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jo-the-schmo · 6 years

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Time’s Affections

A/N: Jesus Christ, this was an adventure for me

Word count: 2,350

Warnings: VERY NSFW, hella sex, like, all of it is sex. Have fun with that.

Tags: sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted to be tagged in! @sunsetleslie @hoshihime98 @phantastic-fandoms @arya-durin-51

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You said nervously. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to ‘do it’ because, you did. It was just that you were worried about it. He knew why you were nervous so you could tell he was trying to be supportive.

“Because I don’t want to do anything if you aren’t 100% sure, okay?” Phoenix asked. You nodded.

“Okay. I am 100% I want to do this.” You looked him dead in the eye, your breath having to be a little forced.

“Promise me that you’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind.”

“I promise.” You two has been dating for over a year, Anna and Roxie were going camping for a week during break and this would be the only chance you’d have without her around. You had brought up the idea to him while he was drying dishes and you were sat up on the counter. He would’ve spat out his drink if he had one. You never tried to think of Phoenix has a replacement to Philip. But, you did make comparisons from time to time, since you knew they had the same soul. They may have similarities but they were pretty different at times. Philip was always nervous, he’d use his flirtatiousness as a means to shift people away from that fact. But Phoenix was always open, always laid back and being himself. Unless of course it came to topics like this. He would always get flustered at the mere concept of kissing you. It was strange, the anxiousness still carried over, it just reversed itself. You didn’t really know how else to bring it up except just to say it, but he took it very seriously. You loved that about him.

He set down the bowl he had been holding and took your hand. There was something scared in his eyes and you already knew what it was. He was scared that he might hurt you. But you trusted him, you knew he’d never use you or belittle you.

“I love you, more than anything else in the world. You are the light of my life and I don’t think I’ll ever accomplish anything greater than just being with you. I don’t want you to think you have to do this for me, I mean, I want to, trust me on that....” he closed the the gap between the two of you and looked you in the eyes with the kind of love you’d only ever seen once before.

“And I trust you. I don’t do that very easily. So, I’m just gonna say this one more time.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for moment and then looked back at him with an unwavering gaze. “I want to have sex with you, Phoenix.”

His hand met your cheek, pushing back your hair. Thumb grazing across your bottom lip, his eyes trailed between yours and your mouth. Left, right, down. He let go of your hand, arm snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. His lips always felt angelic to you, in a way. Or at least what you thought would be angelic. Soft, warm, caring. He was beautiful, in all senses of the word. It was the same even now.

Your arms wrapped around his neck. Taking a light grip on his wavy curls, pulling them lightly. His tongue lightly encroached on your bottom lip, tracing it teasingly. He took a sharp inhale before stopping and pulling away.

“Wrap your legs around me. I’m taking you to your room.” He whispered, before you could, he seemed to have a thought. “Wait...I need to get protection!” He almost jumped away from you but you shushed him.

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Wh-why?”

“I didn’t want to assume...but I kinda assumed. Also, Roxie gave me advice.”

“You went to Roxie for advice?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah, she’s Pansexual so...” he chuckled at your comment.

“I didn’t mean like that, I just thought it was cute that you were asking questions.” Your cheeks turned red.

“Don’t try to embarrass me like that!” With his arm still around your waist be began to tickle your side. You couldn’t help but start laughing and squirm around.

“I’m so sorry, my Star. I just can’t help it!” Your head fell into the crook of his neck as he stopped and you were catching your breath. You decided to take advantage of where you were.

You pressed your lips against the skin of his neck, you could feel him shudder against it. Deciding to not waste any more time, you began to nip at the most sensitive part of his neck. You felt his knees buckle a bit from the action. He took in a sharp breath and lifted you up off the counter. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him so you wouldn’t stumble.

“That’s it, I’m taking you to the bedroom right now. I am not having our first time in the kitchen.”

He kept you supported by moving his arm under your thighs to keep you up. You giggled and continued to softly bite his skin. You could hear him groaning under his breath while he carried you. After making his way, he turned the knob of your room and pushed the door open.

He laid your back down on the surface of your bed, still holding onto you. Your head hit your pillow which finally gave Phoenix the chance to move without you kissing his neck.

“Let’s see how you like it.” He hinted with a glint in his eyes. He trailed fluttering kisses down your neck and collarbone. His hand began to lift the edge of your t-shirt as his finger tips grazed your sides. You hurried the process and pulled your shirt off for him, which elicited a smirk from him. “Eager, are we?” You nodded.

Placing his hands on either sides of your waist as he shifted himself down. His lips stopping to meet your flesh every few inches. Your breathing was already heavy, you weren’t sure what would happen as this continued but you liked that. You arched yourself up when you felt him grip the band of your pajama bottoms.

