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unkownbee · 5 months

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Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamliza #hamilton x eliza #hamliza incorrect quotes #i was gonna add more but then i realized just how many I've already added #looks like this is gonna be a two-parter #probably more than 2 parts

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average-vibe · 3 months

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RE WATCHED HAMILTON SO HERE ARE SOME UNSOLICITED OPINIONS 🫶

act 1 alexander is my dream guy

THE WAY HAMILTON LOOKS AT ELIZA OMFG ITS SO GOOOOOODODODODODO

however, act 2 hamilton can die

HES SO FUCKING ANNOYING

jefferson is so funny

aaron burr is genuinely such a good character (terrible person tho)

holy shit phillip is so clueless 😭

i skipped Stay Alive (Reprise) bc ik i can’t handle phillipa soo’s screams

Anthony ramos is actually fine as hell

Helpless is SUCH A GOOD SONGGGG

like it’s genuinely on my top 10 love songs

i wish the og schuyler defeated stayed in

along w Let It Go

AND FIRST BURN

i hate alexander in act 2

why didn’t eliza kill that mf

THE WAY LAURENS LOOKS AT ALEX >>>>

One Last Time is so underrated

christopher jackson slays

the ending of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story always makes me cry

without fail

King George isn’t that funny tbh

he had good bits

but like..

hes okay ig

THE RENOLDS PAMPHLET IS SO GOOD

everyone was just twerking lol

EVERYONE ON THE FRIKIN CAST IS HOT AS SHIT

FIGHT ME

okay all done 💋

#hamilton #hamilton x eliza #hamilton incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton fanart #thomas jefferson #aaron burr #okay byeeee

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foxchainships · 7 months

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Request for Gio

If you want me to draw your favorite ship, send over a DM :)

#hamilton #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #hamilton x eliza #jason arrow hamilton #rachelle ann go eliza #foxchain #foxchain ships

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iammyownsaviour · 1 year

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a political marriage

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390 wc, Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost Burr/Alexander Hamilton/Eliza Schuyler and Aaron Burr & Eliza Schuyler, Pre-Relationship, G-rating, Alternate Universe - Sedoretu, for @polyshipweek, part 1 of Polyship Week 2023

Summary: Prompt: Since John died and Martha went back to England, Alexander and Eliza are half a marriage. Meanwhile, Aaron and Theodosia are uninterested in anyone else and tired of waiting. But everyone knows you don't get anywhere in politics without a full four. A marriage of convenience is the obvious solution, right? What could possibly go wrong?

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phantomstatistician · 2 months

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Fandom: Hamilton

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Source: AO3

#alexander hamilton #john laurens #eliza schuyler #thomas jefferson #james madison #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #aaron burr #maria reynolds #george washington #theodosia burr #martha washington #hamilton #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician #lams #hamilton x laurens

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cozycofics · 3 months

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[LINK EXPIRED!! PLEASE CHECK REBLOG FOR FRESH ONE] For anyone interested I made a Hamilton centered discord!! An easily accessible community sounds like a good time!

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imobsessedwiththeatre · 4 months

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Hey @my-dear-gal I drawed ur Hamilton friendships ideas!

Laurens & Eliza

Peggy & Hercules!

Wdym u told them to have sibling dynamic-

EDIT: I MADE LAURENS AND ANGELICAAA

#Peggy schuyler #ibis paint x #hamilton #hercules mulligan #john laurens #eliza schuyler #Angelica Schuyler

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icarusbetide · 9 days

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hamliza but little women au where alexander is the rich boy who gets to live recklessly, angelica is his best friend, and eliza is the sister he actually loves and ends up with WHO SAID THAT-

#i love this au because it flips some things but keeps the key components -> alex finding a family in the schuylers even if he's rich #i know this is veering towards angelica x hamilton which i don't personally think was likely for the historical figures #but they were delighted with each other so if he didn't meet eliza first and angelica wasn't married who knows right?#anyways hamliza endgame #unfortunately my fav problematic 18th century couple #trying to figure out laurens in all of this aoiehfihoaf #sorry my boy there will be a lams version to this trust #alexander hamilton #angelica schuyler church #amrev #hamliza

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wisteriasymphony · 2 months

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“I- I don’t understand! Adrien, there’s a wedding dress in there! A wedding dress, and it’s not mine!”

“Darling, please—“

“Please just tell me you bought it for me! I- I’ll overlook the cigarette burns on it and the way it got stained, just please tell me it wasn’t meant for someone else! Tell me the truth!”

