the spot (alexander hamilton x elizabeth schuyler)
Prompt:
Lafayette makes Alexander Hamilton an online dating profile. Angelica Schuyler does the same for Elizabeth Schuyler. They cross paths.
Word Count: 1255
A/N: I rarely see Hamliza fics, and I am here to provide because I love them. Hope u enjoy, my sweets.
“I just don’t see the point, Laf,” an exhausted Alexander told his friend, who was currently entranced in his laptop. “It never leads to anything.”
“Nonsense, Alexander. I refuse to continue sit around while you mope about being alone,” said a muffled French voice, vigorously typing away.
“I’m gonna go on one date with someone who will either A. only be looking for an easy hookup or B. end up being a notorious serial killer who will store my liver next to a pumpkin pie, and I’d love to avoid that last one.”
“You are maddening sometimes, Alexander,” Lafayette said in French.
“Are you done or will it take another hour?” Alexander sighed, rolling on his back on his bed.
“Just about done.” Lafayette replied, moving the laptop for his friend to see his work, “Just need questions from you.”
“Fine, shoot.” He said with a sigh.
“About how long do you want your relationship to last?” Lafayette didn’t look up from his computer.
“I would prefer the rest of my life,” Alexander said truthfully. He heard his friend clicking the mouse pad.
“Which word best describes you, carefree or intense?”
“Both, I would say.”
“How important is religion slash God in your life?”
“Somewhat important,” he said, and got up, “I’m gonna get something to drink, do you want anything?”
Lafayette took the computer and headed down with his friend to his kitchen. He continued to ask another series of questions until it was finally time.
“Okay, we’re done. Look.” Lafayette said, turning the laptop around to where Alexander was standing.
Alexander looked down as he took a sip. He scanned the entire page.
24. Male. Bisexual. Single. 5’7”. Some cheesy self-summary.
“You even put my weight here. Good lord.”
“You’ll find someone in no time, mon cher. Trust me, I made your profile.” Lafayette said, winking at his friend.
“Oh, you French little shit.” Alexander said, smiling. “I can’t believe you made me do this.”
“Oh, boohoo, I’m getting you laid. What a ‘orrible friend I am.” Lafayette feigned distraught, a hand to his forehead and everything.
“Alright, alright, and how do I message people?” Lafayette stood up, walked over the counter and stood beside his friend.
“Okay, so you go to these profiles. Here,” He pointed at some percentages at the top of someone’s profile, “This tells you how compatible you are to them based on the answers you gave before, like for example. You aren’t very compatible with this person, which is why it says ‘80% enemy’.” He finished explaining.
“He probably had a small dick anyways,” Alexander said, winking at his friend and sipping on his mug. Lafayette laughed.
“Okay, we’ll come back to this later when the messages start rolling in.” Lafayette said, walking back up to Alexander’s room.
After hours of talking, laughing and spending time together, Lafayette was set to leave for his home.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, mon lapin, and don’t forget to check your messages!” The French man waved as he walked to his car. Alexander blew him a kiss, and shut the door to his house.
Scratching the back of his neck, he reluctantly opened his laptop at the kitchen counter and sat down. He refreshed the page on where they left it previously, and it seemed like he had five new matches from other people.
He clicked on the first profile. It was a young man, with a ‘75% match’ next to his name, but some of the answers he gave where too big of deal breakers.
The next, another man, older this time. 82% match. He’ll sit on it. Onto the next.
A beautiful woman, about his age. Bisexual as well.
“97% match,” Alexander read out loud, clicking on the woman’s pictures.
She was definitely beautiful. There weren’t many pictures, but there was one with the woman in a coffee shop uniform, smiling over a coffee cup. Another picture she was with two other women, all of them hugging and laughing. Another was an adorable selfie with those cute filters everyone uses.
Alexander clicked on the messenger icon in her profile and typed a quick hello message, before deleting it. She probably gets millions of ‘hello’s and he wasn’t about to be swept aside by this Elizabeth.
‘Hello, Elizabeth! You said in your profile that you enjoyed poetry, do you write it or like reading it?’
He sounded it out a few times, before he added an ‘x’ at the end for good measure.
He saw the other two profiles, a cute freckled guy who Alexander also messaged, and another girl, and he shut down his computer and closed it.
He grabbed his computer and went up to his room, opened it again, and saw that he already had a message from the woman he liked first. He placed the laptop on his bed and read.
‘Hello, Alexander. I love to do both, I think poetry is such a beautiful art. Do you like poetry as well?’
Alexander smiled, and began writing his response.
He had planned on catching up on schoolwork that night, but he found himself refreshing the message window countless times as he exchanged messages with Elizabeth. He kept it up until it was dark outside. He had enjoyed his conversation so much that he thought through his last message.
‘Hey, listen, I’m about to head to bed. Are you free tomorrow?’
He yawned, exhausted from the day to day struggles of Alexander Hamilton, and waited a minute until he refreshed the page again.
‘I am :)’
‘want to grab coffee tomorrow with me?’
‘I would like that, Alexander. how about The Spot at 3?’
‘sounds good! see you there x’
‘bye x’
And with that, Alexander got up with a smile and headed to the shower, then afterwards crashed into his bed and slept.
He woke up later than usual, which is not something he was happy with. Groaning, he groggily walked to his kitchen, got the coffee machine started and headed to his shower. He took a quick glance at the time on his phone, which read 2 in the afternoon.
The Spot was about 10 minutes from his house, so he wasn’t really worried. He got out of the shower, dressed in his usual coffee date attire, and headed out. When he got to The Spot, a little coffee shop just a few blocks from his house, he sat down at a booth by the window. Looking around, it’s a cute shop. Heavily trendy, bearably hipster. Just as he was about to order ahead of time, a woman approached him
“Alexander?” She said, clutching onto a purse.
“Elizabet?” He said with a smile. She seemed to smile back.
“Please, everyone calls me Eliza,” She said, sitting down. “Oh, gosh, am I late?”
“Not at all, I was early.” He responded, which calmed her down. Her shoulders untensed and she shot him a warm smile.
“I’m very new to this, I’m sorry.” She said, setting her purse to the side.
“Online dating or dates in general?” He asked, sitting up straight to look at her directly.
“Dating in general,” She laughed, “But online dating is a new for me too. My sister insisted.”
“I know how you feel. My friend bursts into my house one day proclaiming that I was going to make an online dating account.” He said, standing up. “What type of coffee will you have?”
“Oh, um, a black coffee with two sugars, please.” She said in a sweet voice.
“My type of girl.”
