Apr 22, 2018
madison: my kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what i have to say.
jefferson: too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us.
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madison: my kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what i have to say.
jefferson: too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us.
S a s s y m a c a r o n i Or Jefferson whatever you prefer
*Jefferson and Madison walking*
Jefferson: *gasp* Madison the street is called Macaroni! Let's move here oh my god Madison look!
Madison: Thomas, that street says Marconi.
Jefferson: ...Today is going to be bad day, Jemmy.
Sofissa+Jeffmads part 10
How the current works
Every person is born with an electric current that correlates with someone else in the world.
When someone is near their soulmate, whether they notice it or not, a little bit of their serotonin and dopamine hormones get released, and they feel happy and just over all good. Once both people are ready to meet their soulmate, the next time they’re around each other this like, lightning bolt of a current “shoots” across the room and connects their hearts.
When this happens, it’s kind of like they’re over loaded with serotonin, which is released when a person is happy. They get all warm and fuzzy, and their vision blurs with whatever color the current for that couple is. After this, whenever the couple touches, they immediately feel happy and relaxed, and small sparks shoot from the spot where they touched.
What did you call me?
Jefferson: Soo i see you're still a Horse fucker Mulligan
Hercules: Says the Macaroni Fucker.
*Lafayette & Madison both burst into the room*
Lafayette: Did you just call mea Horse?
James: ....Macaroni? Really?
Okay so I know that a lot of these ships are an unpopular opinion but.... OTP: Hamilton x Eliza Hamilton x Jefferson (oops) Laf x Herc Good: Laurens x Peggy Laf x Peggy Best Friends: Hamilton x Laurens x Laf x Herc Angelica x Peggy x Eliza I Have No Problem W/ This: Hamilton x Burr Hamilton x Laurens (surprise! I'm not the biggest Lams fan) Maria x Eliza Jefferson x Madison Eeh....: Hamilton x Washington (????) Jefferson x Washington (?!??!) Lafayette x Washington (?!!!!!???) NO.: Hamilton x Angelica Hamilton x Maria
Siblings in flight (Part 1)
High school au
Twins au
Alexia Hamilton’s P.O.V
I hop off the boat, Alexander and I hand in hand in hand.
“I can’t believe that we made it here.” I say to my twin.
“Yeah, this is the start of something great.”
“Only if we finish high school with good marks and high placments in colleges.” I reply.
“Do we know who adopted us?”
“Nope, but we should probably find out soon.” I mumble angrily.
We grab our bags and sling them over our shoulders, and I look up for the first time.
Why? If they are so rich, why wouldn’t they help Nevis?
“TWIN?” Alex yells in my ears.
“GAH! What?” I ask, jumping a foot.
“The sign over there. Does it say ‘Hamilton Twins’?” He points to a sign that, does in fact, say ‘Hamilton Twins’ on it.
“Why, yes, it does, dear brother.” I tease.
I strut up to the people
“Hola, me llamo Alexia Hamilton. ¿Usted está?” (Sorry, this is google translate so - Hello, my name is Alexia Hamilton. You are?) I ask, smirking to myself.
“What?” A hevily accented male around our age asks in shock
“Pido disculpas por el comportamiento de mi hermana” (I apologise for my sister’s behaviour) Alex fucking snitches.
“Alex you snitch.”
“Who are you two?” A hevily accented girl asks.
“Alexia Hamilton.” I smirk. “The eldest Hamilton twin. You are?”
“Marianne-Joséphine Pauline Ynes Raina Gabrielle du Motier, Marchioness de Lafayette“ (YeS i DiD tAkE tImE tO wOrK oUt ThIs OuT)
“Noice.”
“Noice?” The boy says.
“Slang, anyway, I’m Alexander Hamilton. And I’m younger by oNE GODANMED MINUTE”
“You are an avocado.” The boy says
“What the fuck?” We say in unison.
“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Watch you’re tone.” A man says. “I’m George Washington.”
“And I’m Martha Washington. Are you two Alexia and Alexander Hamilton?”
“sí“ We say in unison again.
“We are the people who adopted you.”
“Washingdad and Washinmom” I hear Marianne mumble to us.
“Yes Mari.” I mumble back.
“Awesome!” Alex says.
“Yay?” I manage nervously.
I don’t want new parents, I want my old ones back
I hear the judgements of our new ‘siblings’ and ‘parents’. I must sound so full of myself.
I just want my Mamá
I turn away from them, rummaging through my back pack full of my things.
“Is that all you’re stuff?” Martha asks, concerned
“Yes?” I say. “This is all I could afford back there.”
“We’ll get you some more stuff.” Mari says happily.
“Uhh, sure?”
“Come on! Let’s go see our new home!” Alex says happily, pulling me after him.
Why brother?
I follow them slowly, keeping my distance. I am an intruder in their own home. How could I stay with them? Alex looks happy. If I could just-
“Are you coming?”
“Sorry!” I say, running to catch up.
If I could just fit in.