Adrien thought for a second, chewing his lower lip.

“I’ve always been meant to love you, Marinette,” he said, his guilt only compounding with how much he had to force that name out of his mouth. “…But I didn’t choose to.”

Marinette was dizzy from weeping, and she was not the person who knew how to sift through his riddles and ways of obfuscating truth. “…What do you mean..?”

He couldn’t look at her as he said it. He wouldn’t want to look at Marinette ever again. Had he ever wanted to?

“Please don’t say you’re cheating on me,” she whispered.

“…No. If anything,” he paused, feeling compelled to look her in the eyes but refusing to, “I’ve always felt like I’ve been cheating on her, with you. And I never even wanted it.”

Forgetting who the dress belonged to, Marinette clutched it to her chest like a child. “Never wanted what? Me? We’ve been married, we’ve been in love for all this time and you never even meant it?”

“No, I have, you just weren’t my first choice—“

She was going through the rest of the box now, scattering the contents across his closet. “What else am I going to find in here, Adrien? Love letters? Lockets? Wedding rings? Did I ever mean anything to you?”

“We didn’t even have the chance to do such a thing, Marinette!”

“The chance?! —Adrien, we have children together now! You expected to hide this from all of us for the rest of our miserable lives?!” Her tears only grew louder and more fervent upon finding the jackets—each neatly folded, with the smell of his lost love still lingering. “You’re not the man I feel in love with! Or— Or maybe you are! And I just fell in love with a sick, miserable man! How dare you, Adrien Agresté.”

Related to this fake AITA post

#decided to make this its own post after all #she's kind of Eliza Hamilton coded I fear #rotten love square #ending 1 of 2: succession #succession ending #thewarmembraceofshadow #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #mlb adrien #adrien agreste #adrinette #miraculous adrien #adrien x marinette #marinette x adrien #marinette dupain cheng #mlb angst #me when i make adrinette the most toxic thing ever

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 1 year

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Sirius Black x gn! Reader - Burn

A/n: This is a song fic from the song burn from Hamilton, this also isn't by best work because I wrote it so long ago but I thought it would be a good way to kick of heartbreak week because it the least angsty out of all them!

Heartbreak week masterlist?

Summary: You were warned but you ignored them in favor of love, now look where that got you

Warnings: Cheating, heartbreak, implied abusive black family (just barely,) I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Parings: (romantic) Sirius x reader, (platonic) unnamed sister OC x reader]

I saved every letter you wrote to me

From the moment I read them

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

"Y/n you have another letter!" Your sister yells at you as you run down the stairs to tear it from her hands.

"Hey!"

You ignore her, ripping open the letter your eyes racing over the paragraphs, and memorizing each and every word. You drink in the pages, and pages of words and your heart had learned to love the smell of ink and parchment.

You love Sirius, perhaps you were too young to know but you love him. It was harsh sometimes your relationship, mostly due to his parents but you two dealt with it fine. You were in love, what more could you need?

Do you know what Angelica said

When we saw your first letter arrive?

"You should run Y/n." Your sister whispered to you as you cradled the letter in your hands like it was the most precious jewel there was to behold.

"You should run far away before he breaks you."

She said, be careful with that one, love

He will do what it takes to survive

"He wouldn't!" You snapped, aghast at what your sister had even the guts to say. How could she think that!

"Sirius is caring and loving! He would never-"

Your sister just shakes her head and takes your hands into hers. The look in her eyes was sad, terribly sad.

"Just be careful is all I'm saying."

You consider her words for second before nodding, with this you could agree with her. You would guard your heart with your life, but you would also wear it on your sleeve. You were a fool in love.

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

Your hands intertwine with Sirius's as you look at him like he's a star. When you looked at him like that he was, he was a bright star and you were just a lonely moon that was in his orbit. Not even significant enough to matter.

"I'm going to have to spend Christmas away again."

He sighs pulling away from you rubbing his hands over his face.

"Do you have to?" His voice breaks a little as he peaks at you with his twinkling grey eyes.

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

For a split second you almost say no, you nearly slip into the habit but you can't. You had to spend Christmas with your family, even if it meant being away from your boyfriend for a couple of weeks.

He sighs yet again, he seems to be doing that quite a bit lately before he pulls you into a long loving kiss.

It ends too soon as he pulls away from you, you miss the heat that he brings and the certain happiness that could only come from him.

