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astralaffairs · 4 years

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secret agent laf trying to kill thomas finding out that mc and him are sleeping together: oh. oh no. this complicates things. this is very not good.

ok i rlly couldn't help myself with this one

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"I'm gonna go get in the shower, sweetheart." She pulled the pillow tighter to herself, shifting to watch Thomas as he turned to the bathroom, and he caught her gaze when he glanced back over his shoulder. He grinned. "You sure you don't wanna join me?"

His playful tone made her roll her eyes, though she couldn't repress her small smile. "Not this time."

"You'll come around." He sent her a short wink before continuing forward. The bathroom door fell shut behind him, and Y/N drew in a heavy yawn, swallowing her fatigue as she lazily pushed herself up to sit against the headboard. She reached over to grab her phone, scrolled briefly through her missed texts and emails, but despite the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the sound of the water in the bathroom tapping against the tiles in the shower, hardly muffled through the halfway-shut bathroom door, all was quiet.

Y/N was halfway through shooting Peggy a text letting her know what time she'd be home, when--

Bang.

She gave a start at the sudden, loud noise. Her gaze snapped forward. It wouldn't have been housekeeping; as far as she was aware, they didn't need to break down doors to make guests' beds. Besides, Thomas had stuck a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the handle the previous evening. Y/N prayed it hadn't fallen off as she'd tugged Thomas further into the room by his tie, disregarding his task, giggling against his lips.

The footsteps that followed were quiet; she could hardly hear them on the carpeted floor. Whoever had broken in was clearly rather intentional about being light on their feet. She should've been scared straight, but quite frankly, Y/N was more curious than anything.

She pulled the bedsheets up her chest, scooted back toward the headboard, tucking her knees into her chest. She had half a mind to dial 911, but realistically, if her unknown intruder had any interest in killing her, she may as well have been already dead.

She swallowed hard, dread building in her stomach when she saw one of his careful feet come from the other side of the corner adjacent to the small suite's door, but the real shock came when she saw his face.

"Lafayette?" The word was breathless, riddled with disbelief. On one hand, she probably wouldn't be dying in the next five minutes, but on the other, he was holding a gun.

"Y/N, I... I am in ze right room. I must be; I..." He trailed off as he eyed her, her mussed-up hair, the smeared mascara under her eyes, the avante-garde collage of purple and red that marked her neck and shoulders, continuing down her chest below the sheet she'd ducked under for cover. She swallowed hard; the scene was unmistakable. "Oh, no."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes darting down his figure, to the gloves he wore and the knives strapped to his left hip. "And why the fuck do you have a gun? This is Thomas's room, not some Russian spy's hideout."

"Mm, I would ask you precisely ze same question, but it is already clear exactly what business you 'ave here." He cocked an eyebrow as he looked the room over, and she saw his eyes widen further yet, settling on the handcuffs she'd discarded onto the floor beside the bed, not far from either her rumpled clothing or the long-forgotten condom wrapper reflecting the rising sun off of its foil.

Y/N scowled. "What's it to you who I'm sleeping with?"

"Do not pretend zat sleeping with ze presidential frontrunner is ze same as sleeping with some delegate you met at a convention." He gave her a pointed look, but she just rolled her eyes.

"Quite frankly, it's none of your business." Her scowl subsided to skepticism, though, when her eyes drifted back to the critical mass of weapons he had on him. "But what's got you busting in here looking like you just walked off the set of Men in Black?"

He pursed his lips, glanced down at his outfit. He'd long since lowered his gun, had apparently decided he no longer needed it, having found only the lowest possible level of threat (not to sell Y/N short, or anything). "I... saw zat Thomas's security detail was no longer outside 'is door, and, well..."

"You thought it'd be a good time to ambush him?"

Lafayette's eyes widened. "Non! No, nothing like zat. Truly, I... 'eard rumors of someone planning to 'take Thomas out' during 'is stay 'ere. I did not know what zey meant by it, but..."

When he trailed off, she raised a dubious eyebrow. "... But?"

"I did not think it wise to wait to find out. When I saw 'is room unguarded, I could only assume ze worst case scenario." He shrugged, shifting his belt so the row of knives was safely tucked behind the back of his blazer, secured his gun back into its holster on his other hip. Despite her surprise, Y/N couldn't find a reason to doubt his words. She knew Lafayette was ex-military, so she couldn't really make any assumptions on the fact that he just had a whole slew of weaponry lying around.

"You're such an alarmist," she sighed, reaching over to put her phone back on its charger. Having been turned away, she didn't see the surpise on his face at her easy acceptance of his words. She glanced back to him with a small smile. "It's sweet that you're worried about him, though. Maybe he should hire you as his security detail next time."

Lafayette gave a weak chuckle as Y/N leaned down to pick her shirt up off the ground. They were both too preoccupied to pay it any mind when the water from the shower turned off. "Anyway, I should be going... I am glad Thomas is clearly..." She wasn't looking back at him, instead collecting her bearings, and she didn't see his gaze draw to where the bedsheet was gradually sinking down her chest as she shifted under it. "... in no sort of pitiable position."

Despite her distraction, she flashed him a sly grin. "What, you jealous?"

"Oh! Non, I did not mean--"

She laughed at how flustered he looked, raising his hands in defense and taking a stumbling step back, his eyes wide. "Relax. I'm just messing with you."

"... Of course, chérie." He drew in a shuddering breath. "Anyway, I must go. It 'as been... interesting to run into you 'ere, but I--"

"Lafayette!" Both their gazes snapped to the bathroom when Thomas emerged in the doorway, wearing only a lopsided grin and a towel hanging low on his hips as water dripped down from his curls. Though Lafayette looked blindsided, Y/N's eyes were shamelessly traveling south. "Hey, what're you doin' here?"

"He came to check on you." Y/N put on a mock pout as she turned back to Lafayette. "Your bodyguards were gone, and he thought you were gonna get attacked."

Thomas raised an eyebrow, and his tone was playful as he said, "Aw, and you really decided to go takin' my security into your own hands? Better not be goin' soft on me, now."

Lafayette responded with a smile that didn't meet his eyes, but neither Thomas nor Y/N noticed the discrepancy. "I would never."

"Glad to hear it."

Lafayette nodded, some of his usual confidence slowly drifting back into his demeanor. "So ze two of you are... ?"

When Lafayette trailed off, Thomas gave a short laugh. "'S nothin' serious. And don't you look at us like that, actin' like you don't have a different girl in your bed once a week."

Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah? You been getting around?"

Lafayette rolled his eyes, and he was grateful neither Y/N nor Thomas had taken note of either the tension in his shoulders or the hesitance of his gaze. "Please, you make me out to be some sort of a philanderer."

