#elizander

Ok so the start is super weird but I swear this is pure fluff and no Hamiria, just Hamiliza. You’ll have to wait and see.....

Also, this is my second ‘Alternate song ending’ fic. 

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“I know you are a man of honour, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone”.

The lady had a sad look in her eyes, and a red flowing dress that scattered at her shoes. She was shorter than him, very short, like a lost kid asking people if they’d seen his parents. 

“My husbands doing me wrong, he’s beating me, cheating me, mistreating me! Suddenly has up and gone, I don’t have the means to go on”.

Poor thing. 

Hamilton’s heart ached from her sorrow. He couldn’t help but offer her a loan and a walk home. She smiled softly, “Your too kind, sir”. There was something oddly familiar about that smile, but he just decided to gloss over it. 

He walked her to her house, which was cottage-sized and a block away from his. The poor lady, having been trapped so long in such a small space with such a husband. “This one’s mine, sir”, she said weakly, stepping through her front gates and offering that he follow.

He followed her without question, and she led him to her front door, down a short corridor and into a small room with a double bed. She slowly sat on the bed, and grinned up at him. Wait, did she think? No. There was no way.

“Well, I should head back home”, he said sheepishly.

The lady softly tilted her head down, shook her head and slowly widened her legs, “Stay”.

“Hey”

“Hey”

Oh, the poor lady. Expecting contact from a stranger. He slowly sat down beside her, “I am so sorry, but I must say no to this. I will see what I can do to get you out of your situation”. 

And than, the lady smiled. Smiled. She began unzipping her dress and fiddling with her hair and wiping the heavy makeup from her face.

“Wait, no, I said-”

Without the ladies makeup, her face was younger. Beneath red dress was a tight yellow one. Now he recognised her.

“Peggy? What the-”

“Surprise!”, came the voice of Hamilton’s own wife, Eliza, as she stepped into the room and flung her arms around his neck.

“What the-”

“It was a test!”, Eliza remarked, “It was a prank!  And you past Alexander, you truly are a loyal husband!”. She softly pecked his lips before departing.

“Good job Peggy!”, Angelica remarked as she gave her younger sister a high five. Hamilton, for once, was lost for words, “I-I thought you girls were upstate with Philip”. “Nope!”, Eliza said joyfully, “We planned this”.

“But who’s house is this?”

“Peggy’s”

“Wait, you, tricked me?”, Hamilton said, hardly believing what was going on.

“Yup!”, Eliza exclaimed, giving her husband another kiss.

“But, why? Do you.....do you not trust me?”

“No!”, Eliza remarked, “Of course not, Alexander! We just thought it would be funny to see your reaction!”

“And it is”, Angelica remarked. Again, Hamilton was lost for words. Angelica gently shook his hand, “That was so kind of you, Alexander. To give that money. Eliza definitely has a good taste in men!” Eliza just nodded enthusiastically and kissed him yet again, “You are so sweet, Alexander. And kind, and giving, and loyal. I love you so much”.

Suddenly, it snapped. Hamilton’s wife and sister-in laws had just played a joke on him! A smile spread across his face.

“Wow, you really had me”.

Peggy whistled softly, “I’m a good actress, aren’t I?”

Hamilton nodded, “Very much so. Yet perhaps, you should use those talents for something more productive than tricking your brother in law!”. He nudged her side playfully. Peggy squeaked and jumped back. “Oho!”, Hamilton remarked, “Looks like someone’s ticklish!” Eliza giggled, “Not as much as you, Alexander!”

Hamilton blushed. “Wait, Alexander, I didn’t know you were ticklish”, Angelica stated, a tiny smirk on her face. “Oh, Alexander is horribly ticklish! He’s worse than Peggy!”, Eliza exclaimed. “Worse than Peggy? I didn’t even know that was possible!”, Angelica said, turning to Hamilton, her smirk grown ever so slightly.

Hamilton blushed further, fiddling shyly with a string on his shirt. Peggy stood up from the bed, leaning over to poke Hamilton the same place she’d nudged him. He jumped back with a squeal, the finger not even making contact.

“Wow!”, Peggy remarked, giggling, “I didn’t even touch you! Eliza’s right, you are more ticklish than me!” Without a moments hesitation, the youngest Schuyler sister pushed Hamilton onto her bed, and clawed her finger into his stomach. Hamilton shrieked, before dissolving in laughter.

“Nohahahahaha!”, he cried, Peggy putting an elbow to his legs, preventing him from kicking her, “Stohohohp!”

To Eliza, the situation was familiar. However, this was the first time that Angelica had seen Alexander in this state: head tossed back, cheeks flushed, laughing like crazy, just from fingers at his stomach. She found the situation rather amusing.

“Eliza help!”, he cried out desperately between his laughter.

Eliza smirked, “If you say so, my dearest”. She wiggled her fingers up and down his sides.

