Anonymous asked: A little birdie told me you were taking prompts again AND learning a lot about the Rev War. Hamilton/Laurens reincarnation fic?
All right, I’m HOPING that the birdie in
question was the tags on this post:
so if you wanted hamilton fic now would be EXACTLY the time to request it i was considering doing one of those ongoing tumblr au things where people could ask for specific scenes because i want to write a reincarnation au for hamilton (probably one of those universes where reincarnation is a little peculiar but not out of the ordinary) and i also wanted to write a college au and i figured i could do both at once but also i don’t know if anyone would be interested in that.
Regardless, that is WHAT YOU ARE GETTING. The way this is basically going to work is
that if there’s a scene you particularly want to see or a character you
particularly want to have me include, just send me an ask and I’ll write more,
I guess. Because this is something I
very much want to write, and it’s also something I very much don’t have the
time/motivation to do on my own. So y’all
can do me a solid by sending requests.
Circumstances tend to be the same, in each lifetime—relationships
between parents, number of siblings, sometimes even place of birth. No one’s sure why. A pretty woman fallen from lofty social
status, a wandered-off man, an older brother.
If that’s the lot you drew at your first birth, it’s likely to be the
one you land the second-third-fourth time around.
The illness hits Christiansted earlier, this time. Andre Westen is seven, his brother and father
already gone. Last time, his mother got
the worst of it—this time, it’s Andre who’s shaking and sick for two weeks, his
gaunt and recovering mother clinging to his hand. He lives, though, and when he opens his eyes
after the fever breaks, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I’m going to need
to change my name.” There are conditions
in place, laws and qualifiers that allow people to claim their past selves if
they prefer and can prove it. And Andre does prefer, and can prove it. He’s young for
such a powerful revelation—he can recite the names of teachers and colleagues,
list details down to the minute, and with so little under his belt of this life,
that one seems just as immediate—and it unnerves people to hear him wander from
speaking like a child to speaking like a grown man when he’s distracted, but
they give him his name.
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skymurdock asked: Hamilton and Jedi padawan!Laurens in the middle of the Space Revolutionary War and afterwards, possibly SCREAMING AT JEFFERSON in the middle of a Senate session.
Okay so during the Space Revolutionary War, here’s a few things that DEFINITELY happen.
- First of all, Hamilton and Laurens and Lafayette and Mulligan are all involved about a year and a half earlier than they were in actual-facts history, which only matters because PINING. So Laurens spends about a year Dealing with Hamilton, not least because he’s the only person who ever has any success managing him (after the third time Washington finds Hamilton passed out at a table after two days of work, he officially adds Hamilton Wrangling to Laurens’ list of padawan duties). And this is made difficult because Hamilton is of the opinion that vows of non-attachment are stupid and also Laurens has a bad habit of Attaching all over the place, so he Suffers.
- Riiiiight up until about the eight month mark at which point Laurens is exhausted from whatever they’ve been up to and reels right over until his face is buried in the curve of Hamilton’s neck and his lanky body is pressed up against Hamilton’s smaller form. He mumbles something about ‘just so tired of not getting to do this’ and that…is pretty much that. Hamilton is so smug every Jedi in the quadrant can practically taste it. They’re not great at being subtle, but, like, there’s no evidence and they’re not bad at being subtle either, so really just Lafayette really KNOWS, and Laurens feels. So. Guilty. But Hamilton is like gravity, and the guilt always somehow takes a backseat when the feral Force user kisses him.
- There’s a space battle on the edge of the Schuylkill Asteroid Belt, some two years into the war, while they’re hidden on Valley Forge. Alexander Hamilton is shot down and lost in the belt, according to the comm Lee sends them. Laurens can’t find him in the Force, can’t feel him anywhere, and, while Laurens isn’t particularly strong with the Force (not like Alex, he thinks wildly, not like Alex who drags his own personal hurricane wherever he goes), the pulse of pain that rips out from him is so intense it leaves the other Jedi and Force-sensitives in Washington’s inner military family gasping.
- “General Washington, sir,” Hamilton pants as he all but onto the bridge of Washington’s ship, charred in places and his escape pod literally falling apart in the landing bay. There’s a long pause, and he looks around, bemused, at the shocked faces around him. “Uh, did I miss something?”
- That night, Laurens pushes Hamilton down onto his bunk and curls up around him, until his senses are flooded with nothing but him, and the only thing he can sense in the Force is the hurricane, set to the beat of Alex’s heart.
