Hi, I write for Hamilton! You can call me whatever you like, she/her, high school student. Second child out of four, four girls. Things can get real bitchy with five girls (that's including my mom) in one house. You can only imagine how terrible it is when three of them are on their period. (my younger sisters aren't old enough for the "joys" periods yet) Been writing for at least three years, I have certainly improved. Requests are open! Masterlist: https://hamiltimebinches.tumblr.com/post/172459235705/hamiltimebinches-masterlist
Aww~ My writing’s not even all that great though... The only thing I can say about getting better is practice, practice, practice. That’s the only way I’ve gotten to where I am and where I’m going.
A/n: Just a quick story for our favorite Hamilton.
Timeline: Modern
Warnings: None
Words: 450
Philip Hamilton is many things. He is the oldest child and son of the Hamilton family. He is the son of the well known politician Alexander Hamilton. Philip is a poet and a basketball player, one of the best players. He’s good with kids and a dog lover. Most importantly, to me at least, he’s my boyfriend. Unfortunately, Philip Hamilton happens to be a tease. And not in the way you’re thinking you dirty creep... At least, I don’t think so... I don’t really know, we haven’t gotten that far yet....
Philip teases me all the time, using thing to his advantage. Like my height or more like my lack of height. What a jerk. I love him though. He likes to tease me by putting everyday things just one shelf higher than normal. Which makes me have to try and reach higher resulting in me having to get a stool or sometimes even a chair.
Philip also likes to take my stuffy and wave it just out of my reach. He’ll take my pens, books, food, my phone, anything really. Then Philip demands I give him a kiss in order to get whatever he took back! Not that I really mind but still! Does he really have to do that? If he wants a kiss he could just ask....
The teasing is an everyday occurrence. Eventually I got used to it and starting rolling my eyes every time Philip starts his shenanigans. It doesn’t even really bother me anymore surprisingly. But it’s not like he does it all day every day. Philip teases me for a little while then gives up on it.
Right now Philip’s refusing to give me a kiss as a form of teasing. I am standing on his feet and have my hands firmly planted on his shoulders. Once more I pulled down on his shoulders and rose to my tiptoes. I groaned as I once again failed to reach his lips. Philip chuckled and a mischievous grin tugging on his lips.
“Ugh! You jerk! Just give me a kiss already!” I huffed, grabbing a strand of his hair and tugging it. “And why should I do that?’ Philip asked with a chuckle. “Because, Chuckles, I’m your girlfriend and you love me.” I retorted with a small glare. “That is true. So I guess I could give you a kiss.” Philip said slowly. He swooped down and briefly placed his lips over mine. He pulled away as quickly as he swooped down with a small smirk. “Wha! Hey!” I exclaimed as Philip gently pushed me off his feet. He turned around and started walking away.
“Philip! Get back here! That was barely even a kiss!”
Can you do a fanfiction where Hamilton is crying Because of a storm. Preferably Set during the revolutionary war. I started a story where he gets sick and a storm in about but i would Like to see someone else put my vision into action. No romance please just brotherly love. Unless It with eliza. I love hamliza stuff. Love your work!
I’m sorry that it took me so long to upload your request! You can find it here. I hope you enjoy it!
Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens Friendship Story: Comfort
A/n: Normally I don’t take requests like this but I liked the idea and decided I’ll make an exception this once.
Timeline: Canon
Warnings: Just fluff
Request: “Can you do a fanfiction where Hamilton is crying Because of a storm. Preferably Set during the revolutionary war. I started a story where he gets sick and a storm in about but i would Like to see someone else put my vision into action. No romance please just brotherly love. Unless It with eliza. I love hamliza stuff. Love your work!” (Thank you!)
Requested by: @lilithbagle
Words: 1,353
“It seems they really are going to have to stay here with me tonight.” John muttered as he stood underneath the roof over his porch. The rain pounded down heavily on the roof. The sound gave off what sounded akin to more than one hundred soldiers marching endlessly, at least, that’s what it sounded like to him. Even though John has not spent much time in battle the sounds are something that will never leave him along with the screams and scenes of all the dead, many being his fellow soldiers.