"If the shoe fits," Thomas responded with a shrug, and when the skepticism didn't leave Lafayette's expression. "Aw, what, are you tryin' to claim you've suddenly become some kinda serial monogamist?"

"I simply do not appreciate being slandered Thomas," he responded cooly, but his gaze drifted back to the closing space between where Y/N sat on the bed and where Thomas stood, a hand resting on her shoulder. "Well, since ze two of you seem... very well occupied, I suppose I should leave you to--"

"No, you should join us for breakfast!" Y/N suggested, cutting him off as her eyes shone with enthusiasm. She glanced up at Thomas. "If that's cool with you?"

His wink in response made her smile grow, and he squeezed her shoulder playfully. "'Course, sweetheart. Whatever you want."

"Please, Laf?" Despite that every cell in his body was itching for him to dart toward the exit, when he saw the hope in her gaze, Lafayette sighed.

"I do not want to intrude on ze two of you enjoying your morning together."

"Don't worry; you aren't interrupting anything," Y/N assured him, and Thomas nodded nonchalantly.

"Really, c'mon down with us. 'S my treat."

"Oh, I could not take advantage of your 'ospitality like zis. Truly, I--"

"Hey, I'm the one offerin'," Thomas cut him off. "Don't think either of us have seen you in a while, anyway. I won't take no for an answer."

Lafayette sighed, and with the naïve hope written across Y/N's face, he couldn't help but feel guilt rising in his throat. "I do not know..."

"C'mon, please?" Y/N asked, plastering on a mock pout. "I never see you anymore, what with all the time you're spending at the French embassy, always 'planning' who-knows-what."

"My work keeps me busy, chérie," he responded tentatively, hoping she wouldn't press that line of conversation even a step further. She huffed.

"Well, you're clearly not busy now," she said. "Just come with us. Please? For me?"

A moment passed in near-silence, Lafayette not quite enamored with any aspect of the situation. However, he supposed turning down the request would do more harm than going along cheerfully with their oblivious offer, and he sighed. "Very well. If you insist."

"Great!" Y/N pulled herself up where she sat on the bed, pulling her (Thomas's) oversized shirt over her head as she started toward the bathroom, and Lafayette's eyes widened a fraction of an inch -- she took just about no care to cover up as she went to reach up to where the towels were stacked. "Just lemme finish getting ready. Can we meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes?"

She looked over her shoulder, and Lafayette forced a small smile. "I'd love nothing more."

Needless to say, that morning didn't exactly end up being quite the triumph Lafayette had intended. At least the omelettes were halfway decent.

#this is such absolute crack #but i had sm fun writing it lmaoo #secret agent!laf #send me asks!#hzl talks #i need a name for this au the concept fucking kills me

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jutri · 6 years

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Lams w/ #8?

“ Lets have a baby. ”

John felt like he was dying. The sun was beating down on the earth as if it had a personal vendetta against the planet. It was like hell itself was breathing down on him, and all he could do was lay there as he waited for Alex to fix the air conditioner. Rolling onto his back, John stared up at the tiny fishbowl on their nightstand silently wishing he could switch bodies with their goldfish.

“So the guy from the repair shop says he’ll be— what are you doing?” Alex asked as he took in the sight of his fiancé sprawled out on the ground.

“Dying,” John whined as he turned his head to face Alex, “I thought you said you could fix it?”

“I said, in theory, I could fix it, not that I knew how.”

John threw his arms over his sweaty face to muffle his scream. As his cry carried out he could hear Alex puttering around the room and opening the bedroom windows. When his little act of over dramatized anguish subsided, John forced himself into a sitting position as his phone vibrated a few feet away from his head. Unlocking the screen, he smiled a bit as he stared at Lafayette and Herc’s broken air conditioner. At least they weren’t the only ones.

Seeing a shadow cast over him, John looks up to see his boyfriend smiling down at him. Placing his phone to the side, he uses his shirt to remove the sweat from his face, before opening his arms wide. Alex smiled and lowered himself so that he could sit between John’s legs and loosely wrap one another in their arms.

“While I was out I got some ice cream,” Alex said, his fingers lightly tracing the freckles on John’s cheeks, “mint chocolate chip.”

“You’re amazing.”

A smirk plays on Alex’s lips as he separated to fix his bun, “I know.”

Smiling, John rested his head against his fiancé’s shoulder, “arrogance isn’t attractive, babe.”

Alex laughed, his deep chuckle lifting the spirit of the room. His face has a softness even when it comes to rest as if he lacks the inner bitterness of the others gathered in the world. He knows who he is and he’s comfortable with himself. He’s perhaps the only man John has ever known that could look in a mirror of truth and only see his own reflection.

“So….I was thinking,” Alex said with a sort of shy smile.

“Oh no,” John fell back onto the ground with a soft grunt, “the horror! Is it going to be like that time you thought about booking Thomas the wrong plane for our friends getaway?”

Rolling his eyes Alex leaned forward, so he was more so hovering over the other man. “No, it’s serious this time,” he insists, “It’s about…about that conversation we had a while ago..”

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific,” John said, his fingers reaching up to pull a stray hair and tucking it behind Alex’s ear.

“About what you said. You know, about when—after we get married and what we should do about a house, pets…, kids.”

Alex’s cheeks are suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, the blooming color so cute against his dark facial hair. He looks away and finds a distraction at the fish tank, watching as the aquatic animal swam in circles while making bubbles. John hangs back, allowing him time to compose himself, fighting back the smile that wants to break out. What happens next John’s going to want to remember for a long time, so while his gaze is soft, he doesn’t drop his eyes for a moment.

“It was more of a passing thought really. I mean, ever since you brought it up it’s been on my mind, but then the air conditioner broke and I started thinking about how us constantly fixing the damned thing is probably equivalent to us putting a down payment on a house,” Alex took a deep breath. “Then I thought that if we get a house, we should find one with a lot of rooms: our bedroom, a study for the both of us, a guest room—because honestly Herc and Laf are always over, and then maybe another one or two for—”

“Babe, breathe,” John sat up again, this time causing them to become even closer.

Alex clenched his fists in the fabric of John’s shirt as he searched for something in his eyes. When it appeared that he found whatever he was looking for, the shorter let out a long exhale. “I feel stupid…maybe I should have made that powerpoint for this conversation. It sure would have gone a whole lot smoother…” he grumbled so softly that John had to strain to actually hear.

“Just try again,” John stole a quick sweaty kiss, “you’re doing perfect, Alex.”

Sucking in another deep breath, Alex rested his hands on John’s shoulders, “Let’s have a baby.”

