Me to myself: To my recollection, Eliza is the only character who has a pony tail in act two, which is kinda weird. Except, if you think about it, all the characters in act 1 that have a ponytail (Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette, etc.)are fighting in a war. But Eliza's battles are in act 2. Her husband's affair, the loss of her son, Alexander's death, and her 50 year struggle to preserve his legacy from the slandering of his enemies. She also had to raise 7 other children by herself and-
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*Philip Hamilton x reader
*Hamiltime
*Word count: 2172 (whoops)
Summary: Basically this is the reprise of the Winter’s Ball, where you are too nervous to go over and talk to Philip but your sister goes over to talk to him and brings him over to talk to you.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
A/N: Okay so I promised my angsty fic with Lin would be out next but I finished this one and couldn’t help it!! I hope you guys enjoy. I’m also working on an angsty fic with Aaron Burr, so lots of angst. Anyways, requests are open!
(P.S. Philip never dies in this k bye)
(P.P.S. This is also in your sister’s pov, in a way. Idk just read it and hopefully it makes sense.)
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“You look absolutely stunning, my dearest sister.” Eleanor spoke as she brushed your hair to the side, smiling softly. You looked down at the floor, smiling a bit at the compliment. Eleanor was your older sister and also your greatest friend, you two had always been close growing up. No one could ever break the bond you two shared.
“Thank you, El.” You whispered, looking up at her with glittering eyes. She nodded her head before linking arms with yours. “Now then,” she spoke, the smile never leaving her lips as she looked back down at you. “I believe we have a ball to attend.”
You simply nodded, not saying anything as you two walked down the stairs of your home, your parents waiting at the bottom of the staircase. Your father smiled whilst your mother gasped at the sight of you two. “Oh you two,” she spoke, gliding towards you and your sister to get a better look. Of course, she had paid more attention to how Eleanor looked, as she was expected to find a courter tonight.
“Yes…” Your mother trailed off, nodding her head appreciatively before turning back to your father. “Harold,” she spoke, gaining his attention. “Don’t these two girls look gorgeous.” Your father hummed in agreement, nodding slightly. “Of course, our dearest El will certainly have found a suitor by the end of the night.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eleanor frown and roll her eyes, trying not to give off too much attitude. She met your gaze and you simply shrugged, only giving her a sad look as you mouthed ‘sorry’ to her. Eleanor shrugged and turned back to your parents, “alright,” she breathed. “Shall we be going?” Your parents nodded their heads, opening the door and heading out to the carriage that awaited you four to take you to Washington’s home. It was one of the perks of having a senator for a father, you were very lucky indeed.
“I’m sorry that you’re expected to find a suitor tonight, El..” You whispered as you linked arms with her, walking slower than your parents so you both ended up trailing behind them. Your sister simply let out a soft sigh, shrugging a bit as she turned to meet your sympathetic gaze. “It is alright, Y/n. As long as you get to be free for a bit longer, that is all I care about.” You didn’t say anything as you got into the carriage, sitting across from your parents and listening to their discussions about the possible courters their girls would find tonight.
You didn’t say a word, and neither did Eleanor as you both gazed out of the windows of the carriage, watching the people and buildings pass by as you all made your way to the Washington manor for the ball.
You suddenly felt a soft hand on your arm, causing you to turn and meet your sister’s glance. “Hey….” She whispered, patting your arm soothingly. “It is alright.”
After what felt like forever, you all made it to the front of the manor, smiling as one of the maids opened the carriage door and helped all four of you out, thanking them softly. You took your sister’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as you both made it inside, your parents stopping to chat with one of your father’s friends.
“Wow…” You muttered, your mouth falling open a bit as you took in the sights. Of course, you had been to a ball before, but none of them had ever felt like this. You felt hopeful tonight, you felt calm, whereas your sister felt anxiety inside of her, knowing that she was expected to find a courter tonight. Someone she didn’t truly love.
Yet she never really let it get to her, she loved you more than anything in her life, and as long as you could be happy and free for a little bit longer, that was all she cared about.
You both made your way down the staircase, never letting go of each other’s hands. “This is stunning,” you smiled, letting out a breathless sigh as you turned to face your sister. “It is indeed.” It was silent for a bit as you found yourself looking all over the ballroom, noticing your parents were now talking with the Washington’s and what appeared to be… The Hamilton’s. “El, look.” You pointed over in their direction, causing her gaze to follow. “It’s the Hamilton family.” You mumbled, looking up at your older sister with innocent eyes, which made her laugh slightly.
