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Nightmares (Laurens x reader)

Prompt: “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare! Preferably with Laurens, Lafayette or Hamilton?

trigger warnings: Sibling death, nightmares about death, war depictions, PTSD (of a sort, I guess)

Crimson oozing through the wool cloth. A pale, lifeless arm protruding from between battlefield stretchers. An arm so familiar to you. The arm that held you close at night as a child. The arm, only a few years younger than your own that would cling to your dress with one thumb in her mouth. The same arm you’d lightly slap when she was being annoying. The same arm that had raised a toast to you at your wedding. 

Her death haunted you like a ghost that didn’t want to leave just yet.

Your sister had died just over sixth months ago on the battlefield. You were both battlefront nurses for the men, working alongside your husband, Lieutenant colonel John Laurens. She died right before the war ended; she was so close to seeing the freedom they’d all longed for. But she didn’t. She was gone.

The images of the battle came back to you. She became lost in the sea of young men’s bodies. Your own blood had watered the thirsty earth that day.

“(Y/n), (Y/N)!!!” you heard a voice yelled as you mumbled your sister’s name in your sleep. “Wake up! Wake up!!!”

Your eyes fluttered open to see your husband John staring down at you and shaking you a bit in an attempt to wake you. “You’re having a nightmare.”

“I saw her again John, I saw her!” you cried and curled up into his strong arms.

“Shhh. Shhhh... It’s okay my love,” he whispered while rocking you back and forth lulling you into a feeling of semi comfort. 

“I saw her body lying there. Lifelessly. In a sea of other bodies. She shouldn’t have been out there. She was only twenty! Why did I ever let her go to battle?!?”

“It’s not your fault. She wanted to be out there. She had a dream just like all of us. She’s a grown up. She made her own decision.

“But she’s my little sister. I’m supposed to protect her! And now...now she’s gone...”

He pulled you closer. “You need to let yourself heal my darling, it’s going to take some time. There is nothing for you to blame yourself for. People die in war. She sacrificed herself for the greatest cause of all- our peoples’ freedom. The only way to honor her memory is by making sure we get our freedom. The hard fight has already been won due to brave people like her. Now, it’s up to us to keep it.

You smiled at him feeling the pain subside just a little bit more. You fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you walked into the kitchen to see your husband about to head out to finish up one last battle in the revolution.

“(Y/n),” he began, “I’ll be in South Carolina for about two week taking care of some final British skirmishes. I’ll be back before you know it!”

“See you then, my darling!”

Masterlist

I don’t know if this will work since I’ve never done one of these before but I guess we’ll find out if it links up correctly...

Alexander Hamilton:

Angry smol bean! Hamilton

Large!Reader

Lafayette:

Tickle Fight

Blind!Reader

Love and War

Cuddly Kitten

Thomas Jefferson:

The Reynolds pamphlet

Doctor’s Office (Modern AU) 

The Bet

John Laurens:

Large!Reader

Nightmares

James Madison:

Sweet Dreams

George Washington:

Love on the Battlefield (Male reader)

Phillip Hamilton:

Seeing Clearly

Seeing Clearly (Phillip x Reader)

Phillip didn’t die and is an art major in college and falls in love with the girl who is modelling for him.

The crisp fall breezed entered through the window that Phillip had propped open in his bedroom. He sat on cool, satin sheets while mindlessly doodling. 

He had recently recovered from a nearly fatal shot to the side in a duel against a man who had called out his father. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be dueling again any time soon.

The tranquil scene reminded him of his muse, (y/n). Her cascading hair smelled of fresh cotton, lavender, and lemon. Her (y/e/c) eyes inspired images dancing through his head of such magnificent works of art; yes. She was his muse. The Mona Lisa to his da Vinci. The starry night to his Van Gogh.

He was finishing his most recent sketch, you in a long blue gown, sitting in a bed of flowers, looking at the sky. He knew every curve to your body, the way your rib cage moved as you breathed, the way your eyes lit up when you laughed. He had fallen madly in love with you. Not the kind of love marked by the color red and many sleepless nights filled with passion but the kind of love one feels for the tranquil blue waters resting clear against a green mountainside, the kind that puts you at peace with the world and fills the chaos and madness that haunts us. 