“You—wait what,” John asked momentarily stumped, “well…that’s not what I expected.”

“It was a stupid idea wasn’t it,” Alex’s shoulders slump as his eyes meets the ground, “just forget about it.”

“No!” John pulled Alex back towards him as his fiancé began to scramble away. “I- shit, Alex! I’ve wanted a life with you from ever since you stumbled into that bar with Burr. I just wasn’t expecting you to go from proposing us to get a new home, to jump all the way to adoption. Plus, the wedding is still a few months to come.”

Relaxing a bit, Alex smiles bashfully, “true…”

“But…that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

Alex’s eyes lit up and couldn’t hold himself back from tackling John to the ground. Heatwave be damned.

#send me prompts #lams #alexander hamilton #john laurens

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mementomcriii · 6 years

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So where do you think you'd have taken the rest of the story?

i’m going to put this under a cut cause i’m p sure it’s gonna get Long. also click here for a really short playlist for it (side note: i think for the most part alex’s music would resemble the song ‘action figures’ on there)

okok first a basic major character rundown

alexander: the og starving artist type, couch surfing and staying in motels and barely eating at the beginning of his career, willing to take literally Any gighercules: lowkey major producer day lighting as a fashion designer. Discovered tm alex at a gig he was doing opening for some local bandjohn: so fucking famous. p much a singer / songwriter type and under the thumb of his dad who owns his label and is thus Closeted As Hell and not able to do as much of the shit he wants to. complacent in his fame. addict.laf: nb french rapper that comes in later

this is kind of bare bones, only significant events but,,,

so. the new years eve party. alex is playing piano for most of the night bc that’s what he’s gotta do but then holy shit when he’s done john fucking laurens is complimenting him and. honestly he’s a fan boy and losing his shit and Gushing (ala aaron burr sir / my shot tbh) and john is high af and thinks he’s cute and the spend the rest of the evening together and alex impulse kisses him, they get stoned together, alex crashes at john’s place, it’s all hunky dory

time goes on they get closer they’re kind of a thing but also it’s not official and they don’t talk about it bc they’re disasters. alexander falls into addiction too (heroin, mostly, but they do. all kinds of shit) but definitely thinks it’s fine and he’s in control and none of this is fucked up. john decides to use his leverage to help alex move up in the industry and he get’s to do a more lowkey show w laf but that’s still P Big and they click and laf can see what’s going on and they’re just.... very concerned about alex. john too but. mostly alex bc there’s clearly a power imbalance there even if it’s not acted upon

little later alex gets his first real show and it goes g re a t but then afterwards there’s a transphobic asshole heckling and you Know this contentious bitch fights. then whoop we find out there was someone from a label there to see if he was worth taking a risk on and then they saw the fight and everything and went from “i guess i’ll give this kid a shot” to “hahaha Fuck no”. the fall out isn’t pretty.

alex kinda stops trying in regards to music and p much just wastes his days getting high, being w john and getting high w john. they’re Definitely a thing at this point and alex is. so desperately in love and Realizing this is fucked up and he wants to disrupt the pattern, to save this supernova he’s fallen for. and he mentions he wants to go public w what they are. stop hiding and feeling like john’s ashamed of him. and, well, john is just the iconic line from childish gambino “if i married you tonight it would probably start a riot” (which is actually one of the things that inspired this whole mess). so,,,, it starts to get kind of tense from there. at least alex is. things reach their peak when john writes him a song and shortly afterwards drops it as a single with masculine pronouns switched to feminine ones. yikes.

alex basically accuses him of not Actually seeing him as a dude and lying to / using him. john counters that he’s not out he can’t perform shit like that. alex says he cares more about his image more than him. john doesn’t really Know what to say so alex just. grabs his shit and leaves. laf and herc help him get clean and get on his feet and that pretty much puts us to the point of the first chapter.

the sequal would’ve revolved around post-fire events and Surprise john isn’t actually dead, he was off making poor life choices and martha was home w her bf (who john knew about) and Those were the bodies. the whole thing ends in a situation where john has to come forward about being gay and struggling w addiction and our two boys end up performing at the same festival and fall into a fucked up friends with benefits situation before straightening their shit out

#it just feels.... cringey and Bad tbh #〔ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ〕➵ asks #prettycourfofthebarricade #◜ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ◞ ▵ ooc #◜ˡᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢᵗʳᵃʸ◞ ▵ misc

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anima-contritum · 7 years

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The Rush of Blood - part 1

A/N: heyo! so this is my first sort of major writing post on here and I didn’t completely edit all of it, so I’m hoping for the best I guess (I probs could’ve written more). I also wrote this for a friend of mine so make sure to check her out because she’s absolutely fantastic @scrabblesense (: enjoy!

Word Count: 1,925

Notes: This is a poly!hamilsquad x reader fanfic featuring the good ol’ gang au. disclaimer: the au doesn’t completely belong to me however all the ideas are truthfully mine. This is most likely going to be a series so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

T/W: mentions of past kidnap and torture, past abuse, violence, angst, and mentions on death. (if i missed necessary to note, let me know and I’ll add it)

Parts: 1 2

The atmosphere was riddled with a tension so thick you could choke on it. It seemed to blanket everything in the dark room with a sense of red hot outrage accompanied by undertones of blazing determination. Expressions were cold and devoid of emotions, the white-knuckled fists at each gang member’s side being the only telltale sign of disagreement. The silence that fell immediately after Angelica proposed her plan almost had a physical weight to it as it made your head pound and shoulders tense with each passing second. You would give anything to leave the suffocating room in that moment as anxiety bloomed in your chest.

Everyone told you before that your analytical skills were what made you the best at what you do, but right now you wished you could turn your brain off as the previous words bounced around in your skull. Thorough observations seemed to be all you were good for; You could remember license plates with just a glance, write out the police’s rotation schedules and usual stake-out spots, plan an escape route in a minute flat, determine someone’s motives and possible outcomes, even read a person’s expression and body language. Looking around at everyone in the small group, it was easy to pick out those opposed to the plan and who were supportive. As you took in each detail, your mind split things up piece by piece.

The way Alexander held his head high with his swirling brown eyes aflame with restrained wrath was like a bright neon sign that flashed in all caps ‘I THINK THE FUCK NOT.’ It was a threatening look to say the least.

Next to you John had a certain defiant set to his jaw that set as a pair for his defensive stance, his feet shuffling ever so slightly to be in front of both Alex and you. Knowing John, he’d either be the one throwing punches or holding back his boyfriends - and quite possibly his girlfriend - from doing something stupid.