“Yes, you are right.” She mused, nodding her head. “It is indeed the Hamilton family.” You both watched your family talk before you noticed a boy around your age step out from behind Mr. Hamilton and speak to him. “Oh my…” You whispered, feeling all of the air leave you as you caught sight of him. He looked absolutely stunning. He had long curly hair and freckles all over his face, a wide smile never leaving his lips as he also looked around the room. “Eleanor, look at him.” You tugged on your sister’s dress as you smiled in adoration. “Just looking at him makes me…. Helpless.” You looked up at your sister to see she had a sad smile across her lips as she looked down at you and took your hands into hers. “I could never go speak to him, El. What if I embarrass myself? W-what if--”
Eleanor shook her head, trying to hide the disappointment on her features. With him, she could’ve been satisfied. Eleanor ignored the thought and looked at you, “would you like me to go speak to him for you?” You slowly nodded your head, nibbling on your bottom lip as Eleanor pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead and glided towards the Hamilton family effortlessly, confidence in every step she took.
And that was where you envied your sister, she was confident and strong, she knew when and when not to pick a fight, and she was absolutely beautiful. You had always been seen as the shy, younger sister to did no wrong, but Eleanor… She was beautiful. And that was when you felt all hope leave as you watched Eleanor talk to the boy, laughing as he pressed a kiss to her knuckle.
Eventually, Eleanor managed to knock herself out of her daze and point over to you, making the boy turn to face you. You felt a rosy blush spread across your face as you gasped softly and looked down at the floor, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
“Where are you taking me?” The boy asked, watching as Eleanor took his hand and led him away from his family, across the ballroom to you. “I’m about to change your life,” Eleanor reassured as they both finally reached you.
“Y/n, meet Philip Hamilton. Philip, meet my sister, Y/n Y/l/n.” Philip smiled down at you, a playful look never leaving his eyes as he took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to you knuckle, making you blush. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hamilton…” You whispered breathlessly as he slowly released your hand, shaking his head as he did so. “Please, call me Philip.” You both said nothing, just smiling softly, which made Eleanor feel a pang deep in her chest, shaking her head as she cleared her throat. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“He sent another letter!” You squealed, running into your sister’s room, happiness lacing your features as you handed Eleanor the letter. She laughed and shook her head, gently taking the letter from you and opening it up to read, feeling her heart slowly break as she read the words. If only these were sent to me… She tried to ignore the thoughts and handed the letter to you, smiling at how happy and absolutely helpless you looked as you read through the letters. “Oh, Eleanor…” You sighed happily. “I think he’s the one for me, I only hope he’ll ask to court me soon.” Eleanor stayed silent and bit her lip, nodding her head, trying to ignore the pang in her chest at the mention of him courting you. “I’m sure he will, Y/n.”
It had only been a day later when you recieved another letter, asking for the honor to court you. You immediately went to writing, accepting and sending out the letter as soon as you could. “Mother,” you smiled, “I’m courted now. Isn’t that great?” Your mother smiled, nodding her head as she brushed your hair in front of your vanity. “It is absolutely amazing, love.”
After a few more moments of silence, you stood up from your chair and turned to your mother, not noticing your sister walking past your bedroom door. “Thank you for helping me get ready, I have to go meet Philip at his home to meet his family. I do hope they love me--” You began, only to get cut off by the voice of your older sister. “They’ll love you, my dear sister.” You smiled at your sister and thanked her, walking past both of them with a small basket in hand.
Your sister tried to smile with your mother as they both watched you leave, she’ll be satisfied with him by her side.
One week later, Philip had asked for your hand, you immediately accepting and racing home to your family to get your father’s approval, Philip laughing at your excitement. “Slow down, my love. Nothing will happen if we take our time.” You shook your head, only stopping to face him. “Philip, when I’m with you, I feel helpless… To know you feel the same is just absolutely amazing. But, you need my father’s approval.” You sighed, gripping his hand as tight as you could. He smiled lovingly, squeezing your hand back. “I’m not going anywhere, dearest.”
When you both reached your home, you were led into the parlor by one the maid’s. Your sister was reading a book, your mother was knitting and your father was reading the newspaper. You cleared your throat to get everyone’s attention. “Father… We’d like to ask for your approval…” You trailed off, looking at Philip with a helpless gaze, when made him smile down at you before looking back up at your father.
“I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, Mr. Y/l/n.” He spoke, confidence radiating off of him as you tensed up. It was silent as you both stared at your father, waiting for his answer. “Mr. Hamilton, please come with me to my study so we may discuss this matter there.” Your father got up to lead your courter out of the parlor, Philip only giving you a simple kiss on the temple as he followed your father out of the room.