You completed him.

After filling in some more lines and blending the final touches, he finished his final sketch draft. He sent a letter to you so he could begin painting in the morning.

You had gotten his letter about meeting him in the park and the next morning, wore your blue dress, and sat on the bench where you two usually met. From the moment you saw him, you were captivated by him. His energy, his intelligence, his adorable smile. You sat on the bench daydreaming about the color of his eyes when you heard a voice. 

“Hello, (y/n)!” your heard Phillip exclaim happily as he neared you. You always loved it when he said your name. 

“Hello to you too Phillip!” you responded with a smile on your face. 

You positioned yourself in the way he had been sketching you for the last two weeks. You adored spending time with him. You both had similar outlooks on life so it was engaging to spend hours talking to him. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Sadly, you didn’t know where to begin to ask him. Maybe you would once this painting was finished. 

He began mixing the hues to your dress and the flesh tones to bring your rosy face to life on the canvas.

“(Y/n), how do you feel about relationships?”

You began talking to him about the topic and found out you both wanted to explore the world and what life has in store before having children. You also found out he hasn’t been courting anyone for quite some time. Neither have you. You began thinking of ways to ask him once he had finished the painting.

Ten days later, you two were meeting in the park for one final time before he finished this painting. 

“Phillip, I do enjoy meeting you here and spending time with you,” you began.

“As do I,” he responded. 

“It’s a shame this painting is over.”

“Don’t worry, (y/n); I have another idea in mind after this. It is our fourth painting together after all.”

“Yes Phillip, but your almost done with art school. I may not get an opportunity to see you again for a while. And I- I need to tell you something.” You stopped.

“What is it, (y/n)? Is something wrong.”

“No- well, yes. I mean..It’s sort of hard to explain. I don’t want this to ruin any friendship we may have but,” you took a deep breath. “Phillip, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

A moment of silence goes by and you wonder if you shouldn’t have been so abrupt.

“(Y/n)...That’s exactly the way I feel about you. You make me feel whole. Honestly, I was so out of it after the duel. Until I met you. You made me see inspiration again. You made me see art. My vision was blurred but now you’re here. You make me see clearly again.”

Going through old school projects

You know you’re a fan person when: drop discrete fandom references (like Dean Winchester and Ron Weasley) into your power points in 7th grade because you think you’re such a sneaky mcsneakerpants

trying to write a story for school and UGH. SO HARD NOT TO WRITE IN SECOND PERSON!!!!

Love on the Battlefield (Washington x male!reader)

ANOTHER FIC GUYS!!! I’M NOT DEAD! :D

This fic took me FOREVER cuz I kept on rewriting the rising action since it didn’t make logical but the ending is just <3. Tumblr also decided to act up while I was editing and is still currently while I am typing this acting weird as far as inserting words so idk what’s going on but oh well. It is in Hamiltime so there’s a bit of angst because this was written as a male x male fic and back in the day it wasn’t exactly accepted but I tried to put as little is as I could while still having it make sense so yay! Enjoy my lovelies!!!

triggers: slight (not that bad even at all) swearing, a touch of angst (not even a touch more like a grain)

In Hamiltime (feat. Lams cuz I’m trash XD)

[Background info: (Y/n) is Hamilton’s assistant and spends a lot of time with Washington and Hamilton and because of this the reader and Washington really got to know each other.]

You were polishing your boots when you heard you best friend and tent mate John Laurens yell your name as he waltzed into your tent of residence with a dreamy smile.

You looked up from what you were doing with a shit-eating grin, “You seems quite the happy camper, Laurens. You have anything you want to tell me?”

“Oh, not much. Just, thinking about Lex. He and I met up in the woods today. He wrote me a magnificent letter full of passion and romance and Ah! It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever written!”

“That’s what you said last time!” you said with a laugh, rolling your eyes.