Looking at Lafayette adjacent to Alexander, the french man looked more worried and panicky than anything else with his fingers fidgeting at his sides and his lips pursed in a tight line. His furrowed eyebrows created creases in his forehead and if you didn’t know him like you do, you would expect the man to start pacing across the battered wooden floor.

Hercules was a different story. Placed on the other side of you, his arms were crossed over his chest making his biceps more defined while his gaze was set at a deadly glare that sent shivers down your spine. In this moment, that wasn’t the Herc who knits you winter scarfs and wraps you in hugs this was Hercules Mulligan, the man who could easily snap a guy’s neck with little effort.

On the other side of the room with Angelica and her sisters, Maria stood lazily to the side. She was always the more reserved girl as she remained selectively mute but you still noted the sure set to her casual stance. Despite her hair falling over the eye patch on the left side of her face you could still see the agreement in her eye.

Eliza and Peggy stood at either side of Angelica with confident tilts of their lips and spark in their eyes. Of course, with all of your boyfriend’s burning eyes on the three sisters plus Maria you didn’t blame the wary shift in their eyes.

To the untrained eye, Angelica adorned a neutral expression but you saw the smugness on her lips and quirk to her perfectly shaped brows, the amusement dancing behind her dark eyes. She knew the plan would go through no matter what the other’s said. Excluding the risky premise, it was well thought out and ultimately beneficial to the group.

You - wedged between Hercules and John - stood stock still while your insides went crazy. Underlying anxiety twisted into your stomach like barbed wire while your conscious looked for a way out, an escape route. But the more your eyes scanned around every corner of the room, the faces of your boyfriends and the other girls, it was never clearer that this was something you couldn’t opt out of. No matter what your boyfriends said in protest to the plan, you knew it wouldn’t be reasonable to jettison the proposal.

“No,” Alexander was the first to speak, smashing the tense quiet like glass. His voice was laced with anger, his fists shaking at his sides as he went to step forward. If John hadn’t put out his arm to stop the utterly furious man, you bet Alex would’ve attempted to get in Angelica’s face - even if he’s several inches shorter than her. “If you think for one fucking second I’d let (Y/N) go out and risk her life for something as stupid as robbing a gas station, you are very mistaken.”

Angelica merely snorted a laugh with a small shake of her head, knocking a few curls loose from her tight bun. “Hamilton, you know as well as the rest of us just how necessary this operation is. If it hasn’t occurred to you yet, we’re in debt,” her amused tone turned cold and vile in a matter of seconds as her gaze flicked over Alex distastefully. “And if memory serves me right, it’s your fucking fault.”

You watched Alexander’s anger bubble up inside him as his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. “What else was I supposed to fucking do when I was tortured and then held at gunpoint until I gave up the money?” A pang of heartbreak reverberated in your chest at the remembrance of what happened two months ago. You knew it still gave Alex nightmares, how he cried out in his sleep or the way he overworked himself. The damn fucking Redcoats kidnapped your boy and left him broken and scarred in a ditch to die after robbing your group of every last cent they owned. Now you’d be lucky to get a meal a day or a good sleep. Your boyfriends can only do so much to warm you during the frigid Autumn nights.

“Look, all I’m suggesting is (Y/N) monitor the place for a bit and when the gas station is about to close she goes in armed. She’ll be wearing a ski mask, a black hoodie, the whole damn ten yards. She’ll be able to anticipate worst case scenario and get out fast. She doesn’t have to kill anyone but Hercules and John will be around the back of the building as reinforcements if things go topside and you and Lafayette will be in the getaway car. Easy in, easy out.” Angelica restated the plan from earlier.

Hearing it again made bile rise in your throat, your heart racing and beating in your ribcage like a sledge-hammer. Your mouth felt dry and your hands shook as it seems the weight of the world sat heavily on your shoulders. Any words you planned to say died before they were even formed.

“And where will you be in all this?” John spat out. His face was red with fury making his freckles stand out. Looking over at him, he still had his arm stretched out across Alexander’s chest to restrain him.

As if waiting for the question to be asked, Peggy smiled smugly and gestured between her sisters and Maria. “We will be hijacking both the traffic and gas station security cameras.”

“Someone needs to hold down the fort in addition to being the main communication center. Peggy managed to boost the signal on our walkie-talkies. We have a good 5 miles or so until the connection gets fuzzy.” Eliza added with a fond smile for her little sister.

Despite the nerve racking situation, you couldn’t help but be impressed. Peggy had always been good with anything that could be considered electronic. If only she could fix the water heater…

Next to you, Hercules uncrossed his arms and turned his glare to Angelica. “I’m not letting her go in alone. If we’re doing this, I’m going in with her.” The low edge to his words made everyone able to hear it cast their eyes down excluding Angelica. Everyone knew, even outside your gang, just how dangerous Herc can be. Although only your group knew how his hard exterior was a mask to how kind his heart truly was, that tone in his voice always made them shy away. Growing up in an abusive household, Hercules learned it was better to put on a threatening act than to put up with other people’s shit. Even now after all these years, he only shows his soft side with you and his boys.

Hercules’ statement seemed to shock Lafayette out of his worrying as he stepped forward with confident radiating off of his stance. “I agree with mon cher. If we are to go through with this, I will be accompanying mon amour.”

“If I agree to that then I’m risking three members of this group being caught and arrested. I devised this plan so if things go wrong, only one of us gets locked up. Having you and Hercules go in with (Y/N) is completely unnecessary and naive when she can do the job better than any of us.” Angelica retorted.

You hated the way everyone talked about you like you weren’t there. It made the barbed wire in your guts wrap around your heart and cut deep.

In an instant, both Alexander and John lunged. If Hercules and Laf weren’t able to grab the two boys, they wouldn’t have hesitated to start a full blown fight. It wouldn’t be the first time Alexander fought Angelica. It made you jump in fear, your eyes widening as John struggled in Herc’s grip. Laurens was all but spitting poisoned words at Angelica with a daunting growl in his tone. “(Y/N) is not fucking dispensable you fucking bitch! What the fuck happens if the cops show up and she can’t get out in time? I’ll tell you what fucking happens. They either shoot and kill her because she has a fucking gun or they arrest her for life for multiple shitty charges. What happens if the cashier has a gun? What happens if a customer decides to play hero and attack the robber? What happens-”

“ENOUGH!”

Your voice came up above John’s and any other possible argument Angelica had on her mind as silence encased the room. Tears had started streaking down your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to stop it. They leave wet tracks as they go unwiped making your cheeks shine in the dim light of the room. All eyes turned to you, Lafayette letting go of Alexander as the once raging bull turned sombre seeing your tears. Everything threatened to put you in a choke hold and drown your words like before, but this time you had to push through this. You had to push through the nauseating nervousness in your stomach and the way it felt like your heart jumped into your throat.

