Alexander Hamilton looked over the letter by John Laurens one more time. He knew he didn't need to, but something about it made his heart beat and his cheeks go red. He liked the feeling it triggered. He wrote his signature at the bottom of his reply, each cursive letter flawlessly written, yet, somehow, messy. Hamilton couldn't count the times he was told he wrote like he was running out of time. "Time," he mentioned to his wife one day, "Is the one thing I won't run out of. If I have time and a quill, I can achieve anything."
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Disclaimer: I'm not putting trigger warnings. Continue at your own risk.
This is not original, I know. Mostly inspired, however - intentionally or not - by szin's animatic of this song on YouTube and is pretty much just elongating the song in story-form.
Cover credit: moi, plus a reference from something (it was just from the recording of the play, but I found it on Google, if that makes sense). I'm so fucking proud of it. I have proof I did it if anyone wants it; I'm actually recording it right now because I felt like it. Also a screenshot. I didn't trace it, either. I did take some colors directly from the reference, but that's not cheating (no, tracing is not cheating).
My Fake Fiancé is Problematic - A Hamilton Fanfiction
34 parts Complete
34 parts
Complete
College AU
John Laurens has a new roommate who seems to have a troubled past. Can John get through to him or will this new roommate be just as silent as the last?
It was my sophomore year at Uni and I was doomed to get a new roommate because lucky for me, my old one dropped out. So here I am, nervous as fuck because not only am I getting a new roommate, he's some prodigy, here on a full ride after taking a year at Yale. I, on the other hand, am here from working my ass of for four years with three jobs.
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