You began to pace, looking at your sister and mother helplessly. “Oh, what do I do? What if father says no? Oh, I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t spend the rest of my life without Philip. Father has to say yes, he knows how much I love him. I couldn’t bare it-” Eleanor quickly got up and took your hands in hers, smiling softly. “Oh, my dearest Y/n…” She trailed off. “You must calm down, father would be crazy to deny you and Philip love.” You let out a shaky sigh and looked up at your sister. “You think so?” She nodded her head, smiling softly. “Of course, my dear sister.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss her on the cheek.
After what felt like hours passed, Philip and your father finally walked back into the parlor, wide smiles on both of their faces. You turned to Philip with a hopefully gaze, and he nodded, opening his arms for you to run into them. You did so, letting him spin you around happily as you both laughed joyfully when he set you down and looked at you. “I told you we’d be together, my dearest.” You sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
*Aaron Burr x reader
*Modern
*Word count: 2626 (sorry)
Summary: You recently had a miscarriage, and your husband, Aaron Burr, finds you in what was going to be the baby’s nursery. He calms you down a bit and helps you go to bed. Later, you wake up to find him in the baby’s nursery singing what is like an alternate version of Dear Theodosia.
A/N: So basically this is sort of like Dear Theodosia, but what I think the song would’ve been like if there had been a miscarriage and the baby died. So there is some inaccuracies but don’t come @ me for them, I tried and I’m aware that some things aren’t correct. Anyways, that’s all, byeee.
(P.S. I’m not exactly sure how some of this stuff works, as I’ve never had an ultrasound before or a miscarriage, but I did some research so hopefully it turns out good.)
Warnings: angst, mentions of miscarriages, mentions of death, sadness
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It had all happened so fast… One moment, you were fine, you were happy… And now? You didn’t know how you felt at the moment. You just knew that you weren’t going to be okay for awhile.
It had been a peaceful night, your husband had gotten home from work and you were resting on the couch with one of your favorite movies, Heathers, playing on the tv. “Hey beautiful,” Aaron smiled as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead, which made you smile and hum softly as you looked up at him. “And how’s my princess doing?” Aaron mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to your belly, his smile growing even more as he did so.
You smiled and let out a sigh of content, “we’re both doing fine.” When he sat back up, you ran your hand over your stomach, before looking back up at Aaron. “And how are you?” You asked, getting up to press a kiss to his lips. He hummed against your lips and smiled, before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. “I’m fine, work was fine. Hamilton was being a huge bother, as always.” He muttered, pulling away to go up to your shared bedroom and take off his trench coat and shoes. You laughed, shaking your head as you followed him down the hallway.
“Oh hush, I thought you and Alexander were good friends? I always go out for brunch with his wife on sunday’s.” You spoke, placing your hand on your stomach out of habit. He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, we are friends; but somehow, Hamilton always manages to find a way to bother someone without even trying.” You rolled your eyes, a smile playing at your lips before you began to walk to your shared bed. “Well,” you paused, closing your eyes as you yawned. “I’m gonna go lay down if you need anything.” You mumbled, feeling your eyes open and close because of being so tired. You heard a faint response from the bathroom, but couldn’t make it out as you got under the blankets and closed your eyes, slowly falling asleep.
You suddenly woke up to a slight pain in your abdomen, which made you hiss quietly as your hand immediately went to lightly touch your stomach, frowning as the pain began to get worse. You couldn’t be giving birth, you were only five months pregnant. You slowly rolled out of bed, not wanting to disturb your husband or make the pain worse and hobbled to the bathroom, limping as you walked.
You sat on the toilet when you felt a leak and looked down to see a bloodstain between your thighs. This couldn’t be happening. Please don’t let this be happening. Those were your only thoughts as the pain got worse and you let out a loud grunt as you began to struggle to stand up still, falling to the ground, which made a loud thump.
Aaron woke up when he heard your grunt from the bathroom, immediately getting up and going toward the bathroom door, brows furrowing in confusion. “Babe?” He called, his frown deepening when he heard your cries from the other side of the door. “Y/n?” When he didn’t receive a response, he slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside, his heart breaking at the sight of you on your knees, in tears.
“Y/n?” He whispered, not sure what to do. “Take me to the hospital… I’m bleeding.” After hearing those words, he wanted to fall to the ground next to you, but he cleared his throat of the forming lump and helped pick you up, carrying you down the hall as you cried softly into his shoulder, mumbling things such as please don’t take my baby girl away. He gulped, walking outside of your apartment and hailed a cab, immediately giving the driver directions to the hospital.