You just had to push through it like you always have.

Turning to give Angelica your full attention, your voice came out shaky but certain. “I’ll do it… I don’t need Herc or Laf with me, I just need the supplies you listed before. It’ll be a quick in and out, no cops, no killing. If things go wrong, I-...” A watery laugh broke through your lips before you could stop it. “Then I’ll go down swingin’.”

#poly!hamilsquad x reader #hamilton #fanifc #fanfiction #john laurens #hercules mulligan #alexander hamilton #lafayette #the schuyler sisters #maria reynolds #idk what im doing #angst #ehhh #gang au

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steal-they-cannons · 7 years

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What were you Thinking?

▫ Lafayette x reader

▫ Word Count: 1,627

▫ Modern

▫ Prompts:

359. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

(Once again from this list)

▫ T/W: Swearing and Mentions of Death

▫ Sorta Angsty???

Lafayette sighed as he walked into his room, well, it wasn’t quite his. It was the room he shared with Alexander and John. He used to share a room with the soldiers, but since he’d been promoted to Lieutenant he had moved rooms. He sat down on his bed and removed his uniform’s hat and tossed it on the bed beside him. He noticed the sound of paper crinkling. He turned his head to see a letter under his hat. He pulled the letter out from under it. A smile spread across his face as he saw it was from [Y/N] [L/N], his girlfriend. He eagerly opened it up. It had been a while since he had heard from her. His eyes quickly scanned the letter

‘Dear Lafayette,

I wish I had more to write to you about I wish I could write a letter about how I miss you and how life is back here. But I only have news, news I fear will greatly affect us. I’m pregnant. I’m not sure how you will react but no matter what, I’m so sorry. I never meant to distract you from your duties as Lieutenant.

Please write me back when you can, I need to know how you’re feeling. If you wish to tell your friends, I am okay with that. You don’t have to but I recommend you at least tell General Washington. I’m almost four months along. I’ve pinned some ultrasound photos with this letter, should you wish to see them.

All my love, [Y/N].’

Lafayette dropped the letter. His hands flew to cover his mouth as he took in a gasp “Oh mon dieu, enceinte… Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?” he said as a few tears began to roll down his cheeks. He put his head down, resting his head in his hands. Suddenly the door creaked open.

Lafayette’s head snapped upward. It was Alexander, He hung his hat on the hook by the door. He exhaled deeply “Damn, Washington’s been working me non-stop lately. He sure is a-” Alexander cut himself off as he turned around “Lafayette, have you been crying?” he asked sitting on his bed. Lafayette nodded “Oui, mon ami. [Y/N], she’s pregnant…” he said choking up and looking back down. Alexander stood up off the bed “Pregnant?! You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” he practically shouted

“You idiot! We’re in the middle of a fucking war! And you choose now to knock up your girlfriend?” he said grabbing his hat off the hook and throwing it against the wall. Lafayette looked up “Alex, you think I wanted this?! You think I’m ready for a baby?! You think I’m ready now?!” he shouted as he stood up off the bed “Putian d’enfer Alexander! Stop running your fucking mouth so much!” he shouted.

Alexander was ready to shout something back but the door swung open. It was John “Jesus christ! Do you know how loud you two are?! Washington sent me to keep you two from killing each other!” he said “[Y/N]’s pregnant.” Alexander said “What?” John asked “Pregnant, y’know? Knocked up? In a family way?” Alexander said rolling his eyes “Don’t talk about [Y/N] like that!” hissed Lafayette “I didn’t fucking say anything bad!” Alexander said “But the way you speak! You make her sound like a common whore!” Lafayette bit back. John stepped between them “Shit, do you two ever act like adults? I feel like I’m back in High School!” he said pushing the guys away from each other

“What’s wrong?” John asked “Well,” Alexander started. Lafayette shook his head “No, this is my girlfriend we’re talking about. Fuck off Alex.” he said, his gaze shifted to John “[Y/N], I got a letter from her this morning mon ami, she’s pregnant, about three months.” Lafayette said, almost choking up again “I was telling Alexander this, he just shouted at me! Like it was my fault!” he said. John looked over at Alexander “It kind of is! Obviously she had to have someone get her pregnant, even if it wasn’t you.” Alexander spat, Lafayette threw his arm forward and pushed John out of the way and lunged at Alexander “Putain de mon fils! Comment oses-tu!” he shouted in disdain as he coked his arm back and forming his hand into a fist. He stepped in as he threw the punch, landing it squarely on Alexander’s jaw.

John stepped back between the men facing Lafayette, he pushed him back “Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you?! How is that gonna help?” he shouted “You heard what he said! How was I supposed to let that stand?!” Lafayette said. John looked over his shoulder at Alexander, who had stumbled back onto the bed, holding his jaw, shifting it in a yawning motion in hope to set it back or just get it to feel normal again

“What the fuck was that?!” Alexander asked looking up as he noticed John looking back at him “You got only what you deserved!” Lafayette said pushing against John who continued to hold him back “What I deserved? I’m only telling you what you need to hear! We’re in the middle of a war! It’s not exactly the best time to bring a child into the world! What if something happened on the battlefield? He could die and leave his child fatherless!” he shouted

“What are we supposed to do? [Y/N] is already pregnant!” Lafayette said gesturing outwardly with his hand “Well, there’s always-” Alexander didn’t get to finish his sentence as an angry Lafayette cut him off “No, don’t say it. You don’t get to say it. Don’t even think about it, this isn’t any of your fucking business.” he said shaking his head “I’m just saying, you’d be a lot more focused on the fight if you weren’t worrying about a baby.” Alexander said “So would [Y/N]. She’d be more relaxed if she wasn’t worrying about your life! Worrying about whether or not her child is going to live their whole life with a father or not!” Alexander said

“Do you know how hard it is?! Living life without a father?! Is that what you want for your child? Is that what you want for [Y/N]? Do you want her to think of what’s she lost every time she looks at your child?” Alexander stood up off the bed, his whole body tense, stepping towards Lafayette but getting stopped as John put his arm forward to keep them separate “

Do you want to give her a constant reminder of pain? Do you want to miss out on your child’s life? Could you forgive yourself? Do you want to put your family through that?!” he shouted, his voice going so loud it cracked. His body sunk as he stumbled backwards and sat onto the bed again

John and Lafayette stared in silence at Alexander “Mon ami, is that what this is about?” Lafayette asked “You were worried?” John lowered his arms from Lafayette’s shoulders and stepped aside. Alexander looked down at his hands as he fidgeted “Laf, I know how hard it is to live without a father. There’s already enough risk out there. When you said [Y/N] was pregnant. All I could think of was your child growing up without you.” he said “And I know how much you care for [Y/N], but I’ve known her longer than you have, I know how heartbroken she would be if something were to happen to you, She would think it was her distracting you with news of the baby that caused your death. She would never forgive herself.” he said sighing

Lafayette went and sat down next to Alexander “I did something I’ve never done before, acted out of fear.” Alexander said slumping “I’m about to do something else I don’t do much.” He turned to Lafayette “Man, I’m sorry for what I said. Your child is not my business, I got caught up in my own thoughts, like I always do.” Alexander said, a weak laugh punctuating the sentence.

