Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Burr X Reader AU

Aaron Burr X Reader

Soul mate Au where at a certain age, the writing of you soul mate shows up on your arm when ever they write on themselves
I lost where this was really going but it's kinda long and I like it

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Y/n watched as the boy kept looking down at his arm, sometimes
writing something in a fine tipped sharpie, sometimes looking down happily.

She longed for the day she would be able to do that with another person.
For now she was just stuck making notes for later on her left wrist, drawing small patterns and things like on the palm and back of her hand, some of them going far onto her fingers. Oh how much they must have hated her for those things, if they even knew yet.

In a world where your markings appeared on another's skin, drawing
on yourself was considered rude if you didn't already know your soulmate. Some people still did it, like her, others wanted to get their person attention.

Which brings the question: Why don't you just go searching as soon as you
can write? The answer is simple, you never know when the markings will start to appear. Some people get them when they are five, little scribbles from writing on paper with big markers. Others when they are 13, around the time your mom yells at you for giving your self ink poisoning. Y/n knew people who never got some, who died without getting a single one. It could happen at any age, any time, any where.

***

Remind Alex to NOT​ hurt Thomas during the meeting today. Before
he gets me in trouble.

It tickled, then burned a bit. It felt weird and new to Y/n. This had
never happened, she didn't write this. She didn't even know an Alex or a
Thomas.

Maybe Peggy would know. She hadn't met her soulmate in person, but they had talked. Like the time he angrily drew on her arm, telling her to stop with all the flowers and hearts. Y/n thought they look cute. He clearly didn't think so.

Who’s Alex? Y/n carefully wrote. The words were able to be clearly read, written on her left forearm, just under where they had written. As she waited for the answer, she packed up her things and left the small park she had been in, heading instead for a small cafe by her house. The New York streets seemed calmer than normal, even when you add in the fact she more of outside of New York. The skyscrapers of the main city could be seen not too far away, it was just to loud there for her. This quiet little neighborhood was much calmer.

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The cafe was mostly empty, just a few people and then a much larger
group of men. Monsieur Lafayette, the owner of the place, was talking to
the men. Y/n walked to the counter to get a drink before sitting down at a table, phone in hand and ready to text the news to Peggy.

Y/n
i have writing on my arm. Help.

Peggy
WHAT THIS IS AMAZING WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO KNOW
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW TELL ME NOW

Calm…

CALM?!?!?! THIS IS
THE BEST NEWS EVER AND YOU WANT ME TO BE CALM?!?!

Yes

Oh okay

it happened while i was at the park, it just showed up there. At the cafe now

America's Favourite Baking Frenchman?

Where else would i be?

Tru tru

Y/n set her phone down and looked at the now tingling arm. The neat writing was under hers, this time much smaller than before. A friend. Who are you?

Y/n, was all she was able to write before there was a loud commotion from the large group. She looked away from her arm to see what was going on. The was a tan skinned man standing up, his brown eyes glaring at a poofy haired guy wearing a fancy purple shirt.

The two had the look of complete enemies, not the kind that fight to
the death on a far off plane with the dawn light in their eyes, but more
of the kind that will hate each other forever and never agree on anything in their entire lives, but one day one of them will help the other but then gain less than nothing from it. Y/n didn't know what gave her this impression, but it seemed like it was true. A gut feeling

Turning her gaze away from the two enemies, Y/n looked at the other two men. One had his head hanging down, his hands covering his face in disappointment, and while she couldn't hear him she was sure he was letting out a long sigh. The other seemed to be surprised at Standing Man, while not being surprised at his actions. He ran a hand over his bald head before telling the man to sit down and behave, adding in his name with much annoyance. Alex.

The name sent shivers down her spine, and she looked down at
her arm again. New writing had appeared. I’m at a meeting rn, but
maybe we could meet up later? That is if we live anywhere near each other.
Y/n smiled before writing her agreement. This person seemed
shy, but nice.

“Whatcha writing on your arm, Burry Boy?” The words from the now Sitting Down Once Standing Man, Alex(?), pulled Y/n's attention away from her arm. The focus of the meeting was no longer on the two men, but now on the guy who had his head in his hands. His dark colored cheeks had the slightest bit of blush on them.

“Nothing, Alex.” The man said, looking away from the group.

“What are you tryin’ to hide, Burr?” A boy Y/n had not yet seen
said. He nudged Alex with his shoulder before winking. "Got a special someone on the side, Burr? Maybe a Soulmate"

"Ha ha, John." The blushing one, Burr, said.

"Oh come on, A-Aron. Take the joke!" Alex said while patting Aaron(or Burr? Who knows)'s back.

"Maybe I should go..." Aaron got up and grabbed his back. He said his goodbyes to the group before walking through the door.

Y/n sat there for awhile before the Arm Tingling came back. Aaron. I live outside of NYC. By Schuyler Park.

Eyes wide, mouth hanging up, Y/n grabbed her bag and got to the park as fast as she could. A quick message to Peggy informed her of this new development. Caps were heavily used and she was so happy.  All Y/n could feel was nervousness. What if he was a murderer..

I'm at that park now... The writing was much shakier than Y/n wanted, but there was no going back now.

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"May I sit here?" A voice she knew asked from the left. Y/n looked into the face of the man from before. Aaron...