As soon as you got there, he paid the driver and walked straight to the emergency room. “P-please help…” He whispered, not sure what to say. “My wife is five months pregnant and-and she’s bleeding. W-we don’t know what to do--” He was cut off by the secretary, who had a look of pity laced into her features, “sir, please fill out this form and we’ll be with you as soon as possible.”
Another bolt of pain struck your abdomen, which made your cries louder. Aaron tried to help you calm down by rubbing your back and cradling you in his lap, whispering calming words into your ear. “Shhh, Theodosia will be alright, we’ll be alright…” He whispered to you, trying to fight back his own tears, he couldn’t look weak, not now.
“Mr. and Mrs. Burr?” A voice called, making Aaron look up and nod his head weakly. The nurse simply motioned for them to follow her into a back room, setting you gently onto the bed as Aaron began speaking to the doctor, who was taking notes. After a few moments, the doctor cleared his throat as Aaron went over to sit on the chair beside the bed and grip your hand, tears now slowly falling from his eyes as you squeezed his hand as tight as possible. Please let this be a dream.
“We will begin the tests by using fetal dopplers to check for a heartbeat, and if you both feel the need, we will also do an ultrasound to search for the fetal pole as well.” You both nodded your head as he got out the fetal dopplers, the nurse coming into rub the cold, clear gel onto your abdomen so he could use the dopplers correctly.
After a few moments of searching, his facial expression turned grim as he removed the doppler from your stomach and went over to speak to the nurse, neither of you were able to hear what he was saying before he turned out and took in a deep breath, clapping his hands together. “Would you guys also like an ultrasound?” You looked at Aaron, who didn’t do anything as he just looked down and bit his lip. You just turned to the doctor, sighing. “D-did you find anything?” You asked, and when you got no response, that’s when the tears starting forming again.
“I am… incredibly sorry for your loss, I understand this must be a hard time for you both and--” You cut him off, narrowing your eyes. “No. You don’t.” You barked, narrowing your eyes as your sobs became more evident. “You have no idea how this feels.” You cried, your whole body shaking as Aaron got up to wrap his arms tightly around your shaking frame, him trying to whisper soothing things into your ear as you cried loudly into the crook of his neck.
“Our baby girl is gone.” You whispered, finally coming to realization that you would never get to meet her.
It had been a few days later of you feeling completely emotionless, if you were out of your bedroom, you were in your daughter’s nursery, sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room as you stared at the room that would’ve been your baby girl’s. The room that would’ve belonged to your precious Theodosia.
“Sweetheart?” Aaron whispered from outside the door, slowly pushing it open as his heart shattered at the sight of you rocking back and forth slowly in the chair, not looking up at him with the bright smile you used to always wear.
“My love?” Aaron asked, stepping into the nursery to find you slowly moving a dark wood rocking chair into the corner by the crib. You turned to the sound and your features brightened at the sight of Aaron. “Aaron!” You smiled, walking over to press a light kiss to his lips. “What do you think? I went shopping with Eliza earlier and we found these two rocking chairs, and we both got one for each of our nurseries.” Aaron smiled, chuckling softly. “It looks great, Y/n.”
“Y/n?” Aaron slowly stepped into the nursery and made his way over to the rocking chair you were sitting in as you kept staring directly at the crib by you, not looking over at him. And even if you did, no emotion was evident on your features, he wouldn’t be able to tell how you felt anyways. “Alexander said his family sends us their condolences.” You just nodded your head in acknowledgement, not saying anything else.
He frowned, leaning down to sit by you as he wrapped his an arm around your shoulders. “Y/n, it’s okay to cry.” You shook your head and finally moved to look down at him, your lips in a straight line as your eyes held no emotion at all. When you didn’t speak, Aaron bit his bottom lip before sighing, getting up to help you get out of the chair and lead you out of the room that would belong to his precious baby girl… Or was going to belong to her.
“Come on y/n, let’s get you to bed.” Aaron knew it was okay for him to cry as well, but for someone, he felt like he had to stay strong for you. He felt as if he had to hold back the tears to reassure you everything would be alright. But apparently, you didn’t quite believe that was his reason. “Do you not care?” You finally muttered out as he guided you both into your shared bedroom. He looked down at you in shock, unable to form a proper sentence as you gave out a fake laugh, pain evident in your eyes as you looked away from him and toward the bathroom where you first started bleeding. “I haven’t seen you in that goddamn nursery once this entire week! You haven’t shed a single tear since that night at the hospital and you seemed entirely emotionless when you actually stepped into the nursery tonight---” You cut yourself off, choking on a sob as you collapsed to the floor. Aaron sighed, picking you up and carrying you toward your bed.
