Mixed oneshots!

Alexander Hamilton X reader

A/N modern AU and ur a cool af history teacher (Dream job lmao) and Hamilton is a famous writer. And the vid is the poem I use in this

~~~Your Pov~~~

There I sat in my chair in class reading the one letter I got from my old friend,

"You would say: "Be still, be still my boy."

Never Friend, because I wasn't. Just some boy from a different dad. Seems like our only thing in common was our need for therapy, but we never went. We just spent quiet time together, as if silence was expensive, but we were both filthy rich. A question like "do you love me?" was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

So we just prayed someone would catch it while rubbing us down after walking around with the weight of each other's world on our shoulders. We had hearts like boulders, we played Sisyphus trying to push the other's uphill, but we told our hearts: "Be still. Let no one move you, let no one lift you, let no one get through that stone wall you call skin, let no one in, because people are clumsy and they'll break you, take you apart in the study."

I told him this over and over when I was young I was a foster kid and so I told him to stay still so no one can break you.

"You tell the world that they knew you as if knowing was enough to make them the most foremost expert on you. They'll claim that everything you did or didn't do was just another complexity solved as simply as a grade 2 problem. As if by age 15 my only problem was math. As if I was never 15 and more dedicated to figuring out which path was quickest to the bathroom, so the bullies wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing me bleed on my clothes. And God knows you'd be there!"

He would get beat up in high school over so I was always there protecting him over and over.

"And so everywhere, like a nightmare I couldn't stop having, I'd wake up shaking with you there making it worth saying: "Be still, be still my boy." Never friend, just someone who it seems you're liking, just someone who it seems you never tried to know."

I used to hold him when he had nightmares, I'd make sure he was asleep before I kissed him goodnight, I would never show love back then.

"So somehow without moving we'd go through motions, to deserts daydreaming about a time when we were oceans, we were still trying to make our tides come in as if we had been throwing messages in bottles into each other. And our refusal to actually write those messages was just another way to say – nothing."

I told him to be quiet and no one will care. But we would talk through looks, somehow he saw through everything.

"We'd bring stillness home like a strayed dog and teach it to play dead. Tongues like leeches, we'd bled our voices dry, while a playing dead dog would try to teach us tricks like "Speak!" But we sat silent. Like two blind students trying to sneak a peek at their grade 6 teachers getting dressed, but we never knew what direction to look, so the kids next to us always whispered, "eyes on your own test." And I hated you. All the way up until the day you finally spoke.

You said: "There will come a time when the world will look at you without concern because you've always been still. They will look past you. You will be as unregarded as the scenery that people take for granted. You'll be ruled in the perceptions of you that they have planted in their mind, but all the while you will grow. And after all the years you spent trying to know stillness the whole world will turn their heads unable to miss the moment when you decided to move. And there will come a time when you must move. Move with the full force you would find behind the eyes of someone who could've spent their life satisfying a million desires, but instead decided to conquer just one; move like a legion of natural disasters towards the monuments they have built in an attempt to declare greatness they have never earned; move as swiftly as the knowledge learned by the students of practice; move so they cannot dismiss you;like sunlight through stained glass, not around but through each mass, they would raise against you; move because being still is something they can never make you do; move my boy, because I love you."