“S-sorry, I didn’t get more dressed up for this...” You muttered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful.” His voice was low, even if he was trying to be sexy, his sweetness still showed the most. You were so caught up in that thought that you hardly noticed your underwear being tugged down. It wasn’t until you felt his slightly parted mouth against your clit. You gasped, mostly because of the sensation, but also out of surprise.

You bit your bottom lip, it was hard to describe what it felt like as Phoenix dragged his tongue in small circles. It was even more difficult when he started to suck on it. It was like being wrapped in a tight silk, nice but mildly restraining. Definitely nicer than the time that actually happened. His tongue slipped down-

“You’re cute when you’re all flustered.” You squeaked.

“It would be nice if the love my life would stop being so mean to me all the time!” He said quickly with pink cheeks. You kissed him again, more deeply this time. His hands tugged on the back ruffle of your jacket. You slipped your tongue into his mouth but he quickly pulled away. “What did you just do with your tongue?!” he yelled quietly.

“What? You’ve never done that before?” Oh my god, this was too perfect.

“No...but it was nice.” He said bashfully. You couldn’t help but kiss him again. The middle of your dress pressed into his leg as you leaned yourself more heavily against him. He pulled away again.

“Hm?”

“We should stop, I’d get killed if someone saw us.” You nodded at his statement.

“You’re right, but I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” You winked.

“I enjoy all time I spend with you!”

“I hope so, Phil-

-oenix!” You panted as he slowly pushed himself into you, letting your walls adjust to him.

“I know, Star. Just relax for me, alright?” He soothed. He waited patiently for you to calm yourself.

“O-okay, y-you can move now...” You whimpered with closed eyes. He leaned down and pecked you on the lips.

“I’m going to start slow, we’ll go at your pace.” He stayed true to his word. His movements were slow and sensual. One hand lifted you up slightly while he went at a steady pace. You could tell he was trying to keep it together but it was obvious from his staggered breathing as he pushed that he wanted more. And you agreed with that.

“Faster...” You whined as your hand gripped his wrist to punctuate your desire. You heard him grunt deeply, not hesitating to do just that. The pressure inside of you only deepened as he thrusted, it wasn’t so bad that it was uncomfortable. It only made you more excited. You let out a long moan that you weren’t expecting to make.

“A-aah…hhhahh…”

“Good lord...you sound like a fucking angel. I want to hear that again.” His voice shook you to your core. His voice was different than it was before. It was more needy, sexual, and it was fucking hot for some reason? “Let me hear it again.” He broke the rhythm with a sharper push then you were expecting and it only made you get louder.

“Mmmmffffuck!” It felt amazing. He slowed down again. “Don’t stop...please...”

“Did you like that, my star?” ‘My star’ rolled off his tongue in a whole new way that you weren’t used to but this whole situation was driving you crazy. You nodded vigorously.

“M-more...I want more...” you cracked open your eyes and stared up at him.

“You look like a goddess looking at me like that. I really don’t deserve you.” He met your request and-

“You’ve really gotten a hang at this.” You breathed as he pulled away from you.

“I’m a fast learner.” He winked, lips a little red and swollen from kissing for so long. “You drive me crazy. You know that right?” You raised an eyebrow, he elaborated. “Your lips are just sweet. I haven’t tasted anything better in all my years...” he pressed you into the wall a little harder as he leaned into your ear. “It makes me wonder...do other parts of you taste as exquisite?” Your breathing hitched. “Of course, I wouldn’t do it if you did not wish for it...” his hand left your face, traveling down your arm and grabbing your wrist. “Does it not just seem a tad too easy...” he pressed your palm into the side of your skirt, making your fingers make a fist around it’s fabric. Then, he pulled your arm up a little, your dress following. “For me to just go under your dress and find out?” You have never felt so much sexual tension in your entire life. “After all, you did just say I was getting a hang at using my tongue.”

“You know...I’d let you, if you really wanted to...” you weren’t expecting him to let go of your hand and move a few inches back. He looked down into your eyes.

“You’d let me and wanting it are not the same thing. I wish to have you in all senses of the word, but that goes both ways, only if you’d have me. As I said, it’s all a bit too easy for me. I am going to wait for you, however long it takes, even if it never comes. I’ll still wait for you.” He pecked your lips. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t have my fair share of fun. I think I have met my quota for the day.” He chuckled and pulled away from you. You were honestly in shock. He left your room, closing the door behind him.

“He... did he just fuck with me that hard that I couldn’t even say anything? How the hell?! God damnit! I’ve never been so sexually frustrated like...ever! How does he do that?!” You buried you face in your-

“I love you so fucking much!” Phoenix pulled you up by the waist, your bare chests hitting into each other. “You’re so close, I know you can do it, I’m almost there too.” Your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair. The pressure that was building up in the pit of your stomach finally rushed out in a wave of pleasure while you could hear him let out a long groan.