“But each time it is! He just seems to get better and better I swear! But after that we went down to the creek and cuddled, just the two of us. (Y/n), it was wonderful. I wish you could experience love the way I do with Alex. You know but with your own person. The only thing I wish is that we’d be able to do that in public. But alas, with these times, I highly doubt our love will ever be more than a secret.”

“It’s a shame isn’t it,” you said with a sigh, thinking about your own sticky situation, “how people like us will never truly be able to be ourselves in public without consequence.” Laurens seemed to hear the exasperation in your voice.

“Oh! Enough about me. How about we talk about your little crush, (y/n). You can’t hide it forever!” he cried. 

“John, let’s not. it’s probably best not to get involved in things that are impossible,” you sighed as you plopped down onto your bunk.

“Well it’s good for you that I believe anything is possible,” John replied in a sing-songy voice, plopping down next to you. “Isn’t that what you told me when I said it was impossible for Alex and I to be together?”

“Oh hush, Laurens,” you said shoving his shoulder, which causing him to grin. “You and Ham are different. Anyone with two eyes that had common sense-the book or the judgement ability-could see the two of you are ridiculously smitten with each other.”

“And I can see how you and the general look at each other,” Laurens smirked wiggling his eyebrows.

“Pfft, no. Laurens, why do you try to get my hopes up?” you cried in exasperation jumping up from where you were sitting, your back facing the tent entrance. John opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Laurens, if by some miracle your absolutely ridiculous ideas were true, this would be impossible. You know as well as I do that we would be sentenced to death if we were to begin a relationship. This whole idea of a relationship, it would be absolutely impossible and you have no clue how much it pains me.  And the fact that I’m in love with George Washington will never change any of it!”

The room was silent. You looked at the ceiling on the verge of tears to gather your thoughts, not believing the risk you took by saying that out loud when anyone could’ve been passing by, or even walking in. You shifted your eyes down from the ceiling and back at Laurens. His jaw was slack with shock and looked as if he was about to faint. You chuckled to yourself.

“Oh piss of Laurens, I know I’m not scary enough to make you afraid and I don’t need your pity-”

“(Y/n), behind you.” John gulped meekly, his eyes still huge and his body trembling.

You slowly swiveled your head around to see what John was so afraid of. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Shit.

General Washington was standing in the entrance of your tent, with his usual stern face, looking as if he’d heard everything you’d just said.

“(Y/n), I must speak to you,” his powerful voice boomed out. “Alone.”

He glared at Laurens who scampered out as you stood frozen in terror, trembling.

After Laurens left the room, the General softened. He smiled softly as you looked on, confused. This small smile turned into a twinkling laugh as you saw a spark in his eyes you’ve never seen before. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what emotion it was.

“(Y/n). My dearest (y/n). Is it alright if I call you that?” Still being in shock, you nodded your head as best you could.

“I never would’ve thought that when I walked in here to see you, my most wanted hopes, my biggest fears would be confirmed. You say you love me? Is this true? There was a pause. “Say something.”

“Something.” you replied still processing his words. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, yes! No! Maybe?” You took a breath,”Yes, I am in love with you.” you confirmed.

“(Y/n), I think you have just made me the happiest man in the continental army.” He still had a small smile on his pink lips, the sparkle still in his eyes. This gave you a warm feeling inside.

“But what are we going to do about this,” you ask with concern. “These times we’re living in. And the consequences!”

“Hush, my love. You worry too much. We’ll figure a way out. I know we will.”

The two of you spent a minute smiling at each other, him lost in your (y/e/c) eyes and you in his sparkling brown ones. It was the happiest moment of your life. It felt as if the war was won, the birds were whistling their tunes from the bright spring trees, joyous music in the air. It was your own little world, just the two of you.

A world full of love that only you two would ever get to see.

Look! I made a thing!

Here are my answers to the tag thing going around!!

So, I haven’t updated in a while, but here is a questionnaire of sorts that I just got tagged in by @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait so here goes nothing! (Or something. IDK anymore XD)

Countries I’ve Lived In: ‘Merica, yo. 

