#hamiltonverse

[alex-hamilton-offical]

everybody’s always like “how do you write like you’re running out of time” and not “how are you”

[aaron-burr-offical]

fuck marry kill :3

> jefferson, madison, hamilton

-📌

hmm

fuck hamilton, marry hamilton, kill hamilton

will this suffice?

[archival-account-2]

step. one. (i) | oikawa tooru [short fic] ￫ hamiltonverse

because i am addicted to this shit, i decided to make a fanfic because i can. plus, i mean... really??? oikawa has the hamilton vibe, except he doesnt write or fight 🤣 anyways, please welcome the japanese in the american infantry. my head is becoming more and more bizarre. (of course, hamilton himself is there.)

hamilton patted oikawa's back.

they looked across the field that was tattered and stained with mortal bloods. the winds may be howling, but inside the spirit of the air were the distant echoes of the screams and yells of the courageous valors who defended the line and engaged the enemy lines beyond comprehension.

with that being said, the war isn't over yet.

there was one war left.

the one in yorktown.

"how are you doing, soldier?"

he only had been staying in america for less than half of his life, but he could cope up with his english fairly well.

"i'm fine, sir," oikawa replied. "i just can't help but feel some missing pieces."

"are they putting themselves in place?" hamilton inquired, handing oikawa a shined pistol.

oikawa accepted it with less enthusiasm as he had lost his in the middle of the kerfuffle.

"some except..."

"except?"

"one."

hamilton felt the feeling inside of him like he himself felt the same way before.

'immigrants,' he thought. 'we get the job done. but i felt mister oikawa missed something in the list.'

hamilton looked back at the camp that was far behind them. lesser men were seen with even lesser smiles despite his return.

his return from his wife.

"write to her, soldier," hamilton said with enthusiasm. "let her know."

"but i don't know how to write legibly."

"soldier..." hamilton sighed. "son, i'm a poet. rely on me. let us go."

oikawa felt his soul alight.

"is it step one?" oikawa asked as he walked back to the camp.

"better than step one," hamilton replied lightly. "it's step love."

"only because you're married."

"the world is small and time is short. what else is more odd? you're immigrant like me but you need more help."

oikawa bumped fist with the second-in-command of george washington. he knew he could be better than what he is right now but this time, he'll dedicate his soul... his body... his persistence... his strength... his bravery... his all in all for the country his beloved was born and bred.

'lily...,' oikawa thought as he entered the tent where george washington was residing. 'i'm coming home."

george put down his quill. then gave it wordlessly to hamilton, saying, "do not waste the ink this time for a silly love letter-"

"alas, my general, but i am going to for a comrade for step love."

"i should have brought burr," george murmured.

if you want me to do a complete fanfiction of this or whatever, then reblog/heart because please 

[alex-hamilton-offical]

Shit my boss did that pisses me off:

Didn’t promote me to general

honorable discharge

called me son too many times

[alex-hamilton-offical]

son

don’t call me son.

[alex-hamilton-offical]

my name is poet

i am an alex

wait

[alex-hamilton-offical]

I can satisfy any woman. Except angelica i guess but she doesn’t count

[alex-hamilton-offical]

demo tracks weren’t that bad stfu