“Phoenix...” you let out a final moan that was muffled by his shoulder.

“Shhh, I know...just let it ride out. Go ahead and pull my hair if you need to.” He informed shakily. Your body was quivering from all the released tension. You didn’t even realize you had been tugging his hair while it happened. He lifted you up enough to pull himself out of you, itself being a strange sensation.

It was kinda hard to breathe. Phoenix buried his head into your hair. He ran his fingers up and down the skin of your back, cooing at you in a soft voice.

“You need to breathe, Star. Your heart might get you in trouble.” You nodded into the crook of his neck, taking as deep of breaths as you could. He leaned himself to lay you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you.

Your eyes were shut tight as you heard him toss something in the trash can next to your bed. You felt his hand brush away some of the stray hairs over your face. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I love you too, Phoenix...Sorry I made you wait so long...” you smiled. He shook his head.

“You were well worth the wait, Y/N.”

#i love consenting relationships #can’t you tell???

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jo-the-schmo · 7 years

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Breaking... (Epilogue 3/3 FINALE)

Link to part 2/3 (Masterlist will be updated tonight!)

A/N: This is it guys! The final part of the main series! I’m a bi nervous but I hope you all like it!

Wordcount: 4198

Warnings: Language???

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Is Now Repaired

The scene suddenly turned dark, a heavy piano sound filling the room.

Eliza: “Stay alive… Stay alive….”

Alex: “Where is my son?”

Male EN member: “Mr. Hamilton! Come in, he came in a half an hour ago. He’s covered in blood-“

Alex: “Is he alive?”

Male EN member (Doctor): “Of course, you misunderstand. The bullet entered just above the girl’s eye, struck as she-“

Alex: “Can I see them, please?”

Doctor: “I’ve done everything I can, but head wounds are prone to excessive bleeding…”

Alex moved across the stage, revealing Philip sitting beside Titania as she lays down.

Alex: “Philip!”

Philip: “Philip

Pa!

I did exactly as you said, Pa

I held my head up high…”

Alex: “I know, I know, shh (Philip: “I…)

I know, I know, shh (I…”)

I know, you did everything just right, shh

Philip: “Even before we got to ten (Alex: “shh)

She was pushing me aside (I know, I know, shh”)

She was pushing me aside!

Alex: “I know, save your strength, she can stay alive!

(Eliza: AhhhhhhAhhhhhh~) (EN: “Statisfied…”)

Eliza!”

Eliza: “Is he breathing, is he going to survive this? (Titania: Look around…Look around)

(Philip: “She’s still breathing; she is going to survive this!)

Who did this, Alexander, did you know?” (Titania: At how lucky I am to be alive right now…)

(Philip: I did this! Oh my star, I love you so!”)

Titania: “Philip, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t let you die before me…”

Philip: “My love…”

Titania: “We played piano…”

Philip: “I could teach you piano…”

Titania: “You would put your hands on mine…”

Philip: “I would always change the line…”

Titania: “Shh, I’m satisfied…”

Philip: “I would always change the line!

Titania: “Shh, I’m satisfied…”

Philip/Eliza: “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf

(Titania: “Philip, you outshine the morning sun…”)

Eliza: “Good!”

Philip/Eliza: “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf”

(Titania: “I love yo-“)

The lights darkened around her face and she went limp.

Philip: “Sept-huit-neuf…

Sept-huit!”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. Philip clutched onto the woman, he covered his mouth and made some sort of horrified sound. It wasn’t a scream, more like a distressed sigh. That was it, that was you. You died before he had a chance, before either of you had a chance. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was so weird to see yourself die but not have it actually be you. It was weird to see someone who looked like the person you loved look so hurt. But it wasn’t him.

Angelica: “There are moments that the words don’t reach

There is suffering too terrible to name

You hold your child as tight as you can

Then push away the unimaginable

The moments when you’re in so deep

Feels easier to just swim down

And so they move uptown

And learn to live with the unimaginable”

Philip: I spend hours in the study…

I’ve read this letter before

And its quiet uptown

I don’t like the quiet anymore…

Father takes us to church on Sunday

Makes the sign of the cross at the door

And we pray…

That never used to happen before…

EN: “If you see him in the street, walking by himself

Talking to himself, have pity”

Philip: “My star, you wouldn’t like it uptown

It’s too quiet uptown.”

EN: “He is working through the unimaginable

His life has gone grey, writes to her everyday

They say he hears her voice as he reads!”

Philip: “You knocked me down, I fall apart…”

EN: “Can you imagine?”

Eliza: “Look at where you are, look at where we started

We know you don’t deserve this, Philip

But talk to us, that could be enough!”

