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random headcanon that probably makes no sense — charles lee had impeccable hygiene . i have no idea why i feel like this but he feels like he would be the type of guy to freak out the SECOND he gets sweaty / dirty . he probably wouldve given the soldiers hygiene routines when he was general . " WE ARE MAKING A NEW RULE FOR THIS HOUSEHOLD . " vibes . [ i love the word vibes btw ]
i have a feeling this thought spawned in my head mainly because of how arrogant and bratty he is . hes probably a huge narcissist , and whenever someone / something touches him he has like a fucking heart attack . also this is partially because charles lee is literally me [ im sorry ] and i am a massive germaphobe . yuck .
plz hear me out guys .
is tumblr the place to post edits gang . . heh . . .
i love jeffmads btw gang >_<
ALSO ALSO THE ART AT THE END WAS DRAWN BY @jennicatzies ! ! ! INCREDIBLE ARTIST IMO THEIR ARTSTYLE IS VERY VERY YUMMY ! ! ^0^
heh . . queer people from the 1700s . . . save me . . giggles maniacally .
plz dont burn me at the stake .
also flags for anyone who needs them [ with their full government names because erm im silly ] :
- alexander hamilton --- pansexual / polyamorous / cisgender male
- john laurens --- gay / asexual / ambiamorous / transgender
- gilbert du motier , marquis de lafayette --- bisexual [ female preference ] / demisexual / demiromantic / ambiamorous / demiboy
- hercules mulligan --- aroace / cisgender male
- aaron burr --- omnisexual [ female preference ] / demisexual / demiromantic / cisgender male
- thomas jefferson --- bisexual [ male preference ] / demiromantic / polyamorous / transmasc / demiboy
- james madison --- bisexual [ no preference ] / aroace / libramasc
- elizabeth schuyler - hamilton --- bisexual [ male preference ] / demisexual / cisgender female
- angelica schuyler - church --- omnisexual [ male preference ] / demiromantic / ambiamorous / transfem
- peggy schuyler --- pansexual / asexual / ambiamorous / transfem / demigirl
if you dont know what a flag means and you dont want to do research , then you can ask me :P
me when im silly
erm . . i have no fucking idea how to caption this </3
ART BY @silliestsillyofsillies ON PINTEREST ! ! ! :3
as charles lees # 1 fan i completely agree with this . he was done with EVERYONE the whole damn musical — even in the ensemble </3
i like to believe that he and his sister [ sidney lee — not a character in the musical , more like an oc of mine , but she was his only sibling that lived to adulthood in history ] would completely patronize EVERYONE because . idk they were both definitely brats . the lees father was british general john lee [ the nepo baby ever ] and charles was also a general — i guarantee that they were the BIGGEST narcissists ever [ / hj ] . [ also i mean this in a silly way ! ! i love charles and sidney my favorites ever :3 ]
[ i need to stop talking sm oml . ]
Charles Lee was definitely a shit talker
is this anything .
ALSO I LOVE LOVE LOVE CLASS OF ' 09 SOSO MUCH IT MAKES ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET ! ! and this audio is so them i love enemy jamilton ^_^
You Return From War After Being Presumed Dead
Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Fem Reader
HC Count: 12
Summary: After you’re sent to war and subsequently not heard from, everyone thinks you were killed. Eliza tries to accept it, but she can’t. She doesn’t have to, thankfully; you return home, bloodied and bruised from battle, but alive and still as in love with her as ever.
Warnings / Misc. : Presumed Death of Reader, Bit of Angst, Fluff
A/N: Hey all! In honor of Hamilton being released on Disney Plus, (and thus my brain giving me some inspiration to write), here are some headcanons for you! I’ve never written these before, and this is also my first time writing for Eliza. Regardless, I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading!
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“Eliza, she’d want you to be happy. You know how much she loved seeing you smile.” Hercules says bittersweetly.
A wistful look takes over her features. Coming to terms with the fact that you had likely been killed in battle was the most painful thing she’s experienced, and she’d be lying if she said she was over it. She knew, as well as everyone else, that you were the one for her.
“Ready?” Angelica asks gently, knowing her sister is still grieving. Seeing the throngs of soldiers returning home to their families was clearly not an easy thing for her. Everyone had taken your death extremely hard, but none so much as Eliza.
As your family and friends make their way out of the city, the atmosphere around them is heavy with sadness. It stands in stark contrast with the neighboring, joyous reunions of so many others. This is changed, however, when loud bells chime once more in the distance. “More soldiers are arriving!” Someone shouts, running towards the docks. Eliza’s heart skips a beat, never wanting to lose hope. She looks towards the others, trying to gauge their reactions. Should they go check or just accept the inevitable? Something inside her tells her to wait, just a little longer. Your parting words echo throughout her mind: Wait for me, I’ll come home to you. And so, she does. She’s convinced that she’d wait an eternity for you if she had to.
“Y/N!” Another soldier cries out, limping quickly across the square. She recognizes his voice as Robert, your childhood friend and confidant. She makes an effort to keep her hopes low as she spins around, but that’s easier said than done.
Her breath hitches at what she sees. You’re hugging him happily, an incredulous look on your face as it rests on his shoulder. Surprise isn’t the word you’re looking for; it doesn’t suffice. After all, almost everyone in his battalion was killed -- you feared you’d never see him again.
As if on cue, your eyes raise to hers from across the way. In an instant, she’s practically flying to you, dying to have you in her arms once again. Robert takes a step back, allowing her to wrap you in a long-overdue embrace.
Her eyes well with tears, all of her emotions hitting her at once. She starts to speak, but halts when she realizes that words simply aren’t adequate in expressing how she feels.
“I know.” You reassure her, one hand cupping her cheek as the other rests on her lower back. She rests her forehead against yours, letting her tears flow freely. “This is a miracle. We all thought you were gone... I didn’t know what to do with myself.” She sniffles, and you feel your heart break. You truly hate to see her cry. “I did everything in my power to get word to you, but there was little that we could do when were informed that our group of messengers were murdered by British officers. I’m sorry, Eliza.”
She responds by pulling you closer, softly whispering, “Shhh. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. I love you.” Gently, she presses a kiss to your lips. It feels new and yet familiar all at once; almost as if you’re rediscovering one another. For months on end she prayed to any and every power in existence: just send her home to me, that would be enough. And finally, her prayers had been answered.
As glad as you are to have all of your loved ones there, you can’t help but want to run away from everything with Eliza. You’d spent countless nights dreaming of holding her again, swaying to whatever sweet melody she was singing at the moment. During those long nights without her, in the cold, unforgiving trenches, you could almost recall the smell of her favorite perfume. You always made a note to buy her some more when you managed to make it back. She was the only thing getting you through that war, so naturally you’re eager to spend every minute possible with her.
She began to give everyone some space to greet you, but you gingerly grab her hand, an unspoken request for her to stay by your side. She readily agrees, smiling as you’re tearfully welcomed home by everyone.