A shiver ran up the young man’s back, it wasn’t just due to the coolness of the air that rainy night owned either. John remembered all to well those screams of pain; he remembered all to well how many of the men he had befriended fell to the opposing British army. Deep down he knew that he never wanted to go back to the army and battlefield but he also realized that he could never do that. John clung too closely to his beliefs of freedom, of how the British had no right to hold so much power over the colonists, no not colonists, Americans. They are no longer colonies of the British, they are their own nation. That is, as long as they defeat their opponent. John cared too much about his beliefs and ambitions that he couldn’t just abandon them now.
John took one last look at the overcast night sky then returned inside. Inside the house it wasn’t quite as loud but he could still clearly hear the rain pound down upon the roof as though trying to bring it down. He started treading down the hall, deciding to check in on the three that would be staying with him for the night before turning in for some rest himself.
As John was doing so thunder shook the house and for a split second a blinding white light shone through the window at the far end of the hallway. Even though the young man was used to harsh storms such as this one it still managed to shake him. By being startled he jumped letting out a small unmanly shriek. Unfortunately for John, he had been standing right outside of the room he had given to Lafayette to stay in. The door creaked open.
“John, mon ami, are you okay?” Lafayette questioned as he peeked through the doorway. Although he didn’t seem too concerned, in fact it appeared as though he was trying to stifle his laughter. He was failing quite terribly though. “I’m fine.” John grumbled, he had sincerely hoped to whatever god there is that he hadn’t been heard. Along with his prayers going unheard his dignity left him. “Whatever you say, but remember, if you’re ever scared and need someone to hold you I’m always here.” Lafayette teased, still stifling his laughter, with an impish grin. “Shut up.” John grumbled once more before continuing down the hall, an intense blush adorning his tanned cheeks.
John quickly checked up on Hercules, who when he stopped by was snoring loudly in the bed. John determined it best to not disturb him, especially after considering what happened the last time someone did so. John stifled a yawn as he made his way to the room he had let Alex have. By now he was growing tired and despite the thunder and lightning the rain was soothing him into a mood for sleep.
As John went to knock on the door of the room where Alex was all thoughts of sleep escaped him. He heard something, what was the noise coming from behind the door. He could not quite pinpoint it, it sounded as though someone was crying. That couldn’t be though. Why would anyone be crying, especially if the crying was coming from Alex’s room?
Instead of knocking, John slowly pushed the door open, looking through the small space the door had made. There siting on the bed was Alex curled up in a ball, his shoulders quaking uncontrollably. John heard a shaky intake of air and it confirmed his suspicions. It was indeed crying and it was Alex who was crying. But why would Alex be crying? What is the reason for tears?
John opened the door a bit more, slipped through the opening, and softly shut the door. “Alex, are you alright?” He asked softly, slowly making his way farther into the room. Alex tensed up and ever so slowly looked towards the new presence. “I- I’m f- f- fine.” He stuttered out unconvincingly. “I don’t believe that. What’s wrong? You can tell me. It’s not like I’m going to think of you any differently because you’re crying, we all do it every once and awhile.” John replied crossing the rest of the room until he was directly in front of the bed.
A tense silence filled the room, even the sound of the rain seemed to cease, curious as to what would come from this silence. The silence dragged on for what felt like forever to both parties yet neither was willing to back down. John was determined to know what was wrong with his best friend so he could help while Alex on the other hand was determined to not say a word, to try and save what little dignity he had left even if he really didn’t have to worry about that. With a defeated sigh Alex gave in to the pressure.
“It’s really nothing to worry about, John, but I suppose you’re not going to give in. It’s just that I- The storm- Ever since-” Alex’s response kept halting, clearly due to him not really knowing what to say or where to start. He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes, and let it out slowly. He opened his eyes once more. “I haven’t been the same since the hurricane, every time a storm comes through I- I, to be frank, become shaken.”
Almost as to prove what Alex said thunder rumbled, much louder than it previously had. He tensed and, even though he willed them not to, a few more tears slipped down his reddened cheeks. John took a few steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed, a comfortable distance away from his friend.
