Hamilton Oneshots!

Aerial Flights; Verbal Fights {Hamilton & Eliza}

this au idea was a super cool request. soooo ye

pairing; some hamliza?

time; hamiltime

warnings; kinda sad... john & pip's deaths

type of oneshot; angsty

requested; by @Foxieshifter! thanks so much for the awesome idea!

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No one's POV

He remembered it clearly. He hadn't been there at the time, of course. There was no way he could've been in South Carolina. But he remembered the letter. Oh yes he did.

John Laurens had died a heroic soldier. Everyone knew it was a shame he had to go so early. Even the British.

But that's how Alexander lost the ability to fly.

You see, everyone has wings. Everyone can see everyone else's wings. Alexander plucked his own to write, yet he could still fly. Usually. That was, until his beloved friend was shot down. Killed.

Alexander could only feel his feathers falling and shriveling one by one. The pain in his heart not even a distraction. His wife's love not even a distraction.

Poor Alexander was on the ground. Where only the pitied stayed. Where the shunned and the damned stayed. If you couldn't fly, you were pitied; shunned, damned. Yet no one had it in their hearts to pity him. Unless you were Thomas Jefferson or James Madison.

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Alexander knew one day he wouldn't fly. He knew he'd be shunned. That he'd be damned. He didn't want the world to know.

Yet what did Alexander Hamilton do?

He wrote a pamphlet. He wrote 'Aerial Flights; Verbal Fights'. And what was it?

He told the world he couldn't fly. That he ruined himself over. And for once in his life, Alexander was pitied by the world. Alexander was shunned; Alexander was damned.

His poor wife...

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The man cheated. The man wasn't worthy of honor. He was such a scoundrel. Yet who was the man?

George Eacker.

He shot the eldest Hamilton son. He shot him at seven. Not ten, but seven..

It was a miracle Philip even lasted to see his poor, broken parents.

Philip's sister, the one he cared so much for- Angelica Jr. Angie loved him more than anything in the world. When he died, she did too in the world's own way. Angie couldn't fly anymore. Angie didn't talk, but when she did, it was only of Philip. She talked just like Philip was there, like Philip hadn't passed one, two, three months ago.

And Eliza. Oh sweet Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton. She had her days. Some days she flew, some days she was stuck on the ground. She cared for Angie, though the attempts were fruitless. It wasn't like she'd get better. It's not like it would make Eliza fly every day, or like it'd make her husband fly once more like he did oh-so-many years before.

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She remembered it clearly. She hadn't been there at the time, of course. There was no way she could've been in Weehawken. But she remembered the letter. Oh yes she did.

Her husband passed. Passed because of his first friend, first enemy. And because of that, she couldn't fly anymore. It had all taken a toll on her and her wings.

Eliza couldn't touch the clouds anymore. She couldn't join the others in the wide, vast blue sky, or the star-freckled night sky. No, she could not.

Then she was pitied. She was shunned; hell, even damned. Not only because she was now a widow, but because she couldn't lift her feet off the ground.

Was she sad? Yes. Definitely.

But was she discouraged? No. No she was not.

Eliza believed her husband was good. She believed Alexander didn't need to be pitied, shunned, or damned. Neither did the flightless.

So what did Eliza do, you might ask?

Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton spent the rest of her life proving a point. With Angelica Schuyler-Church, they took on the whole world. A women without flight, and a women who could just barely fly. They took on the world. They took on the doubts, the hardships.

And when Angelica passed, Eliza did it herself. She told the world. She told the world that the flightless needn't be pitied. They needn't be shunned or damned.

And one day, people listened. And from that day forth, the flightless were not pitied, shunned, or damned. They were equal. There was aerial flight, and no more verbal fights.

So thank you, Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton. For all you did for them. The world is on your side, darling.

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this oneshot... omg

the amount of joy and fun I had writing this was astounding. a lot is repeated, I know, but that's what makes it so cool I think

I hope you like this, Foxie, and I hope the rest of you enjoyed this as much as I do. I'll cya next oneshot~!

~ Galaxy