Philip: “If I could spare her life, if I could trade her life for mine

She’d be standing here right now

And she could smile! That would be enough!

Alex: “I know you can’t ignore the challenges you’re facing

I know there’s no replacing what you’ve lost

And we all need time…”

EN: “If you see them in the street, walking by his side

Talking by his side, have pity.”

Alex: “Philip, do you like it uptown?

It’s quiet uptown.”

EN: “They are trying to do the unimaginable

See him walking in the park, long after dark

Taking in the sites of the sky!”

Philip: “Look around, look around, I’m helpless!”

EN: “He is trying to do the unimaginable!”

Angelica: “There are moments that the words don’t reach

There’s a grace too powerful to name

We push away what we can never understand

We push away the unimaginable

He is standing at her unmarked grave

There are too many words to write

He hangs his head…”

Titania: “It’s quiet, my love…”

EN: “Forgiveness, can you imagine?

Forgiveness, can you imagine?

If you see him in the street, walking by their side

Talking by their side, have pity

Look around, look around

They are going through the unimaginable…”

If you weren’t sure before, you certainly were now. This man was an actor, it was his job to act like the character but he wasn’t actually the person. You didn’t believe in soulmates, and falling in love certainly didn’t change that. That was the thing though, you fell in love with Philip Hamilton. He was awkward, he tried to be sly to hide it, he was anxious, constantly worried, loving, funny, and kind. You knew him, you could tell how he was feeling just by looking at him most of the time. You could just feel that this wasn’t him. It made your heart hurt too much. Philip…I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! At this point you were full on sobbing in your seat. I miss you…I miss you so much! I love you so much… You didn’t want past tenses; you knew he was dead. You were centuries apart, dead stars and set suns separate you. What were you going to do? The next song came in and you were disappointed with Alex. Why couldn’t you just stay alive, Alex? This isn’t what you were supposed to do! Even though you knew, this was always what he was meant to do. All of the next song was the same except for just one line.

Burr: “Now I didn’t know this at the time

But we were near the same spot his son cried (Alex: “Near the same spot my son cried!”)

Is that why

He examined his gun with such rigor?”

Alex’s death hit you similarly. It was sadder because the man looked like someone you knew, not because it was actually that person. The final song came on and like the one before it, you only noticed one difference.

Eliza: “I tried to make sense of your thousands of pages of writing

You really do write like you’re running out of time!

I rely on Angelica (Angelica: “Angelica!”)

And our son! (Philip: “Sun!”)

While they’re alive

We tell your story! (Angelica/Philip: “We tell your story!”)

They are buried in trinity church near you

When I needed them most, they were right on time!”

You were glad that Eliza realized all the work she could do, but it still hurt to know what it took to get there. The show ended, everyone was applauding, you were too. It was a beautiful production, more so than you remember from just listening to the soundtrack. You and Anna cleared out of the theater.

“Alright, I will admit, that was pretty good!” She said, slightly impressed. You were exhausted at this point from the emotional train you had just been on.

“Yeah…it was.” You chuckled softly.

“Now it’s time to eat! We’re gonna walk since it’s not that far.” She informed.

“Is this the final surprise?” You raised an eyebrow, she nodded excitedly. You two walked together for a while and started to talk, which surprisingly was more comforting than anything else had been today.

“You excited for next semester?” She asked, you let out a puff of air in mock laughter.

“Excited? I still don’t know if I’m sticking with my major! Don’t get me wrong, I love history but sometimes I wonder if just being a historian is enough!” She rolled her eyes at your answer.

“Okay, listen up sister, I’m going to tell you what my Mama always told me. ‘Always run with the thing you love, never from it, or else you’ll lose sight of it.’ If you want to major in history, just do it!” She smiled, you stopped dead in your tracks.

“What did you just say?” Anna seemed confused.

“What? The quote? Yeah. It’s been in my family for years, it basically our moto at this point!” She laughed. You had heard that phrase before, that was the last thing Rachel said to you before she ran away. And that’s when it clicked. Anna and Rachel have the same eyes.

“Anna… I know your last name is Hansen but… What’s your mom’s surname?”

“My mom, uh… I think her last name was Spencer before she married my dad. Why?” You choked on the air for a hot second. Another realization came to you. Everything is reborn. You remembered hearing those words. It all felt like some weird conspiracy but it made so much sense. Anna is the descendant of Rachel. But that wasn’t the only thing. Angie… As Angie got older you had started to notice some similarities between her and someone but you could never figure out who. Until right now. There were some objective differences though. Anna was a bit taller than Angie, while Angie was more of an inverted triangle when it came to body type, Anna was curvier and plus sized, there skin was also slightly different shades besides their eyes being obviously different colors. But the face is what gave it away, same round and playful cheeks, same cocky smile. The personality was uncanny, self-assured, teasing, incredibly smart, confident to the max. That was all Angie…and all Anna.

