several in French. Whoever the shelves belonged to seemed to have interesting taste. She'd have liked to discuss it with them, she thought to herself as she appreciated the heavy volume of philosophy. Not enough Kant for her liking, though.

The person had even tucked some poetry away. She almost reached out to grab a Sylvia Plath, before a leather-bound volume of T. S. Eliot's works caught her eye. She tugged it out of its tight fit without a second thought, the beauty of the book itself getting the best of her.

The book fell open in her hand onto a particular work of his, its corner dog-eared, the page marked up, and where it met the spine painfully worn. She absentmindedly ran a finger over the annotations, knowing the poem by heart but silently appreciating this mystery reader's take on it.

The book nearly flew out of her hands, though, as she heard the door opening behind her. She jumped back where she stood, unsure how to explain to whoever this was the reason for her being there.

The light he flicked on only powered the lamp on the desk, but it was easy enough for them to make out one another's faces. Her eyes widened.

"Y/N?"

"Thomas?!" she exclaimed, panic flooding her system, "What are you doing here?"

An amused smile settled onto his lips as he entered the room. "Oh, so it's Thomas when we're alone?"

"That was just on reflex, don't take it too personally," she scowled, snapping the book shut in her hand. "You scared me."

"So usin' 'Thomas' is reflex, then, huh?" The way he raised a brow told Y/N that he was enjoying this a bit too much, and she huffed.

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

"It's my office. Least, last time I checked." He nodded toward the back of the sign on the window, which presumably marked the space as his own. She gaped for a moment longer, before pursing her lips, silently cursing her luck.

"God, of fucking course it is." She pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a shuddering sigh. "Because who else's office could I have stumbled into when I had the entire building's worth of offices here."

"Yeah, it does seem like long odds." He shrugged, innocent expression falling across his features as he walked toward his desk. "Unless, of course, it was intentional."

He couldn't contain his grin as she fixed him with a withering glare. "You really think I'd choose to spend a second more around you than I had to?"

"You tell me." He smiled knowingly. "After all, you chose to spend more than a year followin' my campaign around. Seems pretty intentional to me."

Her huff was annoyed as she once again turned away, eyes scanning the bookshelf to try to find where she'd taken the volume from.

"What're you readin'?"

His voice came from closer this time, trying to get a look at what she'd chosen from the shelf. She eyed him skeptically, but his curiosity seemed to be genuine.

"Your collection of Eliot poems." She held up the book with her words, and his soft grin came in response.

"Good taste," he commented, leaning onto the desk beside her. She raised a brow. She wouldn't have expected him to be much for poetry, but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. She didn't notice the small smile growing on her face. "Got that one as a high school graduation present. Haven't let it out of my sight since."

"I can tell." She held up the book with an amused brow raised, looking at all the rips and tears, water damage and multiple spine repairs. "It's been worn out."

"It's important to me." His voice was quiet at that, even with his smile, and she felt as though she'd accidentally broken through to something she wasn't supposed to see. A vulnerability she wasn't meant to receive.

She held his gaze for a moment, and despite his words, he looked entirely nonchalant, and she reopened the book to the page in question, glancing briefly down at it. She bit her lip. "Why this poem?" He raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged, simply curious. "The page was bookmarked. And covered in scrawled blue ink. Seemed important."

He chuckled, glancing down at her, and his stare was knowing as she looked back at him. "It is important. May I?"

He reached for the book Y/N was still holding, and though it took her a moment, once she understood his intimation, she immediately passed it over. She had to ignore how her skin burned as her fingers brushed against his. He opened the book.

He paused a moment, running a hand over the aging marks that had been left on the page, staring fondly down at the words inscribed in what was obviously an old book. "God, I haven't looked at this old thing since I packed it away into this bookshelf. Almost can't remember when I forgot about it."

With how he stared down at the book, gaze faraway and smile gentle, Y/N couldn't help but feel like an intruder. The poetry was obviously something personal for him, and it seemed as though she was breaking an intimate moment between him and an old friend, especially with how bittersweet his smile was when he looked back up.

"The poem's about loss. Or change." He sighed, tugging at the corner of the paper absentmindedly. "Or leavin'. It's gotten me through a lotta hard times; I used to read it almost every day when I first started college. Eliot always seems to know how to say what I don't."

"Yeah," Y/N breathed, though breathless from the immediate proximity, "He has a way with words, huh?"

Thomas's grin immediately returned as she spoke, him having been broken from his melancholy reminiscence, and he looked down at her with his eyes gleaming in the low light. "You a fan, sweetheart?"

She couldn't help smiling at his words. "I have a casual appreciation."

"And that's why you chose this book out of the hundreds I got scattered around this office?"

Again, the laugh his tone coaxed from her was involuntary; she felt unusually comfortable with his playful demeanor (too comfortable, worryingly comfortable), and she shrugged. "Fine, call it a bit of a fixation." He stayed quiet, just raising an eyebrow, and she hesitated, searching his expression before she continued, "I've been writing poetry since high school, and he was a pretty big influence on me. I actually almost got a tattoo of some of his writing when I was in college."

"Yeah?" His smile was inviting, now, and she found herself feeling vulnerable this time around. "What'd you wanna get tatted?"

"I never decided," Y/N chuckled, before pursing her lips. "I was never decisive enough -- or brave enough -- to actually go through with it."

"Shoulda done it." Thomas moved to put the book back onto his shelf, brushing against her shoulder and leaving Y/N alone at the desk. She was glad he couldn't see the way she shivered at the contact. "All this isn't gonna last forever, y'know?"

"I s'pose so." She folded her arms, grinning. She found his conviction amusing, but at the same time, his words rang true. "Maybe I'll go back to get it done someday, live on the edge a little."

