Alexander Is a Little Shit
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“Oh, the shoe fits? The shoe fits, does it? Turn around and bend over; I'll show you where the shoe fits!”
Alexander Hamilton is a little shit sometimes. But that's okay, because Thomas Jefferson knows just how to calm him down.
- Part 1 of Passtimes
“I don't know!” Alexander can hear how petulant he sounds, but he can't seem to stop. Washington looks almost amused by his outburst, which only serves to foul his mood further.
Alexander is making a pest of himself. Washington comes up with a rather creative way to shut him up.
- Part 3 of Helpless
"As I was saying… I think I found Theodosia,” Daniel said, one of his rarer, more genuine smiles threatening to split his face.
- Part 6 of History Obliterates (the Hamilton Reincarnation AU No One Wanted)
- Part 12 of The Other 51
the clouds swirl and change shape, spilling into fire and birds and all sorts of different creatures that jefferson knows are not real but thinks he has seen before.
a jefferson-themed drabble on flowers
- Part 5 of hamilton drabbles
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Rick Riordan, Hamilton - Miranda
21 May 2018
Alexander Hamilton a barstard, orphan, son of a whore and ... who?
Him mother was the most intelligent and good person he knew, she was too smart for this island and she told him the same thing about him. He believed that his mother was wise in a way he could not explain, as if she knew everything necessary and what would come, she always knew what to say, she was smarter than he was in a way that, although she was always quiet (unlike him) it inspired knowledge to the one who observed it from his desk, writing everything she knew.
He was orphaned by the illness that had overtaken him and his mother. It was with his cousin. Committed suicide. He was adopted by a family. The hurricane devastated Nevis.
The only thing that remained was him and his furious words anxious to get out. He described what he could observe, the great disaster of nature in a small rural area, the bodies, the wounded; sending it to someone who was not there.
The survivors saw his writing in the newspaper, their hearts moved full of kindness. With the little money they had and the help of a man, they took him to New York for a new opportunity to take his words to the world.
Or so he thought.