Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Pig tails (lams)

John was fuming, with a capital F. He had just watched Thomas Jefferson beat up some kid who didn't deserve it, some freshman. They're fucking seniors, Thomas needed to knock it off and shape his shit up. He stepped in, of course, and directed the fight onto himself, giving the freshman time to run away. So here he was, bloody and bruised because Jefferson didn't fight fair and all of John's friends were in class or at their apartment. John finally understood why Alexander hated Thomas so much. 

He marched into the four friends shared apartment, and immediately hit the wall after closing the door. He was so frustrated, so angry. Not only had those southern motherfucking democratic Republican shit heads beat him up, oh no, to top it all of, his best female friend of 17 fucking years, up and outed him, calling him a faggot in front of the entire school. The one secret she HAD to blab. It couldn't have been his depression secret, or his abuse at home secret... she had to pick that one. At least John wouldn't get as badly bullied for the other two. He was so angry. His only female friend...

John scoffed to himself. Some friend. Fuck Martha Manning. Fuck Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison and Aaron Burr! fuck the whole school while i'm at it! John swore to himself, punching the wall, this time not looking where he was hitting, slamming his fist into a picture frame. He cursed, the glass cutting his hand. He pulled back his hand, examining it as blood started oozing out of the cuts. He cursed, running to the kitchen for his first aid kit. 

John had picked all the glass out of his still bleeding hand, when he heard the front door open. Shit. He glanced at the clock. 1:30. Alexander was home. John knew he was weird for remembering his friends' class schedules, but he didn't care, he was bleeding out all over their kitchen and Alexander was walking in. "Hey Jackie! I'm home!" Alex called, the thump of his coat being heard as he dropped it. 

"uh... John, why is the picture of us last year broken?" Alexander called. John stared at his hand, sloppily and hurriedly trying to fix his hand. He gave no reply. "John?" Alex called, worry laced in his voice, footsteps coming towards the kitchen. "D-don't come in here!" John yelled back finally, and Alex gave a little sigh of relief. Little. "John what happened? Are you okay?" He asked, respecting John's wishes and staying out. "f-fine! oh, owe shit." John replied, meaning to say shit in his head. "John are you hurt?!" Alexander asked, sounding more worried. John hesitated. "...No!" He said. Alexander huffed. "That's it, im coming in!" Alexander yelled. "No Alexander, wait I-"

John stopped talking, giving Alexander an incredulous look as he walked threw the door. Alex's hands flew to his mouth, covering it before rushing over to help John. "John William Laurens you've got to be the biggest dumb ass in the entire-"

"Pig tails." John muttered, Alexander looked up at him, disbelievingly. 

"what?"

"you.. you have pigtails." John muttered again, using his good hand to reach up, swirling his finger around the tiny swirl of hair. 

"Dammit Laurens, cut it the fuck out and hold still." Alexander cursed, picking up a bottle of disinfectant, carefully pouring it onto a paper towel and dabbing John's hand with it without warning. 

"SON OF A BITCH" John yelled, "That shit fucking hurts!" 

"well," Alexander started "Smart people get warnings when they punch glass. OH, wait," He sent John a half hearted glare, "smart people don't fucking PUNCH GLASS FRAMES!" 

John sighed, and nodded, grimacing at the headache his black eye had given him. "Yeah I know, I was just so pissed, I-"

"John who the hell beat you up?" Alexander asked suddenly after bandaging his hand, looking over and noticing the black eye. John shrugged it off like it was nothing, not really angry about it any more. "John. Who. Did. It." He asked sternly. "Who the fuck do you think, Alexander? He was beating up a fucking freshman, so i stepped in!" 

Alexander was silent, staring blankly at John. "I'm gonna kill him." He concluded finally, getting up to leave. John grabbed his wrist. "Please don't. I wanna help but Im injured." John pouted, Alexander immediately giving in and bending back down to finish patching up the small cuts that littered John, then putting the first aid kit up. 

"C'mon, let's go watch a movie," Alex smiled, standing and holding a hand out for John, "I heard what happened at lunch. I never really liked that Martha girl anyway." He smiled, John did too. They had cuddled together on the couch, and watched shitty rip off movies for about an hour, John snuggled into Alexander's side, when he finally reached his good hand up to curl one of Alex's pig tails around his finger again. 

"so... why pigtails, Lexi?" John asked. Alex paused the movie, looking over at him. "Lafayette did this to me in about 4th period. I just never took them out." He chuckled. John had to admit, now that he wasn't crying and bleeding everywhere, and he could properly see Alexander, he looked very cute in his pigtails. "Well I like them." John said, nuzzling behind Alex's ear. "Oh yeah?" Alexander smiled, leaning to touch his cheek with John's. "mhm."

"well then i guess I have to wear them more often." Alexander smirked, kissing under John's ear. John pulled back quickly, a large smile plastered on his face. "Can you put my hair up in pigtails?" He asked. Before Alex could answer, he leaned back on his knees, basically bouncing: "wait can we do entire makeovers Alex?! Please!?" He asked again, clapping his hands together impatiently. 

how was Alexander supposed to say no to this?

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Let's just let the record show, that later that night when Hercules and Lafayette walked into their apartment to find John sitting on the floor, with shitty makeup smeared all over his face, and Alexander braiding his hair, with a matching make up do, Lafayette was the first the join in. He wiped everyone's make up off, and redid it, to where they looked lovely, while Hercules braided the end of John's hair for Alexander, because he had no fucking idea what he was doing. 

Later that night, the four got a complaint from everyone in their hall, ne below them, complaining they were too loud. Neither of the boys minded much, they were too busy playing dress up with dresses Hercules had made in like, 0.15 seconds, so basically dresses made out of anything he could find around the house. 

Alexander's was basically their curtains, sewn and held together by an actual belt. Lafayette had a sheet rapped around him like a Greek goddess. John's had been the comforter, wrapped around his waist, giving him a 17th century look, and Hercules. Hercules had on another comforter around his waist, a sheet tucked into the corner and draped over his shoulder, making him look kind of regal. 

They  were all  running around the apartment like complete goof-balls , singing and rapping and screaming however loud they pleased. They played until they each dropped: Lafayette then Alexander then Hercules then John.

And all four of them slept late into the next Saturday morning. 

((( this is short, I know, I'm sorry. Really heckling sorry. Anywhoosies. 

Thank you for reading. Requests are still open, always open really. And I'll do any ship honestly guys. ANYTHING. ))