“No reason…just curious is all.” You wanted to give her a hug but thought better of it. Maybe later. The two of you continued down the street, making a few turns until you came upon a street filled with people. Anna pointed at a building that appeared to be a restaurant.

“This is it!” She exclaimed.

“Whoa there! Isn’t this place a little expensive?” You asked worriedly.

“Well…That’s kinda the surprise! We don’t have to pay for it!”

“What do you mean?” You questioned suspiciously.

“You’ve been complaining ever since we met that you’ve never met my family. They’ve been wanting to meet you for a while too, so they offered to buy us dinner!” She said half excitedly and half forlornly. She led you inside and met with the hostess at the podium, the room was filled and there were a lot of people walking around. “Hello, I’m looking for the Hansen party.”

“Oh, table for ten! Right this way Miss!” The woman led you and Anna through the room, you had to squeeze past a few people but once you caught sight of the table you were a heading to, a ping of nostalgia ran through you. A man wearing black rimmed glasses, a dark green button up and black dress pants stood up, a wide smile on his face.

“Anna! My little angel! I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled Anna into a hug and kissed her cheek.

“Daddy, I just saw you last weekend!” She laughed.

“Doesn’t mean I still don’t miss you!” He turned and looked over at you. “Ah! So this must be the infamous Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” He smiled and held out his hand, you shook it and he looked at you appreciatively. “Thank you so much… You saved my daughter’s life, I cannot possibly think of a way to repay you.” You shook off the weird feeling nipping at you.

“Don’t thank me! Anna is my best friend, no one’s hurting her on my watch!”

“Well, I still feel as though I owe you. Perhaps the first step here is to introduce ourselves! My name Is Allen, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m a lawyer in case you couldn’t tell where Anna gets her interests from.” Allen, huh? “And this here is my beautiful wife!” He gestured to the woman sitting beside him. She had long brown hair and dark skin, she was wearing a light blue blouse and white pencil skirt. She was holding a napping baby in her arms so she couldn’t stand up but she smiled at you sweetly.

“My name is Elise, it’s a pleasure to meet you Dear!” Allen pointed to a teen wearing dark blue, he had really fluffy hair, not quite curly like Anna’s.

“This is my son Alem, if he asks you to spit into a vile, don’t do it.” Why does he only sound like he’s half joking? The teen winked at you.

“Hey there, cutie.” He said with a sly grin, Anna groaned.

“Don’t even try it, Bill Nye! Y/N is way out of your league!”

“The one with the headphones is Jacob.” Allen pointed to a preteen who was half paying attention to the conversation and half to his music. He had the ‘emo bangs’ that a lot of preteens seem to have, his left hand was covered in sharpie tattoos. “The one trying to hide his face in his shirt is Joseph.” Allen chuckled. There was a younger boy, probably about ten or eleven, who was actually trying hide inside his little button up shirt, he looked at you shyly. “Now onto the little ones, the red head is Wilson, the sweet looking one that’s staring at the pictures on the wall is Elia and this little guy here is Titan!” Allen gently patted the back of boy sleeping on Elise. The name struck you as odd.

“It’s a family name, as you can see most of our children are adopted but it’s a tradition to name one of the boy’s Titan and our oldest didn’t seem to fit it!” Elise informed you.

“Speaking of him, where exactly is terror number one out of eight?” Allen asked Anna. “I thought he was going to come here with you two.”

“I didn’t feel like waiting for him, too hungry!” She joked.

“Wow, I’m not even chopped liver I see!” A voice called out from behind you, you spun around in surprise and couldn’t help but hold your breath. You felt something almost snap in place. He was a little taller than you would’ve thought, wider shoulders, slightly darker skin, his hair was buzzed close on one side but longer and wavy on the other. Some things were familiar though, his eyes, although they were green, still felt the same, freckles were scattered across his nose and cheeks, the same sly grin that slow faded into a serious expression. “Oh, uh, hi…” He said awkwardly since you were standing so close to each other. “You must be Anna’s friend?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah! I’m Y/N…Nice to meet you…” Why does my face feel so hot?

“Nice to meet you too…you can call me Phoenix.” The Phoenix will rise, because I have demanded it… He’s the Phoenix… The ache in your heart finally made sense. This was him.

“Ew! Nix, not you too!” Anna said with exaggerated disgust. She pulled you into a seat next to her, Phoenix sat across from you.

“So that’s how you treat your older brother who gave you the tickets to the show he’s in! I could’ve resold them but noooooo!”

“Wait! Stop the presses! The show you’re in?” You questioned.