“I don’t, and never will, know what that was like for you, Alex. I realize that is something you can’t just easily move on from, that it’s probably something you’ll struggle with for the rest of your life, but... Remember Alex, there’s now people in your life willing to be there for you, to be your shoulder to cry on. Laf, Herc, your fiance Eliza, myself. We’re all here for you and willing to be of some comfort, all you have to do is ask for us to be there and we will. We’d probably be there even if you didn’t want us to be though.”
As John said all these things Alex watched in thought. John is right, there is now people in his life that care for him. It’s hard though, after being alone for so long it’s not easy putting your trust in people who claim to be there. After all, something could take them away at any moment. He listened close to what John had to say and wondered what good thing he did to get amazing people like John and Eliza in his life. He finally came to the conclusion that he must have done something, anything, to earn himself people like these, to prove himself worthy of these amazing people to whatever higher power exists.
“You’re right John,” Alex stared shakily. “You’ll never understand what I went through, but you don’t have to. I’m not asking you to do that. I’m asking that you stay my friend and that you will always be here for me. Can you promise me that you’ll always be there by my side, as a positive force, through all of the trials of life? Especially the ones that not even Eliza, though try she might, can be there for me.”
hello, although this isn’t a question or request i just want to say that i love your john laurens x reader: flower affections! it’s simply amazing and you are such a brilliant writer! anyway that’s all i wanted i say, hope you have an amazing day!
Aww~ thank you. Every single time someone says such sweet things about me and my writing my heart just melts. You all are so sweet! I don’t know what I’ve done for such sweet readers but I must’ve done something right. Thank you so so much! I hope you have an amazing day, month, and year!!! <3
I'm mad at John!!! "Idk what could have happened to make you mad at me :// pls love me again" like!!! shut up!!! >:( ((/But the others were rlly sweet and worried about reader!!! That was cute) ((I loved this chapter!!!!!))
He is a bit clueless huh? That is just another reason to be mad at him, but at least the others are there for reader. (I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter. I’ll hopefully have the next one out soon.)
John Laurens x Reader: Flowering Affections Chapter 7
A/n: Sorry for taking so long to upload this. Chapter 6 here
Timeline: Modern
Warnings: None
Words: 2,496
Personally, my plan last night wasn’t to wake up to ten missed calls and forty-seven unread messages. That’s what happened though. Sitting up in my bed with my phone in my hand I looked down at the screen in bewilderment. Seven of the missed calls were from John, and the other three were each from Herc, Laf, and Alex. I had five texts from an unknown number, two from Thomas, eight messages from Alex, nine from Herc, and the other twenty-three were from John. It seemed he really wants to get in contact with me.
I stifled a yawn and unlocked my phone. I went into my messages and tapped on the unknown number. There was five texts and they said:
Hey, this is Eliza! I was just wondering if you get the time you could text me. (Sent at 1:50 a.m.)
Just to let you know I got your number from Alex’s phone. (Sent at 1:52 a.m.)
We all got home safe. I made sure to drop John, Laf, and Herc at their shared apartment and Alex is at our apartment with me. Just thought I’d let you know. (Sent at 1:55 a.m.)
(Y/n)? What happened earlier? You were there but suddenly you were gone. I haven’t seen you since at least twenty after midnight. (Sent at 2:06 a.m.)
I’m worried, please reply as soon as you see these. I hope you’re okay. (Sent at 2:15 a.m.)
Interesting. I kinda feel bad for worrying Eliza like that but I don’t want to reply yet. Not because I like leaving her in the dark or worried, because I don’t want to have to go through what happened last night once again. Not yet at least. So, I’ll just leave her texts for now. No, I won’t do that. I’ll just tell her something else.
Sorry about just leaving like that last night. Something came up and I just had to leave. I can go over what happened later if you want. I have something to do right now. (Sent at 8:03 a.m.)
With that I exited the conversation to check the other forty-two texts. Ugh, that’s gonna suck. I’ll start with the eight from Alex. Even though they’re just eight messages each one is probably going to be a paragraph though. Man, if I’d known how many texts I was going to have to go through in the morning I would have never slept last night. Then I could have responded to each of them as they were sent.
Hey, (Y/n). What’s up? What are you doing? (Sent at 5:53 a.m.)
