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plxltra-archived · 5 years

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MUSE PLAYLIST !!

write down 5 songs from your muses playlist that give you the most muse, followed by the line/lines that hits them hardest!!

tagged by: @cryptbcts tagging: @swanwinged-princess, @reflectingliight, @luckyriceball, anyone who wants to steal this

1. Son of Man (Phil Collins)

Though there’s no one there to guide you / No one to take your hand / But with faith and understanding / You will journey from boy to man / Son of man, look to the sky / Lift your spirit, set it free / Some day you’ll walk tall with pride / Son of man a man in time you’ll be

2. The Tree on the Hill (The Lightning Thief Musical)

For nothing would slake it’s wrathful will / We had to make a stand / And maybe if I’d been a little bit braver / Maybe if I stayed behind to fight / But “maybe” doesn’t let me go back and save her / “Maybe” doesn’t make it all right

3. The Bro Duet (Jason Gotay)

No homo / Let’s find an apartment together / No homo / Let’s save money by sharing a bed / Looking into your eyes made me realize / That I love you more than you could ever know / My bro

4. You Told The Drunks I Knew Karate (Zoey van Goey)

We just missed the last bus home / So we walked it / Fueled by adrenaline / And when I said that I could do it all again / That was a lie, that was a lie, that was a lie

5. Stand Up (Galavant)

There comes a time in every tale / When the hero must prevail / Gonna be an epic fail / Unless you show some pluck / Once the training sequence starts / You gotta grow some manly parts / I’m talking big ones - off the charts / Or else the plot will suck! / So stand up! / And go for glory / Stand up! / Or there is no story / Stand up! / Don’t let your legend suck

1. Wait For It (Hamilton)

I am the one thing in life I can control / I am inimitable, I am an original / I’m not falling behind or running late / I’m not standing still / I am lying in wait

2. Razzle Dazzle (Chicago)

Give ‘em a show that’s so splendiferous / Row after row will crow vociferous / Give ‘em the old flim flam flummox / Fool and fracture ‘em / How can they hear the truth above the roar?

3. Radio-Friendly Pop Song (Matt Fishel)

But face it if you wanna break into this business / Kid, you gotta play the part / And you’ll never play a leading man / If you let onto your fans the truth about who you are / Just remember that / Girls like boys and / Boys like girls and / That’s the way it will be / Forever

4. You’re So Vain (Carly Simon)

You had one eye on the mirror / As you watched yourself gavotte / And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner / They’d be your partner and / You’re so vain / You probably think this song is about you

5. Favorite Son (American Idiot)

Well no one says it’s fair / Turn a teenage lush / To a millionaire / Now where’s your fucking champion? / On a bed you laid / He’s not the All-American / That you thought you paid

1. Don’t Stop Me Now (Queen)

I’m a shooting star, leaping through the sky / Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity / I’m a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva / I’m gonna go, go, go / There’s no stopping me / I’m burnin’ through the sky, yeah / Two hundred degrees / That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit / I’m traveling at the speed of light

2. Purpose (Avenue Q)

Gotta find out / Don’t want to wait / Got to make sure that my / Life will be great! / Gotta find my purpose / Before it’s too late

3. Model Behavior (Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown)

I’ve never felt so frightened and alone / I’m like a helpless little kitten up a - / HEY! I’M ON THE FUCKING PHONE!

4. Stand Out (A Goofy Movie)

If I could make you stop and take a look at me instead of just / Walkin’ by / There’s nothin’ that I wouldn’t do / If it was gettin’ you to notice / I’m alive / All I need is half a chance / A second thought / A second glance’ll prove / I got whatever it takes

5. Should I Stay or Should I Go (The Clash)

This indecision's bugging me (esta indecisión me molesta) / If you don't want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librarme) / Exactly whom I'm supposed to be (dígame que tengo ser) / Don't you know which clothes even fit me? (sabes que ropa me quedra) / Come on and let me know (me tienes que decir) / Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)

#dash games.#long post.#kirishima. || about.#monoma. || about.#kaminari. || about.#((most of these are showtunes. i don't listen to much else))#((i just kinda keep a mental tally of what songs perk my muses up and listen to them when i need a boost of muse tbh))#((abba/mamma mia also gives me really high kami muse for some reason but i couldn't figure out a good enough song for this))

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lost-in-the-hellaverse · 6 years

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Things as a Theatre Kid I have done or said: Hamilton Edition

(This all took places during the month of set building ,regular rehearsals, and Hell week rehearsals for Avenue Q: High School Edition)

While eating dinner in the choir room. We were all talking about Hamilton, and one of my friends was really good at My Shot he knew all the words by heart. So as he sang, one friend recorded us all as two other friends of mine and myself were the ensemble.