“Yeah! I’m in the ensemble, what did you guys think?” He asked excitedly.

“It was alright, you know I’m not really into this play thing, especially not after I have to hear about it from you two 24/7!” Anna sighed.

“It’s not a play thing! It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format!” He argued.

“That’s what I tell her! What’s it like being a part of that?” You were extremely curious and you just wanted to hear him talk.

“It’s amazing! Lin’s been thinking about having me take over for Anthony when he decides to leave.” He had a wide, goofy smile stretched across his face.

“Are you kidding me? Anna! Why have you never told me this?” You squealed.

“I have to keep his ego in check.” She snorted.

“What about you? You know what you’re majoring in?” He asked with genuine interest.

“History, specifically revolutionary and women’s history. Pretty obvious why I like Hamilton so much!” You laughed. All of dinner went like this, you were able to learn so much about them. Allen had a love for Shakespeare that helped Phoenix love theater. Elise was an author, and a rather popular one at that, who donated to several charities. Alem is top of his class and is hoping for a career in engineering and physics. Jacob is going to send in a portfolio to an art school this summer. Joseph at the moment is learning saxophone but he can play piano and flute as of right now. It was so fascinating, picking out all the similarities. You would have to be careful not to call them by the wrong name but it was just something that you had to adjust to. When everyone finished up, you said your goodbyes. Elise told you that she would love to have you and Anna over for Brunch next Sunday. You agreed, happy that they enjoyed you company. Phoenix tapped your shoulder and slid in front of you.

“Hi again, I uh, just wanted to say that I really enjoyed talking to you tonight… And um, I was sorta wondering if you would like to go get coffee or maybe tea sometime? We could talk about history or other musicals or maybe politics if you’d like… Honestly, we could just talk about anything. Wow, I sound super lame right now! You’ve just got this…sparkle to you. I can’t really explain it but I think you’re really interesting and would love to get to know you more…” He laughed anxiously, he cheeks turning light pink. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

“Sure…sounds nice. That is if you can handle my opinions. I’ll get your number from Anna and we can figure it out from there, okay?”

“Awesome! I’ll uh, see you soon then…” He smiled at you one last time before going down the opposite street.

“Why you gotta do me like this?” Anna asked, her arms crossed.

“Do you like what?”

“Alright, listen. If you’re going to date my brother, we need some ground rules here. Rule number one, do not bring him back to the apartment or else he will never leave. Rule number two, I want you home before eleven when you two are together. And rule number three, you can either break up peacefully or stay together forever. There are no in-betweens or return transactions!”

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever you say mom!” You linked arms and began to walk down the street, heading for your shitty apartment. The scenes looked so familiar, this was the street where it all began.

“Hey, look at this.” Anna pointed over to a giant lamp post, shining a light toward the ground. More specifically, she was pointing to the base of it. There was a piece of paper covered in clear packing tape stuck to the metal frame. Your name was printed on it in pink pen.

“Anna…that’s so sweet!”

“Hopefully things can go back to normal now…”

“Yeah, maybe it can.” You looked down at the ground as you stood in front of the lamp post. In between the line of the pavement, a single stem of baby’s breath was peeking through.

The sun will always rise again… I love you so much Philip, maybe this can be our for real second chance.

…

-4 years later-

You nervously cracked your fingers, standing in front of the door. You got this Y/N! You can handle anything! You’ve worked really hard for this, teenagers are no big deal! You’ve made many important discoveries and you’re only 24! You can do anything! You took a deep breath and opened the door. A lot of the kids straightened up and looked over at you. You shot them a comforting smile.

“Good morning, everyone! My name is Y/N L/N and today is both our first days. It is your first day in this sort of class and my first day teaching. As most of you probably know, this is Women’s History class, a new elective that I am pushing for to become more common in our school boards. You all are the first to experience this class at a high school level! This class is going to be challenging but not impossible and it’ll probably be very unorthodox. To begin class, I want to take role call and, if it isn’t too personal, ask for your pronouns so that I may refer to everyone properly! This also includes any unlisted names that you may wish to go by.” You pulled out your clipboard with a list of names and went around the room. Once you were done you pulled your stool to the front of the room and sat down. “Thank you so much! Now, we’re going to spend this first day getting to know each other and the main topic of this class. Don’t worry, all you guys in here! This class is not just about women! Women’s History merges in with feminist history and we will discuss several male feminists, both past and modern. Now, can anyone give me a name of a person they’d consider a feminist or someone important to Women’s History? Don’t be shy, it’s much more fun if we all get involved!” A person near the back raised they’re hand.

“Yes, Casey?”

“Um, Susan B. Anthony?” they asked.

“Very good! We will be discussing her later in the year!” You smiled, a boy to the left raised his hand. “Oh! Another volunteer! Yes, Ashton?”