- Listening to the frantic Force signature of his student wind down into something exhausted, Washington very quietly gets in contact with a woman by the name of Martha and casually suggests that she look into coming to visit Valley Forge now that he’s in so much trouble with the Council anyway.
(to tune of Non-Stop) AFTER the War, they went back to the Continental systems. (Doesn’t really scan, does it.)
- So Hamilton’s not married to Eliza in this AU because the Schuyler Sisters are still kicking ALL the ass (WORK), he and Laurens have been a thing for a while now (and Laurens is getting past some of his issues on GWash’s example), and the Jedi Council, let’s be real, is pretty much not okay with any of the Space Revolutionary War. Not least because Best Jedi Ever George Washington has been happily married for like TEN YEARS NOW and they’re all feeling kind of humiliated. So the Council fractures right down the middle, and on the one side you have the Traditionalists and on the other side you have…I dunno, Reform Jedi? Reform Jedi, we’re calling them that. And the Reform Jedi decide to integrate themselves into the new government of the Continental systems, which have renamed themselves the American systems (because I do what I want), aaaand that’s where TJeffs comes in. Ex-ambassador to Coruscant from Washington’s home planet.
- Jefferson’s Force-sensitive, but not enough to be trained as a Jedi (and yes, he’s bitter), so he meets Hamilton and then things unravel from there. Their FIRST MEETING involves the debate of “is each planet going to be financially sovereign or not”, and Hamilton’s very logical response is “obviously not, because YOUR planet might be all temperate climates and arable land, but, say, the planet containing our current capital is NOT, each planet needs to be able to depend on each other.” And Jefferson, Force bless him, opens his counter-argument with something to the effect of “are we going to take recommendations on how to financially manage a unification of systems from a feral Force user from the ass end of the galaxy, what possible use could he be.”
- Laurens is literally an entire system away, mopping up some of the last of the mess, and he still feels Hamilton lose his temper.
lathori asked: "Fun fact: cots and blankets were in short supply during the Revolutionary War and standard practice during the winters to avoid frostbite was to share. I feel this is pertinent to your interests given that it's a matter of historical record that Laurens and Hamilton were best friends and consequently the logical partners to share a bed." Yes I did just copy and paste your message from our chat into this. Hamilton/Laurens sharing a bed. Please <3 your Laurens
First
of all, you are clearly not to be trusted with fun historical facts. What would you ever do with the knowledge
that the Marquis de Lafayette once gave John Quincy Adams a pet alligator that
the sixth president insisted on keeping in the White House? Or the fact that America’s treaty with Morocco
is the longest standing, due to the fact that they were the first to
acknowledge us as an independent country?
Anyway. There was technically
already these two idiots sharing a bed last time, but you know what everyone
always needs more of in their life? THE
WINTER AT VALLEY FORGE. Now, there’s
actual Research that happened for this one, so some points. It’s about the end of 1777, meaning John
Laurens has only been with the army a couple months (to be fair Hamilton’s only
been there about six months longer), and what I’m generously calling ‘huts’ are
tiny little buildings that basically only function to cut the windchill down, and they usually housed WAY more than two, but…artistic license? For the sake of nominal consistency, I’m pretending
that this is before Schuylkill, so theoretically it could fit into the same continuum
as your other request.
John hadn’t slept
heavily since coming to Valley Forge—the ill ease of a Southern boy exposed to
the bitter nip of a Pennsylvania winter for the first time—but he was getting
better at it. The tiny hut was better
than the tent, and their status as aides de camp of the general himself meant
that they were only two to a hut. It
meant there was barely space to walk between the slapdash cots and the writing
desk they shared and the two chairs.
Alexander—who had insisted on the familiar address within scant days of
meeting John, all sharp-edged smile and warm dark eyes—had a slightly easier
time of it, as he wasn’t forced to stand with his head bowed whenever he drew
too near a wall, but not much. The hut
was small and damp and dark, and there were moments when John felt as if taking
too deep a breath would crack the logs around them.
The thud of
Alexander’s forearm colliding with the desk as he dozed off was loud and sharp
in the small space, and John jolted awake at the sound.
“My apologies, John,”
Alexander said, muffling a yawn with one hand.
He reached out and steadied his tallow candle, dabbing at a smear of ink
on the page.
“They are unnecessary,”
John said, frowning. “What time is it?”