Friend: You can rap Satisfied but not Guns and Ships?

Me: It's the freaking fastest song in the show and on Broadway dude! Plus I don't rap that much!

Friend: Isn't he amazing! (This was the girlfriend of the guy I mentioned who sang My Shot)

Me: The man is non-stop! *Que all of us busting out laughing*

Friend: I wonder if Jefferson really did wear a purple outfit like that...

Me: He had his own unique personal style of dress...And he was dramatic, so I don't doubt it.

Me: So get this...I live on a street called Jefferson.

Friend: Don't tell me the street next to yours is called Hamilton or Madison!

Me: No...It's called Washington.

Friend: ...

Me: Hamilton doesn't seem to have Washington on his side anymore, but Jefferson does though!

Friend: ...Why do you do this to me?

Me: Because we are Theatre Kids and Hamilton Trash.

Friend: Touché Mon Ami.

Me: Lafayette much?

Friend: Hey, sing Burn again.

Me: Why? I just sang it five minutes ago.

Friend: ...

Me: ...

Friend: I thought it was recording, but it wasn't.

Me: Oh my god!

*Proceed to run after her as she records the moment she runs for her life from me*

*Stay Alive (Reprise) Plays*

Me: *curls up into a fetal position*

Friend: Oh no...

Me: WHHHHHYYYYY!?!?!?

Friend: There there Sam.

*Pats my head*

Me: Ready to go get food before we finish set building up for tonight?

Friend: I have ten dollars which is enough for Cook Out let's go.

Me: 🎵The ten-dollar founding father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter🎵

Friend: ...I signed myself up for that didn't I?

Me: Yes, yes you did.

*Two of my friends and I sing and dance the Schuyler Sisters while one guy sings as Burr.*

Theatre Teacher: You all are obsessed with Hamitlon more than I am.

*Opening Night, 20 mintues until curtain*

Friend: Hey, I'm charging my phone can you tell me what time it is?

Me: 🎵 What time is it? Show time

Show time, show time🎵

Friend: For frick sake I should have seen that coming!

Me: 😂

Friend: I know some French.

Me: Really? Oh wait just a-

Friend: 🎵 Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette

The Lancelot of the revolutionary set

I came from afar just to say bonsoir

Tell the king casse-toi

Who’s the best, c’est moi🎵

Me: 😑

Friend: Revenge!

Me: *Laying on my back on the stage staring into space*

Friend: Sam?

Me: I think I'm gonna die before we finish this damn apartment set.

Friend: You could say...

Me: Don't say it.

Friend: That you may not live to see our glory.

Me: *rolls over onto stomach groaning*

Friend: 😂

Friend: So I saw this quiz thing for Hamilton characters. I should have taken a screen shot but I forgot to cause I busted out laughing for a solid fifteen minutes. I knew all your favorite things and could answer the questions for you like you would have.

Me: And?

Friend: You got Hamilton and I got Burr!

Me: ...Yeah that sounds about right.

Friend: But I shoot you!

Me: 🎵I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When’s it gonna get me?

In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?🎵

Friend: Oh my god I am so done.

Me: I really do write like I'm running out of time.

Friend: STAP!

Me: No way cause I am not throwing away my shot!

Friend: Talk less

Me: What?

Friend: Smile more

Me: Ha

Friend: Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

Me: You can't be serious?

Friend: I am serious or I will find this quiz take it again and make myself get another person other than Burr!

Me: Well if you get Jefferson we are gonna have a problem.

Friend: I won't!

*Finds the quiz, I take it and get Hamilton. She takes it.*

Me: So who did you get?

Friend: ...Jefferson

Me: Ha!

#lol!#theatre kid #but i had been listening to hamilton all day and it occured to me #hamilton trash #hamilton #it took me awhile to remember #wow

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thenonsenseuniverse · 6 years

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Hamilton! Modern Au Platonic! Hamilsquad x Reader TRIGGER WARNING!: Suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt Summary: The demons had been haunting Y/N for far too long. Their brother, Alexander Hamilton, can’t help but wonder if things could’ve ended differently if only he had noticed.

*Y/N = YOUR NAME Y/S/N = YOUR SIBLING NAME (SISTER/BROTHER/ETC.) Y/G = YOUR GENDER *

They were always following them.