“Sojourner Truth?”

“Amazing answer! Another one we’ll have time to talk about!” A girl in the front hesitantly lifted her hand. “Go ahead Nadine!”

“M-Mary Wollstonecraft…she was a philosopher…”

“Yes! She was very important in her time period!”

“Titania Taylor!” Someone blurted out, you head spun in the direction of the voice.

“Who said that?” You asked. A girl covering her mouth moved her hand and spoke up again.

“I did…Sorry ma’am! I got excited!”

“No, no, no! Don’t be sorry! Actually, you could say I’m a bit of an expert on Miss Taylor’s life. She was always my main study so I’m glad you brought her up!” You gave them the rundown of your plan for this year until the bell rang. “Alright everyone! I’ll see you tomorrow and we can start with the lesson plan! Have a good afternoon!” After everyone cleared out of the room you grabbed your phone. The screen was black and you looked at your reflection in it. You traced the scars across your temple, this morning you were planning on covering them up with makeup but you were convinced not to. A name flashed up on the screen. Sunshine Boy~ You answered it.

“Hey there beautiful!” His voice chimed through the speaker.

“I was waiting for you to call!” You said happily.

“Well wait no more! In fact, you should come out to the parking lot!” You hung up the phone, grabbed your bag and rushed outside. He was leaning up against a wall waiting for you. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him, giving him a little kiss on the nose. “Hey there teacher! How’s my star’s first day going?”

“Better than expected, that’s for sure! How’s Voices been going?” You asked, he scrunched up his face.

“Honestly, not great. Major writer’s block…or musical block? I have no idea!” He messed with his hair.

“Aw, I’m sorry sweetie! It’s good that you took a break though, that usually ends up being what gives you the most inspiration.”

“Yeah, that and you. You give me a hell of a lot of inspiration!”

“Well, I’m glad you came to see me but I have to get back to being a teacher! I’ll see you at home, okay?”

“Oh! That reminds me, we are going out tonight to celebrate your first day! Also…I have something important to ask you. You aren’t allowed to ask so don’t even try!” You rolled your eyes but you loved his excitement.

“Whatever you say, babe.” He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

““I love you so, so, so much. I love you more than anything else. You are my fallen star and I would do anything for you, you know that right?” He asked.

“Of course I do, Phoenix. I couldn’t forget that even if I wanted to. You’re the only sunshine that matters to me…”

“Good! I’ll see you tonight then!” He blew a kiss to you as he walked away and you made your way back inside the school.

I wonder what he wants to ask!

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Breaking... Ch. 15

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Part 13 Part 14 are here lololol

A/N: I’m not even sorry that it’s late and this is short, I’m very happy about this chapter.

Wordcount: 1419 (These chapters are short for a reason)

Warnings: Plot twist that’s great

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Breaking Expectation

The first month after Philip left was like hell. You didn’t know what to really do, it wasn’t so much depression as it was loneliness. You ended up pulling another Alex and write it all away. “Write your way out. Write everything down as far as you can see. Write your way out until you can look up and see that history and he have their eyes on you.” So, you did. You wrote so much that quills actually felt comfortable, your cursive was sure looking a lot better. Your fingers were black and blue from the ink, Alex think you’re becoming a bit too much like him. You wrote a letter to Philip every chance you got, telling him about how everyone is doing, how Willy is trying to take his first steps, how Eliza and Alex seemed to be more relaxed. You were really happy for them. You wrote basically a whole essay about waiting for Philip.

“Wait for him, I’m not falling behind or running late. I’m not standing still; I am lying in wait.”

“Love doesn’t discriminate, neither does life or death and especially not time. If there’s a reason I’m still alive when I easily could’ve died than I’m will to wait for him.” It took you awhile to adjust to Philip not being with you, joking with you, debating you, teasing you and it was definitely weird not having someone flirt with as a greeting all the time. From what little you’ve gotten back from Philip you can tell he’s doing well. He was nervous about making friends but in a typically Philip way, everyone loved him. He’s never felt so challenged work wise but he says that you’re still smarter than all of the other students there. You’ve been losing many nights of sleep, you always feel like you’re running out of time to tell everyone what you’re feeling and thinking. You decided to distract yourself from your emptiness by trying to work out this time travel business. You weren’t sure what your end game was but you knew it was important and that you need to get somewhere with it.

Let’s see…I was with Anna when a man with icy blue eyes shot me. I felt the bullet go through my head but I didn’t die. I woke up under the lamp post outside, no head wound at all. Just dried blood and a bruise that’s long gone now. The lamp post has a plaque under it that has letters scratched out, the only that’s visible is the term ‘nix’. Was I by a lamp post or anything on that night? Well, I was on the street so I had to have been by a streetlamp for sure. Does that have something to do with it? Ever since I came here I’ve had weird fever dreams and visions, what do they mean? I’ve blatantly changed history and yet the world hasn’t imploded or anything. Was it just a freak accident? Most of these questions you had no way of answering. But the lamp post one was at least worth a shot. You went to visit Alex in his study, knocking on the door he called out.