“Shh, y/n, I do care. I miss her so much and I haven’t even met her.” He paused, nibbling on his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. When he looked down at you, cradled in his arms, he heard soft snores fall from your lips as the tears stained your cheeks. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he slowly got up and made his way toward the nursery.
“Hey baby,” Y/n sang as she glided into the kitchen where Aaron was sitting at the table, slowly drinking a cup of coffee as he reviewed some notes his assistant had taken at yesterday’s meeting. “What is it, my dearest?” He smiled, setting down his coffee and pen as he looked up at his wife, her wide grin never leaving her lips.
Y/n stayed silent for a bit as she kept her hands behind her back, before pulling them out to reveal a grocery bag. “Tah dahh!” She laughed, showing off the bag full of groceries. Aaron furrowed his brows, a confused chuckle leaving his lips. “Uh… Are you trying to tell me that you went shopping? Because that’s great, baby.” He shook his head, his smile growing as he looked at how excited his wife was. Y/n let out a frustrated groan as she shook her head, pulling out the contents of the small bag, revealing a mug that said “world’s greatest dad.” Aaron looked up at her in both shock and confusement, trying to form a proper sentence. “I figured you needed a new mug since your favorite one broke and well, considering the current circumstances, I figured this was the perfect one-”
“Are you pregnant?” He cut her off, slowly standing from the dark wood table and made his way toward her. Y/n shrugged, a cheeky grin forming. “Maaaybe.” She sang, laughing a bit as she slowly handed Aaron the mug. Aaron looked down at the mug in shock before looking back up at his wife, setting down the mug on the table and engulfing Y/n in a hug, Y/n wrapping her legs around his waist as he spun her around, laughter leaving both of them as he slowly set her down and pressed a kiss to her lips, both of their lips moving in sync as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, both of them pulling away to catch their breath.
“I love you so much…” They whispered at the same time, breathless smiles on their lips.
Aaron felt tears form as he looked around the nursery, running a hand slowly across the wooden frame of the crib, trying to hold back the sobs as he made his way around the room, before sitting himself in the same rocking chair you had been in earlier.
“Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?” He sang softly, leaning down a bit so he could look directly at the floor, a sob leaving him. “You would’ve had my eyes, you would’ve had your grandmother's name…” He looked up, his eyes blood red as he found himself gazing directly at the plush toy sitting in the crib his sister had gifted them when you first announced your pregnancy to his family.
He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the tears as he did so. “Sometime this week, they decided they wanted you back…” He cried softly. “She’s gone.”
When you felt your husband’s arms around you leave, you slowly came back to reality when you looked around the room and couldn’t see Aaron anywhere. Frowning, you sniffled a bit as you checked the bathroom and realized he wasn’t there either, you began to walk down the hall when you heard his voice coming from the nursery. You slowly made your way through the door, never making an entrance as you listened.
“We would’ve fought you, we would’ve made it right for you, and I know… A part of you will live on.”
You stayed silent, only deciding to make an appearance when you heard his voice crack as he broke down into sobs. You walked into the room and glided over to Aaron, wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you onto your lap, both of you crying softly. “Was it my fault?” You asked, looking down at him. He quickly shook his head. “No,” he tried to speak, his voice cracking more. “Don’t blame yourself for this. It just wasn’t her time…”
It was silent until he took a deep breath and started singing again;
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So I’m trying to organize my Masterlists because it’s really bugging the shit out of me. Hopefully this all looks better :)
Also; When this is organized, I’ll be writing a lot more. So look out for that <3
** = NSFW (or kinda NSFW)
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Alexander Hamilton:
Pregnancies and nail art - A fluffy fic where the reader is very pregnant and can’t reach her own toes so Alexander paints them for her.
Burn - The reader’s experience after Alexander released the Reynold’s Pamphlet.
Lafayette:
Cups of coffee - You work at a coffee shop in New York and Lafayette comes in twenty minutes early. (WARNING: CRINGE)
Philip Hamilton:
Memories - You find a journal that was written by your past self in your grandmother’s attic and read about how you met Philip Hamilton, your soulmate, all those years ago.
Sunflowers - You are Thomas Jefferson’s daughter and recall every moment you met Philip Hamilton.
John Laurens:
Crocs? Seriously - College!AU where John has a really bad choice in footwear.
Hurricane - You were a hurricane and John had believed you saved him.
Eliza Schuyler:
And my heart went boom - Eliza is in love with the reader and asks for a cooking lesson.
Thomas Jefferson:
The start and the end - how it all started and then how it all ended.