The voices in Y/N's head had been stalking them with every step they took for as long as they could remember. They taunted them and pointed at all their flaws and weakness. They made them feel as if there was nothing they could do.

"Y/N?"

They were snapped out of their thoughts and looked up to see their friends and brother all looking at their with concerned eyes.

Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, Aaron Burr and their older brother Alexander Hamilton was probably the only good thing in their life. They kept them happy and were always keeping an eye out for them.

'You know they only hang around you because your Alex's annoying little Y/S/N, right? None of them really like you.'

Y/N frowned as the black shadow of one of the voices leaned over their shoulder, grinning at them with a sadistic grin. It chuckled and flicked their face, causing them flinch. 'I mean why would they? You're just a nobody. An empty, broken shell who is nothing!'

"Y/N!" Herc whistled and waved his hand in front of their face. "Are you alright? We kinda lost you there for a moment."

'No. They're not alright. They're ever so slowly dying on the inside and is tearing themselves apart. They stay up every night thinking about every little thing they did wrong that day and cry. They're numb, and they don't even know why. Please help them. Please notify us!' The voice pleaded over dramatically and fell to its knees beside Herc as if it was begging him.

Y/N offered him a fake smile. "I'm fine."

Alex eyed them suspiciously when they said this. He knew they haven't been sleeping recently, the circles under their eyes proved that. He had a feeling that things definitely weren't fine.

Lafayette smiled at them and turned to the rest of the group. "I think notre ami needs some comforting. I say we go and get some ice cream, and watch a movie." Y/N could feel their cheeks warm as the others cheered at the suggestion. For a moment it sounded like a great idea, but of course, the voice couldn't allow that.

'They must think that you're so needy and annoying. Can't even take care of yourself, and now you're dragging them into your mess. Yeah, you're a great friend.'

They hesitated but shook their head at their friends offer. "You guys don't have to do that. I'm okay, really."

'Not just annoying but a liar too. Tsk tsk.'

John chuckled and patted their back as he got up. "Non-sense! We want to help you out, come on."

That was a good day. The boys were so hyperactive and talkative during the movie that it almost muted out the voices in their head.

They were really good for that. Alex seemed to just know when they needed support, and his friends noticed the changes in their behavior just as quickly. For a moment they thought everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

It was the week before finals. Everyone had been studying so much that they hardly had time to see each other. Y/N was in the worst emotional state that they had been in a long time.

The voice was constantly hanging over them, reminding them how much of a failure they were, how they'd never succeed. It whispered thoughts in their ears and made them feel alone. Its darkness had gripped on to them like a snake and was not letting go.

They were in their room, attempting to study for their history exam. The voice was rambling like always, never giving them a moment of peace.

'I just had a thought. So you know how your dad left you when you were a kid, and your mom died? And we both now that your so-called friends don't really love you at all, and wouldn't even notice if you left. So what if you just...disappear?'

Y/N stopped writing at this and glared up at it. "Shut up." They mumbled. The voice chuckled and began to circle around them.

'Oh, come on! You don't really think they'd notice if you left this wretched earth, do you? You don't seriously think they'd care?' It paused to take in their reaction, they were beginning to tremble and as their heartbeat sped up.

'Look at you! You're nothing! It's all you've ever been and it's all you ever will be! Nobody loves you, or wants you!! You're worthless! If you really cared about them you'd kill yourself and give them one less mistake in their lives.'

Tears were now running down their cheeks, as sobs quietly fell from their lips. The voice helped them to their feet and led them to the desk. Y/N's hands shook as they opened the drawer and took out the handgun that was in it.

The voice was softer now. It was gentler and welcoming, and simply inviting them to embrace the darkness. 'It's alright. It'll only hurt for a minute, but then you'll be free. You can finally be happy.'

Y/N shook her head, mumbling under their breath. "No. No, don't. Stop. Please, just stop." They cried out.

The voice wrapped its arms around them, and for a moment things were quiet. Things were calm. 'Do this and all your worries will be gone. Do the world a favor. Kill yourself."

"SHUT UP!!!!" Y/N screamed and spun around, they turned and shot at the shadow twice.

BANG BANG!!

The voice laughed out in rage as it looked in the holes in it's form. 'Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?! I'm here with you for the rest of your life, kid!! There's only one way out this, and we both know it!! Come on!!! What are you waiting for!!!! Shoot!!!'

They pressed the gun to their head

**earlier**

Alex smiled at Laurens and Hercules as they starred cluelessly at Lafayette. The Frenchmen was attempting to help them study his native language, but they weren't doing to well.