John walked over and sat next to Alexander, bookending him between himself and Lafayette.

The trio sat wordlessly. Not even looking at each other, just letting the silence hang in the air “I forgive you.” Lafayette said, Alexander turned his head “You do?” Lafayette nodded “I might still be upset about what you said, but you’re mon ami. One of my closest confidants.” he said “I forgive you.” Lafayette smiled. Alexander sat up a bit straighter “Thank you Laf.” he said with a small grin “I think a hug is in order.” John chuckled. Alexander rolled his eyes at him before turning back to Lafayette. They had a quick embrace, sort of laughing it off.

As they let go something caught Lafayette’s eye. The letter, after he had dropped it it slid under the bed, Lafayette abruptly remembered [Y/N] said something about ultrasound photos with the letter. He jumped up off the bed and grabbed the letter from the floor “What is it?” asked John “[Y/N], in her letter, she mentioned something about pictures, of the baby, an ultrason.” Lafayette said sitting back down “Sound.” he corrected. He saw the top of a paperclip sticking off the top of the letter.

He flipped the letter over, a grainy black and white image with ‘[Y/N] [L/N], 12 Weeks’ written at the top. He started at it, his eyes tracing the outline of a baby. Slowly the image seemed clearer. A smile spread across his lips as continued to look over the image of the baby. Alexander and John leaned closer “Heh, that’s cute, they’re sucking their thumb.” John chuckled “Oh yeah, that’s sweet.” Alexander said “Yeah.” Lafayette looked back at the photo “It really is.”

#marquis de lafayette #hamilton imagine #lafayette imagine #lafayette fanfic #lafayette x reader #hamilton #hamilton fanfic #lafayette

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boredonatuesdaynight · 7 years

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Baby?

Summery:Alex, your boyfriend, has been drinking a lot lately so it didn’t suprize you when you go a text to go pick him up. But something tells me that he will be drinking a lot more now. hint: its angst|

|Warnings: Death, Drinking or Drunks, Cussing, and really really sad shit|

|A/N: This shits sad and has bad grammer sorry. But it wasn’t planed to go this sad sorry again|

enjoy or really just try not to cry

“Woah, ther’. Dint’ espests-ur-ah-think you be herr’. Alex slurred at you, his arm on your shoulder for support as he finished his drink right then and there.

“Don’t worry. We aren’t staying long.” You promised, grabbing the drink and throwing it away. He stumbled without you there, but finally found his place. Which was standing like a zombie on drugs.

“Dieu Merci! You’re here!” Lafayette yelled a little bit louder than the music and crowd around him. He pushes to get to us, worry painted all across his face.

“Well, I wouldn’t be thanking me just yet.” You fumed at him. And of course you were mad, you trusted your friends to take care of Alex while you were going to relax with some wine and face masks. But the text Laf sent worried you that even they couldn’t get him home.

You place on arm around your neck and he completely pressed all of his weight on you. You groaned and pushed up, his body straightening. Laf noticed your struggle and grabbed the other arm. It was way easier to get him to your car outside. Laf placed him inside as you stood behind the door, closing it when he moved out of the way. The whole time, Alex mumbled things he saw all around him. And if you weren’t so mad you would have laughed. You stood at the front of the car, leaning against the hood and talked to Laf and the other boys who just came out.

“I’ve never seen him this bad before.” Herc frowned, looking at Alex who was eyeballing your ass against the hood.

“I have.” John grinned. All three of them were drunk, no doubt. But all of them had a better way to handle it. Herc could drink 10 beers and be fine, and Laf could do the same. But John and Alex could not hold it in. John seemed way better than Alex.

“Well, I guess I should get him home.” You sighed. They all nodded. You walked over to Herc to hug him first and then the other boys. Just as you pull away from the tight hug from Herc you heard a fierce tapping noise on the glass. All of you turn to see what Alex wanted.

He frowned wide and was pointing at Herc. “Gets’ of’ my girlfriend!!” He shouted, which was a little mute to us because of the glass.

Herc stepped back, throwing is hands up. “It’s just a hug man.” He defended. But Alex opened the door, stumbling out onto the cold streets. Walking straight towards Herc, with fury in his dark eyes. All if us knew Alex couldn’t take Herc, but we were afraid at what he might start.

“Hey man, Hey!!” Laf yelled at Alex getting in the middle of the two. Alex didn’t take his eyes off of Herc.

“No! H-he tayings to gets’ her pregnand just cause I-I cannnt’!” Alex accuses Herc.

“Hey! Alex get back in the fucking car!” John yells at the drunken who was about to start a fight he couldn’t finish. But, of course, he ignores him. Alex had his finger in Hercs face, still yelling at him.

“Juct sauce I cann'ant doesnt mean I- you can!” He barked at him. You were mad no furious.

“Alexander James Hamilton! Get in the fucking car before I dump your ass on the side of the road!” You demanded, yelling so roughly that he stopped in his tracks. “Now!”

He losses any hope in fighting, with Herc and with you, and droops down. He slides his feet until he gets to the car. He looks back up to you, then gets in. You fumble in your pockets and lock the car. The child lock on now.

“Look I’m sorry I- I don’t know why he-.” You pause cause you know exactly why he is drinking. The same reason he has been drinking for the past two months.

“Hey, its okay really.” John comforts you.

“Is he like that because of the-”

“Baby.” You interrupted Herc, staring at the ground. “The baby that we can’t have. The baby that we want.” You mumble.

Everyone’s breath seems to stop at that, a little sound of gasps from them.

“The doctor said that Alex can’t make all of the ‘things’ to make the baby in the first place, so its not like we can go anywhere. So it’s just going to be me and drunk Alex for awhile.” You share.

“I’m sorry, (F/N). That’s got to be hard on you, and Alex. I’m so sorry.” Herc consoled.

“I mean its fine, its just. He wanted a child. He already picked out a name, he already knew it was going to be a boy, or so he thought. He already was waiting on a baby that wasn’t even there. I guess that’s why he has been drinking, cause ever since that day, two months ago he-. Guys, he wanted to be a father so bad! He wanted to be better than his!” You sniffled. Talking about it hurt your heart. Alex deserves that kid more than anything. He deserves it.

