reversed || hamilton au

not so different after all.

april 22, 2042
aaron's pov

Alexander Hamilton.
A bastard, powerless orphan, son of a whore, who somehow gets to live with one of the most prestigious families in the world.
I get headaches just thinking about it.
Why would Mother take someone like him in? Would Father even approve of it?
"Oh, your father never comes home anyways. It's always work, work, work. If he doesn't agree, then he can get out of my house." she said nonchalantly, filling a glass chalice with red wine to the brim. I frowned at how lax Mother was about this. "But he's powerless." I responded, pulling my hair out of my eyes and giving a low sigh.
"So?" she replied, lifting her shoulders with a small shrug before taking a large swig of wine, setting the glass down with a clink. I backed away before I had to deal with her drunk self.
Peeking through the crack of the slightly open door to the guest room, I see Alexander in his bed reading a fairly large textbook intently. Paper was already scattered across the study desk beside him. I quickly left before he noticed me.
God, I have a horrible feeling about him.

april 23, 2042

Before I knew it, the sun was shining in my window promptly waking me up. "Is it morning already....?" My tablet and stylus was still in my hands, the sorry state they were in. Must have overworked myself to sleep. It was a Saturday, so I had the day to myself.
Or so I thought.
"Your mother is forcing me to hang out with you." Alexander sighed, air quoting at "hang out." He slouched on the doorframe of the dining room, looking annoyed at the sight of me. His attitude is probably going to be the death of him.
"Oh, I was just about to... go... somewhere." I trailed off, an obvious lie. He raised an eyebrow. I stuffed a piece of bread in my mouth before promptly standing up, passing him and heading towards the living room, reaching for the car keys that usually were on the counter next to the door.
They weren't there, a sticky note stuck there instead. I tore it off the counter, having a sense of what it was going to say.
Hi, honey! Are you trying to leave? I took your keys in case you did, I hope you don't mind! While I'm at work, why don't you bond with Alex?
Mother
"You're as horrible as Father." I groaned seethingly, ripping the note in half and throwing it in the nearest waste bin.

Alex stepped in the living room, his hands crossed. "I'll just sit here." he said, plopping himself on the plush couch before pulling out his phone, completely ignoring me. I give him a glare before grabbing my tablet and sitting on the opposite couch myself. He looks up but resumes doing who knows what on his device.
"So... where are you from, anyways?" I probe, attempting to investigate on how and why Alex would even be able to step foot in this house.
No response.
"Are you deaf?" I say in a more annoyed voice than I intended.
"Some poor island." he replies, not making eye contact.
"...that's it?"
"Uh huh."
"And you're powerless?"
"I really hate that question, you know." Alex said in a cold voice, looking at me icily, sending a cold wave down my body. I say nothing, plaster a wavering smile on my face instead.
"I don't have any powers."
Sure.
"Really?" I ask, standing and approaching him.
"I already answered your question." he said, his voice slightly shaky.
"How do I know you're not lying?"
Alexander stayed silent, looking away.
"To be perfectly honest, I think that you're—"
"JUST SHUT UP...!" Alex yelled, his eyes glinting a faint purple followed by a brilliant flash of light, the force plummeting into my chest by surprise and driving me back onto the floor, slamming into the wall. "Augh...!" I yelped in pain, clutching my chest.
So he did have magic... I thought, my breaths ragged. Not only that, but it was fucking strong as hell...!
All of a sudden, Alex started to cough violently, choking out a "goddamn it" before collapsing to his knees. I force myself up despite the harrowing pain in my body. "H-hey, are you okay?!" I ask, grabbing his shoulders. He shook me off, covering his mouth with a bloodied hand.
"Holy shit," I flinch, propping him up on my shoulder. I removed Alex's hand from his mouth, revealing more blood dripping off his fingers. "I-I'll call the hospi—" I start to say, pulling my phone out.
"No. Don't." Alexander coughed out with pleading eyes. I stared at him miraculously before sighing and setting my phone down. "Are you sure you're okay?"
He didn't respond, his eyes fluttered shut.
Still breathing, though. I thought, letting out a sigh of relief. Must be unconscious.
I heave him back on the couch, my thoughts flooded with questions.

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a/n — huhuhuhuhuhu i hope you enjoyed the second part, hope it wasn't rushed uwu
now i actually have to write so my updates will probably be short or take really long, sorry!