What happened last night? I heard from Eliza that you just suddenly up and left. Not that she saw you leave but one moment you were there the next you were just, well, gone. (Sent at 5:55 a.m.)
Seriously, what happened? Why’d you leave? (Sent at 5:56 a.m.)
Just because you’re my friend you can’t just not explain yourself for suddenly leaving. Especially not because you are worrying my girlfriend half to death. (Sent at 5:59 a.m.)
What you did is not okay. This totally isn’t cool. (Sent at 6:01 a.m.)
Please respond. (Sent at 6:20 a.m.)
I’m sorry if I offended you. I know how I can come off as rude sometimes and that was not my intentions. (Sent at 6:23 a.m.)
Please, (Y/n). I’m only confronting you because I’m worried. I’m worried something’s happened to you. No one’s seen you since last night, or more technically, much earlier today. I’ll just text John and see if he knows what’s going on with you. I hope you’re okay. (Sent at 6:30 a.m.)
I placed a hand over my heart. Not only did I worry Eliza but I worried Alex. I’m not even offended in the slightest by his texts. It just shows me how much he cares. It’s warmed my heart a bit and made me feel slightly better. I woke up feeling shitty from what happened last night but now I feel a bit better. A banner slid down onto my screen, Eliza’s responded to my text. I left Alex’s texts and went to hers.
Oh, don’t worry! That’s completely fine, I’m just glad you’re safe. Maybe we can talk over tea or something this week? (Sent at 8:09 a.m.)
Yeah, totally! Let me get back to you later, I have to look at my schedule and see when I’m free. (Sent at 8:10 a.m.)
I decided next to go through Herc’s texts, I’ll leave the most and Thomas’ for last. I’ll probably just skim through John’s because there’s so many of them. Herc’s texts weren’t terrible, basically just a mixture of Alex and Eliza’s, meaning he was worried and upset but wasn’t as abrasive as the texts from Alexander. I sent back a quick apology and let him know that everything was fine, I just had to leave that was all.
Skimming through, John’s his texts were similar to what I got from the others. Concern, confusion, a bit of frustration as it got towards the end. For whatever reason I found myself getting irritated by the texts I had received from John. His concern for whatever reason grated on my nerves unlike it had with the others. Why do I feel so angry just even looking at his contact? Why do I feel so angry at John? Is it because he didn’t keep his promise? Those hurtful words he said, even though he wouldn’t remember them now? Why am I so upset at him? Is it wrong for me to be angry right now? No, I don’t think so. Although for one reason or another his last text really bothered me. It said:
(Y/n), please. I don’t know why you’re not responding to me or anyone else but please answer. I’m worried about you, what happened last night? Are you okay? I don’t know if somehow I upset you but please, please don’t take it out on everyone else. Talk to me. I’d be content with that even if for whatever reason you’ll end up hating me. I just want to know what’s going on. Whenever you have the time we can talk. My schedule is rather free this week and I’d even drop anything I’m doing if you want to talk. Just, contact someone to let us know you’re okay. (Sent at 6:45 a.m.)
Maybe it’s the fact that John seems so sincere in the text. Or maybe that it’s making me feel guilty for just leaving the way I did and worrying everyone. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to believe Maria that part of the fault for what happened last night is John’s. Whatever the reason all I know is that I’m mad and not in the mood to talk to John at all. Which reminds me, I have to apologize to Maria, it’s still early, maybe I can make her her favorite breakfast. First though I have to check the texts from Thomas.
Good morning, (Y/n)! (Sent at 7:50 a.m.)
How are you feeling from last night? I know that what happened last night was scary so I just want to make sure that you’re fine so far. You can always call or text me if you need anything. (Sent at 7:53 a.m.)
I smiled as I reread the text for the third time. For some reason Thomas’ concern isn’t grating on my nerves, I even find it endearing. It’s so sweet that he’s worried about me and that he took the time to check up on me. No guy has ever gone out of his way to do something like that for me, well other than John. We’re going to ignore that fact for now though. I’m angry at him so I don’t want to think about that.