"You should." He turned around with that, having found somewhere to fit the book back in through his jigsaw puzzle of a shelf, and found himself nearly toe-to-toe with Y/N, where she leaned back onto his desk. Her pulse jumped, but she didn't move.

"I dunno." Her voice returned more quietly, unfolding her arms to prop herself up on the mahogany table. "I think I'm a little too afraid of the consequences. I don't wanna..." She swallowed thickly at the way he looked at her, only growing closer. Her tone was measured as she continued, feeling her pulse quicken as she finished, "do something I'll regret. I'm not a reckless person, Thomas."

"Sounds like you need to learn how to be brave sometimes," he chuckled. His easy nonchalance was only putting her more on edge, and she grew more and more certain that the distance between them was no mistake. "Stop worrying, let yourself live."

She pulled her feet in closer to the table, drawing herself to her full height, and as she could've counted his eyelashes in the little distance between them, she was no longer sure they were talking about her tattoo.

"If you only ever focus on the consequences, you're never gonna be able to live in the moment." She let out a shallow breath, entire body tense. "Relax a little." His grin was wide, the look in his eyes wolfish. She could hardly breathe.

His hand came to rest at the side of her jaw, his thumb on the slope of her chin, just below her bottom lip, and she looked up at him with undiluted anxiety in her gaze.

"Thomas." Nerves were evident in her voice, fear mingling with anticipation, but she didn't try to stop him, and he chuckled.

"Relax." The word was hardly a breath as he leaned in toward her, before pausing with his eyebrows raised, giving her plenty of opportunity to push him away, tell him how out of line he was. She bit her lip, searching his eyes for some kind of a motive, but all she saw were his dark eyes blazing into her own, felt his calloused skin cradling her jaw.

She didn't push him away.

Her eyes began to flutter shut, body slowly relaxing under his touch, and she could feel his warm breath dancing featherlight across her lips, his chest pressing against her, hips pinning her against the wooden desk. His other hand drifted down to her waist.

The next sound came from the hall.

"Thomas!"

Y/N immediately tensed, eyes wide and meeting his own panicked stare, faces still just millimeters apart. When the voice moved to a hand jiggling the brass door handle, her hands moved to his chest, frantically pushing him away to try to maximize the little distance there was between them during the little time she had. His hand had just begun to move from her cheek when Dolley burst through the door, smile wide.

Immediately, she began to look nearly as startled as they were, though she still had claim to not being in such a compromising position.

"Oh! I-- Thomas." She froze for a moment, gaping at the pair. "Y/N! I.. I'm so sorry! I, ah, didn't mean to interrupt anything... between you two, I was just--"

"Oh, no, no, no." Y/N immediately walked Dolley's apology back, sliding out of Thomas's grasp as she scrambled aside. "No, I-- You--" She sighed, taking a moment to regain her bearings. "This is not what it looks like."

It's exactly what it looks like, she thought, though, jaw clenching in spite.

"No, Dolley, really, this, ah..." Thomas trailed off, looking to Y/N for assistance she didn't know how to give. She was just as panicked as he.

"Don't worry about it," Dolley said, immediately trying to retreat back through the door. "I... This... I'll forget I saw this. It's fine."

"No, Dolley!" Y/N lunged after her, catching the door and risking a glance backward as Thomas rushed out with them. "I swear, we were just headed out. Nothing happened, it wasn't--"

"What were you lookin' for me for, Dolley?" Thomas's voice had somehow regained all of its composure, something Y/N couldn't understand with how frazzled she felt. "I just stepped out to check on somethin'."

Her gaze was still skeptical as she looked at him, and then spared a glance over at Y/N. "There was just someone asking about your campaign, and I figured you'd want to talk to them." She left it at that, her voice shaky.

Y/N let them lag behind her as they walked, though, picking up her pace frantically. She wanted to remove herself from the situation as quickly as possible, and she tried to focus on finding Alex while suppressing the words which threatened to emerge in her mind.

Thomas Jefferson had been about to kiss her.

She shuddered at the thought, taking a deep breath, trying to find some semblance of level-headedness.

Worse yet, she had been about to let him.

The thought sunk in her chest.

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When Y/N dies, she's woken up in 1776 by Alexander Hamilton himself. Will she change history?

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Run away (Philip x Reader) Ch. 5

Y/N)'s POV

We both looked over to the burgundy wood doors so fast that I'm surprised that our necks didn't break. In the doorway held the face that held pure shock, which at a time like this is was not a face you wanted to see.

Under the doorway was a short man with shoulder-length hair and went by the name Alexander Hamilton.

"What's going on?" He asked in the most gentle voice he could muster. It was a yell.

"Nothing pa, trust me." Philip was very quick to respond. His hands were shaking back and forth. "She was just messing around and I was making sure that she wouldn't ruin anything."

"She's wearing my glasses! Like father like daughter." He said under his breath in hopes that no one would hear. I heard it though. And as much as I wanted to go off on the little man with shoulder-length hair that looks as if it hadn't been showered in years, I didn't. "Anyway, *sigh* I forgot some papers."

As he strolled over to his desk with his oh so long legs, I heard a relieved sigh come from Philip. Mr.Hamilton walked to the other side of the desk and grabbed my arm. he pulled me up with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your father doesn't feed you much does he?" he said not meaning much seriousness since he knew that Jefferson was filthy rich.

"Mr. Jefferson hasn't fed me yet," I said calmly without thinking about the fact that the others thin that he is my dad.

"Mr. Jefferson?" he rose an eyebrow

"did I say that?"

"yes. quite frankly haven't met anyone who refers to their father by their first name. I find it kind of disrespectful, truthfully; no matter how much I hate him."

he grabbed the glasses off my face put it back on his desk and walked away and out the door. but not without whispering something to phillip and handing him money before hand.

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