Fav Fandom: Hmmmm... ALL OF THE ABOVE?!? (Okay, maybe not all of them since there are literally more fandoms than I can list and it’s 100% impossible to be in every fandom that existed ever). However, back on topic, I don’t like picking between my fandoms because I love them all so much, but my first fandom/ foundation fandom is definitely Percy Jackson and the Olympians (the books, not the movies). I read them in fourth grade and that’s kind of the reason why I found other fandoms and friends and ended up here. But Hamilton is definitely my favorite Broadway fandom by far.

Languages You Speak:I speak English but I’m going to be taking a French class this year so hopefully I’ll be able to add that to the list in a couple of years!

Favorite Film of 2016: (Don’t hate me DC fans) but probably Civil War since I’m MCU trash and the memes are hilarious.

Shuffle your music library and put the first three songs here: I Am The Doctor composed by Murray Gold (ft. The BBC National Orchestra of Wales), You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift, Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco (feat. Lolo)

Last Thing You Bought On Line: Some school supplies/things for my classes that I can’t find in stores (I ordered a bunch of things at once)

Any Phobias or Fears: Oooh, I don’t like putting my fears out since I’m paranoid about this stuff, but for you guys, I’ll do it: Needles (which is kind of coincidental lol), getting things put on my permanent record that could potentially ruin my future (referrals, suspensions, stuff like that), Living my life hating what I do, death, things like that. 

How would your friends describe you? Smart, Weird af, funny in a trippy sort of way, quirky, supportive, nerdy, wise, musically talented, kick ass, intimidating, (Basically looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you) 

How Would Your Enemies Describe You: Stuck up, arrogant, loud, lame, try hard, wannabe, stupid, sucks at music, (again, looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you)

Who Would You Take a Bullet For: My close friends, definitely. Immediate family. Everyone else, Idk, it would depend on the situation. Let’s hope I never have to find out.

If You Had Money To Spare, What Would You Buy:  Tickets to Hamilton, of course! If I had a lot of money to spare, I’d build a new Broadway theatre.

RULES: tag ten people you’d like to know better: 

Hmmm... let us see (most of the people I’m gonna tag probably have done this before but oh well...)

@protecting-my-legacy @firstrefrain @non-stop-imagines @sparkintoflame @hamilton-fics-for-all @dontburntheseimagineseliza @u-snavi @misswinchester221b @fam-ilton @yrs-forevr 

Okeeey, Now I have to go back to doing summer assignments and other hermitty things but I love you all and thank you! :)

Hey guys

I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted but don’t worry, I’ve just been having band camp which takes up all my time and memory space so I’ll have to get that out of the way before I can post again.

Thank you all so much for being patient I feel bad but I love and appreciate every single one of you and I really mean it

Hey Y’all!!!

Hi everyone!!! I’m back and have wifi again!! I don’t know hoiw long it’ll be until I post and I got a few requests these last two weeks so I’m gonna have to close requests until I can get them all done. :( 

but don’t worry, I’ll update you on when they’re open again.

Thanks so much!!!

-J

The Bet (Thomas x reader, modern Au)

I apologize in advance for all the trippy stuff you are about to read. This is why I shouldn’t write at 2 in the morning...

tw: swearing, unwanted advances, feathers, public humiliation, donating blood, needles, loosing bets

You were pacing around the room watching your boyfriend Thomas Jefferson, the man who is afraid of literally NOTHING, sit on your couch traumatized. In a chicken costume.

“So let me get this straight...the man MOONED you?!?”

Thomas shuddered, picturing it and slowly nodded. 

“How the actual hell did you get yourself into this big of a mess?” you yelled in disbelief.

He looked up at you and patted the spot beside him, motioning for you to sit down.

He begun in a low voice. “It all started the day Alex and I got in an argument over who was manlier...”

“Jefferson, both of us know that you’re a scaredy cat when it comes to injury” Hamilton taunted.

“Hamilton, you should address yourself the next time you make that statement!” Thomas retorted starting to get into Hamilton’s face. 

“Bullshit! I almost died in the trench when you were off getting high with the French!”

“And WHO wrote the declaration of independence leading to our freedom?!?”

“Hamilton, Jefferson, calm down,” Burr said stepping in between them.