"I'll be okay love." He says but there's a particular way he says it, almost like he's relived that you're not staying, yet you brush it off. It was just nothing... Right?

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote to me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign

And when you were mine

You scrambled through the Hogwarts corridors, you could see your lover again! After all the time spent away, you could see him again! You seemed to be glowing as you ran around Hogwarts looking for him, only for the sight you see to be the worst thing your eyes have ever laid upon.

He was kissing someone else. In front of everyone.

The world seemed to burn

Burn

They just kept on kissing as some foolish students would cheer them on and he would grin cockily pulling away from the person before they would pull him right back in.

You published the letters she wrote you

You told the whole world

How you brought this girl into our bed

In clearing your name

You have ruined our lives

You couldn't take it anymore you ran out of the hallway crying your eyes out. Why would he do it? Why!

So you ran to your sister.

And as soon as she saw your eyes filled with tears as some already flooded down your face she dreaded the words you were about to say. Ultimately though, she knew just as you opened your mouth what you were about to voice.

"You were right."

Do you know what Angelica said

When she read what you'd done?

"He's a fool." She said as she cradled you in her arms.

"He's a fool for losing you." She whispered into your ear.

She said, you've married an Icarus

He has flown too close to the sun

"I had to do it Y/n!" Sirius hollers at you as you try and find a way to escape the room you were in.

He had cornered you in an empty classroom, as he's been trying to talk to you for weeks now. You've been avoiding him like the plague, with good reason.

You and your words obsessed with your legacy

Your sentences border on senseless

"My family was getting on my ass for dating you! So I had to make them happy and I thought-"

Slap!

The crisp, clear clap of your hand meeting his face echoes throughout the room as you gaze upon him with angry eyes. You weren't sad anymore you were furious and burning with rage, the flames consuming you and everything else around it.

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you!

"If you wanted to please your family so bad you aren't the Sirius I know and love." You snare at him.

You take a step forward backing him into the wall behind him.

"If you ever think anyone or even your family is going to see how I was a fool to be in love with you like before, you would be wrong!"

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted

When you broke her heart

You have torn it all apart

Taking the letters out of your pocket you look at them once more, reading them all and sometimes even smiling slightly at the versus. You loved him, you still do. Some part of you would always love him.

So it had to burn.

I'm watching it burn

Watching it burn

You don't even need a wand, you don't even move your hands the letters just burst into flames in front of you.

Sirius gasped as he lunged for the letters (they must have been dear to him too) but you just kept on feeding the fire with them, as you tossed one after another in the flames.

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in our bed

"Y/n, please! I needed to find a place to stay at-" He throws a hand through his hair but you don't stop the distress that is going through him. In simple terms you don't care anymore it's not your problem.

"My family had threaten to kick me out! I just needed to find a place to stay! But I didn't have anytime so I kissed them thinking if the information reached them in time they'd let me off the hook!"

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

Looking over at him with a blank face you just shrug your shoulders uncaring.

"We both know you could have asked James."

You forfeit all rights to my heart

A trace of fear flashes in his eyes and you know the truth.

"What did you think I'd really fall for that trick?" Your voice is monotone but it hides an underlying threat. Or maybe in was a very real threat, that was very real now.

You forfeit the place in our bed

"Y/n please don't do this! Don't burn those letters!"

"So? So!" Finally your voice has fury in it and suddenly Sirius is flown back across the room and more papers, and desks, light on fire. But it doesn't spread unless you want it to.

"So you can be the good guy? Ah!" You laugh as you throw more letters into the fire.

You'll sleep in your office instead

Sirius looks at you affronted, and some part of you wanted to ruin his life in exchange for breaking your heart. Though, that part was the angry, hot ice and it was slowly dripping away. Now the furious rage was gone and all that was left was the cold flames.

"Y/n! This will ruin my life!"

With only the memories of when you were mine

"Y/n! N/n..." He attempts to comfort you through his manipulative words as he goes to softly reach for your hand.

"You wouldn't want to ruin someones life would you?" He says in his sweet, charming voice that he used to use on you.

You wrench your hand from his grasp and open the door and look back at him once before walking away.

"You did that yourself."

I hope that you burn

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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unkownbee · 3 months

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Imma just drop some art I drew yesterday before leaving for months on end.

