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there is no lie here
I honestly Inspire to write like you ;-;
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.
Philip Hamilton x Reader: Tease
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!”
I misread the word fiance as finance and got so confused because I couldnt read it as anything else for about 3 minutes
Honestly something I would do 😂
Just another day in the life of Alexander Hamilton.
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.
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.
YOU STUPIDLY AMAZING PERSON WHO HURT ME WHY
Hehehe, because it had to be done dear Anon.
rip me,,,, that was so sad 😭😭😭 why did Lee have to ruin everything???! :( (but I loved it & it was rlly well written!!! I lov you!!))
I know right?! Lee is such an ass, always ruining peoples lives. I’m glad you liked it though. I love you too, Anon!
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!
Vampire! Lafayette x Reader: A Deadly Mistake
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.
Finals are killing me. Here’s a few motivational Hamilton drawings for anyone else in Final hell. I hope you all do great on your exams by the way!
I was inspired by this certain line... "She tells your storyyy" (I cried in front of my family cause of that 😅😂😂)I forgot what song that is tho...
Flowering Affections is so good!!!! I hope John apologizes in the next chapter djdjdjjdjldks
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