“Very late, or
perhaps very early,” Alexander said with a shrug, brushing an escaping coil of
hair out of his face and squinting down at the page. “I suppose the answer depends on whether you
would prefer to judge by the past evening or the upcoming dawn. That is, of course, assuming you were able to
tell which is which in this abysmal weather.”
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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. Hamilton/Laurens Literally anything during the revolutionary era Perhaps even just how they got together. /Please/, for me? <3
Anything for you, Laurens.
Soooo…I know you wanted fluff…we’re not doing that. I don’t actually know if Laurens was in
Washington’s camp for this, but we’re going to assume history is flexible
because extensive googling did not produce an actual date or shit for this
battle (besides ‘between September 1777 and June 1778’), which was hardly a
battle at all. Also technically Lee sent
a letter but whatever, we’re doing Some Shit with history anyway, might as well
go hard.
to see our glory
The
message from Lee was greeted by a long beat of silence.
“My
sympathies, Your Excellency,” Lee said, doing a poor job of imitating poise as
his shirtsleeves dripped steadily on the ground. The word simper
drifted through John’s mind at the sound of Lee’s voice.
“Yes,”
General Washington said flatly, both hands braced on the table that had been
serving duty as a tactical map minutes before.
John couldn’t bring himself to look away from where the general’s little
finger had pushed aside the marker of a British fort, one that he and Alexander
had been bickering over not a day past.
“Thank you for informing me, Major General. You are dismissed.”
Lee
left, and the tent was deathly silent, the general still standing over the
table with his head down, John still fixed in place where he stood near the far
corner of the table, the handful of other men in the tent stony.
“Gentlemen,”
General Washington said, his voice perfectly controlled. “Please send for the Marquis, he will want to
know. If my aides would stay, it would
be appreciated. The rest of you are
dismissed.”
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It’s the Fourth, there are fireworks going outside, I’m watching Liberty’s Kids (honestly fuck everybody, I love this show), and I’m feeling rather patriotic, so if anyone wanted to request a Hamilton fic, now would be an opportune moment.
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I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
BURN.
OW OW OW OW.
Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.
It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.
It’s Quiet Uptown.
In case you were curious.
You have not known guilt until you make your parents cry with a musical you talked them into watching.
YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT.
First off, I love how passive aggressive this song is, I PASSIONATELY love this song.
But now we’re starting Best of Wives and Best of Women and all bets are right the fuck off.
The
World
Was
Wide
Enough
Okay I’m gonna get the fuck off your dash in just one second but:
All Hamilton wants, through the entirety of his life, is to be remembered. After his death, Eliza does years of work to try to get him remembered. And yet he wasn’t. He vanished. Until recently I couldn’t say word one about Hamilton other than, A, he was on the ten, and, B, he was George Washington’s Secretary of the Treasury. If pressed, I might have been able to remember something about him having had an affair. Out of everything that could have happened to him, that is doubtless the worst, in his opinion. It is, indubitably, a tragedy.
But. Having said that. We remember him now. Someone cared enough to go and dredge up Hamilton’s history and give it to us and say “Look, look, this is someone worth remembering, this is someone who should be in our history, in our culture, in our memory.”
And you know what, fuck me, that’s beautiful. I love humanity.
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I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
BURN.
OW OW OW OW.
Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.
It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.
It’s Quiet Uptown.
In case you were curious.
You have not known guilt until you make your parents cry with a musical you talked them into watching.
YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT.
First off, I love how passive aggressive this song is, I PASSIONATELY love this song.
But now we’re starting Best of Wives and Best of Women and all bets are right the fuck off.
The
World
Was
Wide
Enough
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I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
BURN.
OW OW OW OW.
Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.
It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.
It’s Quiet Uptown.
In case you were curious.
You have not known guilt until you make your parents cry with a musical you talked them into watching.
YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT.
First off, I love how passive aggressive this song is, I PASSIONATELY love this song.
But now we’re starting Best of Wives and Best of Women and all bets are right the fuck off.
(via words-writ-in-starlight)
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I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
BURN.
OW OW OW OW.
Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.
It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.
It’s Quiet Uptown.
In case you were curious.
You have not known guilt until you make your parents cry with a musical you talked them into watching.
(via words-writ-in-starlight)
words-writ-in-starlight:
words-writ-in-starlight:
words-writ-in-starlight:
I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
BURN.
OW OW OW OW.
Well, we just started Blow Us All Away.
It’s been my pleasure to know y’all; I like red flowers, especially roses, so bring those to the funeral.
(via words-writ-in-starlight)