Hamliza (I'm not extremely proud of it but it's good):

Eliza (this one turned out really cute. I like it):

The references (found on Google):

And memes:

#my artwork #traditional art #my art #artists on tumblr #hamliza #hamilza #Hamilton x Eliza #alexander hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton the musical

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multifamdomfan · 6 months

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I saw that you were looking for Hamilton request, I hope I’m not late but what about Hamilton sister!reader and Thomas Jefferson, reader and Hamilton were at a ball and they strayed away,and Thomas decided reader caught his eyes and started flirting with them, and Alexander found out, thank you if you even see this I know how hard it is to write!

Dear Diary,

Thomas Jefferson was hosting a ball and invited all of his coworkers including my brother to show off his wealth.I haven't met the man at the time but everything that I heard about him was negative.

Alex didn't want to go but Eliza told him that it would be rude to refuse so he agreed only if I would come too for moral support.

We went to the ball then Alex saw Mr. Washington and approached him after making sure that I was okay by myself. Then Thomas Jefferson approached me and asked me to dance and I accepted.

He was nice enough and had witty banter with flirtatious comments here and there. It was all going smoothly until my brother showed up tearing us apart and dragged me home. But not before I got his address so we could write letters.

#thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #dear diary

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foxchainships · 7 months

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Request for Gio

If you want me to draw your favorite ship, send over a DM :)

#hamilton #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #hamilton x eliza #foxchain #foxchain ships

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practical-tactical-brilliance · 1 year

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I’m Willing to Wait for it. (Part 3)

Aaron Burr x f!Reader

Summary: Burr is in your care and living with you as he recovers from his health problems after his retirement in 1779. You attend Eliza’s wedding to Alexander in 1780.

So after some research, Eliza met Hamilton long before they went to the revel which happened in 1780, but they fell in love during that ball and got engaged soon after. The ball itself was the Morristown Assembly Hall and took place in a wood storehouse while the families of patriot soldiers wintered with them in Morristown.

I’ve also been reading Aaron Burr’s private journal lately and that man is hilarious. He’s no villain, he’s just weird.

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The fact that Aaron had survived the massacre at Long Island unscathed was miraculous. He had led the retreat of over 5000 men through New York to New Jersey as you’d come to learn. Though you would not see him again for a great period of time you grew to know him intimately through his letters. Though the remembrance of his features faded, meeting him still felt like yesterday.

The letters you exchanged with Aaron became an almost daily affair. What started out as a wavering mistrust became a solid friendship. Whether he was in New York or elsewhere he would always keep you up to date with his location and where to address your writings.

Knowing that he was of poor health when he eventually retired from the military, you immediately offered up your home in New York to host him as a semi-permanent guest where he could recover in relative peace and quiet; just you and him. The salt sea air from the harbour will do you good, you had written him and he more than happily accepted. The idea of keeping slaves was an abhorrent practice to you so you kept your own house meticulously by yourself with Aaron helping out when he could.

On the days when he was bedbound, he talked to you as his confidant in all his activities and stories during the war and the hopes he held for the future. Living with him, you discovered that he despite his genius disposition, he could be an incredible klutz, was often a highly anxious yet somehow also very optimistic person and had his own quirks to match behind the suave exterior that he liked to keep up.

It took nearly a year before Aaron was fully recovered. A year of witnessing his ups and downs and looking after him in the most severe bouts of sickness he was subjected to while he concurrently pursued his studies in law. A year of long walks and heated discussion until the early hours of the morning. It seemed like the worst was over for him and at the same time, it signified at change in your lives once again. He would no longer be needing to stay with you and somehow you were saddened to think about the loss of your housemate. Was it wrong to think that the year that had passed felt like more like a courtship than a friendship? That some days you were drawn almost intimately close to one another in conversation and in person?

It was to your surprise then that on a brisk autumn morning you received a letter addressed to one Mr. Burr from your father of all people. He rarely wrote you as of late but somehow he was writing to Aaron? Your curiosity was piqued; what kind of involvement did they have together? You had your suspicions about its content, although you tried not to get too far ahead of yourself.

“Aaron? You have a letter.” You called out to him.

“Who from?” Came the muffled response from the study before he peeked out around the corner.

“My father.”

“Oh! Of course! Thank you, my dear.” He needed no further invitation to come out, making a direct beeline for you.

Suddenly you held the letter out of his sight when he tried to take it, a wicked smile on your face. “What’s it for, Aaron? Why have you been writing to my father?”

“If I tell you once I read the letter myself, would that satisfy you?” The grin spreading across his own features was infectious and titillating.