"Nous commencerons avec quel que chose simple. Mais, je besoin de savoir quoi tu sais déjà. As tu compris?" The other two simply blinked blankly at him. Alex sighed as Laf groaned and ran a hand through his curls. "You are hopeless!"

John chuckled and leaned forward towards the annoyed Frenchman. "Come on, Laf, you know that you-"

"SHUT UP!!!!!" BANG!! BANG!!!

The group jumped to their feet at the sound of Y/N's screams and the gunshots. The color drained from Alex's face as he heart raced, his body had been paralyzed at the thought of what just happened. Once he finally regained control of his legs, he and the rest of the crew sprinted towards their door.

"Y/N!!!" Alex cried out and attempted to open his Y/S/N bedroom door, only to find that it was locked. He pounded his fist on the door as his mind raced.

What just happened? Is his Y/S/N alive? Why was there gunshots? Were they laying dead on the floor? How the hell did a gun get in their room? IS HIS Y/S/N ALIVE?!?

"Y/N! Answer the door!! Open up!! Please, talk to me!!!" Alexander pleaded, his voice begun to crack as his breath became labored.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. D-Don't make m-me do this. St-stop. STOP IT!!"

A wave of slight relief washed over him as he heard Y/N's sobs from inside the room. But now he had a new problem: Who were they talking to and what were they forcing them to do?

"Mon Cher, who are you talking to? Let us in, we can help you. Just let us in." Lafayette asked, somehow remaining calm at the moment. The sobs only became louder, making Alex panic even more.

He turned to Laurens and Hercules. "Knock down the door. I don't know what's going on, but is not good." The two men nodded.

"Y/N, sweetie, I need you to step away from the door. We're coming in." Hercules warned before taking steps back with John.

"Don't. Leave me alone. Just leave...please. I just want it to end. It never stops. N-Never stops." At those words, Alex nodded at his friends and they charged at the door.

The moment it came down, they all fell into the room and froze at the sight. There stood Y/N, the Y/G who they all saw as a younger Y/S/N, tears streaming down their face, their body shaking like a leaf, as they held a gun to the side of their head.

Alexander couldn't even begin to form words at the moment, scared that any little movement would cause them to pull the trigger.

"P-Please. I-I don't want y-you to have t-to watch this. L-Leave me a-alone, let m-me finish this."

Laurens was the first to swallow the lump in his throat and raised his hands in surrender as he met the broken Y/G's eyes. "We're not going to leave you. You don't have to do this. We can help you through this. You're not alone. We are here with you."

Y/N visibly crumbled as agonizing cries poured out of them. "I'm just so, so tired. I sick of being numb. I'm sick of living! Why can't you see that!! I just want it to stop! It never stops!!!" They pushed the gun harder against their skull.

Hercules was the next to jump into action. "What never stops? What's going on? You have to talk to us, hon. Tell us what's happening." He began and took a small step towards them, causing them to take a step back.

"The voices! They're always there. Th-They never shut up! They tell me that I'm worthless. That nobody wants me or loves. No one would care if I left." They explained glaring at the space beside the boys where they presently saw the shadow standing.

They shook their head at this before standing straighter. "It's the only way to make it go away! The only to finally be free! I need to do this, I need this to end!!"

"I would care," Laf mumbled, there was a moment of silence as he took a step towards them. "Herc would care. John would care. The Schuyler's would morn for days! Hell, I'm pretty sure the entire school would be silent in shock. Most importantly Alexander would fall apart. Look at him! Look at how scared he is, right now. If you fire that gun, you might as well shoot him too, cause if you go down you'd be taking him down with you."

Both Alex and Y/N shivered at the thought of it. Alexander finally looked up to meet the other Hamilton's eyes. Tears streamed down both of their cheeks. "A-Alex?" They hiccuped.

He sniffed and began walking towards them. "Y/N...please. Please, d-don't do this. I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner. I'm sorry for not showing you how much I love you. J-Just, please. D-Don't leave me. Y-You're all I-I have left J-Just st-stay alive, that would be enough."

They shakily began to lower the gun, nodding their head in agreement. He rushed towards them, wrapping his arms around their broken body. Y/N let out shaky cries into their brother's shoulder as their legs gave out beneath them.

Alexander hushed and comforted them, as he gently took the gun out of their hand, and held it out behind him for one of the boys to grab.

Laf quickly took it, and emptied it of any ammunition, nodding at the others. They all rushed over to the broken pair and wrapped their arms around them.

"It's alright. Things are going to get better, you're not alone."

