December oneshots

5th of December.

This is short crappy and has lots of bad words, whoops.

Anyway, enjoy my trash.

Alexander Hamilton X reader

Modern soulmate AU, where the first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body in their writing.

Finished 10:11pm 5th of December. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🍾🍾

One of my best friends forgot my birthday! Like happy birthday to me, right?

The writing on your arm was in a neat script, you loved tracing your fingers over the raised tattoo. Maybe you'd never meet your soulmate, maybe you'd die before, maybe- Y/n stop now. You need to breathe. 

You stumbled out of your small apartment and into the cold winters air. You were paying your father a visit, to the White House went Y/n Washington. 

You stepped into the place and smiled as you saw your long time friend, James Madison. "Jemmy!" You called, smiling. He turned and grinned before sneezing. "Bless you," you said, hugging him. Then you saw the man you loved the most. 

"Mr president," you stated casually, leaning against a wall and shoving your hands into your pockets. "Hell- Y/n?!" He laughed and his face lit up as you embraced your father into a hug. "Oh you've grown so much. Listen I need you to be secretary of the education department (idk if that's a thing, but it is now guys!) you love kids, things need to be set right."

You saluted, "I already bought an apartment, we need to meet more often though mr president!" You laughed, "oh Hamilton! Over here!" You looked over to a man hidden behind stacks of files, before a man wearing magenta pushed his side. "Oh god, he works here?!" You asked your father, enraged. You stormed over to him. "Hello Jeffershit," he looked at you and paled. "Hell yeah its me, now can I ask, what the hell? What did this man do to you? I'm guessing nothing because you are just a massive bully, you were in high school and college. Honestly how does Madison stand your ass? How does Lafayette? Anyway, how about you do us a favour and fuck the hell off you shit." You raged before, kneeling down and picking up some of the papers. You smiled at the man with a green shirt and slightly long hair. 

"You must be Hamilton, pleasure to meet you." He squeaked slightly. "That was pretty badass." He said, shaking your offered. Both of your eyes widened. "Oh my god." You both said. You smiled and his grin grew. "Well I'm glad to meet you." Your dad watched the two of you with a small smile.

"Y/n Washington," you said, he smiled. "Alexander Hamilton."