I quickly tapped out an answer then slid out of bed, leaving my phone behind on the ruffled covers. The wood floors were cold as I traipsed over to my dresser, pulling the middle drawer out to grab a pair of lacy jean shorts. After that I pushed in the drawer and opened another, this one being higher up than the last, and pulled out one of my favorite shirts. My mother had given it to me before I left for college this year. It’s a flowy white shirt that goes off the shoulder. I reached into another smaller drawer and grabbed a pair of rainbow socks.
I quickly dressed, adding my favorite sea turtle necklace. I brushed out my rat’s nest of hair and twisted it into a tight dutch braid. With that I grabbed my phone, slipping it in my back pocket, and left my room, the door closing with a quiet click. As I passed by the bathroom I caught a glimpse of what I looked like in the mirror. Damn! I look great! Too bad I can’t look like this when I actually have plans to go out. No time to waste looking at my reflection though, I need to make breakfast to apologize before Maria wakes up.
Upon making it to the kitchen I finally decided what I wanted to make for the apology. I’ll make her favorite breakfast, which just so happens to be my favorite breakfast as well. I’ll make waffles but these aren’t your normal waffles, oh nononono. These waffles are the size of the entire plate. With these waffles I am going to make my own strawberry sauce for a topping and cut up strawberries and peaches into slices to go with it. To top everything off I’m going to add whip cream to it.
I opened one of the many white cupboards looking for a mixing bowl. We have plenty of them but for some reason they are never where they’re supposed to be. Why is it like that? When you’re looking for something it’s never there but when your not looking for it it’s where it’s supposed to be. Just as I found the glass mixing bowl I had been in search for my phone dinged and vibrated as I was reaching for the large glass bowl. I slowly sank back down to where I was standing flat on my feet and my arm lowered until my palm was resting on the nice counters.
For a moment I was confused. What was the ding and vibrations about? Then I realized what it was and felt stupid for forgetting. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. The new text was from Thomas and I unlocked my phone to view the message. Right under my message was a new one. I ended up reading over my text again and then Thomas’ response.
I’m feeling fine, thank you for asking. It means a lot. Thank you again for what you did last night, Thomas. (Sent at 8:14 a.m.)
As I said the night before, it was no problem. Just the right thing to do. (Sent at 8:37 a.m.)
I rolled my eyes at the response. Only Thomas would say that, only Thomas. In that aspect he’s just like he had been in high school. Always playing big deals off as nothing, like it was as easy writing your own name. It had gotten on my nerves so much that freshmen year but I surprisingly had found that I missed it when I went back home after everything was settled between my parents. It had been strange to not see him everyday at school and have to deal with his more annoying qualities. Last night I had found that fact about him annoying once more but now I can only find myself amused by it.
Whatever you say, Thomas, whatever you say. To me it will always be a big deal. (Sent at 8:38 a.m.)
After that I set my phone down on the counter and went back to stretching to grab the large mixing bowl. Why does it have to be so high up?! Just because you’re a giant Maria doesn’t mean I am! Finally, with one last-ditch effort I wrapped my fingers around the rim of the bowl and pulled it down into my arms. With a sigh of relief, I placed the bowl down on the counter. I looked over to my phone as it dinged and lit up upon receiving another text. It said:
You are exaggerating, my dear. (Sent at 8:40 a.m.)
I rolled my eyes at his answer and picked up my phone. I once again tapped out a response on the keyboard and sent it.
I am not! Now shut up, I need to make waffles. (Sent at 8:41 a.m.)
After that I set my phone back down on the counter and got to work getting the ingredients needed to make two of my mother’s famous large waffles. The whole time after I sent that text I devoted all of my attention to my breakfast making, completely ignoring my phone whenever it would ding in notification for a new text. It appears that after the one response I got from Thomas all the texts that I got were from John. Most of them were asking what was going on. He was also wondering why I was responding to everyone but him. I especially ignored his texts, at the moment I just can’t stand John.