“I already know it’s you Titania, come in.” You opened the door and saw him writing as usual, glasses on and not paying much attention. “Was there something that you needed?” He asked.

“Um, yeah actually. I had a question about that lamp post outside.” He raised his head.

“What about it?” He asked curiously.

“There’s that little plague at the base of it, what exactly does that say?” You fidgeted nervously but he smiled proudly.

“It says ‘Phoenix’, we had that lamp post there to represent the rebirth of our nation and of my life with Eliza. We only had Philip back then, the war was still fresh on everyone’s minds but we were strong and grew stronger every day. We still are, if anything comes by to bring us down we will all rise up from the ashes and live because of it… Wait, why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason really… I just saw it recently and noticed that some of the letters were illegible and was curious.”

“Hm, I should probably have that fixed, it has been a long time since anyone’s really taken care of it. I’ll see what I can do later.” Which is basically ‘Dadexander’ for ‘I won’t remember to do this.’ You left him to his work, even more confused now than you were before. Phoenix…rebirth and growth, live because of death, does that mean something for me? As you pondered the hundreds of possibilities, you walked down the halls and noticed Angie going past you. She was walking slowly, more like she was sulking, her head hanging down low and her hair was out of its usual pigtail braids. This was odd for her, she’s always peppy and lively, seeing her so downcast made you worried.

“Angie? Are you alright, kiddo?” You called out to her, she stopped and turned to you, a very forced smile on her face.

“Of course! Everything is fine!” You frowned at her attempt to brush her feelings off. Stepping over to her, you put your hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

“Hey now, I know Angelica Hamilton and I can tell you’re upset. Now tell me what’s wrong before I get too worried.” She seemed conflicted, like she didn’t know exactly how to say it.

“I, um, I have a, uh…crush…” A crush?! Oh my God! Angie!!! You smiled happily and tried to hold in a giggle. Wow, now I know how Rachel felt…

“Oh that’s adorable! You have to tell me! I promise not to tell the others! Who’s the lucky guy?” She seemed even more nervous than before.

“I… can’t tell you… You’ll just be upset with me if I do. I mean I’m not even sure if it’s a crush, I just feel all fuzzy and happy and like I’m dreaming when I’m around them!”

“Oh, it’s definitely a crush! Please tell me! I won’t be upset, I swear! I mean, why would I be upset?” She bit her lip at your question and looked around like she wanted make sure no one else would hear. Why is she being so secretive?

“You’ll be upset because…it’s not a boy that I like…” She looked down at her feet, like she was ready to be scolded. Wait, not a boy? Then what…Oh! The smile on your face grew and you quickly pulled her into your arms, hugging her tightly.

“I would never be upset with you over such a thing! That’s wonderful Angie!” Angie seemed to relax a bit in your embrace.

“Her…her name is Rosemary… She’s got really pretty blonde hair and green eyes…” You pulled away from the hug and saw that she was actually in tears. “I’m s-s-so happy that I could finally tell someone t-t-that!” She hiccupped. “I felt so ashamed! I’m, I’m not supposed to like girls and-“ You shushed her and tried her tears with your apron.

“Shh, this is not the time for tears. You should never feel ashamed about love. Even if other people don’t agree, that doesn’t make you any less of a person. You’re amazing and I will love you no matter what. This isn’t a bad thing, this is a beautiful thing and I am so happy that you told me this!” You gave her a little kiss on the forehead to reassure her.

“Really? But, what about when I’m older? I have to get married! I have to have children! Don’t I?”

“You don’t have to do anything! You’re a strong young lady who can do anything she wants! I know this is a lot to deal with right now but you don’t have to get married to a man! And kids? Pfft, you can always take in orphans! Just because they aren’t blood doesn’t make them any less yours! If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you okay? You’ll never be alone!” You patted down her mess of curls and she smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N…” She gave you one last quick hug before running off down the hall. I’m so proud of her, I love that girl so much, she deserves all the happiness in the world! You tightened the cloth around your head and took a deep breath.

Even if Philip isn’t here, there’s always something happening at the Hamilton house!

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #hamilton the musical #hamilton an american musical #hamilton au #alexander hamilton #angelica schuyler #eliza schuyler #Philip Hamilton #lafayette #John Laurens #mulligan #james madison #thomas jefferson #aaron burr #time travel au #philip x reader #CAN WE GET BACK TO POLITICS

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