“Since I know the two of you won’t stop arguing with each other about this silliness, how about we resolved this the good old fashioned way?”

“A DUEL!” Hamilton yelled with excitement causing a strange look from Burr.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a bet,” Burr responded. “Let’s see...we need blood donors for people in the hospital right now. So maybe, the challenge could be to donate blood. Since you’re arguing over injury and the sorts.”

“And whoever looses has to publicly humiliate themselves.” Jefferson exclaimed glaring at Hamilton. He was starting to feel queasy. But he couldn’t give this up now.

“By wearing a chicken costume for a day because they’re a chicken,” Hamilton added, feeling sick as well. “And Burr, you should come to make sure the other person doesn’t cheat.”

“Alright. So now you two have to shake on it.”

So they did.

“Jefferson, I can’t wait to get so many videos of you like the chicken you are,” Hamilton gloated.

“Like I’m the one who’s gonna loose, pfft. We both know it’s you.”

Hamilton then preceded to flip him the bird and storm off while Jefferson stuck his tongue out. 

Time skip

Both Hamilton and Jefferson had lost the bet. They had gotten into their rooms with their phlebotomist when, almost like clockwork, they both got up at the same time and sprinted out of their rooms. Thomas ended up running into the bathroom, while Hamilton bolted all the way out the building, almost into oncoming traffic. 

They tried to agree to break the deal off, but Burr, who they sent to check one another, (and being the troll he is) forced them both to go through with the deal.

And here they were, both looking utterly ridiculous and unhappy being the laughing stock of the office. Even Washington cracked a smile at the ridiculous site of the flamboyant feathers contrasted with their glares of doom. At least they hadn’t been forced to go out into the world like this...yet.  

Then, Burr showed up. And reminded them in front of the whole office that the humiliation was supposed to be public. And then they had everyone pushing them outside. 

At first it was fine. They just got a few weird glares. This is New York City after all. But the closer they got to time square, the more people began to recognize them. And laugh. And pull out their cameras. They had people chasing them down in all directions to take pictures or merely to poke fun at the two men who were always seen as serious and stoic in comedic chicken costumes.

Thomas pushed his way out of the crowd with a grimace and began to run as he made a beak for it. He noticed people looking like they might come after him. Shit!

After running for a bit, he found an old bar with an open sign that looked pretty much abandoned. Hopefully no one would recognize him. He walked in the see just a few people in there since it was pretty early for drinks. There were just a couple people sleeping or drunk. He booked it to the back of the room and sat at the table to wait for the mob to pass. 

It was fine for about thirty minutes until a clearly drunk man walked up to him.

Thomas sighed knowing his luck could only last for so long. “Please, sir. I do not want any trouble. Don’t take a picture and just leave me alone.”

“But what is a pretty chicken like you doing here all on your own,” the man slurred and winked at Thomas.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying we could take this back to my place-”

“I do not need this right now. Just go sit over there and sleep or something okay?”

“So you need a little convincing eh?” The man turned around and pulled off his pants just enough to moon Jefferson. The details were so gruesome they cant even be described in this flashback. 

At that point, Thomas’s eyes went wide as the bar tender yelled at the man to put him pants back on. He sprinted out of there faster than Usain Bolt could wish to. Your apartment was about ten blocks away from where he was at the time (which was much closer than where he lived) so that’s where he headed.

“HOLY SHIT! That’s one hell of a story.”

“I ran into a wall to see if this was a nightmare, but now my face hurts.”

“You want me to kiss it and make it feel better?” you tried to joke. Instead, he gave you a glazed-over look of confusion. You shrugged it off.“Okay, then. Look, shit happens and that’s okay. Just next time, don’t make a bet you know you can’t hold up.”

“But I couldn’t let Hamilton win!” he whined in response. 

“You are literally acting like a small child Jefferson, I swear.”

“ (Y/n), hold me.” you leaned your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around him.

After a few minuted he shifted his head to look at you.

“You make me feel better already, (Y/n)”

“I know, you dumbass.”

“I’ll take you up on that kiss now”

“Just take that mass of feathers off first!”