“Mmm, what smells so good?” Maria asked as she sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. “Perfect timing, I just finished putting everything on the plates and in our spots at the island.” I said with a smile. She rubbed at her eye with a yawn; she’s still in her pjs and as she rubbed at her eye her shirt lifted up exposing some of her stomach. Aw, why does my best friend have to be so cute! “What’d you make?” She asked as she sluggishly made her way over to the island. “Our favorite! It’s too, y’know, apologize for last night. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I really am sorry, Maria.” I apologized, grabbing her hands in mine. What? It’s not weird for friends to hold hands.
“It’s fine, (Y/n), I shouldn’t have pressed you like that. Last night must have been terrifying for you and we were both upset and stressed. No harm was done so there’s no reason for you to apologize.” Maria said, gently squeezing my hands. It seems she’s much more awake now. “Oh! Is that your mom’s waffles and strawberry sauce, with sliced strawberries and peaches and whip cream?!” She asked, suddenly staring at the two plates that I took extra care to make look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. I let out a giggle, leave it to Maria to ruin a sweet moment with her undying love for food. I can’t judge her though, I get just as excited about food as she does. “Yes they are! Now come on, we should eat them before they get cool. I know from experience that cold waffles aren’t very good.”
I really love ur Vampire Laf x reader! May I request one where the reader’s family was killed by a vampire and they meet one at a party which is Laf and she thought he was a human until in one point of the story??? Thanks!!!
I’m so sorry that it took me so long to fulfill your request anon! I really am! But you can now find your request here. Also a note to everyone else that has sent me requests: I’m not ignoring you! I’ll get yours out soon hopefully!
A/n: I’m sorry for punching you in the gut with feels but this is the one of the only ways I can see this ending. Not all stories have happy endings to them anyways.
Timeline: Canon
Warnings: Angst
Request: “I really love ur Vampire Laf x reader! May I request one where the reader’s family was killed by a vampire and they meet one at a party which is Laf and she thought he was a human until in one point of the story??? Thanks!!!”
Requested by: Anonymous
Words: 2,500
Growing up an orphan is difficult for anyone. At least if you’re a male you could easily get a job, well, actually that’s not the case. If you’re a male you can get a job easier than a female orphan would be able to. I was lucky enough to be taken in by a family that was close to mine. The family was especially willing to take me in when they heard of my parents bloody demise.
The family that had taken me in, the Bakers, were much more wealthy than my family had been and are invited to many more parties than my parents together attended in their lives. Unfortunately though because this family took me in I have to attend parties with them. Every single party and there’s at least three a month. Now, this wouldn’t be a problem for anyone else but for me it is, seeing that I’m not a very social person. Never have been, especially not after the incident.
So, here I am attending another one of the parties the Bakers have been invited too. A cool breeze tousled my hair and goosebumps to crawl up my arms. The breeze wafted the pleasant smell of the gourmet dishes prepared by the chefs. All around men were happily drinking and discussing politics while the women gossiped in small clusters. The candles cast a warm and charming glow in the courtyard.
Why one would throw a party during the night outside is beyond me. It’s not particularly cold I just happen to be a lighter dress tonight. It was unbearably hot today and I didn’t think it would cool down this much when I was getting ready.
I warily surveyed my surroundings. I happen to be standing off to one of the sides, where the party really isn’t taking place. This is what it’s always like, when I go to parties I always stand off to the side. I act as though a wall flower that no one gives even a second of their attention. It doesn’t really bother me all that much though. Half the time I don’t even want to be at the party I just go because I have to.
I wrapped my arms around myself, debating whether or not it would be a wise idea to slip into the house. If I get caught I can always claim that my little sister ran into the building and I was searching for her so I could bring her back out. I was just about to try and slip into the house unnoticed when someone walked up to me. That’s new, no one ever bothers with me.
“Pardon me, Miss, but you seem chilled.” I looked up to see a handsome male somewhere around my age standing a polite distance away and holding out a jacket to me. I noticed that the jacket must of been one he was wearing with his outfit. I gingerly took the jacket from his hand, just waiting for him to snatch it back. He never did though. The fabric was nice and seemed warm. I slowly slipped it on.
“Thank you Sir- Sir...” I’m just now realizing I have no clue who this kind man is. He seems friendly enough. “Lafayette. You’re very welcome, I’d hate for such a pretty lady as yourself to freeze.” He said. His accent is different, it’s not from here. It’s some kind of European accent, maybe French. This Lafayette is quite the charmer isn’t he.