"We're here, we're not going to leave you. We're going to help you fight this. You're strong enough to conquer this. I believe in you."

"You are so beautiful and so strong. You can do anything you put your mind to. We love you so much. This is only temporary, things are going to get better."

"I know you are going through a hard time, and it seems like things will never get better, but I promise they will. You have to believe they will. You have believed there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and you have to fight for it. Please fight for it. Fight for us, but most important fight for yourself and for your own happiness. Because nothing's going to change unless you start doing this for yourself. We'll be right beside you the entire journey, here to support you when you're ready, but I need you to believe in yourself. And believe that you can be happy again. Can you do that?"

They nodded her head as Alex pressed a kiss to the top of their forehead. "That's my Y/G. You're going to get through this. I believe in you."

AN: If you guys ever get to this point, please don’t be afraid to reach out for help. It doesn’t make you weak, and it won’t make people hate you if anything they’ll be happy that you’re reaching out instead of suffering alone.

Please if you ever get to this point, know that you’re not alone, and reach out. The kids help phone number is 1-800-668-6868 The suicide hotline is 1-800-273-8255 There’s a text version now if you don’t like talking on the phone, I know I personally don’t. All you have to do is text “START” to 741-741

There is help out there, you can get through this. Please know that the best is yet to come, and you still have an entire life full of new beginnings and adventures out there. Please don’t make this the end when it’s only the beginnning.

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oceannocturne · 7 years

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Rules: Always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag 10 other people.

Tagged by @aini-nufire

1. Who is the most important person in your life?

Aw geez, I can’t pick one, my family as a unit let’s go with that :)

2. What was your least favourite subject in school?

Math of any kind

3. If you could trade places with anyone on earth for one day, who would it be?

Ok but would it be my awareness with their knowledge and memories, or just me in their body, or like me but in their situation...? It depends. If it’s the latter, then someone who has best-seat-in-the-house tickets to Hamilton on Broadway on the day the tickets are for ;)

4. How did you discover Supernatural and why did you decide to watch it?

I’m a human being with a tumblr account who got into Doctor Who and Sherlock her freshman year of college. It comes up. I started watching it less than a year ago for no particular reason except that I’d been meaning to check it out for years and wasn’t under overwhelming academic pressure at the time so I could afford to dive in deep. I didn’t expect to like it as much as I did honestly. I normally don’t do scary.

5. Who was your role model growing up?

I don’t think I had one? I had many role models for different things. I mean I did a project on Joan of Arc as a kid, but I also wrote a poem about my mom being a hero in middle school, but I also admired a lot of Biblical figures so idk

6. Are there any local legends or myths where you live and if so what are they about?

Well I apparently live in the most haunted state in the US but as for local local...there was one house on the way to school some kids said was haunted, a big creepy-looking Victorian house with a front gate and everything. But no specific stories. Stuff my mom told me about where she grew up, that’s another thing :/

7. If you could abolish one thing that happened on Supernatural from its canon what would it be?

Just one? Aww...to be vague, Cas’ characterization from season 6 on. Specifically? Balthazar would still be alive and maybe even a part-time member of TFW if I had a say. (So would a lot of other people but he was the first to come to mind and if he was part of the time maybe certain other deaths coulda been avoided...)

8. What do you do on weekends to relax after a particularly stressful week?

Sleep in, hot shower, clean a bit, watch TV and hang on the Internet or write a little. Read fanfiction. Mostly stay inside and away from people.

9. Is there a headcanon about Supernatural you have never shared on tumblr?

I don’t have a lot of hc’s of my own for SPN, so no?

10. The Quote you want to be remembered by:

O que vai fazer?

(to be fair, it was advice my friend gave me. But it helps a lot)

My Questions: (it’s late and I can’t think of many, so stick with these but replace the Supernatural ones with:)

4. Did you have a favorite toy or stuffed animal as a kid? Details, names, colors, etc.

7. Favorite item of clothing, past and/or present?

9. Random vacation story/location. Doesn’t have to be your favorite or worst or anything, just something you want to tell the Internet about :)

Tagging @lilacsandfreedom, @primrosepathofdallliance, @pilferingapples, @alonza-alzimora, @plumwildflowers and anyone else who wants to do it! (also if I tagged you and you don’t want to do it, no pressure, you don’t have to :) )

#emms irl #get to know the blogger

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c-jacksonn · 7 years

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Missing You

pairing ; lafayette x reader

summary ; the need to see your husband has not only gotten you to america, but also lost in the big new york city.

words ; 1837

warnings ; badly translated french

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My dearest Gilbert,

I do hope that you are alive and well over in America. The sudden stop in returned letters has left me quite shaken and worried about you. As your wife, I feel as if it is my place to tell you that I have been questioning you returning home. How do I know if you’ve found another in the “Land of the Free”? Or that you now believe that we should no longer be married? But besides that, I would like to tell you that I love you, and I hope to see you very soon.