“Do you want us to drive you home?” John asked. You shook your head yes, and let him carry you back to the car. You sit in the back, with John next to you, Herc gets in the car they brought here, and Laf sits in the front to drive. As you all get onto the highway, you notice that Laf was swaying a little, and you begin to worry. Just as you try to ask him, and loud noise goes off.

Boom.

The car. It’s in flames. Everything is in flames. Shit. Your head. Lafayette’s leg. Johns back. Alex’s girlfriend.

Your-.

Lights, lights, lights, lights.

“Ma'am stay with us. Come on!” A girl voice calls out to you, you feel someone holding your hand. It’s Alex.

Alex.

You lay there, for hours on the operation table. All of the surgery seem to be failing. And the last thing you remember is Alex.

Alex.

He was right there, you were some where else. Both of you were happy, but he seemed different. Older. Both of you were sitting on a blanket, in the middle of a meadow. Both of you were laughing. Both of you were happy. Just as you look out, you spot a tree. Which didn’t seem to be there just a moment ago. Around it was a little boy, maybe 1. And he’s crying. Alex runs to get him, he is running down hills and the grassy meadow to get to the crying baby. He picks it up, and smiling he says.

“Can I call you Phillip?”

The baby giggles at his new name and Alex lights up looking back to you. You laugh at how happy he was as he carried the baby back. Sitting down, he hands you the baby he so gracefully called Phillip.

This was what Alex wanted, a son. A kid. And what shook you the most was how much he looked like Alex. Could it really be his?

“Mr. Lafayette and Mr. Laurens will make it.” He informed the shaking man. Herc was right next to him, also shaking. Both of them waiting for the rest of the news.

“And what about (L/N)?” He breathed, knowing that he was going to wrong about you. He said the whole time you were fine, that you were happy. And maybe you were. Happy with him, and with the young boy. Happy with Phillip.

“She died from major blood loss and head trauma. The baby is also dead. I’m so sor-.”

“Baby?”

“She was 8 weeks pregnant, sir.”

No. Phillip.

#baby #hamilton #alexander #hamilton obc #angst #sad #lafayette #john laurens #hercules #drunk

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my-hyperfixation-nation · 7 years

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For a one shot prompt: Hamliza w/the gang playing Truth or Dare and the gang is trying to get Alex and Eliza to admit that they like each other by giving them great dares!