“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Lafayette. I am (Y/n) (L/n).” I said politely. “Likewise.” He responded, momentarily holding my hand and placing a soft kiss upon its knuckles. In the warmth of his jacket I slowly started stop shivering, it was very kind of him to let me use it. “Ms. (L/n), how would you like to accompany me on a stroll?” Lafayette questioned casually. That’s surprising, not only does someone take notice of me for once but they are now asking me to walk with them. It’s strange, no one has ever done something like this before. Especially because of the rumors...
Lafayette waited patiently for me to answer. What should I tell him, should I accept or not. I would like to accept, it gets lonely standing all on my own all the time, but now that I have the chance to get away from that loneliness I’m hesitating. I don’t want to accept because if he does rumors surely will start spreading about him. None of them being good. The only reason he’s probably over here with me is because he hasn’t heard of all those nasty rumors that make people avoid me. I should decline his offer, yet when I look at his kind face and the hopeful twinkle in his eyes I know I can’t resist the urge to accept.
“I’d love to, Lafayette.”
I smiled as I thought back to that night, it feels like it was in another life time even though it’s only been a year. “What are you smiling about, my love?” Lafayette questioned as he slid a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m just thinking back to when we met. It feels so long ago now.” I answered glancing up into his deep brown eyes. “It has not been that long (Y/n), but I understand how you feel.”
With a small smile I looked down, the beautiful grass and flowers of the meadow coming into view. This is his and my secret place, a place we go to get away from the world. It’s a meadow in a little clearing in the heart of the woods not too far away from the estate I live in. The two of us had stumbled upon it once as we took a stroll around the land the family I stay with owns, obviously we took a little detour in the woods though.
“Laf, why do you love me? Me of all people.” I asked suddenly, it’s been on my mind a lot lately. I’ve always wondered why he’d ever want to court someone like me. There’s so many better candidates for someone as amazing as him. He could have any girl he wants yet he chose me. An orphan who most look down upon.
“Whatever do you mean?” Lafayette asked, genuinely surprised. “Why would you choose me of all people? Most people look down upon me because of what happened to my parents, because I’m an orphan. There’s all these terrible rumors about me because of how my parents died. How they were killed by a vampire, which is true, but there’s so many terrible rumors about me playing a part in their deaths. Some people say that I asked the vampire to kill them, that I’m the reason they’re dead. Others say that I am a vampire and have some how kept it a secret. It’s all so horrible, why would you associate yourself with someone like me?”
Tears threatened to fall as I said all those things. This isn’t the first time Lafayette has heard me mention what happened to my parents and the rumors but it is the first time I’ve let him know about my insecurity. “(Y/n), I don’t care about the rumors, I love you. I love you for who you are. I don’t want any other girl than you.” He said, his voice sincere as he cupped his hands around my face. As a stray tear fell from my eye he wiped away and kissed my forehead.
“Aww, how sweet.” Lafayette jumped away from me as a new voice came into the picture. I followed his stunned stare to see a man standing not too far off at the edge of the woods. “Lee, what are you doing here?” Lafayette growled an icy glare directed at the new comer. This guy gave me an uneasy feeling.
“Jeez, I heard the rumors but I never thought they were true. I guess some things that those stupid women gossip about are true.” This new comer, Lee, said with a chuckle. “What’s going on?” I whispered but I got no reply. “I’m actually having trouble believing this, you’re courting that girl who’s family got killed by stupid old Miller. This is quite the scandal if you ask me, but I suppose this young lady doesn’t know the truth about you. After all, she’d leave you in an instant if she knew the truth.” Lee continued on with a malicious grin.
“What is he talking about Lafayette?” I asked quietly. “Yes, Lafayette, what am I talking about? Why don’t you shed some light upon this situation for us?” Lee mocked with a dark chuckle. “It’s nothing (Y/n), he’s just a fool playing games.” Lafayette answered but for some reason I don’t feel like he’s telling me the truth. “Nothing?” Lee questioned with a growl, his eyes glowing crimson. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. Not only are his eyes red but I can now clearly see fangs protruding from his mouth. This man is a vampire!