Your love,

Y/n Lafayette.

You sighed, looking around you. The area around you was riddled with people, shops, inns, everything. The road in which you traveled to get here were made of dirt, and the bottom of your dress now had a brown tinge to it, something you were sure you would be able to wring out without much trouble. But the roads here were all made of cobblestone, carefully lain to provide the image of elegance and care about one of the most beautiful towns in the up and coming America.

You had absolutely no idea where to go, and you were sure you looked like a foreigner “just passing by” with the way you were standing. You were on your tiptoes, trying to see if there was anything you were missing, though that was simply because you’d gotten used to being as short as you were.

Women were never given the nice end of the stick in the height department, sadly.

So, with a shake of your head, you ran a hand over the top of your head and stopped when the side of your fingers met the bun atop your crown. Tendrils of hair poked out, but otherwise, it felt kempt and managed-looking, especially since you had an image to keep up, being a Lafayette and all.

Taking a few steps in what you thought would be a good direction, you got lost in the view of Manhattan. Alongside the cobblestone paths were buildings of utter beauty – brown bricks, red bricks, maroon bricks, even white bricks made up the walls, the windows were all outlined in gorgeous white wood, complementing the freshly-cleaned glass it framed.

The yards were outlined with metal gates with spikes at the top, a silent message to tell people to keep off the grass and property depending on the time of day. The inns and stores were all clearly marked, their signs elegantly carved with precision.

All in all, it reminded you of the beauty of your home country, France, what, with how everything was cozily pushed together and even the buildings themselves practically floating in regality.

Snapping out of your gaze of the place, you focused back on your mission – find your husband. He had to be around here somewhere, but it would take asking people to figure out where that somewhere was.

Taking quick steps into a store, you walked up to the counter and cleared your throat, “Excusez-moi?”

The shopkeeper’s head snapped up from whatever he was doing and immediately a smile graced his face, “Bonjour. Comment puis-je vous aider?” [how may i help you?]

You were quite delighted to know that he spoke french, considering your English was very, how you say, on the rocks. “Je suis à la recherche de mon mari, Marquis de Lafayette?” [i’m looking for my husband, Marquis de Lafayette?]

“Uh,” the man cocked his head to the side, his eyes darting up to the ceiling as if in thought. “Je ne l'ai pas vu avant, miss. Je suis désolé.” [i haven’t seen him before, miss. I’m sorry.]

You looked down, sad to hear of such a thing. “Ça va. Je vous remercie.” [it’s okay, thank you.]

Bidding the man farewell, you headed back out into the streets, thinking about where else to check. Where is somewhere Gilbert would go with his friends? Or by himself?

You looked around for a pub or something, thinking that maybe he’d be out with a few American friends of his. Your e/c eyes darted around the left and right of the road you stood on, finding landing on a pub called The Inner Duckling. With a giggle to yourself, you walked over to the door and in, glancing around for any tufts of curly hair or tall, handsome men.

Due to your shortness, and the mass amount of men inside the pub, you decided to walk up to the bar and flag the bartender. “Hello? Excusez-moi?”

“Ah, hello,” a kind man came in front of you, cleaning a glass with a rag, “how may I help you?”

“Erm,” you struggled, “I’m, how you say, ah, looking for my husband?”

The man seemed to pick up on your inability to speak proper English, and although it looked as if he wanted to, it didn’t seem that he could speak French. “Well, ma’am, what’s his name, maybe I’ve seen him.”

“Marquis du Lafayette,” you said confidently, knowing at least that much.

“Oh, I know him! He’s always here with his buddies, Hamilton, I think?” He wondered for a moment before smiling and shrugging, “I believe he stays somewhere near Alexander. I can give you directions, if you like?”

It took you a second to comprehend what he’d said, but after a few moments, you got the jist and accepted his offer, “Oui, that would be magnifique.”

He nodded and jotted down a couple things on a piece of paper he’d found, also verbalizing his directions, with not only his voice, but his hands as well. Thanking him, you walked out without too many stares on you, and headed in the direction you were pointed to.