“Nohoho!”, he laughed, “Dohohon’thehelp heher! Traitor!”

“I’m so sorry Alexander” Eliza chuckled, “But sisters before misters”

Hamilton’s laughter boomed around the room, well, boomed isn’t quite the word. His laughter was very high, like a girls laughter, but Eliza loved it all the same. In fact, she believed it made him even more cute.

“How interesting”, Angelica commented from the other side of the room.

Eliza rolled her eyes as she moved on to her husband’s ribs, causing him to snort before resuming his laughing fit. “Oh come on sis, tickling is not a spectator sport”

Angelica couldn’t stop her smile now, she just shook her head. What was she getting herself into? She leaned down and started squeezing Hamilton’s knee.

“No! HAHAHAHAHA ANGELICAHAHAHA!”.

Eliza smirked, “Eliza!”. She dug her fingers under his arms.

Peggy giggled, “And Peggy!”

“The Schuyler sisters!”, the three chorused, playfully wrecking the man beneath them.

This went on for quite some time, all four of them enjoying every second of it. They didn’t want to kill him though, so eventually, they let him breathe.

He panted, cheeks flushed, hair messy and an ear to ear grin plastered on his face. “Tha-hat was so mean”, he chuckled, sitting up. Eliza nudged Peggy cheekily, “Get her back first, she started it!” “And she’s the most ticklish”, Angelica added. “Heyyyyyy” Peggy whined, stepping away from the others cautiously. 

“Oh”, Hamilton said, “It’s on”

From your “Philip gets into a bad accident instead of dying”-AU thing, inspired by talks with Alex about how Little Judge Ham is a grossly underrated Ham:

The past year had taught Eliza how to survive, more than anything else. There were the usual strategies- surround yourself with friends and family, go for your morning jog, do more work down at the orphanage, that gives you some sense of purpose and people there know not to stare. But the easiest thing Eliza had learned is that all one had to do to survive was continue walking. If she treated her life like a bratty child in the backseat and just ignored it, and defiantly continued on, she would survive, and that was enough.

The unfortunate downside of that strategy was that when she got the flu, she was forced to stop, and then things could begin to overtake her.

“I can still go into work,” she said from underneath her pile of blankets. Alex cast her a reproachful look from the doorway.

“What do you say when I try to pull that?”

She had no answer, so she sullenly wriggled further into her cocoon. Alex walked over and kissed her forehead, ignoring her noises of protests and her unwashed hair.

“I already called in. To your work and mine. I’ll be in my office- you just call if you need anything.”

She felt an inexplicable stab of fear as Alex straightened up and headed towards the door. He was letting her sleep. She should sleep. She had woken up several times last night, and if she was being honest she hadn’t slept through the night for the past month or so, not since Phil got back from the hospital and she let Alex back into her bed. She should seize the opportunity to sleep alone.

But she very much did not want to be alone in this house or this bed. She had had enough of that this past year.

“Can you stay?” she asked. Alex stopped in the doorway and turned to face her, his own fear on his face. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I just want to be with you.”

He relaxed and sat down on the bed. “You sure I won’t be disturbing you?”

“No,” she said. He lay down next to her, and she shoved one of the blankets from her cocoon onto him. “Tell me about work,” she demanded.

“Mmm.” He looked over at her thoughtfully. “Have I already told you how everyone’s an idiot?”

She kicked at him as best she could under her covers. “Seriously. What you were talking about yesterday. The NAFTA thing. Have there been any updates?”

“God. No, not yet. I think they think they can just stall us out. But christ, this should have been done years ago…”

He continued and she mushed her face into his side, listening to him as best she could as the rise and fall of his stomach lulled her to sleep.

When she woke up, she felt like she had finally slept for the first time in months. Alex was gone and there was a cup of warm tea on her bedside table. She smiled and picked it up and five minutes later, the door opened.

“Good morning,” he said, when he saw that she was up. “How do you feel?”

10 Song Hamliza Playlist

“So it’s passed matrilineally,” Eliza said. Her head was resting on Alex’s shoulder, a fire was in front of them, and on top of a quilt, a book written in Hebrew was on his lap.

“Yeah,” Alex said, stroking her hair lightly. “So none of our kids will be Jewish, technically.” Eliza looked up at him. “That’s good, right?” he said quickly. “It’s not like I would be able to take them to synagogue or anything like that. This way, they won’t be confused.”

Eliza frowned. “But I don’t want you to be alone,” she said softly. Alex felt his stomach drop.

“I’ve been alone for a while,” he said just as soft. “It’s ok.”

“No,” she said. “It’s not.” Alex didn’t know what to say to that, so he picked up the book and began reading again, and Eliza curled back into him and listened.

- They named the last one Philip after their first son. So they actually had two sons named Philip.

- One son was named Alexander, and another was named James Alexander.

- They named their daughter Angelica.