Cute idea! I’m so behind on these I’m so sorry all! Still - remember requests are open and while I’m no Lin with my writings I’m not bad!

~~~~~

This was a bad idea. Twenty five minutes into truth or dare and Alex was beginning to pick up on that. Already Peggy was half drunk - much to Angelica’s dismay - Laf was clad in a tutu and nothing else, Maria had shaved half of her head - though it looked good on her - Thomas and Herc kissed and James had to eat the pizza in the fridge no one dared to touch, John had sexted George while blocking his number, and Angelica had to tongue kiss Burr.

Alex could tell he was next.

And he knew roughly what they were planning.

Eliza, on the other hand, had known this was a bad idea as soon as the ‘T’ left Laf’s lips. Truths had been spilled, and at this point their night was turning to look like Hangover Part IV. Her and Alex so far had the simple dares, but with everyone moving about they’d been forced so close to each other she could practically hear his heart beat.

Or was the hers?

She sighed, watching as Angelica spun the bottle. It spun, creeping slower, the head turning towards her and Alex when it stopped on…

She sighed in relief. Lafayette.

“Let’s do this!” He cheered, throwing his arms in the air.

“Alright Laf, truth or dare?”

Looking down at his outfit he frowned, sharing a look with Angelica. Understanding he smirked.

“Truth mon ami!”

“Laf you speak English better than half of us you can stop that.” Herc groaned, Peggy leaned against him started giggling.

Laf sent a dead face. “Je parlerai seulement en français, Hercules.”

Alex laughed, “Je serai le seul à comprendre mais,” He shrugged, “Fais le!”

“English, please.” John threw a pillow at Alex, who fell against Eliza’s side, laughing as he threw it back.

“Anyway, truth, Laf?”

“Oui.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Okay then, is it true you’d fuck Washington if you were given the opportunity?” Alex choked on his beer, Eliza let out a strangled laugh at her sister’s choice of words.

“Hey now - “

Laf interrupted, “Yes.”

“Lafayette what the hell!”

“I’m sorry baby, but have you not seen that man?” He fanned himself. “Ce que j'aimerais que cet homme me fasse…”

“I don’t know what you just said but I feel hurt by it.”

“It’s a good thing only Jefferson and I speak French.” Alex murmured into Eliza’s ear, half realizing what he was doing, her face turning bright red.

It didn’t go un-noticed.

“Mon petit lion! It is your turn!” Laf exclaimed, shoving Herc away from him who pouted while leaning on Peggy who was drunkenly stroking his head.

“You didn’t even spin the bottle Laf.” Rolling his eyes he spun it, stopping it himself to land it on Alex.

“There! Now, truth or dare.”

“Dare I guess?” Oh man why did he say dare?

“Kiss who you think is the prettiest girl in the room! Notice how I said girl because if I said person I would hands down beat you all!” Laf yelped, falling backwards as James hit him with a pillow, laughing as he refused to sit back up.

His whole face was red. His whole body was probably red too. He could feel the tips of his ears turning red, hands sweating. Why did he say dare?

Eliza, on the other hand, felt her body flood with disappointment. She loved her sister, but she wouldn’t be able to bear seeing Alex kiss her. He was smitten with Angelica - anyone could see that.

She’d be fine.

She was lying.

Oh God, she felt herself choking up, zoning out. If she didn’t pay attention she wouldn’t have to see it. If she didn’t see it then -

Alex, quick as he could, finger hooked under her chin, turned her so she was looking at him. Face flushed redder than ever, heat radiating from his cheeks, eyes shut, quickly but with no less tenderness or care kissed her lips.

He pulled back after a few seconds, but Eliza felt like he had kissed her for ages. When he sat down, face aflame, he faced the center of their circle. Everyone was silent, eyes wide and mouths dropped.

“It’s about time!”

“Get it Alexander!”

“Ayyyyy!”

Eliza blushed, face matching Alex’s as everyone screamed praises at them. Nothing was said between the two as the game continued, the rest of them slowly becoming more drunk, no one but the two of them seeing when Alex slowly slid his hand over, placing it over top Eliza’s.

No one saw the dopey smile that crept onto her face.

~ ~

Everyone was either drunk or asleep. Besides Alex and Eliza. They were sat on the couch, binge watching Supernatural. Neither of them had said a thing since the kiss, but it hadn’t made them awkward, rather, relaxed.

Alex cleared his throat. Oh God, he wrote for a living - well not yet but whatever - and he couldn’t come up with what to say or how to say it. “So,” Eliza turned to him, “Would you - Are we, do we - “

“Dinner and a movie?” She cut him off, using all of her confidence, and he nodded, causing her to smile. “Great, Five Guys then Moana. Sound good?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds great!” He smiled, cheeks a light shade of pink.

“You’re adorable…” She said softly, causing the pink to become a tad bit darker.

“You’re beautiful…” It was her turn to blush, and both of them turned back to the TV, watching Sam and Dean talk, both lost at what was actually happening in the show at this point.

“Ayyyy,” Peggy slurred, leaned up against Angelica and John, “Eliza’s gettin’ some!”

Angelica sighed, a brief look of longing taking over as she looked at the two. They were both so happy - they’d been pinning after each other since they met at the school ball two years ago.

Sure she was smitten with Alex - he was brilliant, sweet, his eyes captivated you, they did her - but so was Eliza. And she’d be damned if her sister wasn’t happy.

John caught where she was looking, saddness filling his eyes too as he sighed, causing Angelica to turn to him. “You too huh?”

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the-plxce-to-be-archived-blog · 7 years

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Where am I...? What’s happening..? John opened his eyes slowly, seeing nothing but a pitch black room surrounding him, not a speck of light in it.

That alone put him on high alert, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. A strange sound to his left caught his attention and he jerked his head to the side, eyes wide to see a strange TV attached to the walls, slowly moving out slightly so he could see it better - robotic could describe it.

Then another to his right. They were both black, which confused him until the one on the left switched on. He furrowed his brows, seeing it as if it were in first person. The person was looking down at a letter, the writing looking fancy. It was held up so he could see, and he held his breath for a moment as he heard a voice sounding much like his own reading the letter,

Have you heard that I am on the point of becoming a benedict? I confess my sins. I am guilty. Next fall completes my doom. I give up my liberty to miss Schuyler. She is a good hearted girl who I am sure will never play the termagant; though not a genius she has good sense enough to be agreeable, and though not a beauty, she has fine black eyes--is rather handsome and has every other requisite of the exterior to make a lover happy. And believe me, I am a lover in earnest, though I do not speak of the perfections of my Mistress in the enthusiasm of Chivalry. Is it true that you are confined to Pensylvania? Cannot you pay us a visit? If you can, hasten to give us a pleasure which we shall relish with the sensibility of the sincerest friendship.

Adieu God bless you... A. Hamilton. The lads all sympathize with you and send you the assurances of their love.

What?

John shook his head, more confused than the start. As the person set the letter down and began to write their own correspondence, the screen went black and the one to his right lit up and drew his attention. He saw Lafayette, a young woman in his arms and big grins on both their faces as they danced the night away, not a worry in the world.

Back to the left screen, and he got to see Hercules with his family, none of the squad around them. He was happy without them, spending time with loved ones. Seeing his family again after he’d - John guessed - been through war, being able to return home to them...

they’re better off without you. John’s head jerked up as he heard what sounded like his own voice again. What he saw was what looked like him; same outfit of jeans and his “Nudist On Strike” hoodie, but his hair was messier than usual in his ponytail, blood covering his clothes and hands, bruises littering his body, his lip split... It was horrific, and he felt his stomach churning as he took in that sick blood covered grin and the injuries littering his own body.

“They’re fine without you.” This strange version of himself hissed, causing John to flinch. “You know they are. Alexander’s always had a thing for Eliza, and you got in the w a y. Lafayette and Hercules have their whole lives ahead and they keep putting it on hold because of y o u... Can’t you do a n y t h i n g right? Maybe you can beg dad to take your useless, weak ass back...”

John shook his head, trembling as he put his hands over his ears, but that caused the voice to grow louder, “useless, pathetic, weak, fag, freak!” John whimpered, looking down to see the blood covering his own hands, heard Alexander, Lafayette and Hercules laughing and talking about how weak and useless he was, what a w a s t e of t i m e he was-

John jerked up in bed with a shout, sweat soaking his clothes and blankets. He felt his heart pounding and he shivered as he looked around his cold, dark apartment, then looked toward his clock as he panted. 3 AM.

With a whimper, John fell back in his bed, laying there for a moment before grabbing his phone off the nightstand. He was so hesitant, staring at his messages from his friends before he messaged only one of them, the one he knew was likely to be awake at such a ridiculous time,

[Text; AHam] Un, duex, trois?

He didn’t know what compelled him to send that message; John had always heard and seen his friend whispering it to himself when he was panicking, maybe it’d help him too? But he doubted he’d get a response; maybe Alexander didn’t care or worse, he was asleep and John was stupid and woke him up-

[Text; Turtle Lover] Quatre, cinq, six

[Text; AHam] Sept, huit, neuf?

It was working. It was taking his mind off the nightmare still fresh in his mind, putting a small smile on his face. Suddenly, his phone lit up with a message to their group chat, the Hamilsquad.

[Group Text From: AHam] John’s been holding out on us, he does remember how to count in French! He lied to us, Laf!

[Text from: Turtle Lover] Shut up, Alex.

[Text from: Hunkules] Why the fuck are either of you awake its like 3 am

[Text from: Large Baguette] Que diriez-vous de toi tous vous tais-toi et aller dormir?

[Text from; Hunkules] Alex?

[Text from; AHam] Roughly, shut the fuck up and go to sleep. <3

John sighed, dropping his phone as their conversation continued, but a different text tone caught his attention, and he felt his heart leap into his throat to see three separate private texts from each of them, full of their own level of concern. He only responded to one for the night.

[Text; Large Baguette] Sorry, Laf. Texted Alex bc of a bad dream and he decided to be a dick.

[Text; Turtle Lover] What was it about?

[Text; Large Baguette] not important. im gonna try to go back to sleep, okay?

[Text; Turtle Lover] Do not cry, mon ami. You know we are in this together. We all love you deeply. Doux rêves, ma chérie.

[Text; Large Baguette] Te amo tambien, mi querido. Talk to you tomorrow.

With that, John actually relaxed with the reassurance, letting his watery eyes slide shut. He fell asleep with his phone in his hand, the stress and fear melted away entirely with just a few short words from his friends. He didn’t think he could ask for better people in his life.

#V; Chem And Art #𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 (My Stories)#𝓡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔯𝑦 𝔖𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔡 (Ham Laurens Laf Herc)#i actually wrote a story wow #again

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