After glancing down at the napkins and getting stumped with all of the English, you found the house you were looking for, belonging to Monsieur Hamilton. Trotting up to the door, you knocked lightly, looking behind your shoulder and noticing the sun slowly drifting behind clouds that looked like cotton being strung out.

The door opening caught your attention, and you quickly whipped around to see a man about your height, if not two inches taller, standing. He had black hair tied back into a tight pony tail, a loose white shirt and dark brown eyes with multiple bags underneath them. “Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Bonjour,” you gave him a small smile, watching his eyes light up. Before you could continue, he had already beat you.

“You speak French? Is it your first language?”

“Oui,” you responded, looking over his happy facial expression. You hadn’t seen someone so happy to hear that you spoke a language other than their own, so this was more than a notable experience for you.

“Eh bien, alors que puis-je faire pour vous?” [well, then what can i do for you?]

“Je suis à la recherche de mon mari, Marquis de Lafayette?” You weren’t sure why saying the question for a third time felt extremely repetitive, but it just did. [i’m looking for my husband, marquis du lafayette?]

“Mari?” The look in Alexander’s eyes was pure shock, which confused you. “Je veux dire, ouais. Je sais où est Laf, donnez-moi une minute rapide.” [husband? I mean, yeah, i know where laf is, give a me a quick minute.]

He ducked behind the door, his voice ringing out and your husband’s name leaving his lips. “Lafayette! Someone is here to see you!”

Heavy footsteps were heard as who you presumed was Gilbert came down the stairs. Monsieur Hamilton opened the door all the way and let you in with a quick wave of the hand, shutting it softly behind you. You thanked him with a smile and smoothed down the front of your dress, the smile still faint on your lips as you saw your tall love trot into the room.

He looked absolutely amazing. He had grown scruff, and knowing him, it was precise, neatly cut scruff. His hair was tied back, like always, in a poof on the back of his head, and his brown eyes sparkled with curiosity as he looked toward his friend. His clothes were much like Alexander’s, just with strings at the neck instead of just a straight v.

“Mon amie, who is it?” His voice was almost tear worthy after not hearing it for so long, and you almost couldn’t hold back the water brimming your eyelids.

“Her,” Alexander gestured to you, “she says she’s your wife.”

Gilbert’s eyes widened as he looked over to you. He looked you up and down for a second, his mouth slightly opening in shock. “Mon amour, vous êtes ici?” [my love, you’re here?]

“Oui, ma chérie,” you answered in a whisper, starting to walk toward him.

He quickly closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. In that moment, you felt nothing but secure and loved, like he was your drug and your withdrawal had made you empty, but since he was here, you were no longer without meaning.

Warm tears began to slip down your face as you looked up at your husband, placing a soft hand on his cheek and watching as his eyes fell closed and he leaned against it. “Mon amour.” His words were whispered, but that only made it hit harder than being in his arms after two years did.

His warm hands pushed you closer until you were pressed against his chest and looking up at him. When you looked down at his lips, he immediately took the hint and ducked down, kissing you with so much passion you could’ve passed out.

Your lips molded together, and it felt so desperate, so hungry, you couldn’t stop your fingertips slipping underneath the hem of his shirt and resting against his abdomen. A quick clear of the throat brought you out of your reverie, though, and your lips slowly departed from Gilbert’s.

“As sweet as that was, I must ask,” Alexander looked up at Gil. You placed the side of your face against his chest and sighed happily, knowing this was all real. “You’re married?”

“Oui, Monsieur. Happily. I just haven’t seen her in so long,” Gil’s voice sounded sad, and you could hear the guilt laced within it.

“But you never told us?”

“It never came up. Why do you think I always declined flirting with people? I simply didn’t see ze need,” he shrugged, kissing your head as if to say “I truly stayed faithful, as I had promised.”

“Merci, mon amour,” you whispered, looking back up at him and kissing him once more. “Je t'aime.” [thank you, my love. I love you.]

“Je vous aime plus que tout, mon ange,” he responded. [i love you more than anything, my angel.]

“Hey! I’m standing right here!” Alexander called, crossing his arms.

“My statement still stands, Monsieur Hamilton,” Gilbert chuckled, hearing you giggle as well.

God, he missed you.