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Because,” he tried to reach out and grab it swiftly from behind your back, but anticipating the move you backed away from his grasp, keeping the prized possession out of his hands once again. “Because, even I’m not entirely sure what that letter contains.”

“So you admit to being somewhat sure?”

“I think I’ll just keep my silence, little minx!” Cornering you against the wall, he kissed you on the nose as a distraction before he pried from your hands the letter that he had long awaited with much anxiety and skipping away before you could catch a glimpse of its contents. You had your answer then, there was no doubt in your mind what the letter was about now.

“So, what has my father decided?”

“Do you know what he’s deciding on?”

“I’ve had my ideas. Besides, I’ve known you long enough now, that I can tell you’re worried over it. Being so out of the blue, it can’t have been about legal matters and its unlikely the war would be occupying your mind as much. What could it possibly be to make you so anxious if you were not asking for permission to marry?” Sidling up to him, you rested your head on his chest as he leaned against the doorway, scanning the letter meticulously. “I’m not blind by any means, Aaron. And if you truly mean what you’ve been preaching for the last 5 years, then I would be more than happy to be bound to you.”

“You’ve always been so nimble-witted. Does anything ever escape your notice?” He sighed, bringing his arm around you. There was a light brush of your hair as he laid a gentle kiss to it and you melted into his touch.

“You’ll have to tell me. If it escaped my notice then surely someone has to pick up on it for it to be considered ‘missed’.” You murmured into his vest. “So what does my father say?”

“Mr Burr,

Upon much reflection of your proposal, I have decided that you’ve made a compelling case in your favour as a young man of much potential and character. I was delighted to hear of your bravery and sacrifice during your time in the army and I accept your case. I give my permissions to you upon the condition that you remain true to Y/N in all your actions and I grant my blessings to you both should she be so inclined to accept your proposal of marriage herself.

Your obedient servant,

Mr L/N.”

You couldn’t help but hear the smile in his voice as he read the letter out to you. Your heart warmed and fluttered at the thought.

“If you choose to be my wife, I’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing.”

“I don’t want anything but you.” Looking up into his dark eyes, sparkling like diamonds, there was nothing but happiness and relief that flooded you. There would be no more waiting, you thought as he leaned down to kiss you; properly this time, holding you close in his embrace.

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Somehow, despite having met and been courted by Alexander in the same year, Eliza was getting married even sooner than you and Aaron. It felt almost bizarre to think that the youngest Schuyler sister and one of your closest friends, was finally growing up and you were here to bear witness to her union. And beside you, arm linked with yours was the man you could finally call your fiancé.

It was December, and the snowfall turned the Schuyler family home in Albany to a winter wonderland. From outside, the windows glowed with the warmth of the celebration inside.

“Congratulations, Eliza! I wish you every happiness with Alexander.” You caught her at a free moment, holding her hands in yours in excitement. “Your last letter nearly gave me whiplash with how fast things were progressing between you two.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, but that day at the ball General Washington threw at the Morristown Assembly Hall! Oh, Y/N! It was just a little rickety room, but I’d never felt more alive to be there. And when I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was the one; we both knew.” She tittered, the events still fresh on her mind.

“There are things that don’t need waiting for sometimes, and love just happened to be one of them. Anyways, enough about me, I hear you’ve gotten engaged to Aaron! Finally!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her exasperation, “you sound like you’ve been anticipating this for some time, Eliza!”

“It only took you; remind me how long it was again? Five years. Honestly with all that flirtatious letter writing you were doing I was sure you’d be married years ago.”

“I just wanted to make sure he was the right person for me. Besides, he was so busy with his involvement in the army that we never got time to properly court before his retirement. This just happened to be the right time for it to happen!”

There was a twinge of worry that you saw on Eliza’s brow. “Is everything ok?” You asked with concern.

“No; I’m fine, you just reminded me that Alexander will still be fighting with General Washington when the winter clears. I wish that I could steal him away with me, but he’s too dutiful to stay behind.” She sighed.

Sensing that this train of thought would only lead to more anxiety, you led her over to the dance floor, “Put those thoughts aside, Eliza! From what Aaron tells me, Alexander is a man of his word, and a survivor. I have no doubt in what he says. This is a day of celebration and joy for you! So let’s dance and enjoy ourselves one last time as unmarried women!” And just like the Eliza you knew, she smiled again, bright as the sun that knows no bounds, even in the deepest of winters.

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