Lee sighed. “It’s all fine and dandy that you’ve fallen in love Lafayette, but at least you should let her know that you’re one of us before wooing her.” He said with a wave of his hand. I slowly looked towards Lafayette, hoping with every bit of my being that this was just some bad dream. He was looking away. “I- Is it true?” I asked him. “Yes.” Lafayette said in a dejected sigh.
How could he?! He fell in love with me knowing fully well how much I loath vampires because of what they did to my family. He fell in love with me knowing fully well that he was deceiving me about what he really is. He knew very well how much it would kill me to know I was in love with a vampire and he still stayed with me.
“Now that all that is out of the way... We really should get down to business now that she knows what you are. As you know, Lafayette it is illegal for any vampire to fall in love with a human and that it is punishable by death but I am feeling gracious today. This can end in three ways, two of them working in your favor.” Lee said, clasping his hands together. A sadistic smile finding its way to his face.
“Now, if you don’t want me to tell the authorities you can either kill this young lady or you can turn her. If you refuse both of those the young lady will still lose her life and you will too. Choose wisely.” My eyes widened at the offer, so this is how it is. I’m either going to end up dead or one of the things I hate with all of my being.
“And what if I refuse all three options?” Lafayette questioned through clenched teeth. I can now clearly see his fangs, how could lie to me for so long? How could he make me think he’s something that he isn’t? If he truly loved me he would have left me alone, he had to have known that one day he’d get caught.
“You can try. The moment you do anything rash though is the moment your pretty lady’s fate is decided. One of the many vampires that are surrounding this area will get her away from you and suck every drop of blood from her body. You possibly can’t have thought that I would’ve come here without back up, if you did you must be truly foolish.” Lee said with a chuckle as he leaned up against one of the many trees. Lafayette looked around and hung his head, a distraught look that only I could see crossed his face.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, turning to me. “I can’t have any of them touch you though, this is the only way.” Lafayette said as he put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. I tensed up, realizing that this is it. I am either about to loose my life or be turned. Both of those are terrible possibilities. How could this happen to me? He moved closer to my neck, I tried to get away, it didn’t work. I let out a little shriek as his fangs pierced my neck. I could feel the blood as it flowed out of the wound. My vision blurred and darkened and I lost consciousness.
“Ugh, my head.” I groaned as I sat up slowly. What happened? I thought as I surveyed my surroundings. I am in the meadow, how did I get here? I can’t remember. How late is it? The sun seems to be setting. How long have I been out here? When did I get out here? I suppose that doesn’t matter, I have to get going though. If I don’t get moving I’ll end up getting caught out here in the dark. But wait... I feel like I got here when it was dark so how on earth could it be sunset? That’s when it all came flooding back.
I slowly looked down at myself and let out a scream. All over my dress was blood, an unimaginable amount of blood. It really did happen then, it wasn’t all some crazy dream. I let out another scream, this one being of anger and despair. I heard ruffling in the grass beside me. I looked over. There, getting into a sitting position, was Lafayette. There were red tears stains on his cheeks and he looked like a mess. If I’m still alive it means he didn’t kill me, he turned me. Turned me into something I loath.
“You’re awake.” Lafayette said, relief in his voice. “Listen, (Y/n), I’m so sorry. I wish things didn’t have to turn out this way. But it was the only solution, if I didn’t turn you you were going to die. I couldn’t let you die, not like that.” He apologized, choking up as tears filled his eyes and threatened to spill. In any other situation it would have broken my heart to see that but all I can feel right now is anger.
“You should have just let me die. This, to me, is a fate worse than death.” I growled as I stood up. He stood up too. “What are you talking about? You don’t mean that.” Lafayette said but even then I could tell that he didn’t even believe it. “I do and I mean this too: stay away from me, I don’t want to see you ever again. And if I do? I won’t hesitate to kill you.” I said, surprisingly keeping my tone calm. “Wah- (Y/n)- please! Don’t leave me!” Lafayette exclaimed, reaching out for me. I stepped out of reach and turned around but before I walked away I said one last thing to him that to this day, hundreds of years later, do not regret.
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