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Chapter 1

TW: uncomfortable topics: sexual assault/abuse/harassment. Abuse. Swearing) Name: Alexandra Hamilton. Gender: F Race: Caribbean

God, how I HATE this. I'm a 'girl.' I'm not a girl, I'm a boy. I'm Alexander, not Alexandra. Well, only according to my.... mom and.... brother. Not to my da- sir. Not to sir. I shudder as I relive the memory: Flashback~ "beautiful~" sir purrs seductively. I was forced into a skin-tight forest green dress. It hugs my curves and shows off.... the scars, as well as hickeys and bruises I 'earned' according to him. Gahhhhhhh, what did I do to deserve this?! After he left, my mother and I got very sick. She... didn't make it.... and then my brother passed in the hurricane that destroyed our town. Sir came back and found me. He'd always go to night clubs and sleep around and take drugs, and well, basically what they do in 'Lease.' (see what I did) Sad, ik. He then... touched me... and... I can't do this rn. ~Flashback over (after the plane ride. He's in NYC now) I submit my passport to the lady. She has fair skin, dark brown hair, and was wearing a light blue dress. She must've seen my wince as she said my 'name', because she said, "oh no. Sorry love. Come on back here, there is an error in the system. Mari, can you take over for me? We have a code: 626." Another woman, with darker skin, dark curly brown hair, and was wearing a red blouse and skinny jeans walked over. "Sure thing dearest," she kissed the other woman, who I learned is called Eliza. "you two are really cute," I whisper. "thank you! now, let's get you fixed up." She lead me to the back room. "Ok, size?" she asked. "w-what?" What is she planning? "Binder size silly." oohhhhhhh. Good thing I secretly sized myself before I left. "s-small," she smiles. Here you go! Now, go try it on, and here are some more masculine clothes as well." I smile and go to the restroom to try it on. ~He gets back~ "awww, you look so handsome!" she coos. "Heh... thank you ma'am," she waves me off. "Eliza's fine, dear. Now, lets get you to where you need to go." we head out with Maria. This may be a good year after all.

***

"You are a worthless fag! You are a disgrace to the Laurens name. You piece of shit," my father snarls. I feel his hand come in contact with my already bruised back. I bite back a yelp. He would only punish me more. What did I do to deserve this? My abusive boyfriend, now this? If only my mother were still alive. "What in God's name did I do to deserve you?! Get out! Now! You are no longer my son!" he yells at me. I can smell the pungent scent of alcohol mixing with the metallic taste of blood. He tore me to my feet and shoved me out the door. Not very carefully, mind you, I slammed into the door frame. I looked into his cold, gray-hazel, dead looking eyes, once filled with love- now cold- one last time before sprinting to my room. I threw my few belongings into a suit case and hail tail. I turn back one last time before heading to my friends' dorm. ~he arrives~ (be prepared for some Laurette btw though out the book, as well as Maurlens... oops :) ) "Laf! Herc!" I yell through tears as knocking on the door. It's opened and the tall Frenchman appears. "John, mon ami, qu'est-ce que c'est?" he must have noticed the tears, as he wipes them off. "L-laf I-I ca-" tears take over the sentence before I can finish. "come here mon ami," he opens his arms as I collapse into them. He picks me up and leads me inside. Hercules comes back in, and we watch 'The Noise of Song' and cuddle and it feels amazing to be with them.

*** (I' running out of ideas for this chapter... sorry) The continuing beep of the machine push aside every sense of hope. My father, dead. My mother, sick. I have to fend for myself. I've always had to fend for myself. In a blur, I leave. tears clouding my vision I go to my boyfriend's place. "J-james?" I knock. "J-J-James?" I knock again and hear a muffled "Oh shit," from inside. I use my key to see a sloppily dressed James. He looks flustered and he rubs the back of his neck. "yes love?" "My dad is dead," I start to cry and he envelopes me in his arms. "Let's call your brother," I nod. He calls my brother. In 5 minuets flat, my brother runs in with his friend trailing behind holding another young man. Dammmnnnn, he's cute. "Mon petite frere? What is the matter?!" "Da-" I break again. Damnit! Why am I soo weak?! "non non non non," Laf hugs me. Hercules joins in. The young man that was placed on the couch, awoke. He looked around. "Laf? Herc?" I feel them blush. ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... hehehe... "oui mon amour?" Mon amour huh? oo. Laf looks to me with wide eyes. Oof. "where are we?" Hercules goes and retrieves him. "My brother's boyfriend's place," Was the answer. "Oh," he studies my face. "we should all just stay and watch movies and cuddle and drown in ice cream together," I nod in agreement. So, that's exactly what we do. it will be ok.

*** All pov It will be alright ***

Soooooooo, first chapter coming in with A BANG!!!!!!!!!!! Don't expect them all to be so long. Welp. I hope you enjoy it. Please point out any erros and such, and I'll correct it! Revior mon amis!

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